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"The pool," Nicky said. "I’m all for the pool.
"Oh yeah!" Pamela said, enthusiastically. "I’ll get my suit!
Nicky moved to the window and drew back the curtains, eyes dropping
to Michael, who was wearing a tight thong as he moved around the edge
of the pool with a net, clearing it of leaves. His oiled body
glistened in the sunshine and the teenager felt a sudden tightness in
her belly.
She watched her sister leave, and closed the door, locking it, then
stripped off her tight tank top to bare her proud young breasts to
the dresser top mirror. She fingered the little barbells piercing her
nipples, and felt the pink buttons grow stiff.
Her stomach felt a sudden jolt of electric heat, and she unsnapped
her jeans and peeled them down, along with her panties.
She moaned weakly as she felt the dildo begin to slide out of her
shaven sex.
Miguel had told her she was not to climax until she was with him
again.
Yet the dildo was driving her mad. Surely she should take it out now!
Yet he had ordered her to leave it in place. Her virgin pussy lips
clung tightly to it, but it was slick with her inner juices. She need
only squeeze down a little to keep it inside.
She opened one of her bags and her heart raced, then she pulled out
her black thong. She hadn’t ever dared wear it in public, at a beach
or pool around boys, but this was just she and Pamela - and Mike, of
course. But he was... family... sort of.
The lycra slipped up her long legs and the straps slid high on her
hips as she pulled the crotch tightly against her pussy. It would
easily keep the dildo in place.
She pulled out the bra and slipped her shoulders into the straps,
then pulled the cups against her breasts and pulled the strap behind,
buckling it. The cups were too small, straining against her breasts,
showing a lot of cleavage, and she felt a liquid heat between her
legs at the thought of wearing it around Mike. But Mike was - Mike,
and they’d flirted forever.
She felt deliciously slutty and sexy as she left the bedroom and made
her way downstairs. She bit her lip as she looked out into the back
yard. Mike was gorgeous! He was such a dreamboat! Pamela was so
lucky!
She slid the door open and stepped through.
"Hi, Mike!" she called.
She was gratified as he turned with a broad grin on his face and
started towards her, his arms open. She ran to him and was crushed
against him, his big arms coming around her tightly, pulling in
against the bare skin of her back, squeezing her breasts against his
powerful chest.
"Nicky!" he cried. "How are you, sexy?
"Great!" she said enthusiastically.
He shifted his hands onto her arms and pushed her out, holding her at
arms length and eyeing her up and down.
"Woah," he said. "You’re a walking wet dream.
Nicky flushed, excited but also embarrassed.
"Are your boobs getting even bigger?" he teased.
"Mike!" she groaned, blushing even more. "Don’t talk about my boobs!
He chuckled and let go of her arms and she folded them over her
breasts.
"They’re not nearly as big as Pam’s anyway," she said.
"They look plenty big to me, baby," he said with a mock leer.
"Jerk!" she said, punching at his chest.
He grabbed at her and she squealed in delight, feeling a hot surge of
sex heat as he wrapped his arms around her and she wiggled against
his oiled body. He lifted her up, crushing her against his chest, and
for a moment his hands pressed against her bare bottom. Then he half
threw her up and bent forward, pulling her across his shoulder.
Hey! Let me down!
He laughed and slapped at her bare bottom.
"I know just the place for you, little girl," he said, turning and
heading for the edge of the pool.
Nooo!
Nicky slapped at his back, then squealed as he flung her into the
water. She twisted in the deep water and popped the surface, gasping,
then treaded water as she looked up at him. Her eyes skimmed his
powerful body and noted, with a spasm of lust, the thick bulge in his
tight thong.
Bastard!
She splashed him hard, and he charged, dropping into the water next
to her. Nicky squealed again and turned with delight, swimming away,
but he caught at a kicking ankle and dragged her back.
Under the water, she kicked wildly as he got both ankles, dragging
her upside down, holding her with her body pressed along his, and for
a moment her face was pressed against his groin, and she felt a kind
of sexual shockwave as she felt the hardness against her cheek. Then
she was being thrown away into the water, turning and somersaulting
before coming back to the surface.
They stared at each other from a few feet away, and Nicky felt a wild
urge to throw herself into his arms. Sexual hunger roared like a
bonfire inside her.
But she turned away, striding through the water. She was slightly
afraid now, afraid of what happened. It was fine and good to
fantasise about Mike, which she’d done many times, and okay to flirt
with him, but she’d given him a hard-on!
And she was feeling a wild sexual thrill herself. She’d given Mike a
hard-on! That gave her a warm, hot sense of accomplishment, of
victory, of womanly conquest.
He was a grown man, a sophisticated man, not a boy, but he was hot
for her. She felt like preening in smug satisfaction.
Then Pamela emerged from the house, wearing a tight bikini which
looked even more revealing than Nicky’s, straining against her full,
gorgeous breasts. She dropped a pair of towels and some lotion and
then jumped into the water. A moment later she and Michael had their
arms around each other as he lifted her into the air, their mouths
pressed hungrily together.
"Miss me?" she asked.
"Always," Michael said.
Nicky felt a throb of jealousy, though she knew that was foolish.
But I’ve got your hot, sexy sister here. So that’s not too bad,
Michael said.
Oh really?" Pamela said. "Well I’ll take care of her!
And she leapt at Nicky, who squealed again and dodged aside as Mike
looked on, laughing.
She and Pam wrestled before falling into the water and pulling away
from each other. Then Pam caught her again, and Nicky felt her
sister’s plump breasts pressed against her back as she was lifted up
and swung around. Her body was still throbbing with sexual need, and
she blamed that for how wicked and exciting Pam’s breasts felt
against her skin.
And when she wriggled around, laughing and wrestling, she
deliberately pulled Pam’s body in against hers so their breasts were
squash together. And then she had a wicked idea. After all, there was
no one here but she and Mike, Pam’s husband.
She dodged aside, got her sister from behind, and yanked her bra down
to bare her breasts Pam squealed of course, but was not at all upset.
She saw a little shock come to Nicky’s face, though, when she noted
the small rings piercing her nipples. Then she had tugged her top up
again and put a vengeful look on her face.
I’ll teach you, little girl!
Nicky squealed and tried to dodge her, but it seemed to Pamela that
she didn’t try as hard as she might. Nicky was taller than her by an
inch, but Pamela was heavier, fuller of body, her muscles toned
through regular workouts. She forced the laughing girl’s arms up
behind her, held them there, and then yanked her bra top down to bare
her breasts to Michael.
Embarrassment combined with an intense heat flooded Nicky’s body, as
her breasts were bared. Mike was only a dozen feet away, watching and
laughing.
Now he looked at her breasts shamelessly, grinning, and gave a wolf
whistle. She pulled away from Pamela and threw herself into the
water, yanking her bra cups up over her breasts again. "Bitch!" she
called over her shoulder.
"Watch your mouth, little girl," Mike said, "or you’ll get a
spanking."
Nicky whirled around, bra back firmly in place, arms over her chest.
"Who’s going to give it to me?" she taunted.
"Me!" Mike said.
"Ha!
"Me!" Pam said. "And we won’t even have to pull your panties down to
do it.
Ha!
They both started for her and Nicky yelped and twisted away, wading
frantically through the water towards the edge of the pool. But Mike
caught her right at the edge, and she squealed and laughed as he
grabbed her from behind. She was bent over the lip of the pool, and
for a long moment she felt his groin grinding into her bare bottom,
his erection hard against her sensitive pussy.
He lifted her up and flung her back into the water, however, and she
swam away, gasping, making for the other edge of the pool. Pam didn’t
quite catch her, but got close enough to slap her hand against her
bare bottom as she climbed out. The sound was wet and loud, and
followed an instant later by Nicky’s outraged yelp of pain.
Bitch!" she yelled down at her sister. "That hurt!
"Brat! Watch you don’t get another!" Pam laughed.
Nicky felt almost overwhelmed with heat. She had to masturbate. Now!
No matter what Cyber Lord said! But she didn’t dare make it obvious.
She had to find an excuse to get away for a few minutes. Just a few
minutes.
"I need something to drink," she said, turning for the kitchen.
Pam pulled herself out of the pool, and to her disappointment,
followed her. "I could use one too. That was a long, hot drive."
They went into the kitchen together, and Nicky’s sexual heat felt as
though it was burning a hole in her belly. She could hardly keep her
fingers from twitching towards her throbbing sex. And, weirdly, even
being with Pam made her feel hot. The two of them were half naked,
dripping wet as the cold air wafted around them, and her eyes went to
her sister’s breasts.
So?" she demanded. "Pierced nipples are terrible?
Pam grinned cheekily. "That’s different. I’m a grown up."
Oh bull!
"I didn’t say it was bad to pierce your nipples, Nicky," Pamela said
as she poured herself a cola. "I was just surprised, you being a
virgin and all."
You have to be a slut - or married - to have your nipples pierced?
"No." Pamela looked at her a long moment that made Nicky squirm a
little, then she put down the drink.
Let me show you something.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Later. Pamela took her wrist and led her back up the stairs, this
time to the master bedroom. The bed was enormous, and sat on an eight
inch high pedestal.
The entire floor was covered in a thick, almost fur like rug of a
very dark golden colour. The bedspread seemed made of the same furry
material. One entire wall was of mirrored doors, and Pamela pulled
her to the one closest to the corner and then let go. She gave her
sister a hesitant look, then opened the mirrored door.
Nicky’s eyes widened, then her jaw dropped. The inside of the door
held hooks, and on those hooks was a wide variety of leather and
steel restraints and collars, straps, crops, whips and flogs. The
clothes hanging up inside were all leather, and all skimpy. There was
a shelf on which sat a number of dildos, vibrators, and things that
Nicky had never even seen before.
Blushing a little, Pam held up a pair of shackles. "Bondage isn’t
exactly a mystery to me and Mike," she said softly.
"Holy shit!" Nicky whispered, her mind buzzing.
Pamela smiled at the girl, but her own inner heat drove her on. Heart
pounding, she put the shackles back, then took down a wide, studded
leather collar and held it up to Nicky’s throat.
The blonde girl’s hands rose at first, as if to push the collar away,
then they dropped to her sides as her sister placed the collar gently
around her throat, then turned her and buckled the collar behind her.
For good measure, she snapped a small padlock into the lock. Nicky
moved back and stared at herself wonderingly in another mirror, pulse
racing.
"I-It looks - hot," she said, her voice a whisper.
She looked down as Pam took her right arm and watched as her sister
put a leather restraint around her wrist, buckled it, and locked it.
Then she held up her other hand and watched as Pamela locked a
restraint around that. She turned, a haze of excitement making the
world seem to spin a little as she admired herself in the mirror.
"I could never afford this kind of stuff," she breathed.
"I think we’re about the same size," Pam said, pulling out a pair of
black stiletto heels.
They were quite slinky, with straps and buckles crossing the foot,
and Nicky had never worn heels nearly so high. She stepped into one,
then balanced herself on her sister’s shoulder as Pamela bent to
fasten the second one on.
"How do you walk in these?" she asked, partly aroused, partly amused,
as she moved slowly back and forth.
"Carefully," Pamela said. "But walking isn’t the point. It’s how you
look when you walk."
Nicky stopped and looked at herself in the mirror.
"I look sexy," she said with excitement.
She looked down to see Pamela locking leather restraints around her
ankles, and stepped back a little to admire herself anew. Pam
produced a chain, and locked it to a ring set into her right wrist
restraint, then took her arm and pulled it gently behind her back,
slowly forcing it up higher, then higher still, until Nicky gasped in
pain. She then locked the chain to a ring in the back of the collar.
"This one will be a bit harder," she murmured, clipping another chain
to the blonde girl’s other wrist and pulling that behind her.
It was harder, and Nicky gasped and groaned as her arm was forced up
higher, but she made no protest. Then the second chain was in place
and her wrists were held up high behind her back, and she was bent
back a little, her back arched, her breasts thrusting out.
"Not finished yet," Pamela said.
She drew a thick strap from the closet and moved behind her sister,
pulling the strap up beneath her bent arms, then looping it in around
them. She placed the tongue through the buckle and slowly tightened
the straps, forcing Nicky’s arms back.
"Oh! Oh shit!" Nicky gasped.
Too much?
Nicky gulped in several breaths. "Keep going," she said in a
quivering voice.
Pamela tightened the straps further, and Nicky’s elbows pulled back
towards each other. She paused to massage the girl’s shoulders, then
continued pulling on the straps until Nicky’s elbows were jammed
together. Only then did she buckle the belt. A second belt went
around her arms but higher up, and was easily buckled in place.
"And finally," Pamela said.
She pulled the string behind her sister’s neck, and the bra cups fell
away. Nicky gasped and her face reddened, but again she made no
protest as Pamela undid the second string behind her back and removed
her bra.
Then her sister slipped her thumbs into the high waistband of her
thong and peeled it down her legs. Nicky blushed deeply, stepping out
of it, newly aware of the dildo in her pussy.
"You’re shaved too I see," Pamela said quietly.
That relieved Nicky of one embarrassment, but she gasped as her
sister’s hand came down to give her pussy a little squeeze.
"That’s right through the clit," she said, her finger easing back the
hood of Nicky’s clit and examining the barbell piercing her clit. "I
bet that hurt."
Nicky tensed uncomfortably, her mind squirming with heat, lust,
excitement and embarrassment as her sister fingered her clit ring.
Then she examined the same stainless steel barbells piercing her
sister’s nipples.
"I think we can replace those," she said.
She unhooked the barbells and took them out of Nicky’s nipples, then
replaced them with a pair of her own, large rings each as wide around
as a silver dollar though quite thin and light. She produced another
ring, then, smaller and thicker, which she knelt to insert in Nicky’s
clit. The girl gulped and moaned weakly but did not protest as Pamela
rose again.
"Kneel," Pamela ordered.
Nicky almost fell to her knees, her wobbly legs giving way.
Spread your legs, slut.
A jolt hit the blonde teenager, and she thought she might climax
right then and there.
I-I... I don’t...
But Pamela gripped her wet, tangled hair and yanked, and Nicky yelped
in pain, jerking her knees apart.
More, slut.
Thrilled, embarrassed, shocked, frightened, aroused, the girl shifted
her knees, and the dildo began to push out through her tight sex
lips.
"Ah, and what have we here?" Pamela demanded, kneeling beside her,
tracing the line of her sex as the dildo pushed.
P-Pammie!
Pamela chuckled and gripped the emerging dildo, sliding it slowly out
into view.
"My, my. It’s a long one," she said, pulling it slowly out into view
as her sister blushed fiercely. "But not nearly thick enough for a
whore like you."
She pulled on her sister’s hair.
Forward, down on your shoulders, slut. Raise your behind.
Nicky gasped and moaned weakly as she let herself fall forward onto
her shoulders.
Her sister slapped lightly at her bottom, then pulled the dildo out.
"Legs wide apart, little slut," Pamela ordered, kicking at her
sister’s legs so they shifted further apart.
She walked past her and drew a studded dildo from the closet, then
turned and smiled down at the wide eyed girl, noting her gasp of
excitement at the thick girth of the studded dildo.
She moved behind her and knelt, then rubbed the head up and down her
sister’s smooth, tight little slit. It was already sopping, and the
head of the dildo soon glistened as she pushed it deeper, pulled it
back, then thrust it through the taut sex lips and into her quivering
young body.
"Oh! Oh God!" Nicky croaked. "I-it’s thick!
"Just what you need, slutty girl," Pamela said, pumping the front
part of the dildo in and out, forcing it every deeper into her
sister’s belly.
It’s a foot long and you’re going to take every last inch.
Oh!" Nicky groaned. "Oh! Oh yes! Oh God !Unnggh!
Pamela worked the thick dildo deeper and deeper, twisting it around
inside Nicky’s belly, shifting left, then right, then up then down,
until there were only a few inches left. She slid her hand further
down the length of the dildo until she was holding just the base,
then shoved hard.
"Oww! Ohh! That hurts!" Nicky gasped.
"Good. Everyone loves to hurt slutty little slave girls," Pamela
taunted, twisting the dildo in her fist.
"Fuck! Oh! I-it won’t go deeper!" Nicky cried.
Just watch me, slut.
She twisted the dildo, forcing the head up, and jammed it forward so
it slid back past the girl’s cervix. Nicky cried out, her bottom
jerking violently, but by then Nicky’s hand was flat against her sex
mound, the flat base of the dildo even with the young blonde teen’s
sex lips.
There, slut. I knew you could take it all. Now stay put.
She rose and moved past the girl to the closet, drew down an enema
bag, and walked quickly into the master bathroom to fill it up. She
returned to find Nicky still in place, her eyes closed, her breathing
ragged as she moaned softly beneath her breath. Pamela rubbed
lubrication on the nozzle of the enema hose and then knelt behind her
sister and slowly inserted it in her rectum.
"Oh! Wh-what are you doing!?" Nicky gasped, eyes shooting open.
"Nicky, you have a lovely bottom. And men love to fuck pretty slave
girls in the ass."
She heard her sister’s breath sucked in sharply as she pushed the
nozzle deeper, and then opened the screw so warm water flowed down
into her anus.
Oh! Shit! I-I... I don’t think I - I’m not sure I want to - .
Pamela slapped her bottom sharply. "Silence, little slave girl, or
I’ll gag you," she said sternly.
The water drained down through the hose as her sister knelt,
trembling, her fingers squirming and hands twisting up high behind
her back. One quart, then a second, and the girl began to squirm
more, her breathing become more ragged still.
"That will do for now," she said, turning the nozzle. "Now to keep it
there."
She took out the large butt plug and placed a little oil on the end,
then pressed it against her sister’s anal opening. Nicky began to
gasp and groan anew, then to complain and whine, but gave only a
small squeak when the thickest part of the butt plug passed into her
body and the wrinkled little opening all but closed behind it,
leaving the rear plug flat against her.
Good. Now up and back.
She helped lift Nicky back up into a kneeling position, then took
down a spreader bar with straps on the ends and strapped them to her
sister’s legs just behind the knees, forcing them to remain wide,
wide open.
The dildo remained buried in Nicky’s sex, but a half inch had pushed
out, and Pamela thrust it back again, then attached a small chain to
a tiny ring in the base and locked it to her sister’s clitoral ring.
"Ohhh!" Nicky groaned, her head rolling with the heat billowing up
through her groin.
"Nasty little slut," Pamela said.
She brushed out her sister’s long hair, then used a blow dryer to
quickly style it before stepping back. "Almost perfect," she said.
The finale was a fat black ball gag which forced Nicky’s jaw wide and
crushed her tongue down against her lower lip. Pamela felt her own
groin throbbing with excitement as she stared down at her wide eyed
sister, her eyes running up and down the girl’s lush, lewdly
displayed body as she knelt there before the mirror, legs held wide.
The perfect, helpless little sex slave to any man who wants you,
she said. "And I know one who wants you badly. Or hadn’t you put
together the fact that Miguel is simply Michael in Spanish?"
She saw her sister’s eyes widen before she turned and left the room.
Mike was just coming into the kitchen when she got down.
"Where’s your slut sister?" he asked with a grin.
She raised her eyebrows. "Are you referring to my innocent, virginal
teenage sister?"
"That’s the little cum swallower," he said.
"The little whore is in our bedroom waiting for you to come and rape
her, of course."
He grinned and she nodded. "Miguel," she said.
"Hmm?" He tried and failed to look innocent.
A Spanish man? How cliched. It wouldn’t have worked with anyone
older.
"I can speak pretty good Spanish," he said, putting his arms around
her and letting his hands squeeze her buttocks.
"And what have you been making my innocent sister do over the
Internet?
He laughed. "You should see the videos. Your sister is as fuck hungry
a little whore as I’ve seen - since you, of course."
He pulled her top down and filled his hands with her breasts.
"And now you’re going to go upstairs and do her," she said.
"Really?" he asked doubtfully.
It’s what you’ve always wanted. She’s all ready for it, too.
She took his hand and led him up the stairs. He was still uncertain,
suspicious of her intentions, but when she opened the door to the
master bedroom and ushered him in his cock instantly stiffened as he
realized his long lust was about to be satisfied.