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Freaky Honeymoon - Chapter 10
It was now Andrew who shared some of his feelings for his younger sister, Rosalyn, much to the delight of his mate. Rosalyn was three years his junior, but had blossomed physically at the tender age of thirteen. He couldn't help but notice that there were now more than bumps on her chest, and she was developing hips and a bum that caught his eye any time she was in front of him. He had a talent for woodworking and so he put that skill to good use, carefully boring a number of camouflaged peepholes into the bathroom, giving him an excellent view of the bathtub in which she bathed and frolicked, as well as the toilet upon which she often sat, playing with her private parts.
For the better part of a year he watched his naked sister in the tub playing with her rapidly growing tits and fat-lipped cunt. He watched as her pubic air slowly covered her cunt, depriving him of his favorite sight. Even so, at the end of the year she still hadn't developed the thick, abundant patch that typically adorned the quims of the girls he was shagging those days. However her hands were now not the only things she used to play with that box lunch she had between her thighs. It was truly amazing just what went up her twat; she used long necked bottles, a variety of brushes, tampon applicators and a silver bullet vibrator that she rarely turned on because of the loud buzzing sound it made.
Andrew wanked himself silly in those days. He could easily get off three times if she lingered in the bathtub. He soon had a collection of cum-soaked handkerchiefs that he washed in the sink and allowed to dry before adding them to the hamper. Just when his sister discovered his handiwork was not something he could determine with any degree of accuracy, but for some time she was deliberately performing for him. Then one day he peeped and there was no hole. Late that evening his sister paid him a visit and told him that unless he did her bidding for a time, she would show her parents the holes he had made in the bathroom.
Andrew was silent, but Marsha kept pressing him for more details. Even his threat of another hard spanking didn't deter her. In fact she was looking forward to being over her husband's knee as often as possible. Those really got her juices flowing for both of them, and she knew it. Finally Andrew capitulated, but also got his wife to agree to give up her bumhole once he was done with his confession, such as it was. Marsha was walking on air at his promise. Her husband sighed and told her the rest of his tale.
At first, Rosalyn made him get her dates with his friends, claiming she'd need no other assistance once he accomplished that request. Unfortunately his friends were either reluctant to make a serious move on one so young, or unwilling to become involved with the sister of a good friend. It took a number of dates before she figured out what was going on. When the last date refused her offer of a blowjob, she knew it wasn't her looks, but her brother that was the problem.
From then on she made his life miserable at home. She'd come into his room unannounced and strip off before him, making his eyes pop and his heart pound like a trip-hammer. From there she graduated to asking him to show her his "willy". Once he did that, he was doomed. From there it was a simple matter to make him wank off as she watched, showing off her growing tits to make him all hot and bothered. Then one evening she decided to make him go down on her, and after much cajoling and threatening, he acquiesced, bringing the contest between them to a close.
To this day he swears vengeance. That was when Marsha innocently asked if perhaps his younger sister might be interested in joining his stable of ladies of the evening? When she added that it might be fun for the three of them to do some serious sex things together, Andrew was hooked and reeled into the boat. It looked like incest all around, and for Marsha that was fine with her. She was already wondering how Rosalyn's quim tasted.
Friday came at last, Marsha was looking forward to more action from her ardent husband. She had almost forgotten that her client hadn't made an appearance at work for the week. She began to worry that perhaps something had happened to him. She was in a poor position to be making inquiries, so she just kept her ears open. By end of day she knew just as little as she did before. As luck would have it, Andrew was needed by his two whores. Angie had managed to get herself arrested for soliciting, and Ruby was in dutch with the school where she was registered. They were threatening her with expulsion or worse unless her mother made an appearance to explain her truancy. It was almost eight in the evening when he returned, exasperated with the entire matter concerning those two borderline whores.
Marsha was giving her anxious husband a soothing blowjob, slurping away on it when she wasn't licking his balls. She suggested he allow her to rim him before he thought of anything he wanted to either do to her, or have her do to him. She was probing his bumhole with the tip of her tongue when the phone rang. Andrew was still tense so she ignored the ringing, continuing to lick and suck his bumhole until it was slightly loose and dripping with her saliva. She smiled up at him and asked if he'd like a nice prostate massage with the wonder wand, a device designed specifically for the stimuation of the prostate. He watched as she lubed the wand and slowly inserted it into his butthole. When she turned it on, his face broke into a big smile as the wand lived up to its name.
Marsha teased him with the wand, moving it away from his prostate whenever he appeared close to losing it and shooting all over himself. Ultimately it was her plan to cause that to happen so she could lick it up and play with his cum in her mouth before finally gulping it down and begging for more. He was on the verge for the third time when the phone began to ring once more. The insistent ringing began to get in the way of progress and so with a sigh, Marsha pulled the wand from her husband's butthole and answered the phone. It was Mr. Featherstone and he wanted to know if she could make herself available tonight for a session. To make it even more enticing, he casually mentioned that he had been in communication with the plastic surgeon who expressed some interest in her case. That did it, and without even asking her husband's permission, she agreed to meet him at a certain intersection in thirty minutes.
Andrew's face had gone stony as the conversation between Marsha and her client went much longer than he wanted. He still lacked some of the maturity that a man of his ambition should possess. For that reason he decided that his wife would have to allow him the use of her anus before she could leave to meet her client. She reluctantly agreed and he exacted his pound of flesh so to speak. It was a lenghty, painful session that left her sore and frightened that she would be unable to provide her client with what he desired. On top of that she'd have to rush to meet him, without a shower no less.
His car was parked a few paces from the intersection. She steeled herself for his anger, but there was none. However upon settling herself beside him, he sniffed and inquired coldly if she had just come directly from another partner. Her red face spoke volumes and he gave her a cold smile. When she tried to explain it was her husband, he coughed and put the car into gear. On the way to his place he made Marsha remove her knickers and raise her skirt to expose her vulva. He glanced over occasionally for a few minutes then ordered her to begin masturbating, and not to stop until she had an orgasm. Under these conditions this was an almost impossible feat and they both knew it. She was in near tears by the time his house came into view.
Things got worse when she exited the car and left traces of her husband's cum on the seat. She hadn't gone a good job of cleansing her anus and she was mortified by the result. Mr. Featherstone was furious and demanded that she apply herself to the task of cleaning the seat of this disgusting evidence of what type of street slut she actually was. She burst into tears at his outburst and began licking her husband's cum from the seat. The material was not as soft and smooth as she might have thought, it irritated her tongue as she lapped up every little drop of evidence and left an aftertaste that was decidedly not appealing to the palate. She almost wet herself when he commented that she'd pay dearly once she was inside naked and properly restrained.
Then, on a whim, and to further humiliate her, he made Marsha remove her clothing and place it in the boot of his car, observing that she'd have no need for them. She nearly passed out from the realization that she might be seen by passersby. Her client made her walk in front of him as they made their way up the curving driveway. In the darkness she encountered a number of sharp stones that made her wince and hop onto one foot as she rubbed the other. He didn't help matters by rudely shoving her whenever her pace slackened. Somehow she managed to reach the door to his home.
He unlocked the heavy portal and made her step aside so that he could enter first. He turned once he was inside and gave her a vicious slap across the face, nearly knocking her to the ground. He called her an unreconstructed slut not worthy of his precious time and ordered her to kneel at the entryway with her hands behind her neck and wait there until he let her inside. When he added that she might prefer to spend the evening shivering outside to what he had planned for her this evening, Marsha began to tremble from this veiled threat coupled with the cold and the first few wisps of fog that wrapped around her bare, pebbling skin.
The door slammed shut and she was in total darkness.
"What have I gotten myself into now? How could I be so foolish as to let Andrew call the tune for such an important occasion as this? Now I've gone and stuck my foot into it. I deserve everything that happens to me tonight. I just hope that's all he'll do. I can always heal up afterwards, no matter how badly he spanks me. I wonder what else he has in store for me. What about the plastic surgeon, will he take me as his patient? What will he want from me? Perhaps he'll want access to my body, done! Oh, it's getting so cold my teeth are beginning to chatter. No matter what he has in for me, it has to be better than freezing my bum out here in the fog."
( To be continued - jethro jodhpur )
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