After School Special/Part Six

by Marlissa


Daddy sat in the big arm chair as Mother took over the Home
Work lesson. She had stripped down to her lingerie-- a black
lace bra, black panties and high heels. Her pale skin and her red
hair made her a most striking woman. "Well, my pretties, let's
begin your lesson today where we left off last night. Brenda,
down on your knees. Now Kelly, you too-- but face your little
sister."

The two boy-girls waited, eyes still downcast. Kelly generally
didn't mind these sessions, except the painful parts of course,
but Brenda did not. He was still too much of a prudish little girl
for. It was one of the reasons he had to help slut-train Brenda
for their parents. Kelly was the perfect slut, Daddy said.

"Now, Kelly, lean forward and kiss Brenda. Show her how to
French kiss. Go on-- get to it!" Mother had chosen a riding
crop from the arsenal of disciplinary implements and waved it
threateningly.

Everyday after school there was a predetermined Homework
Lesson. Instruction was always held in the Play Room by
Daddy and Mother. Sometimes others came to watch too, men
and women who drank wine and watched. Monday's
Homework Lessons always started with French kissing and
foreplay. Tuesday was for breast and nipple play, Wednesday
was dedicated to striptease practice, Thursday oral and body
worship, and Friday was for sextoy lessons, and the weekend
was whatever Daddy and Mother decided. Fridays made Kelly
nervous. Mother and Daddy had such a varied dildo collection
and some hurt so much. But today was French kissing and
Kelly liked French kissing a lot.

Kelly obeyed Mother's instruction, letting his tongue sink deep
into the fourteen year old's soft mouth. He rolled it around,
exploring it even as Brenda's own tongue shyly retreated before
its onslaught.

SWAT! "Brenda! Show Big Sister you love her back! Go on!
This is how you learn!"

Brenda obeyed, and the two were soon in a passionate lesbian
tongue lock. Lesley looked up. Rick had pulled off his shirt
and was unzipping his pants. She watched the boy-girls as they
hungrily sought each other's mouths for a good twenty minutes.
Then she ordered them to stop.

Pettishly Kelly withdrew his tongue from Brenda's mouth. The
younger teen's small mouth closed in an instant.

"Now Kelly I want you to instruct Brenda how to make out
with a boy. Pretend you're a boy on a date with Brenda.
Brenda, you're a little slut for your man, so don't resist, Kelly,
as the boy, you know that Brenda is easy, so you can take
second base. Got it?"

Kelly licked his lips and nodded.

"Go on, then."

Kelly wrapped his arms around Brenda and the brassiered
chests of the two sissified boys touched electrically. "Bren,
honey, stick your titties out-- boys like that! Isn't that right
Mother?"

Lesley patted his long blonde hair. "You're slut reading is going
well, I can tell."

Kelly's full lips were curled into a tight, smug smile. At first,
he hadn't liked his slut reading. Mother had made such an
embarrassing deal over it--marking the articles in Cosmo and
New Woman for him to read. They were all sex advice articles
on how to make your man feel good in bed, ways to flirt and
dress provocatively. He hadn't paid much attention and found
them disgusting. But after a few "pop quizzes" and some
smarting spankings, Kelly got the hint. He began to devour the
articles. Then came the subscription to Playgirl that now came
regularly in her name. He was allowed to read it by himself,
but Mother's questions made it clear he was expected to absorb
the contents of every issue completely, condom ads included.
He now kept the stack of dog-eared Playgirls by his nightstand.
Recently, Daddy had taken Kelly on lap and had him read
letters from Penthouse aloud for he and Mother, especially the
letters from female writers. It always got Daddy in a very, very
good mood when Kelly did this well.

"Go on, Kelly.," Mother snapped. "Brenda, follow your sister's
advice-- she' s only trying to help you be a better slut."

Brenda stuck his tiny chest out. Kelly's small hands unwrapped
themselves and cupped the small offering, squeezing the
nipples. "Moan whenever I touch you Brenda-- that way a boy
knows you like what he's doing!" Kelly had read this in a
number of times in the Advice Column in Playgirl.

Brenda began to moan softly as Kelly unhooked the juvenile
bra. Closing his eyes, he began to buck against his Big Sis as
Kelly took hold of the flesh buds. "Is that right Kelly? Last
time you said boys like this."

Kelly gave him a full kiss on the lips. "Yes, Little Sister, that's
good, very good."

Lesley grinned at Rick. "Our daughters are a couple of lezzies,
dear. What do you think?"

Rick stood up abruptly. "Get the bitches on their fours," he
ordered.

Kelly and Brenda paused. Kelly put on a counterfeit smile.
"Oh, do me Daddy! Please, pretty please!?! Do me-- you said
I'm your favorite slut!" He hunched down on his elbows and
offered his panty-thonged backside up for anal rape.

But Daddy crooked his finger at Brenda. "Come here you little
slut and get me wet."

Kelly turned around. "Please Daddy! Last time you really hurt
her! Please- I like it and she doesn't! Do me!" But all he got
was a vicious slap from Lesley.

"I'll do you pretty baby-- don't worry. Your hole will get filled.
Now get back down on your fours facing Brenda."

"Brenda, you're going to be Daddy's little cocksucker, aren't
you? You little bitch-- you know how much you love the taste
of my cum! And if you so much as let your braces scratch my
cock-- even a little-- you'll get a beating you won't forget!"
With that warning, Rick jammed his cock down the fourteen
year old's throat, cruelly filling the tight orifice. Using his
ponytail as a ripcord, he pulled the young teen up and down to
ensure equal devotion to the entire length of his shaft. Finally
he pulled the ponytail down, freeing Brenda's mouth with a pop.
The redfaced teen looked up in terror.

"Please Daddy! It hurts! It hurts so much!" As he begged, he
clutched her breasts, crossing his legs desperately.

Without answering, he took the ponytail again and yanked his
face down to the floor. "Stick your ass up in the air like a good
girl or I'll whip it off of you!"

A whimper, then the pink bikini'ed butt was pulled up and
raised for Mason's cruel usage. Kelly looked at his slave sister
in submission , waiting for his own use. Behind him, he felt
Mother's hands commanding his own hips to raise. Then the
nails scraping around the red lace thong, yanking it down. Then
the cold tip of the thick plastic strap-on phallus against his anal
rosebud. No lubricant, no gentleness, just a mighty heave and
Kelly was filled with the missile. He looked at his poor little
sister. Brenda had dissolved into tears as Daddy rammed the
helpless rag doll of a boy-girl from behind. He could see the
eyes open wide in fear and agony then close as he pulled back,
then repeated their opening.

"Let the lezzies love one another, Lesley!" Daddy commanded.
Kelly could feel his hips being reamed and driven forward
toward Brenda, his companion in rape. Their faces were forced
forward, nose to nose.

"Go on-- make out, girlies! Make kissy face for us! Kelly, tell
your little sister how to be a good piece of ass for Daddy!"
Daddy ordered.

Kelly nudged his tongue in Brenda's mouth. Brenda limply
responded when Daddy landed a hard slap on his bare thigh.

"Bren, Daddy likes it when you buck your hips back in rhythm
to his. Go on, do it!"

The fourteen year old looked at his slave sister in misery. "Kel,
it hurts so much! It hurts me soooo much!"

"Just do it, Brenda! Sluts like us buck our hips to our lovers'
rhythm. Come on, I know you can do it!"

And Brenda gasped, and obeyed. Slowly he was picking up the
rhythm of his adoptive father's rape and responding to it.
Daddy grunted in approval. He pushed Brenda forward again,
satisfied. Even as the two were being brutally taken from
behind, they made soft lesbian kissing love, older boy-sister to
younger boy-sister, teens in gentle heat. Kelly knew Daddy had
shot his hot jism into Brenda as he gasped for breath and surged
forward. Mother always took longer. Kelly threw his hips into
overdrive, rocking back and forth like a pro. Mother responded
by stepping up her thrusts till she had overtaken Kelly. Then
like a rider breaking in a mount, she slowly finished off, pulling
out of an exhausted Kelly.

"Clean me off girlie," Mother ordered. Kelly scrambled to his
knees and took the gooey long black plastic cock, deepthroating
it. He wrapped her lips tightly against the side. Dildos and
strap-ons had to be cleaned flawlessly and there had been many
lessons in doing it. Kelly was good-- a natural cocksucker,
Daddy called him, but Brenda was still learning.

"Owww! Stupid little slut!" Kelly looked over. Brenda had
been put to the same task as he had, but his little sister had made
some mistake. Mother yanked Kelly's blonde mane like a leash
to his own cocksucking duties.

"Damn bitch! You got my hair caught in your braces!
Arghhh!" Daddy backhanded Brenda, wrenching his metal
mouth free from his cock. He looked up, quivering.

"I'm sorry Daddy!" he yelped, but it was too late. He hauled
the fourteen year old up by his hands and locked his wrists in
the manacles. Slowly he raised the winch up, lifting the teen
onto his tiptoes. With relish, he picked out a paddle, testing it
against his palm.