Younger Sister Becomes My Mistress Ch. 03
By Susan Greenway
[This story features incest and includes scenes involving significant discipline. There are references to defecation, urination, and soiling of underwear. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are over 18.]
My sister came home from her business trip and immediately asked her friends, Muriel and Nancy, who had been staying in our house to keep an eye on me, how I had been behaving. I was hoping they would remember the fun we had–and the great sex–but realized they were unlikely to mention our fucking.
Muriel responded that I had been a good boy most of the time (even though I’m 26, I’m called Jackie by all three of them and treated as a sissy) but that I had been careless and for staining my panties, I had failed panty inspection.
“And was he punished for that?” Karen asked.
“Yes,” Muriel answered, “he was soundly caned.”
“Good,” Karen smiled. “May I ask how many strokes he was given?”
“You may, of course,” Muriel grinned, “and he was given 12 stingers.”
“Where did he sleep?” Karen persisted.
“Usually in your nice big bed with us,” Nancy responded this time.
“Was that all right with you both?” Karen asked.
“We wouldn’t have allowed it if we didn’t find it enjoyable,” Muriel took over.
“Does that mean that there was sex with him?” Karen followed up.
“There was,” Muriel stated blankly.
“I have no objection to that,” Karen replied, “so long as he complied with your directions.”
“He’s a very considerate partner,” Muriel said with a slight blush at this disclosure of my fucking both Nancy and her.
“I’m a bit tired from my trip,” Karen admitted, “but I’d like to have all of you in bed with me if that’s all right with you. I could use a bit of TLC.”
“Of course, sweetie,” Muriel said with a wide smile, “you know we want to see you happy.”
Karen told me to go to my bedroom and change into my PJ’s. She added that then I should keep my panties on underneath when I reported to her bedroom. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind. I knew she was almost insatiable when it came to sex. She and I had slept together most nights since I had taken her in when she came home from college and found a good job.
We did have sex most nights and she enjoyed me as much as I did her. My sister has a luscious figure and is hot to trot. She would have me go down on her and bring her off and then she was ready to rock and roll.
Gradually, she exercised more and more control over me in bed. She took the superior position, decided how and how long we would have intercourse, and then started having me wear her panties the day after she had had them on. I now always had those panties on underneath my own slacks.
Nancy and Muriel had also been great sex partners. They seemed to appreciate my seven firm inches; I did enjoy Muriel’s aggressiveness because at heart I suppose I’m submissive to assertive women. Nancy was also hot and really nice; I genuinely loved her as a charming and kind person.
When I arrived at Karen’s bedroom in my PJ’s, my sister was already under the covers. Nancy and Muriel were lying on the other side of the bed. Karen invited me to get under the covers once I had shed my pajamas. I did that and climbed over her to get in the middle. She told me now to remove my panties.
Karen immediately took me in her arms, and we hugged. I pressed into her lovely 36C breasts and felt her pubic hair tickling my cock. I now recalled that my sister never trims her pubes, and she has a nice, soft, dark forest on her triangle and right through her legs.
She spread her legs and whispered that I needed to get between them and bring her off with my tongue. I moved down under the covers and managed to lie between her spread legs. I began licking her lips and clit lightly and already was enchanted by her femmy smell emanating from her vaginal opening. When I moved my tongue to lick some of her wetness up, I was totally caught up in savoring her marvelous feminine taste and odor.
I vaguely could hear some shuffling near us which came from Nancy performing similar attention between Muriel’s legs. I was quite engrossed in enjoying Karen’s vulva and now my tongue was curling into her receptive vaginal opening. Karen was close to cumming because she was moving her midsection in rhythm.
Since I’d been having great sex with her friends, I wasn’t hung out and desperate to fuck her, but as we hadn’t been together in anyway during her trip, I did relish the prospect of our doing it now. Karen exploded and released a lot of her vaginal fluids right into my open mouth. I gagged for a second but then swallowed her juices. She gradually came down from her orgasm and softly told me to get on my back.
As always, I did what she said and now the covers were pushed down and off of us. Karen, nude as we all now were, climbed onto me in cowgirl position, and felt for my hard cock. When she Ankara escort found it, she positioned herself over me and with her fingers, guided my penis into her hair-surrounded pussy. It felt very warm after her orgasm, I suppose, warmer than it had seemed when I was licking her there.
Now, I was deep inside her cunt. She began lifting herself up on my shaft and doing this in a steady rhythm. I knew that I had better let her know if I was going to cum before I let myself go. Soon, Karen’s fucking me cranked me up so that I knew I would soon be spurting into her warm hole.
I told her I was close, and she grinned as she told me that I could come with her now as she was close too. I did feel her vaginal walls contracting and this impelled me to stop holding myself in and I was wildly thrilled at cumming inside my sister’s pussy as she was also having another orgasm.
Once she had come down from hers, she slipped off me as my hard-on gradually shrank and was sliding out of her very wet cunt. I looked across the bed and saw that Muriel had donned a strap-on and was fucking Nancy with a large dildo attached to the strap-on. Karen was definitely the hottest number I’d ever known but I did crave to be in Muriel’s position where I would be fucking Nancy, whose niceness and sweetness made me feel warm and, yes, loved.
Nancy soon climaxed and I could see how her large bottom had been moving in response to Muriel’s thrusts. Even though Muriel was the dominant member of their duo, I watched in amazement as she moved in to lick up Nancy’s cum. I hadn’t had that much experience with lesbians despite my being well-hung, so I figured they both enjoyed that, and that was hardly a surprise.
Karen now picked up my panties–actually, Nancy’s–which had been slipped off with my p.j.’s. She scrutinized the crotch and saw some skid marks. Pointing to them, she asked me, “Are those stains yours, Jackie?”
Even though I could’ve claimed that the stain had been there when Nancy gave them to me to put on, I owned up to failing to wipe well when I had made a doody earlier that day.
“Was it a big doody, Jackie?” Karen said cutely.
“Yes, Miss Karen,” I answered, “it was quite large.”
“You know that you have to be disciplined for soiling your panties, Jackie, don’t you?” Karen asked, sweetly. I figured I had gotten some points for remembering to say “Miss Karen” when I responded.
“Yes, Miss Karen,” I replied. “I know that I was naughty.”
She now directed me to stand and then bend over the end of the bed. Muriel and Nancy were now watching intensely. Karen reached into her handbag and took out a small plastic bag. Opening it I saw her take out a carved ginger stick and knew instantly I was about to be figged.
She stood behind me and ordered me to spread my legs and then humiliatingly hold my anal opening open. She then slowly inserted the ginger fig, which went in quite easily and fortunately had been carved to be smooth. I was ordered to stay in the position I was in and knew it wouldn’t be long until the fig began to release its juices and sting the inside of my anal opening and rectum.
Karen now took out her little black graphite rod and laid it on my bottom. She then began snapping it on my bottom cheeks and I felt its sting. Right then, the fig’s juices began stinging me on the inside.
“Jackie,” Karen intoned, “I don’t want to see any more doody marks in your panties. You will wipe well, or I will ask my friends here to hold their noses and supervise your bathroom visits.” She kept whacking my bottom with her rod and it was hurting plenty.
When she was tuckered out from striking my bottom with her rod, she lay down on her back on the bed, exhausted from her efforts and obviously from her travel. Nancy came over and asked if she would like a bit of licking between her legs; she offered to clean Karen’s pussy which meant her licking up all my cum as it gradually seeped out of her.
Karen had often had me perform this task when we had our regular sex. She nodded that she’d like Nancy to get between her legs, so she spread them widely and I found the view of her wet, hairy pussy and her other hair that ran all the way through her legs back to her anus was entrancing.
Muriel took my hand with a smile and led me back into their side of the bed. She lay back and felt between my legs to see if I was hard again. When she was satisfied that I was, she asked me to pleasure her with my tool inside her. I lined my member up and gently slid it slowly into her hot cavern. Muriel’s cunt wasn’t as tight as Karen’s, but it was very warm and welcoming. It felt so good that it diminished the soreness of my bottom from Karen’s rod.
I fucked Muriel slowly and, I hope, sweetly. I knew she had a bit of a mean streak because she had once referred, in a semi-jocular way, to her caning my cock if I misbehaved. This had happened when she and Nancy first arrived, but since then, she had been nice even Escort Ankara when she caned me after I failed my panty inspection.
Karen looked over and apparently was pleased to see that Muriel was enjoying being impaled by my useful cock. She didn’t say anything because she wanted Muriel to enjoy her experience with me without her interrupting the scene.
After Muriel and I were done, both of us having cum more or less at the same time, we did hug and cuddle for a while. Karen invited her friends to stay on for as long as they wanted, and Muriel then thanked her and said they would stay since Karen had been so accommodating. She smiled at me.
Nancy too had finished cleaning Karen’s cunt. Muriel mentioned that she had been training Nancy for her first anal intercourse. Karen asked what that entailed and Muriel said she had had Nancy wear increasingly large dildos and plugs in her back channel each day.
“Does she have one in now?” Karen inquired.
“We took it out when we were getting ready for bedtime, so that we could enjoy each other and both of you without her having to have that intruding,” Muriel disclosed.
“Can I put one in her anus now?” Karen asked.
‘Yes, indeed,” Muriel smiled. “Nance is ready for some stimulation there, I think.” Nancy nodded her agreement, but I wasn’t sure that she was really ready right now.
Nancy then lay on the bed on her stomach, spreading her legs widely apart. I liked her full feminine figure and her pretty, full bottom. Karen came over with some Vaseline and inserted her fingertip with the jelly on it into Nancy’s cute little anal opening. She pressed as deeply as her finger would go and then Muriel handed her what looked to me like a large butt plug.
Karen started putting it into Nancy’s anus very gently and easily. Nancy had clearly expanded her rectal passage because she did not seem in pain as the plug filled her. It had a lovely little gem on its handle, a rhinestone, I figured.
I was not wildly surprised at learning that Nancy would be sleeping with the plug in her bottom even though Karen had occasionally plugged me. Nevertheless, I hadn’t had to sleep with one in my rear.
We all seemed ready to sleep. Karen took me in my arms and told me she had been happy with my behavior since she had returned. I saw Nancy and Muriel entwined together on the other side of the bed until Karen flipped the lights off. I kissed my sister sweetly and she grasped my soft cock and felt it firm up. I chuckled and almost thought that her insatiable desire for sex had not been exhausted. I was wrong, however.
In a few minutes, we were all soundly asleep. I had congratulated myself on having had so much delightful sex. Karen was still my favorite partner, but I had genuinely enjoyed fucking Nancy, because I liked her so much. She was larger than Karen and was happy to fuck in the missionary position, which I appreciated without knowing if she had been thinking of my comfort.
I was tuckered out by all the amorous activity. I slept later than usual but today was a day I had planned to work at home. Nothing big was pending so I was in a relaxed mood. Karen had already woken up and was giving me a hungry look. She really had a difficult time going without sex, even for the night. She reached under the covers and smiled when she felt my hard cock.
It didn’t bother her at all that we weren’t alone in the bed. She rolled me over on my back, pulled my boxers down, and climbed atop my midsection. Her nightie concealed her intimate areas as she reached down and slowly impaled herself on my cock. Her cunt was warm, tight, and wet. I knew she had been planning this and thinking about it for a good while before I woke up.
Now, she started moving up and down on my tool. I did like her doing the work. I reached under her gown and grasped her aroused nipples and gently tugged on them while I also enjoyed feeling her breasts. She bent down so we could kiss. When she rested on me, I started moving in and out of her wet vagina. I moved my hands from her boobs to teasing her clit and labia.
This stimulated her and she began lifting herself off me. I was getting excited as I knew my teasing her clit was doing it for her. It didn’t take long before I felt her having some contractions and they were able to bring me off. I spurted a few long ropes into her hot cunt. We now held each other tight, and I loved the feeling of my chest pressing into her breasts.
As she slowly lifted herself off me, I smiled and said, “Thank you, Miss Karen. I hope you liked that as much as I did.”
“I did, sweetheart,” she responded with a broad smile. She motioned to me to look and watch our visiting couple. I could see Nancy’s head between Muriel’s spread legs. It was clear she knew how to turn her friend and domme on. She brought Muriel off quietly and then asked her if she could use the bathroom.
“The plug is having its effect,” she told Muriel, who grinned, pleased, I’m Escort Bayan sure, that Nancy was under growing pressure to excrete what must be pushing on her butt plug.
“Let’s go into the bathroom,” Muriel replied. Then she looked at us and observed, “Karen and Jackie, maybe you’d like to see Nancy get the chance to make her doody.” Nancy’s face became red, but she tried to smile through it as she stood.
Karen and I nodded our acceptance of Muriel’s invitation. We followed them into the bathroom attached to Karen’s bedroom. Once there, Nancy got into the tub on all fours. I found the gem-handled butt plug sticking out of her anus incredibly arousing.
Muriel reached out and slowly extracted the plug from Nancy’s anal canal. When it popped out, Nancy released what likely was an involuntary fart. I couldn’t see her face to learn if she looked embarrassed. It was a smelly fart as well as a loud one. Muriel said nothing and she watched, as did we, as Nancy’s anus re-opened and a brown tip emerged, followed by a long, thick bowel movement. It came out for some time.
Finally, it dropped off onto the tub floor. Muriel daintily picked it up; it was firm enough to remain in one piece and looked about nine or ten inches long. She placed it right beneath Nancy’s face so she could see it and smell it. Nancy started peeing and her stream was powerful. She peed for a long time. Soon, it began to run down the tub toward the turd laying in front of her face.
Muriel uncharacteristically then took some slightly wet toilet paper and thoroughly wiped Nancy’s bottom-hole and the surrounding anal area. I was fascinated by Nancy’s cute hole in the middle of her sumptuous bottom. Muriel took the spray attachment from the shower and gently sprayed Nancy’s midsection to remove any pee that might have been left between her legs or spattered onto her.
Nancy did not seem overly embarrassed by all of us viewing her making her doody. I assumed that she was used to having Muriel observe her performing her bodily functions. After we were finished in the bathroom, Nancy invited me to get into bed with her in my old bedroom, which she and Muriel now shared when they weren’t sleeping in Karen’s large bed.
I stripped down to my panties as did Nancy. We were now accustomed to seeing each other naked so being in bed with only panties, and in Nancy’s case, her large bra. We got under the covers and cuddled. I really liked Nancy. She was friendly and although she had occasionally written in my conduct book when she felt I had misbehaved, she didn’t make a big deal out of lording it over me.
I liked cuddling with Nancy. I enjoyed her large frame and was pleased when she said we should both slip our panties off. I did that, and she did, along with losing her bra. Now we cuddled again, and I pressed into her marvelous boobs. I reached down to gently caress her split and when my finger reached her vaginal opening, I could tell it was quite wet.
“It feels like you’re ready,” I said.
“I am, sweetie,” she replied. She lay on her back and spread her legs invitingly. I clambered lightly onto her frame, and she guided me into her pussy. It was warm, wet, and wonderful. It was great like fucking my sister, but it was different. Nancy was fucking me because she really wanted to. I felt her frame bucking and when her vaginal walls contracted on my cock, I spurted as she exploded. Soon, I began to shrink out of her.
“That was lovely, Jackie,” she gushed. “I’m exhausted, so I’ll be the one to suggest we nod off for the night.” I kissed her sweetly and told her that was a fantastic time for me. She agreed. We both were wiped out, so soon we were asleep.
I woke up and it was still dark. I looked and Nancy was gone. I got up and walked out to the hall bathroom. The door was partly open but the light inside was on. I knocked and Nancy responded by telling me to come in. She looked distraught and was sitting on the toilet.
“Are you ok, Nance?” I ask, genuinely concerned. I wasn’t used to being invited to witness a woman on the toilet, even with what had already occurred in the past few days.
“Jackie, I was a very bad girl. I forgot to go before I fell asleep,” she said, with a sad note in her voice.
“Does that mean what I think it does?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” she answered with a sob, “I peed myself. In the bed. Usually, it happens in my panties. When I’m wearing them.”
“Come on back and I’ll help change the sheets,” I said helpfully.
She smiled and took my hand. “You’re really nice, even when I took part in punishing you, Jackie. Thanks,” she said.
I found fresh sheets in our hall closet. We worked quietly and efficiently. I made sure the wet sheets were put in the big hall hamper. We returned and Nancy now put a fresh pair of panties on. She handed me the ones she had worn before we fucked. I laughed and slipped them on. Since they were big, they fit me perfectly.
“You look great in my undies,” Nancy giggled.
Then her face turned serious. “I will have to tell Muriel that I peed in bed,” she related. “She has been upset that I do lose control, usually in my panties.”
I couldn’t resist finding out more about this aspect of Nance’s life. “Has this been going on for a while?” I asked blandly.