Part 6
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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, deep-throating 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.



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