Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales

story tags: brother, sister, lesbian, teacher, student, drugs, bdsm,
femdom, church, mom

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut


https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 1 of 9 page(s) (24006 characters)

Chapter 1

"I really don't feel good mommy. I really wanna go to the service today
but I just feel so icky." Cindi pouted, putting on her best
I'm-sick-and-don't-want-to-go-to-school-today face as she laid in her
bed, her mother hovering over her.

"Well if you are feeling that terrible I'll stop by the drug store on
the way home and pick you up some things dear." Sarah, her mother
replied.

The tall, middle aged woman had her pale, white-blonde hair pulled up
into a bun at the back of her head, serving to highlight the sharp,
beautiful features of her face. She was wearing a simple, conservative
dark blue dress and pearl necklace and her bible bag was resting in her
lap as she sat on the edge of her daughter's bed.

Despite the conservative clothing that practically covered her from her
neck down to her ankles, it couldn't hide the generous swell of her
large breasts or her thick, shapely thighs and ass.

The woman had aged as gracefully as a barrel of whiskey and carried the
little bit of extra weight well on her body. If anything, it gave her
figure even more definition and made her even more appealing.

She leaned over and planted a kiss on her daughter's forehead before
rising to leave. "Well I'll be back in a few hours. I'll be sure to
bring back some soup and medicine for you dear."

Cindi merely nodded in reply, biting her lip as she slowly ran the
middle finger of her right hand up and down her unbearably warm slit
under the covers.

"Goodbye mommy!" Cindi smiled, giving a slight whimper as she shut her
eyes as if to go back to sleep, her middle finger quickly sliding
knuckle deep into her slippery, pink little hole.

The bedroom door shut and Cindi let out a little gasp as she furiously
began plunging her middle finger in and out of her bald little cunt,
her small pink nipples immediately hardening and pushing against the
smooth fabric of the over-long pink night shirt she was wearing.

She was hidden beneath the covers, so if she heard her mom coming back
down the hall or the door suddenly opened, all she had to do was lie
still. It wasn't as if she could get caught, but the notion that she
could be thrilled her none the less.

After a few moments she heard the engine of her mom's car as she
started it up and left on schedule for the church just a few blocks
down the road. One hand still urgently playing with herself, she
reached over and fished her cell phone out of the drawer of her
nightstand.

She let out a soft moan as the toes of her pink-sock covered little
feet began to curl. Her finger twisted in and out of her cunt, juices
dribbling down to her knuckle and thighs as she thumbed out a text: 'I
need a snowball to cool off this hot teeny pussy!' She wrote, tossing
the covers to the side as she took a snap shot of her glistening little
teen cunt to send with the message.

The phone beeped almost immediately in reply: '5 minutes!'

Cindi slid her glistening middle finger from her gooey little cunt and
brought it up to her lips, immediately sucking it down to the knuckle
before pulling the digit out clean. She threw her legs over the side of
the bed and leaned over, digging through her nightstand.

She removed an oversized table bible as well as the phone chargers,
pocket book, makeup compact, spare lipstick and other items until the
drawer was empty.

Carefully, she pulled out her car keys and pushed one against one
corner of the bottom of the drawer, wiggling the key into the seams
until it gave and the false bottom of the drawer popped up.

Impatiently, she pulled the bottom out, setting it carefully on the bed
beside her as she licked her lips at the sight of her debauched little
treasure trove lying in her lap. The thin compartment contained a score
of the dark dirty secrets that her pure-as-white-snow persona hid.

She pulled out a small, flat mirror and gently placed it on the board
she had removed, using it as a tray as she laid out a small paper
sleeve containing a pair of razor blades and a medium sized plastic bag
containing several other various small sized baggies.

First she pulled out one containing a mixture of mostly white,
different sized and shaped pills and laid it out, before producing a
tiny clutch of cut up lengths of plastic straw. She fidgeted as she
dipped a small finger into one of the empty baggies, scooping some of
the residue off it before slipping her finger into her mouth and
ravenously licking it clean.

She liked to use the hard drugs every once and while, usually combine
with some kind of depraved sex act to intensify and round off her moody
encounters. She had learned long ago that being discreet meant she
wouldn't be able to smoke anything, cigarettes or otherwise.

Alcohol was likewise smelly and could give her away, but those
commoner's delights couldn't give the young girl what she needed. So
the teen had turned to pills for her mood enhancement, and more
recently the soft white cocaine which she was impatiently waiting for.

Cindi's little cunt tinged with an excited jolt as she heard the door
at the end of the hallway open and shut. It was the door at the side of
house, leading out to fenced-in part of the backyard where the
trashcans were kept, and more importantly an access point where one
could slip in and out without being seen from the street.

Her bedroom door opened and in the doorway stood the bulky figure of a
chubby, middle-aged black man, her drug dealer Curtis. He was wearing a
white t-shirt with some gaudy design and a pair of baggy shorts with
some strange fabric design that couldn't help but remind of her a
picnic table cover.

In any case, both were utterly ridiculous looking to her, it didn't
matter if it was trendy or not, tasteless garbage was tasteless garbage
no matter how you wrapped it up and tried to sell it.

"Mrnn just couldn't wait for yo' mama to get out of the house could you
bitch?" Curtis asked, licking his lips at the sight of the pigtailed,
nearly naked teen girl sitting on the bed a few feet from him.

She set the drawer down and skipped her small figure up to him, having
to stand up on her tip-toes as she careened her face up, her bright
pink little tongue flicking at his lips.

He groaned and reached out with his large, thick hands, squeezing her
tiny white ass as he leaned over, kissing the girl, her small hand
reaching up to grip the outline of his now stiff cock and lightly
squeeze it.

"Did you bring me a present black daddy?" Cindi asked sweetly, biting
her lip as she reached up and innocently twirled her finger around the
tight braid of one her pigtails.

"It's not a present bitch you gotta earn dis' shit." He said, stuffing
his thick, pudgy hand into one of his pockets before producing a small,
clear baggie containing a measured amount of fine, vibrant white
powder. More than enough to keep her supplied for a while.

"By being a little white cock-whore?" She asked as innocently as
possible, tilting her head to the side as she reached out, the fingers
of her small hand gripping and kneaded the bulge in the man's short.

"Aww fuck!" He moaned, the skilled little hand groping him, he was
afraid he would bust his nut then and there, such was the skill of her
delicate young fingers.

Inwardly, Cindi sighed in annoyance as she kept up her cute act,
kneeling on the floor in front of the chubby drug dealer as she tugged
his garish shorts down to his knees, letting his short, and otherwise
unremarkable hard cock spring free.

She still had a fat wad of cash in her dresser, from gifts mainly from
her 18th birthday a while back. Not to mention her side jobs, recycling
proceeds, schemes or just good old fashioned money she could cutely ask
her parents for.

She could just pay the dealer and have him leave, simple as that. But
the triple thick fucking idiot always gave up more shit this way, his
mind clouded by the barely legal pussy that still glittered like
jailbait no matter what angle you looked at it from.

Her small hands gripping the small cock she marveled up at him, as if
it were the fattest, meanest dick she had ever had the pleasure of
sucking on, knowing it was far from the truth.

"Yea you like that black dick don't you little white hoe?" Curtis
panted the words excitedly, one of his thick hands resting on the top
of her little blonde head as she leaned over, running her tongue over
his cock.

"Yeah black daddy, it tastes like a big chocolate candy bar!" She
rolled her eyes, the view of her face blocked by the bulge of the drug
dealer's gut.

Chocolate my ass! She thought he tasted the same way he smelled: like
stale sweat and unwashed testicles with a light dusting of cheap
cigarettes. Still, she wrapped her pink, glossy lips around the red tip
of the short black cock and began enthusiastically sucking.

"Ahh yea! Yea bitch!" Curtis groaned hoarsely, his hand roughly pulling
her head down as he pushed his thick hips forward, quickly jabbing his
short cock back and forth inside of her mouth as she sucked on it.

Initially she wondered if it would be exciting fucking a black man or a
latin man, or any other man outside of her race as the bible preaches
so strongly against it, and of course the conservative society that she
came from still looked down on it as a degrading taboo.

So she wondered if it would be exotic and thrilling, and initially
began fucking the dealer a way to find out. She was sorely
disappointed.

Despite the taboo she seen people for what they were, people. Of course
she had people meticulously filed away according to how useful they
were to her. Even still, everyone served a role, regardless of color or
stature. All the hype portrayed in porn about housewives having their
worlds rocked by black men was just bullshit.

In her opinion those type of women were triple stupid. Not just for
being ungrateful little swine who leeched off the hard work of their
husbands but for being so stupid as it to throw it away for something
they could have got a home or just efficiently from a white man without
all the gaudy hang-ups and infinitely more discretion. But if those
women had any intelligence to begin with, they would have been stronger
and more self-sustaining to begin with.

She kept her mind from wandering anymore as she boredly sucked on the
stubby little cock, saliva running down her chin in thin strands as she
sucked fast and hard on the dick. Even as he pushed his hips into her,
his fat hairy balls audibly slapping into her chin and bottom lip.

Cindi moved her small, soft hands up and down the dealer's thighs,
warmly caressing his flesh. Spurring him on as he thrust faster and
faster, letting out gurgling groans and incoherent declarations about
how good little white bitches felt.

She was glad he was enjoying the novelty of their mixed race, because
she sure as hell wasn't all that excited about it at all.

She shifted a hand up and began to fondle his balls, lightly pawing at
them as she slurped and suckled loudly. She felt his cock begin to
swell, his bitter, creamy precum splashing against her tongue, letting
her know that the first act of the chore that was servicing this fat
piece of shit was nearly over.

Curtis groaned loudly, quickly moving his hips, his stomach jiggling
with ripples as he moved the bulk of his body into face fucking the
little blonde. "Aww shit! Aww shit yea!" He groaned loudly, his cock
suddenly spurting out copious torrents of cum, his thick gooey load
quickly filing her mouth.

"Aww take that black dick bitch! Urgh fuckin' swallow my nut!" Curtis
panted the words, his belly jiggling under the tight white shirt each
time she sucked on his cock like a piece of a candy, sending a sharp,
shuddering jolt through his heaving form.

Once that she was sure that every drop was coaxed from his twitching,
now flaccid dick, she leaned back and opened her mouth wide, starting
up at him in innocent awe as if inexperienced and seeking approval as
she showed off the thick white load of cum. She closed her mouth and
with a single gulp swallowed it all before flicking her pink little
tongue out to show him the task was done.

"Ah fuck girl you suck a mean dick." He huffed.

Now that she could see his face again, she noted that he had a fine
layer of sweat glazing his face and the back of his neck, a result of
the minimal effort he had displayed. That made her cheek twitch in
annoyance.

It all boiled down to the fact that he was such a looser that he had to
fuck school kids. 18 years old and a senior didn't matter, it still
amounted to the same thing.

Not to mention that drugs were offered in exchanged.

She pondered for the briefest of moments what it would be like to reach
up and suddenly slice off his balls with a sharp pocket knife. And
whether the sight of his squirming around on the floor squealing as he
bled out would somehow make up for his numerous short comings.

Then she shrugged, she had no idea where those thoughts came from and
why, but often times her fierce, yet unforgivingly patient temper
wandered her down those lines of thinking.

Speaking of lines.

"Did I earn some of my treat yet black-daddy?" She licked her lips
looking up at him, her wide, bright blue eyes gazing at him as if he
were the only man in her world.

Curtis blinked as if dazed, wiping some of the sweat from his brow
before he reached into his pocket. Eagerly she stood, her eyes wide
with anticipation. "Just let me get a line or two into me and you can
cum in my little pussy as much as you want. Okay?" She asked, her small
hand wrapping around his spit-sticky cock as she gently pumped it to
semi-hardness, trying to keep him focused.

"Oh yeah fo' sho' baby, fo' sho'. " He pulled the small bag out and
Cindi eagerly plucked it from his hand before turning in place, the
curve of her small white ass sticking out of the bottom of the pink
shirt, brushing against his cock as she turned and moved away.

She crawled up onto the bed and lied down on her stomach, her legs
together as she openly displayed the bottom ¾ of her smooth white ass.
Leaving it on display to keep him tempted and interested.

As the dealer undressed she poured out a small measure of the white
powder onto the surface of the mirror before she urgently, but
meticulously began to chop it into a fine little mound of white powder.
She felt Curtis' hands on her, groping and kneading her warm ass and
thighs but she ignored it as she shifted the powder into two thin, long
lines across the polished surface of the mirror.

Quickly grabbing a straw with an excited, unsteady hand, Cindi brought
it up to her nose, pinching one nostril shut as she quickly scraped the
straw over both lines, inhaling deeply and sucking the tiny grains of
powder up into her nose.

She gasped and snorted immediately, her twin pig tails flicking around
as she tossed her head back, her eyes wide as the rush of the drug hit
her. It washed over her completely in a matter of seconds and she
relaxed, feeling her entire body warming as she hugged her pillow.

"Mmm that's fuckin great." She said breathlessly.

After a moment she turned, glancing at the nude black man behind her as
he stroked his small, stiff cock with one hand, fondling her with the
other.

"You can cum in this little white pussy all you want now." She said,
hiking up the night shirt as she gripped her thighs and spread the
supple flesh, fully exposing the soft, pink insides of her dripping
cunt to him.

"Ah yea muthafucka." Curtis groaned, slapping Cindi hard across the ass
as he clambered up onto the bed over her.

He wasted no time in stuffing his stiff cock into her willing hole,
letting out a sharp hiss as it sunk balls deep into her, his entire
cock swallowed by her warmth.

The dealer was too bulky to reach around or grab in any way, so she
just hugged her pillow, closing her eyes as she pretended she was being
fucked by someone else as the slob began rapidly grinding into her.

"Ahh shit black-daddy! Your big coco dick feels so great in my little
white coochie!" Again she rolled her eyes, but the more excited he was
the more effort he would put in it. With luck he could leave a load in
her and be out the door before her buzz wore off, leaving her alone to
actually savor it.

"Aw that cunts so fucking hot. You a naughty little white bitch!" He
hissed, quickly moving his hips, his cock darting in and out of the
silky folds of the wet, tight little teen cunt.

"Yeah daddy! Yeah daddy fuck me! Show this little white girl what a
real dick is!" She bit her lip, grinding her hips slightly to the left
with each thrust, causing the cock to brush nearer and nearer to her
g-spot.

With luck and no small bit of help from the drugs, maybe he would
actually make her cum this time, saving her the trouble of finding
something suitable to masturbate with after he left.

"Fuckin white hoe that little juice box is fuckin tight!" Curtis
gasped, dropping his heavy bulk into her as he thrust wildly between
her thighs.

"Cause I am a tight little white girl!" She cooed in response, milking
him with the inner most muscles of her soft little pussy.

"Ah fuck! Ah fuck I'm gonna nut!" Curtis announced, moving his ass
faster and faster and he sped towards orgasm.

"Bust inside me daddy! Fill my little white pussy!" She was on the
edge, just a little more and she would cum too!

And her orgasm fizzled into nothing just as quickly as she had almost
reached it when she heard a voice from the open doorway of her bedroom.

"What the hell is going on here?!" A male voice growled breaking up the
revelry of the skin-slapping fuck-fest before it could conclude.

Cindi's bright blue eyes opened wide like a deer staring into the
oncoming headlights that spelled its doom. Her entire body went cold
and rigid even as Curtis pulled out of her and scrambled off the bed to
his feet.

"Yo motha fucka I don't need you in here interrupting my shit!" Curtis
stumbled angrily forward, raising himself to his full height, his bulk
overshadowing the young man in the doorway.

How the fuck could she have been so careless? Her mother was at church,
her dad gone an extended business trip as usual but Trace, her older
stepbrother. Fuck! He was coming home for the summer from college, but
it wasn't supposed to be for another week. If he had showed up early as
a surprise, then it sure as fuck worked!

Trace was tall, just over 6 feet tall and his trim frame was well
muscled. He had been skating on and off the ice as a hockey player
since the first grade and the years of conditioning showed.

He had a short crop of jet black hair and his piercing, frost blue eyes
stood out in stark contrast with the darker color.

"Get your clothes on and get the hell out of my house!" He growled,
balling his fists into tight balls. "Did he attack you? Are you okay?!"
He asked quickly, looking at his sister with a mixture of fear and
concern for her as she lie there facing away from him, her eyes still
wide with shock as the perfect little world she had created for herself
came crashing down all around her.

"If you think he attacked me just because he is a black stranger in our
home, that's really racist and shallow trace." Cindi mumbled and bit
her lip.

"Yea muthafucka. I didn't take shit, your little slut sista gave it up
fo free!"

The words had barely left the fat drug dealer's lips before Trace
lashed out, the bulging knuckles of his right fist slamming hard into
the side of Curtis' head near his left eye. The big man spun and fell
to his knees, clutching his face in a daze as he shook his head.

"I'll kill you right now!" Trace growled, bolting forward with his fist
raised only to be intercepted by Cindi who appeared in front of him and
suddenly hugged his waist, pressing her warm, tiny frame against him.

"Just get the fuck out of here Curtis!" She snapped looking up to her
big brother. "Thank you for stopping him!"

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 2 of 9 page(s) (24083 characters)

Curtis blinked, still a bit dazed but managed to pull his shorts back
on before retreating back out of the room and then the house as Cindi
hugged her brother tightly, preventing his attempts to further maim the
fleeing drug dealer.

Cindi's mind raced with sheer terror as she tried to figure out what to
do. Not only was she caught with the sick, black fuck on top of her,
but her little cache of drugs was laid out for all to see. He would
tell on her no doubt, mom would find out and dad, dad would be furious.

He would probably throw her out, or worse send her off to one of those
reformist christian camps. Everyone would know the real her now, her
schemes, her image it was all fucking ruined!

Unless... She looked up to her big brother, tears barely forming at the
edges of her big, blue eyes as she hugged him even tighter.

Trace was a man, and all men were stupid and easily confused and
controlled. All she had to do was figure something out, and quickly...

She shifted slightly and pulled away from her brother, turning to
expose her partially covered little ass to him as she looked at the
scraped up mirror and little baggies of prescription pills. "These
things were his! He brought them and left them!" She said, bending over
as she shoved the items into the open drawer.

Trace gasped as she bent over, her shirt hiking up over her ass to
reveal the long slender legs and tender thighs topped with the slight
curve of her petite little teenage ass, her pink little cunt glistening
like a cherry on top of an ice cream sundae.

Hearing the slight gasp, Cindi grinned, her back still to him as sensed
him taking the bait. Slowly she stood and moved over to him with a few
slow, deliberate steps. "Th-thank you for coming in like that!" She
said, tightly hugging him again as she nuzzled her small frame up
against his.

"N-no problem. Are you okay Cid?" Trace asked. His pale cheeks flushed
as he tried to push the amazing sight he had just witnessed from his
mind.

"Me? What about you? You fought that big meanie! It was so cool, like
one of those R-rated movies you see ads for on the t.v.!" She
sheepishly reached down, pulling her brother's right hand up into both
of hers.

"What about you? Oh my! You are hurt!" She exclaimed, gesturing at the
red marks around his knuckles from the impact of the blow.

"Nah nothing forget about it!" Trace tried to shrug her off. He was
confused as hell, first the guy fucking her, the little stash of drugs,
and not to mention the most tempting sight he had ever seen in his life
as his little stepsister had bent over, displaying herself to him.

He just didn't know where the hell to begin.

"We'll fix your hand, if you couldn't hold a hockey stick anymore I
couldn't forgive myself." She said as she moved his hand up with a
deliberate slowness to her pink-glossed lips, staring up into her eyes
with wide innocence as she softly kissed his swelling knuckles one
after the other.

She pressed her body to his, her eyes actually widening in shock for a
moment before she composed herself. She was trying to seduce him to
some degree, confuse and delay him at the very least, but nothing would
have prepared her for the feeling of the long, stiff bugle running down
his left leg as it brushed against her bare thighs.

"Oh my Gosh!" She gasped, looking down to see the stiff erection
straining against her brother's khaki cargo pants.

"I-I Uh I'm sorry!" He stammered and tried to pull back, but she held
firm.

Slowly she reached out, her small hand clutching his shaft and giving
it a small squeeze, pulling gasps from both of them as she marveled at
how excited he had gotten so quickly.

"Did I do this to you big brother?" She asked, peering up at him.

"I ugh I didn't mean...You were bending over and I saw...I-" He gasped
as she moved her hand delicately over the shape of his cock.

"It's a sin to fornicate... But just like that temptuous whore Eve this
is all my fault big brother." She moved her hand down to the tip and
gently gripped the head through his pants, gently twisting her hand in
a side to side motion as she peered up at him.

"The Lord knows it's my fault. This sin is mine to bear because I
caused it to happen to you. Just let me take full responsibility to
absolve you..." She whispered, leaning her body into him.

He let out several soft gasps and sighs of pleasure but when he opened
his mouth to protest she reached down with both hands and grabbed the
hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one motion before
discarding it.

Her pale, small perky breasts sprung into view. The milky skin of a
revealing tan line contrasting her skin tones, the pale flesh making
her little pink nipples seem all the more vibrant.

"I'm sure you've seen lots of these at school." She said rather
dismally, slowly looking down as if ashamed.

Swallowing hard, Trace finally answered. "N-no. I've never seen a woman
before..." He bit his lip, the otherwise big strong lad blushing
fiercely now.

She kept her shock from displaying on her features at the revelation,
and inwardly grinned like the devil as she realized how much easier
this made her task.

"They're really soft." She said, clutching her stepbrother by the wrist
as she brought his hand up. Pushing it firmly into her small breast,
letting out a soft sigh as his fingers brushed the stiff, pink nipple.

"It's so warm!" Trace gasped, looking down at her, marveling at how
innocent she seemed, even while doing such naughty things.

She moved his hand around, in a circular motion, letting out a soft
whimper of delight as she used his hand to work her breast around. She
let go of his wrist after a few moments delighted to see that he
continued to grope her on his own, moving his hand in the same circle
pattern as before.

"If you think that's warm..." She began, reaching down to grab his free
hand before slowly dragging it up the insides of her thighs. " ...then
feel THIS." She said, her cunt practically radiating heat at this point
as she brought his hand up and pushed it against her slippery, aching
mound.

Cindi smiled as Trace gasped again, and she too cooed cutely as his
fingers played over the warm folds of her dripping little snatch. "That
feels so good big brother." She whispered, slowly rocking her hips as
his fingers pushed inside of her, his other hand still gripping her
soft little breast.

Trace marveled at just how soft and warm she was, two of his fingers
slowly pushing deeper and deeper into his little sister's pussy. He was
surprised how her smooth muscles gripped him and pulled him deeper, yet
at the same time let him glide his fingers smoothly in and out of her.

"Does it feel good?" She asked tilting her head up to look at her
brother once more as his fingers quickly pushed back and forth inside
of her.

"Yes!" Trace hissed in reply, clutching her small breast even harder as
he continued to stuff his fingers into her hole.

"You know... There is something you can put in there that will feel way
better..." She said softly, her voice just above a whisper as her small
hands began to play with the front of her brother's pants.

"I don't know if we should..." Trace shuffled from foot to foot,
entirely conflicted and unsure of what to do.

"It's okay... Let me show you." She said, slowly unbuckling the front
of his pants, her fingers releasing the button before she pulled the
zipper down with an audible slowness.

Her little fingers dipped into his pants, tugging them down slightly as
she tugged his long, smooth cock free from its cloth, prison, her eyes
widening a bit in surprise. She gripped the decent length of stiff sex
meat with both hands, gently stroking the smooth white shaft as she
took her time inspecting him.

The first thing she noted was the lack of hair on the red hot, tightly
contracted balls as she softly ran her fingertips over it. He still had
some pubic hair, but it was cropped very, very short and she admired it
with a wry grin. What was the word, manscaping?

"You're so soft and clean down here!" She gasped, one small hand still
rhythmically pumping his throbbing shaft.

"I read it in a magazine... It said girls would like it..." Trace
admitted shyly .

Fuckin'a, Cindi thought as she gently tugged at his cock. She knew this
was going to be the beginning of something wonderful.

She gently ran her thumb over the pink tip of his cock, watching it
twitch and swell in response. "It's like a big pink lollipop!" She
gasped.

Cindi wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees then and suck his
dick like a ravenous whore, but she had bigger plans for her older
brother and his delicious cock.

Slowly she turned her back to him and bent forward, pushing her ass and
lifting it for him as she rested one hand on her left knee, the other
reaching back to spread open her glistening slit.

"Do you think it will fit?" She asked, still managing to sound so sweet
and innocent even as she dribbled tiny rivulets of excitement down her
pale thighs.

"I don't know..." Trace took a deep breath, face and chest flushed as
he gazed down at the little pink hole held open for him. He moved
forward, gripping the shaft of his pulsating cock as he pressed the
swelled tip against her warm opening, gasping immediately as he felt
her velvety warmth.

Her eyes rolling up slightly with a shiver a delight, Cindi licked her
lips, happy to see how fast he was catching on. "There we go that's the
opening there..." She said, tilting forward ever so slightly, her hands
resting on her knees as she bent over in front him.

"Now just push forward big brother." Cindi hissed with delight as her
brother did just that. His hand resting lightly on her hips as if
afraid to touch her, even as he pressed forward, his cock easily
slipping into her ready and more than willing passage.

"Oh yes!" He cried out. Once he had been a little bit inside of her,
feeling the velvety wetness swallow him up, he knew he wanted more. He
pushed all the way forward until he rested balls deep inside of her, a
move that surprised even Cindi as she relaxed, enjoying the feeling of
him pleasantly filling her.

"Feels good?" She asked tilting her head to the side as she partially
glanced back at him.

"Great!" He hissed, awkwardly grinding his hips, every slight motion
feeling incredible now that he was buried in her warmth.

"Now move back and forth..." She instructed, her palms digging into the
soft flesh of her thighs as she remained bent over for his use.

Trace moved awkwardly for a moment, unsure of just how he should move,
until he started to, that was. The feeling of her satiny walls gripping
him and giving him pleasure told him all he needed to know. He moved
back and forth moaning out quite loudly as he slapped his hips into his
little sister's tight, tiny ass.

He moved faster and faster, finding that quicker he moved the more
incredible it made his cock feel.

Cindi perked a brow, moaning loudly just as her brother was. Surprised
at just how hard he was managing to pound into her, despite it being
his first time with a girl.

She could feel the rush of warmth in her stomach, hopefully this time
she would actually cum, just a little added bonus if she could get
something out of it in the process.

"It's so good! It's so good!" Trace declared again and again, their
bodies slapping loudly together, his fingers tightening considerably on
Cindi's narrow waist as he plowed into her again and again.

"Yes big brother yes!" Cindi pinched one eye shut, her face distorted
with pleasure as she found herself pushing back into him, matching his
movements so her tight little cunt swallowed him up all the easier.

"I feel weird!" Trace gasped, moving faster and faster, his balls
clenched like a fist as his first intercourse orgasm quickly mounted,
threatening to blow.

"That means you are doing it right. Go faster!" Cindi gasped, her
small, deep cunt twitching with pleasure, any minute now she would cum!
The rush of pleasure combining with the drugs in her system washing
over her, she was nearly in heaven!

Just one more little push.

Trace groaned out loudly, the noises of their frantic coupling filling
Cindi's ears as her eyes rolled back, her small body rocked with
tremors as she squealed and came. Her knees quickly turned to rubber as
mind altering, multiple orgasms ripped through her tiny frame.

She was sure she would have collapsed forward had it not been for Trace
holding onto her tightly.

"Shoot it! Shoot it all inside of me!" Cindi managed to breathlessly
demand, her cunt still throbbing fiercely from her orgasms as Trace
sped up. His hips a blur of movement as he fucked his little sister.

"Argh! Ahhh!" Trace buried his cock inside of her, surprised as all
hell as he had his first orgasm, and deep inside his little sister no
less. His body jerked violently and he cried out through clenched teeth
as if in pain, his heavy balls tight as his long, smooth cock erupted
inside of her.

He shot load after load into her tight young pussy, her body greedily
swallowing every drop that he produced, the walls of her tight cunt
gripping the ultra-sensitive head of his cock like a gloved fist. "Ahh
my god!" Trace shuddered, breathing quickly.

Cindi let a perverse smile creak over her features as her brother blew
his load inside of her. It wasn't something simply looked down on or
unspokenly agreed upon as being naughty. It was almost incest. It was a
sin. It was fucking great!

Sarah's heels clicked softly on the cemented garage floor with a quiet
echo as she stepped out of her car, dragging her bible bag and a small
grocery bag filled with items she had stopped to get Cindi on the way
home. She elected not to call when she stopped, hoping the give the
poor thing a chance to rest up.

Gracefully moving across the garage to the door leading into the
kitchen, Sarah swung it open and stopped dead in the doorway and then
gasped in shock, dropping her bag onto the ground. "What?!"

"Welcome home mommy." Cindi said from the kitchen table where she sat
beside her older brother. "Trace stopped by for a surprise visit."
Cindi smiled, feeling her brother's cum seeping out of still throbbing
cunt under the large robe she was now wearing.

"It is indeed! Oh sweetie welcome home!" Sarah smiled as her big,
strong son moved up from his seat and gave her a warm hug.

"This is wonderful. I'll order some pizza for lunch, I am sure you are
both very hungry." Sarah said, moving over to the counter to where the
telephone and phonebook sat.

"Famished." Cindi said licking her lips as she looked her brother up
and down, grinning.

Chapter 2

"Shhh! We can do it in here, but if you aren't quiet mom is going to
catch us." Cindi said as she looked out over the dark garage, a single
light bulb beside the door providing light, and empty save for the
boxes stacked along one wall.

Trace followed Cindi into the dark work room at the back of the garage,
and once inside she pushed the door shut and flipped the lock, turning
to flip the light on.

The bright shop light came on in their father's workshop, illuminating
Trace who already had his pants unbuttoned. That thick, beautiful cock
already pulled freed of its cloth prison and bobbing anxiously for a
taste of its little stepsister's pussy.

"Mmm damn cowboy, I think you are ready to saddle up." Cindi licked her
lips.

She had just returned from school to find her brother already hard and
waiting for her, so the two snuck off into the garage before Sarah,
Cindi's mom had any idea she was even home.

As such, Cindi was still wearing the sickeningly puritan, christian
girl's school uniform that was mandatory where she attended. It
consisted of a very dark blue blouse with the most annoying puffed out
shoulders she had ever seen on a garment. But the white ruffle trim
around the cuffs wasn't so bad in her opinion.

Not to mention the pink lacing...

With that she wore a uniformly pleated white skirt that was actually
shorter than what was allowed by the school or the bible or whoever the
fuck was actually in charge.

It rode up her inner thighs, every movement giving a teasing glance at
the supple curve of her tanned little teenaged ass. Or the high cut
pink panties she wore over the white garters that held up her white,
silk stockings.

The heels she was wearing helped boost the posture of her backside, her
thighs and butt jutting out more than they should do to the lift. She
shook her little teen ass as she reached under the skirt, wiggling her
expensive, pink satin panties down around her ankles as she leaned over
her father's workbench.

She flipped the little white skirt up to reveal her glistening little
cunt, bald as the day she was born and throbbing with anticipation as
she reached back with one hand, gripping her soft little ass and
spreading her warm, eager holes open for her stepbrother to see.

"Come on cowboy, time for a ride." Cindi curled her finger, gesturing
for her brother to begin.

Since their first encounter things had been hectic. It had only been a
week since then, and her guess that controlling her pure, virginal
brother had been right on the money. Her pussy was really good after
all and she took pride in the way she used her body to get whatever she
wanted, from whoever she wanted. Yet she hadn't really considered just
how fuckin' crazy insatiable he would be.

She had to admit, nothing so far she had ever experienced quite
compared to deflowering and fucking your stepsibling, and she loved it.
But it seemed hard to keep him satisfied, he kept wanting more and
more. At this pace they were fucking a good 4-5 times a day.

When she woke up for school she would sneak into her brother's room and
quickly ride out his morning wood before leaving to school, only to get
ambushed and fucked again as soon as she arrived home.

Then while their mother would be cooking dinner the two would slip off
to Trace's room for yet another quick fuck, only to conclude later in
the evening after mom had gone to bed when Trace snuck into her room to
give her a goodnight creampie.

It was really fucking up her sleeping habits and she was worried the
time she had put aside for studying would get fucked off. But so far,
she was managing.

Trace gripped the thick base of his cock as he moved in behind his
little sister, unceremoniously running the pink tip of his engorged
cock up and down her glistening slit, gathering a bit of unneeded
lubrication before he promptly sunk it in.

"Ahh shit!" Cindi bit her lip, feeling her brother slide his cock all
the way inside of her, his balls resting pressed firmly against her red
hot little mound of pink pussy flesh.

Trace gripped her hips and began to move his own, fucking his little
sister doggy style at a quick pace, their bodies slapping loudly
together as he moaned out. His heavy balls slapped against her mound
with each thrust, causing her to squirm as his warm testicles slapped
against her throbbing little clit.

The sensation of his big cock tugging at the innermost walls of her
tight, young cunt made Cindi shudder with delight. The pink, glossy
tips of her well-manicured nails clawed at the workbench for purchase,
her eyes lolling slightly back in her head as she bit her lip to keep
from moaning out.

It was just so damn good... She could see herself easily getting
addicted to this, and thus far being her brother's bend-over-bitch on
daily basis had no compare, it was just fucking great.

Her smooth, flat stomach sucked in slightly over and over again as she
squeezed her muscles around his cock, her pink, glistening insides
wrapping snuggly around her big brother, pulling him in deeper and
deeper and trying to hold him in.

Each time that he pushed against her while she was gripping him only
doubled the sensation of being fucked, the ridges of his large cock
head pulling at more and more of her flesh that way as she gripped him.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 3 of 9 page(s) (24215 characters)

Trace suddenly sped up, their flesh slapping loudly together as he
pounded away into her, the small girl crying out around a bit lip as
she tensed and came. Her entire body from the top of her blonde head
down to the tips of her curled up little toes tingling with delight.

She gasped for breath, her body slackening somewhat just as Trace
groaned, bottoming out inside of his little sister's slippery cunt as
he came. His cock twitching almost violently as he let out an
unsuppressed groan of delight, pumping jet after jet of his milky seed
deep inside of her. Filling her to the point that some seeped out
around his unmoving cock that plugged her tight passage.

Cindi shut her eyes, breathing deeply for several long moments before
Trace slowly pulled his softening cock from her well used little hole.
She bent down quickly and pulled her pink little satin panties back up,
trapping the cum that had begun to roll out of her in a light trickle.

Trace wore an expression of utter satisfaction as he leaned back
against an adjacent desk, catching his breath. Cindi eyed him cutely
and then squatted down in front of him, her little pink glossed lips
immediately slurping her brother's slippery, limp cock into her mouth.
Trace gasped suddenly, grasping the edge of the table as Cindi bobbed
her head back and forth slowly before pulling back, letting his cock
plop free from her lips.

She peered up at him with bright blue eyes and licked her lips and
swallowed. "There you go. All clean. I'll go in first." She said,
rising to her feet as she pressed her lips against her brother's giving
him a quick, loving kiss before she turned and headed into the garage.

"Your face is all flushed darling, are you feeling alright?" Cindi's
mom asked as she walked into the kitchen.

Sarah was sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine and
enjoying a cup of tea. Her hair was tied up like it always was, in a
conservative bun with a few stray strands hanging across her brow. She
was wearing a simple black skirt and a cream colored blouse buttoned up
to the neck.

Cindi sighed at that. Her mother was so repressed, it was a shame she
kept her meaty DD cups caged like that. They could be a mighty
formidable weapon if she took the time to master them.

"It was just warm outside; I'll drink some water and be fine mommy."
She smiled as she moved over to the fridge.

"Hmm where did your brother get off to?"

"He's out in the garage packing his spare roller hockey gear to go down
to the rink." Cindi answered, pulling a small water bottle from the
fridge.

"It's so nice having him back isn't it?" Sarah asked with a smile.

"Wonderful." Cindi licked her lips. "I have some errands to run mommy,
I am going to go meet one of my friends and then I will stop by the
rink and come home with Trace."

Cindi moved over to the table and kissed her mother on the top of the
head.

"Be careful sweetie, and make sure the two of you are back in time for
dinner." Sarah called out as Cindi skipped out of the room.

* * *

Cindi wore an irritated expression as her thumb flipped open her glossy
black cell phone, her gleaming blue eyes flashing from the time display
and then back up to the entrance of the skate rink. The little blonde
sighed; she hadn't had time to change her uniform, much less her
panties before she left the house. And even now she could feel her
brother's sticky seed like slimy glue causing her panties to stick to
her flesh.

She shifted for a moment, her thighs rubbing together as she leaned
against the safety rail outside of the skating rink. The huge rink had
two tracks, currently one was in use by the Toy Box Killers, the local
derby team as they skated through their psychotic training regimen.

"Move your ass Miss Kicks-a-lot!" The tanned, short haired derby
captain called out. She was skating backwards at a blinding speed as
she watched her teammates moving in an aggressive formation towards
her.

The phone beeped with a new text and Cindi looked down, flipping the
phone open again as she read the text. Be right there!

She sighed and looked up to the track and then over to her right, the
other rink was used exclusively for sports, and currently Trace and
some of his old school friends were having a fast paced, but friendly
game of roller hockey as spectators watched from the rails and benches
beside it.

Her gaze shifting back over to the derby girls who were finishing up
their heats, Cindi didn't even notice the arrival of the person she was
most anxious to see. A tall, slender asian woman, who had long black
hair braided into a single tail which hung over one shoulder approached
Cindi and casually leaned on the railing beside her.

"Ahhh Mara." The words rolled off of Cindi's lips with a seductive purr
as she turned to look up at the older woman.

Mara cocked her head, her full, red painted lips stretched into a
predatory grin as she looked over the young girl. Mara was middle aged,
but her figure was still as toned and tight as a girl half her age due
to daily runs at the track. The only hint of age showing in random
lines near her eyes and mouth, and even then they were subtle and just
made her exotic beauty seem even more dignified.

"So what happened exactly?" Mara asked in a hushed tone, leaning on the
rail practically shoulder to shoulder with Cindi.

There was no one else around and that paired with the loud noises from
the hockey game and derby practice, it was highly unlikely any passerby
would hear their conversation.

"Well my dipshit dealer came over and I gave him head, then he gave me
the shit. I did a couple of lines and thought I would let him have a
little fun. Bastard really was dumb enough to think he was fucking me
and not the other way around." Cindi rolled her eyes as she recalled
the events of a week before.

"Yeah some people are just really stupid..." Mara echoed, rolling her
eyes.

"Well I had forgotten that Trace was coming home from school. Not that
it mattered really, except that he showed up a week EARLY to surprise
everyone."

Mara snorted a laugh. "I bet you were real fuckin' surprised."

"Mmm hmm! Well I was convinced that everything was going to shit. I
mean there I was, legs spread, with this disgusting fucker on top of
me. Trace hears the noise and comes to my room to find me like that. I
guess he thought Curtis was some kind of robber that was raping me or
something."

"How'd you get out of that one?" Mara asked.

"It wasn't too hard, I mean I froze and I was scared shitless of
everyone finding out, it was a very compromising situation after all.
Then one thing led to another and Trace ended up knocking Curtis right
on his fat ass." Cindi sighed and rolled her eyes at the memory.

"Heh that bad huh? I mean Trace is a pretty mellow guy, kinda shy and
quiet. But look him out there, with a stick in his hand he's a monster.
He's use to dishing out punishment out there and taking it. Its why
hockey players are typically in such great shape, all that
conditioning..." Mara licked her lips as she watched the match still in
progress, her eyes settling on Trace.

"Well if the fat piece of shit had been more preoccupied with pulling
up his pants and getting out of there gracefully rather than shooting
off his mouth, he never would have got the shit knocked out of him."
Cindi sighed. "It could have been worse; Trace was ready to tear into
him so I just tried to stay between them until Curtis wobbled his
useless ass out of there."

"Well men are stupid Cindi you know that. I bet he added a premium to
what he was giving you just for the inclusion of your tight little
body." Mara frowned.

"Men are so fucking stupid. That's why I stick to soft young things
like you." Mara's voice had shifted from annoyed to a seductive whisper
as Cindi felt the woman's hand brush against her warm inner thighs
underneath the skirt.

Cindi's face flushed and she let out a soft, quiet sigh, opening her
thighs wider for the older woman.

"Mmm don't worry, if you don't want to have to deal with primitive
morons I'll more than happily keep you supplied. Seeing as I get this
soft, young pussy for free already, the least I could do is charge you
friend prices." Mara licked her lips, her well-manicured nails
playfully raking at the warm flesh between Cindi's legs as she spoke.

The two looked ahead as they spoke, the closeness of their bodies
masking any view as the woman felt up between Cindi's legs.

Not very long ago, Cindi had been in a class at school with Mara as the
teacher. It was a hell of a year in which she had lost her virginity to
the woman and picked up her coke habit, but that's a story for another
time...

"Lunaaaaa!" Cindi heard a voice call out from her right.

She turned her head to see the tanned, short haired derby captain
skating over to the entrance of the rink. She waited there as each of
her teammates skated out, slapping each of the girls in the ass as they
passed by her. Once they had exited the rink the nimble little captain
hopped out and skated up to a pair of oddly similar looking blonde men
who were standing together.

Eh, maybe they are related? Cindi thought.

Luna, the derby captain, looked back and forth between the two men and
then over at Cindi and Mara, tilting her head for a moment. Then,
suddenly she lashed out, banging the two men's heads together before
shaking her head and skating off. The two looked back up to Cindi and
glared.

"I don't like all these gawkers. Let's go someplace more...discreet."
Cindi said wearily, eyeing the two men as they headed for the exit with
Luna.

Mara giggled and pulled her hand out from between Cindi's legs,
bringing a moist fingertip up to her mouth to lick clean as she smiled.
"Alright, we can finish our transaction in the ladies room."

The older woman turned, her shapely legs and ass were covered in a pair
of tight black jeans, her chest hidden from view by a simple, zip-up
red hooded sweat shirt. Even the simple attire couldn't hide the
delicate features of the woman's body as she moved, her hips swaying
subtly as she led Cindi into the bathroom.

Once the pair had made their way into a stall, Cindi reached up and
locked the latch as Mara dipped a slender hand into her pocket and
produced a small, heavy bag of white powder that fit in her palm. She
held it up with one hand, and then gestured with the other, rubbing her
fingertips together. "$300 for this much."

Cindi nodded quickly in agreement, it was a sizeable amount of drugs,
easily worth a hundred or more than what she buying it for. Cindi
produced three crisp new $100 bills and handed them over to her teacher
who dropped the little baggie into Cindi's eager hands.

Mara pushed the money into her pocket and then pulled out a small vile
of the white powder, licking her lips as she looked at Cindi. "A little
something to hold you over, this one will be my treat."

With that, Mara reached up with her free hand and unzipped her sweater
down to the navel of her flat stomach, fanning open the top to expose
her perky breasts that were lifted up in a tight, low-cut, black lace
bra. She unscrewed the little cap on the vial and tilted it, carefully
tapping it with a well-manicured nail, causing some of the powder to
sprinkle onto the upper curve of her left breast.

The fine white drug contrasted with Mara's bronzed skin and Cindi could
barely contain herself as she dipped her head down, Mara's slender
fingers moving back through Cindi's soft blonde hair as the girl
eagerly snorted the cocaine off of her teacher's breast.

Cindi shuddered as she crinkled her face for a moment, the drug making
her head swim dizzily as she swayed, wearing an expression of momentary
stupor before shaking it off.

Mara smiled, using her grip in Cindi's hair to twist the girl's head
around, her lips pressing hard into the younger girl's mouth. Cindi
feverishly returned the kiss, parting her pink, glossy lips open for
the woman's questing, probing tongue.

The pink satin panties that clung tightly to Cindi's bald little pussy
quickly became damp, and seeming to pick up on just how quickly her
pupil had been aroused, Mara dropped one hand in between them.

Her nails playfully ghosted up Cindi's inner thigh, causing her to
squirm under the attention before Mara promptly pushed her hand into
the soft, pink panties.

Cindi gasped into the kiss as she felt Mara's index and middle fingers
slip effortlessly into her already dripping slit.

"Mmm your little honey pot is already gushing my dear." Mara licked her
lips, moving her fingers quickly back and forth inside of Cindi before
she moved her mouth down, kissing lightly at the girl's exposed neck.

Cindi was practically standing on the tips of her tightly curled toes
as she squirmed under the intensely pleasurable sensation. She bit her
lip hard to try to keep from crying out in the middle of the girl's
bathroom, but she was having a hard time.

She knew Mara was pushing all the right buttons to make her cry out,
maybe even get her caught. And for some reason the added humiliation
had her practically wetting herself with excitement.

"You taste so fucking good little peach." Mara purred in Cindi's ear,
her tongue flicking out to taste Cindi's earlobe before softly biting
it.

Cindi whimpered as she pushed her hips out, grinding against her
teacher's fingers which expertly snaked up inside of her tight little
pussy, brushing against all the right places to make her scream in
pleasure.

"It's so good Mara!" Cindi gasped again, trying to remain quiet by
biting down on her lip once more.

Mara's free hand shot up and she gripped Cindi by the chin, jerking the
girl's head around to look at her. "What are you supposed to call me in
private, little girl?" Mara glared at the girl, her fingers slowing in
their pace and intensity as she waited for an answer.

"M-Mistress!" Cindi gasped, her cheeks flushed. "Mistress Mara."

"Mmm if we were in a more private setting I think you would find
yourself bent over a bench, but as it stands, I will give you a little
reward so you don't forget in the future." Mara licked her lips, her
fingers curling up inside of Cindi to brush the upper part of her soft,
young cunt.

Mara's fingers began vigorously rubbing back and forth against Cindi's
g-spot, adding pressure as her thumb began to flick back and forth over
the young girls clit, almost as if she were strumming a guitar.

Cindi nearly shrieked but barely restrained herself, the fear of being
caught keeping her in check yet aroused her all the more.

Mara's fingers sped up as she stimulated both of the little slut's
orgasmic nerve centers with practiced ease. As Cindi cried out again,
Mara reached up and clamped her free hand over the girl's mouth,
sliding two slender fingers into it.

Cindi sucked at the digits and continued to whimper and whine as Mara's
lips pressed to her neck once more, lightly kissing her just behind the
ear as her fingers furiously worked over Cindi's cunt.

The wetness of her young pussy was as audible as it was squishy, as the
skilled, older Domina applied her skills. Cindi's head lolled dizzily
from a combination of the cocaine and now the intense, forced orgasm
she was about to experience. She tensed suddenly, her bright blue eyes
wide as her body shuddered and she began to orgasm.

The girl would no doubt be shrieking like a banshee had the fingers not
been gagging her, and Cindi's body tensed and quivered, her knees
turning to jelly as Mara rubbed hard against the throbbing little bud
of her clit. Causing the girl to experience intense, multiple orgasms
that rocked her body and nearly made her faint from the intensity of
the experience.

After several moments Mara ceased and Cindi's body went slack, she
would have fell over had Mara not caught her and used her own body to
pin Cindi against the wall of the stall. Her cheeks flushed and her
face and neck kissed by a light patches of glistening sweat, Cindi
struggled to catch her breath, hugging the woman tightly as she panted.

Mara pulled her hand up and looked at it with a smirk, seeing that she
was wet all the way up to the wrist. "My, my, didn't you enjoy
yourself?" Mara grinned and then paused, bringing the practically
dripped hand up to her mouth which promptly began licking clean.

"Y-yes Mistress." Cindi uttered the words breathlessly. "T-thank you."
She sighed softly, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Mara's
shoulder. She really could just fall asleep then and there in this
position but was careful not to, instead trying to compose herself and
regain her breath.

"You're such a good girl. That's why I chose you to be my pet." Mara
smiled, tilting her head down to kiss Cindi firmly on the lips, the
young girl eagerly kissing back...

A few minutes with a compact and a hair brush in front the bathroom
mirror later and the two women emerged from the bathroom, bearing no
evidence of their tryst.

"Do you need a ride home?" Mara asked sweetly as they moved through the
rink.

"No thanks, I'm riding Trace, er, with Trace later." Cindi said,
shifting as she adjusted her skirt.

Mara perked her brow for a moment and then smiled. "Well not if someone
else picks him up." She gestured with a subtle nod of her head and
Cindi whirled around, to see Trace standing outside of the second
track, the hockey game now finished.

He was standing with his helmet under one arm, his dark black hair and
face slick with sweat. In front of him, wearing the same conservative
uniform as Cindi was a young, pale-face girl with dark red hair.

She had her hands folded behind her back, seeming to squirm around
shyly as she talked with Trace, her soft, beautiful features beaming
with admiration. Cindi picked up on it like a bad taste in her mouth
and almost felt the urge to spit as she narrowed her eyes.

"Isn't that Gwen Johnson?" Mara asked, cocking her head as if trying to
remember. "She's in the same year as you, looks like she fancies
Trace."

"Dirty little puck-slut is all she is. She's only trying to jump on his
cock because he is the Captain. You don't see her on anyone else, just
him. Typical fucking rink-rat." Cindi spouted venomously under her
breath.

Mara perked her brow and narrowed her eyes at the way Cindi was
watching the two, it was obvious that the concern displayed was more
akin to a jealous lover than a protective little sister.

"Say little peach?" Mara licked her lips, a thought forming.

"Mmm?" Cindi asked without looking, her eyes narrowed on that little
bitch Gwen Johnson standing some 25 yards away.

"Just how exactly did you get Trace to keep quiet about your
predicament?" Mara asked suddenly.

Cindi felt a cold knot in her chest and her shoulders jerked and tensed
visibly as she bit her lip, hard. Slowly she turned to face Mara, her
expression nervous, unsure.

Mara grinned. "Well isn't that interesting..."

Chapter 3

Trace groaned as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles
practically white as his body tensed. Each time he tried to relax or
shift to get more comfortable in his seat, it only opened his body up
to even larger dose of intense pleasure.

He noted how Cindi looked perturbed and how she had remained silent on
the ride home. But the moment they had pulled into the garage she had
unbuckled her seatbelt and silently leaned over as she freed her
brother's cock from his pants and began to suck it with a tenacious
ferocity.

Being a virgin until just recently, and even then not very experienced
in self-pleasure, Trace was still overly sensitive to the intensity of
most sexual contact.

As such, he had trouble sitting still as Cindi bobbed her head rapidly
up and down in his lap.

Her pink-glossed lips glided up and down the shaft of his cock as she
twirled her tongue around the tip. Wet streaks of saliva trickled down
his shaft in sticky rivulets as she sucked and slurped noisily, keeping
as much saliva in her mouth as comfortably possible to give him the
wettest oral service possible. As a result, it was also the noisiest
service possible.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 4 of 9 page(s) (21627 characters)

"Ahh! Cid!" Trace gasped, trying to squirm away from the intense
sensation of being sucked on by his little sister. Try as he might
though, the seat beneath him was blocking his retreat; his attempts to
pull back were only nullified as he pushed forward, his cock thrusting
gently into her willing mouth.

Cindi moved her head quickly up and down, she thought all the virginal
squirming was cute, as well as pleased with the physical indicators of
how well she was doing. But with all the squirming and the fast
movements of her mouth, she was worried he'd squirm his thick,
delicious cock right into her teeth as she moved down on him.

She reached up and grabbed his right wrist, pulling it gently from the
steering wheel and placing it on the back of her little blonde head,
using her grip to make his hand push her head down forcefully for
special emphasis. She was still pissed about that little bitch Gwen and
how close she had gotten to Trace. She could smell the girl's cheap,
fruity perfume on her brother even now as she sucked him off in the
front seat of his car.

To make matters worse, Mara knew about the relationship between her and
Trace, she didn't even want to think about what would happen because of
that in the future. For now, she knew Gwen would have to be dealt with
somehow, but in the meantime, she would just have to remind her big
brother that she was indeed the best and could give him everything.

Her small hand reached up and cupped his heavy balls, rolling them
gently back and forth in her palm as the spit trickled down his shaft
and onto his balls, rapidly cooling as it descended. Her spit-slick
little hands gently rubbed his balls, one gently gripping the shaft of
his cock as it followed her mouth on each up and down motion.

To her delight, Trace got the message and gripped the back of her head,
with a surprising bit of roughness as he pushed her down on his cock
over and over again. She was thankful that the windows were rolled up
and the inner door closed, he was making so much noise moaning that she
feared they might be heard.

Cindi could taste the thick, nutty flavor of precum dribbling into her
mouth and she doubled her efforts. Her little pink tongue moved up and
down on the tip of Trace's cock, her lips still wrapped tightly around
his shaft, making her mouth air tight as she sucked and stroked him.

"Now! Now!" Trace announced, but Cindi ignored him, sucking harder as
her little hand rapidly pumped his thick shaft. She tasted more of his
cum flow into her mouth before the tip finally flared and expanded. Her
brother groaning loudly and bucking his hips upwards, fucking her wet,
willing mouth as cum erupted from the tip of his cock and began to
spurt out in thick, forceful jets.

Cindi moaned as she sucked and stroked, coaxing his cum up to tip of
his cock which she tenderly sucked out, her lips and mouth working the
swollen tip of his cock like she was nursing on his milk.

She continued like this for nearly half a minute until he had stopped
moaning and spasming. Now he sat, panting and drained of energy as she
lifted her head from his lap, and looked up at him.

She opened her mouth wide, letting him see the thick, frothy white
mouthful of sperm she had collected before she shut her mouth and
slowly swished the sperm around. Savoring the taste of it for a moment
before swallowing it all in one big gulp, her tongue running over her
pink lips as she licked them clean.

"Mmm that tasted good. Thanks for the treat." Cindi said, reaching down
as she carefully pushed her brother's spit-polished shaft back into his
pants and neatly buttoned them back up.

She leaned up and caught his lips with hers, his hands moving out to
cup her face as they tenderly kissed one another, Cindi feeling a warm
surge between her legs as she got a little light headed.

Slowly Cindi pulled away from the kiss and gripped Trace's hand, slowly
pushing it down under her skirt, between her smooth, tanned thighs so
he could feel the heat she radiated. "That cum tasted good, but I am
thirsty for it down here too." She said, cooing cutely as Trace pressed
his palm against her warm, throbbing mound.

"But we could get caught if we do it out here..." Trace began, but
Cindi gently pushed the tip of her finger to his lips, slowly inching
her face closer to his as she whispered.

"Not here silly." She grinned as she whispered, her face hovering mere
millimeters from his, tickling him with her very presence.

"Later, after mom goes to sleep. Just come into my room... I'll be
lying face down in bed, just pull up my nightie, fucking me until you
blow your load and go." She didn't have to grope him to know that her
words had a positive effect, knowing her brother was now rock hard in
his jeans and ready to fuck again.

"S-Sure." Trace grinned sheepishly, his cheeks flushed slightly as he
slowly kissed her on the mouth.

Cindi half closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she pulled back and
licked her lips, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "It's what little
sisters were made for."

Trace remained in the garage to pack away all of his gear and take
apart one of his skates that had a wheel that was locking up. Cindi
walked into the kitchen from the garage, finding most of the lights off
at the still early hour and shrugged before heading upstairs towards
her room.

After stepping off the landing at the top of the stairs, Cindi heard a
strange, muffled sound and craned her head to the side, listening
closely. She heard it again and stepped very, very quietly down the
hallway, the silence nearly deafening as she crept along and found
herself at the door to her parent's room.

The door to the room was cracked slightly and Cindi slowly pressed her
face to the opening and was greeted with the sight of her mother, Sarah
on her knees at the side of her bed.

Sarah was completely nude with her knees wide apart, the upper half of
her body bending over the bed, her face down in a pillow which muffled
the constant moans as Sarah gripped a dildo fashioned to look like a
surprisingly realistic cock.

The woman's face was pushed deep in the pillows, muffling her cries of
ecstasy as she drove the long toy inside of herself again and again and
again, each time pushing it from the tip down to the life-like balls at
the base. Even in the pale light, Cindi could see the juices glistening
on the toy and on her mother's pale thighs, and suddenly Cindi found
herself squirming.

She pushed one hand down between her thighs, pawing slowly at her cunt,
the little blonde's eyes rolling back for a moment as she bit her lip
to suppress a moan.

For no reason other than impulse, Cindi pulled out her cell phone and
set it to record, carefully holding it up at the crack of the door,
filming the frantically masturbating woman and snapping pictures in the
process as she too rubbed herself.

Cindi rapidly worked herself up to the very edge of orgasm and promptly
stopped, her thighs quivering as she removed her hand and then adjusted
her skirt.

Between the cocaine, getting fingered by Mara and sucking off Trace and
now this little sight, Cindi was well on her way to an orgasm that
would knock her into the oblivion of a deep, blissful sleep. So, for
now, the girl held it in, knowing a nice fat injection from her
brother's cock would be all that she needed to have a mind blowing
orgasm.

"If you want dick that badly, I will see to it you get more than your
fill..." Cindi whispered inwardly, licking her lips as she turned on
her heel, the hem of her skirt flipping up as she strode down the
hallway and quietly back to her room.

The door closed and her little white pleated skirt and blue uniform
blazer hit the floor. She slowly plucked open the buttons of her white
blouse and dropped it on the top of the neat pile of discarded clothing
before promptly kicking off her white heels.

Clad in simple white thigh high stockings and a pair of high cut
panties and matching bikini style bra, Cindi stalked across her bedroom
with the calculated grace of a predatory feline as she padded over to
her night stand.

She bit her lip, her thighs slowly rubbing together as she sat
squirming on the edge of her bed. She peeled off her bra and then
slowly unfastened the suspenders holding up her thigh highs before
peeling them off, finally removing the garters and panties.

Cindi placed the small, but hefty little bag of coke on the top of her
nightstand before she opened the drawer with the false bottom,
carefully pulling out the rest of her paraphernalia and lying it out
with the little baggie.

Licking her lips again, Cindi looked around and then got up from the
bed, moving over to the closet as she rummaged around finding a simple,
very short, black see-through slip of a night gown that only reached
the middle of her ass, not coming anywhere near her thighs.

She pulled on the tiny, see-through slip of fabric and then went over
to the nightstand, pulling out a well concealed little black t-back
thong which was hidden among her regular underwear.

She carefully pulled the tiny piece of fabric up her thighs and into
place, turning her back to mirror on the closet door to check herself
out. The little slip of a nightie was more for decoration than anything
else; the panties likewise only there to simultaneously entice Trace
and offer him ease access to her young, tight little cunt.

Now dressed in a figurative layer of sweet, sticky honey to catch her
fly, Cindi settled back down on the bed, sitting by the light of her
table lamp as she carefully spooned out some of the white powder onto
her mirror. Biting her lip, her cunt unbearably warm and aching with a
sharp, needy throb, she began to cut the little pile of powder with a
fresh, dangerously sharp razor blade.

Dividing the powder into 4 long, fine lines, Cindi picked up her little
length of cut plastic straw and placed it against the tip of the first
line. She leaned down, placing the straw in her nose as she pinched her
other nostril shut and breathed in sharply as she dragged the straw
across the line, inhaling it all.

Cindi tossed her head back, snorting as she sucked the lingering traces
of powder up into her nose, her eyes pinched shut as her body
shuddered, a very intense, mind numbing surge of pleasure sweeping her
from head to toe, making her sway dizzily. With repetition she consumed
the other 3 lines, each larger dose into her bloodstream making the
effects more intense and dangerously stimulating.

She looked down, seeing that the front of the transparent thong was
soaked with her excitement, her sticky little honey pot red hot on the
inside, insuring Trace would have nothing short of a heavenly time
fucking her senseless.

Cindi carefully put away her things and then turned off the light,
lying face down on her bed hugging her soft, red little pillows. Her
damp thighs were clamped together, her pert little ass and eye candy on
display for Trace whenever he might show up. Cindi was blissfully high,
her head swimming and her body tingling with perverse delight as she
waited in the dark for her brother to come to her.

Her mind wandered back a few hours to Gwen Johnson. The little cunt had
been far too friendly towards Trace, and made her skin crawl. She felt
the odd, not common, but certainly not rare impulse to cause great
bodily harm to the girl, not unlike the psychotic fantasies she
harbored towards the inept and retarded drug dealer, Curtis. Gwen had
slighted her, and the little bitch would pay for it, Cindi would make
sure of that.

Cindi's hand crept down her stomach as she lie in the dark, the tips of
her fingers rubbing at the soft, almost unnaturally warm mound of her
little pink pussy as she fantasized about her revenge. Then for the
first time, she realized what she had planned for the little bitch
would not only be appropriate, but completely in the realm of
possibility to carry out. The thought nearly made her cum.

Wanting to save her reservoir of lust for one epic, earth-shattering
release, Cindi pulled her hand from between her legs, settling with
slowly grating her thighs together as she lie face down in the dark.

She heard the silent click of her doorknob turning and opening, a
sudden jolt of excitement rushing from the throbbing mound of her
little cunt up to her head with such force she thought it would fry her
brain.

Still lying face down, Cindi bit her lip, trying to keep from squirming
with anticipation as she heard the sound of Trace unzipping his pants,
the quite noise seeming deafening in the silence of the dark room.

"Oh wow..." Trace gasped quietly as he was greeted with the erotic
display of Cindi's ass on display, the little t-back was just the
wrapping on the sweet treat he was about to receive.

A smile stretched over Cindi's lips as she felt his big, rough hands
pawing at her supple young ass, a pleasant warmth swirling around in
the pit of her stomach as she felt her pink little nipples stiffen to
rock hard peaks against the soft sheets.

As Trace's hands moved over her deliciously firm, tanned little butt,
his finger grazed over her dripping wet slit, feeling just how red hot
and wet she was. Trace merely gasped in surprise, he had of course been
fucking her for some time now, but between the outfit and the pure
animal heat she was putting off, well it was entirely different this
time.

Cindi licked her lips, wiggling her ass slightly from side to side as
she heard Trace hurriedly pulling off his pants and boxers. The outfit
she was wearing and lying still and quiet in the dark, it was all meant
to encourage him to be more aggressive towards her.

She did enjoy fucking him very, very much and even more so enjoyed the
way he was almost insatiable, if he could just be trained to take the
initiative, she was sure that she would be taken straight to heaven.

Trace mounted her, his hands tugging the flimsy little black string
that was pulled up the slit of her cunt to the side as he eagerly and
unceremoniously pushed the thick tip of his cock to her tight little
cunt and forced it inside.

Cindi's eyes grew wide and she pushed her face hard into the pillow to
keep from crying out, her brother bottoming out balls-deep inside of
her. His tight sack, hot with lust resting against the mound of her
cunt as he began to grate his hips back and forth.

His hands gripped her tight little ass, spreading it open as he began
to thrust roughly back and forth inside of her, biting his lip so hard
it nearly bled as he tried to keep quiet. His thick, veiny cock
throbbed urgently and he fucked her hard and deep, her cunt feeling
incredibly warm compared to the other times he had fucked her, so much
so that it felt almost unnatural.

The position she was lying in, flat on her stomach with thighs clamped
together made the insides of Cindi's cunt incredibly tight, giving them
both that added jolt of extra pleasure. For Cindi, as her brother's
cock tugged at her extra tight insides, the glove like grip of her cunt
on his cock ensuring that she felt with great delight every curve,
contour and vein in his stiff cock.

And for Trace, the unyielding tight, softness of her cunt far hotter
and wetter than he could begin to process. He had lost his virginity to
her and fucked her dozens of times since, but this mix of new
sensations was like the first time all over again.

Cindi's perfect white teeth bit down hard into the plush red pillow as
her eyes rolled back, the little blond restraining herself from
screaming as she came violently. All the slow build up, the drugs, it
all led to an insanely powerful orgasm for the young girl. Her eyes
rolled back, her cunt clamping onto her brother's cock, causing him to
groan and thrust harder and harder.

She nearly went into convulsions and blacked out, which was the desired
outcome she had anticipated. She just clung to her pillows, her eyes
shut, her head swimming dizzily as her cunt gushed out over her
brother's roughly thrusting cock and stained the sheets beneath them.

Trace rode her harder and harder, Cindi's toes curling as his thick,
delicious cock tugged at the velvety soft walls of her cunt. More than
once she felt the tip of his thick prick brushing forcefully against
her cervix, the sensation causing her to nearly lose what little
control she had left.

Trace pressed forward, his knees sinking into the bed on either side of
her, really pushing his weight down on her, keeping her pinned to the
bed as he began to fuck her much, much harder. Left to his own devices
he was quickly getting comfortable with taking control, doing whatever
he wanted without prompt.

With the sudden shift Cindi came again, her body shuddering violently
as she arched up against him, driving his cock in to the base as she
bit the pillow, little white spots brilliantly lighting up her vision
behind her tightly clenched eyes.

The intensity of the second orgasm pushed her over the edge, her cunt
gushing a torrent of hot, clear fluid as she squirted - her body
slackening as she lost consciousness and slipped off into the warm
embrace of the darkness.

Cindi didn't open her eyes until the next morning, her bright blue eyes
gazing vacantly at the digital clock beside her bed. She began to move
and felt an immediate soreness between her legs, the result of the
rough pummeling from the previous night.

She noted too that her smooth, sore slit and thighs were both caked
with dried sperm and her own ejaculatory juices. Trace had finished
inside of and from the dried evidence, outside of her little pussy, the
sheets a mess of their cocktail of combine love juices.

Wearily, she swung her legs out of bed, her limbs feeling like they
were weighted with lead as she fished around inside the bottom of her
nightstand, pulling on a simple house coat that would hide her slutty
attire and cum-stained visage.

Briefly, she considered doing a line but then shrugged the minor urge
off. She enjoyed the coke as an enhancement to other things, not just
the drug itself.

Besides, despite her soreness, her need for another warm shot of cum
from her brother's cock already far outweighed her desire for some
simple blow.

Ponderously, Cindi made her way down into the kitchen, only to find the
house empty. She frowned and narrowed her eyes as she glanced around.
The 'family' car was gone; Trace no doubt had taken it and left
somewhere. The thought annoyed her, and while she preferred a nice,
stiff cock, she was more than capable of cumming on her own with just
two fingers.

Cindi's cunt throbbed needily and she sighed, pouring a glass of water
before she glanced out into the garage, seeing her mother's car gone as
well. Her eyes narrowed again and the little blonde stalked back
upstairs to her mother's room where she began rummaging around in the
nightstand. Her search bore the fruit of the large, flesh-like
realistic fucktoy, no doubt her mother's darkest secret that now rested
in her eager little hands.

She held up the hefty little toy and brought it up to her mouth, her
little pink tongue ghosting over her lips before she lashed her tongue
out very slowly, dragging it across the shaft of the toy as she picked
up the taste of her mother's pussy.

A spark of inspiration set her mind ablaze with wicked ideas, her
bright blue eyes narrowing as she gripped the toy tightly in her small
hand. She couldn't put her finger on just what had made it so good, but
her relationship with Trace had taken her to new heights of pleasure.
If she could just incorporate their mother into the equation, she was
sure it would lead somewhere wonderful...

Sarah arrived home a short while before noon and headed up the stairs,
humming softly to herself as she entered her bedroom. The voluptuous,
mature woman stood at the foot of her bed, her small, nymph-like hands
gently unzipping the zipper on the side of her long, black skirt.
Causing it to cascade down to the ground and pool around her ankles.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

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Next she removed her cream colored satin blouse and gently laid it on
the bed, leaving her in nothing but a set of black bra and panties and
a matching pair of thigh highs and garters.

"Isn't that lingerie a bit racy for a housewife?" Came a voice from
across the room and Sarah jumped, startled and then confused as she
seen Cindi, leaning against the door of the walk-in closet.

"Oh, C-Cindi! You startled me, what are you doing popping out on me
like that? You gave me a terrible fright!" Sarah placed a hand on her
chest, nestled between her very large, pale breasts that were held
snuggly by the tight black bra. Her healthy, milky white skin
contrasted beautifully with the dark undergarments.

"You're wound up mommy, I think you need a release." Cindi stated
simply, producing the large dildo from where she had been holding it
behind her back.

"Cindi! W-where did you get that?!" Sarah gasped, her pale cheeks
flushing scarlet.

"Toys like these can be fun." Cindi said, slowly licking the toy from
the balls, all the way up to the tip of the life-like cockhead in one
deliberate, fluid motion.

"Mmm it still tastes like your pussy..." The girl giggled as her mother
gasped, transfixed in horror and confusion at her youngest child.

"As I was saying, toys like these can be fun... But I am going to show
you something much, much better." With that, Cindi slowly stalked
towards her mother, a sinister grin on her lips.

Chapter 4

Trace yawned softly as he stepped out of his car, slowly stretching out
his sore muscles as the large garage door lumbered shut behind him,
leaving him in partial darkness. He walked over to rear of the car and
popped the trunk, reaching in as he pulled out his hockey stick and his
large sports bag which had all of his padding and equipment.

The door leading into the house opened and Cindi skipped over to him.
Almost as soon as he could turn around to see who had opened the door,
she was on him. Her warm mouth pressed against his as she pushed her
warm, soft chest against his. Her small hands reached down, pawing at
his rapidly hardening cock as she sighed softly against his lips.

He was stunned by the suddenness of the act but responded instantly,
his hands finding and squeezing his little sister's deliciously supple
little ass. He was surprised by her attire, she was wearing just a
little black bra and high cut panties with matching thigh high
stockings. Something a bit unusual to wear around the house, especially
if they wanted to avoid being busted by their mother.

"Mmmm I missed you." Cindi purred as she broke the kiss, her hands
resting on her older brother's shoulders.

"I was only gone for a couple hours... And why are you wearing that
around the house?" Trace asked, feeling his now painfully stiff cock
twitch excitedly under the cloth prison of his pants.

"This?" Cindi asked, leaning back slightly, one finger twisting around
in one of her little braided blonde tails as she stuck her chest out,
doing her best to play innocent.

"Yes... that." Trace hissed, his hands moving up to grope her
wonderfully soft breasts, squeezing them firmly as he rolled them
around in his fingers, causing Cindi to moan cutely in response.

"I dressed up like this for you big brother. Don't you like it?" Cindi
asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Oh I like it, I like it a lot." Trace bit his lip, barely overcoming
the urge to throw her against the trunk of the car and fuck her right
then and there. "What about mom? I don't want to get caught."

"Oh don't worry about Mommy, she is taken care of. In fact, we have the
run of the house and I wanted to celebrate by playing a little game."
Cindi said beaming an innocent grin.

"Mmm what kind of game?" Trace asked, still preoccupied with fondling
her soft, perky breasts.

"It's kind of kinky but I promise it will be fun..." Cindi licked her
lips slowly producing a long piece of black satin fabric that had been
hooked into the band of her panties.

"I'm going to put this on you and then tie your hands behind your back.
Then I will bend over the bed and you can fuck me as hard as you
please. No hands though, you just have to use the momentum of your
body. The blindfold will make it wonderful, trust me." Cindi explained,
tilting her head up as she caught his lips in a warm, urgent kiss, her
little pussy already throbbing with excitement.

Trace sighed, nearly out of breath as he again fought back the urge to
pounce on her then and there in the garage. "Alright, let's play."

"Clothes off cowboy." Cindi ordered, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

Trace quickly peeled off his pants and boxers, his rock hard cock
springing up and slapping against his stomach as it was freed from its
cloth prison. He shed his shirt and kicked off his shoes, following his
little sister's lead inside the house and then to the top of the stairs
where she paused and turned back to him.

"Alright, time to start." She said, gently tying the black satin band
over his eyes, instantly obscuring his vision. She then pulled his
hands behind his back and gently bound them together with a second
piece of the long, soft satin.

Trace gasped as he felt her warm mouth wrap around the swollen tip of
his cock, sucking gently at it, her tongue slowly swirling around
against it, causing him to moan out loudly. She worked her mouth slowly
around his cock, taking more and more of his length into her mouth
before pulling it out, leaving it glistening and slick with her saliva.

"Mmm I would say that's about ready to slide into my tight little
cunt." Cindi giggled, gently brushing her fingertips over her brother's
tight, heavy balls. "Let's get into the bedroom, I am going to go crazy
if I don't get a hard dick in me."

With that, Trace felt Cindi's delicate hand close around his cock,
gripping it as she pulled him into the bedroom, leading him by his rock
hard prick before she gently released it. He could hear her shuffling
around on the bed for a few moments before her hand gently gripped him
once more.

She gently pumped her brother's thick, meaty shaft, causing a hiss of
delight to escape his lips. "Alright, let me glide you in and I am just
going to lie here and enjoy it. Fuck me as hard as you want, as long as
you cum, I am happy." With that he felt her plant a warm, wet kiss on
the tip of his cock before he heard the shuffling again.

Trace felt his cock brush firmly up and down against something very
warm and wet, a sigh escaping his lips as he felt the tip of his cock
teasingly push in and out of the entrance of Cindi's tight little cunt.
After a few moments of teasing, she pulled him forward and Trace gasped
loudly as his smooth shaft was swallowed up by the velvety soft, wet
warmth between his sister's legs.

"Mmm fuck it cowboy!" Cindi giggled, the slick, slippery walls wrapping
firmly around Trace's cock.

"So good!" Trace hissed as he rocked his body back and forth. It was
odd not being able to see and touch her, but being unable to grab her
hips as he slammed into her from behind gave him the most incredible
sensations as he thrust into her at angles he wouldn't be able to if he
were grabbing her hips.

His cock plunged deep inside of her, again and again, his hips slapping
into the soft curve of her ass, her warm flesh grating against his as
he breathed hard. He pushed forward again and again, her pussy
incredibly wet, if not wetter than usual as they played the kinky game.
He couldn't help but note just how tightly she flexed her muscles too,
as if she were trying to push him over the edge as quickly as possible.

"It's so good inside of you Cid!" Trace declared, his body on fire with
lust as he awkwardly pushed his body back and forth, trying to fuck her
harder and harder as she bent willingly over the edge of the bed for
him.

"Fuck me big brother! Fuck me with your big dick!" Cindi hissed and
again he sped up.

He savored the warm, sticky juices coating his cock and trickling
gently down onto his tight, heavy balls as he fucked her. Cindi was
just incredible and always knew just how to make him feel so amazing.
He felt his balls tightening, rapidly nearing his limit as he roughly
thrust forward again and again.

"Ahh! I'm almost there!" He gasped, moving faster and faster.

"Tell me when! I want to give you another surprise so say when!" Cindi
gasped breathlessly in reply.

Trace felt a swirling heat in the pit of his stomach, his balls
clenching tighter as his thick cock swelled up inside of her. "N-now!"
He declared suddenly.

He felt a tug on the back of his head as the knot in the blindfold was
tugged loose, the black cloth slipping from over his eyes to present
him with the sight of his mother with her knees on the edge of the bed,
her ass in the air as he was buried balls deep inside of her.

"Look, you're fucking mommy!" Cindi whispered into Trace's ear as she
pressed her small body to his from behind. She was now braless and her
warm breasts pressed against the middle of his back while he could feel
the intense warmth radiating from between her legs pressed against the
back of his thigh.

He was shocked and confused but couldn't stop what was already set in
motion. He came hard; his cock gushing forth a massive torrent of cum
almost violently as it spurted again and again, pumping his thick,
creamy sperm deep into his mother's well-fucked pussy.

"Yess!" Cindi hissed excitedly, keeping her body pressed to Trace's
back as she pushed him forward, his hips still willingly moving on
their own as he continued to grind against his mother's cunt, a
powerful orgasm washing over him from head to toe as he growled out
with delight.

After several long moments, Trace finally gave out and slumped forward,
heaving for breath as he lay across his mother's back, his cock still
buried to the hilt inside of her. He could felt her walls clenching
gently again and again, skillfully coaxing out ever last drop of cum
from his now super sensitive shaft, the sensation of being gently
milked by his mother's cunt was enough to cause him to shudder with
delight.

Trace was breathing hard, his eyes shut as their mother too breathed
hard around the gag in her mouth. Trace opened his eyes slowly and
glanced up, seeing a pair of ropes leading from the headboard down to
their mother's crossed wrists, binding her in place where she bent
forward on her knees and elbows.

"How did it feel, cumming inside of mommy?" Cindi cooed, her small
hands gently brushing over her brother's chest, gently caressing him as
she kept her body pushed up against his.

"Wha-what the hell?" Trace asked, his senses muddled by the extremely
powerful orgasm that still left him numb and tingling. Slowly though,
he came to his senses, seeing his prick buried between the bright pink
folds of his mother's slippery cunt, her plush, round ass pressing
against his hips.

Her cunt was still flexing, and her pale cheeks were flushed as she
breathed hard through the gag pushed between her dark, cherry colored
lips.

"Mommy is a slut and she needed this. All you did was to help her out."
Cindi lashed out, slapping her mother's deliciously plump backside
hard, leaving a bright pink handprint on her pale flesh. "Isn't that
right slut?"

To Cindi's delight, Sarah replied by pushing her hips back against
Trace. She slowly shook her soft, shapely ass from side to side, her
cunt milking her son's still diamond hard cock which caused him to moan
out quite loudly.

Trace was just shocked and at a loss for words. He felt strange, dirty,
yet at the same time, warm, safe and an intense orgasmic high that
tickled his entire body. Before he could open his mouth to protest,
Cindi climbed up onto the bed and sat with her knees up near her
mother's head, bending over the woman as her hands darted out, grabbing
her mother's ass and spreading it wide open.

"She has such a round, soft ass. And she doesn't mind taking cock in
this hole." She said, holding her mother spread open, displaying her
bright pink, glistening asshole to her older brother.

Trace felt his cock jerk as it stiffened up even harder, blood pumping
furiously through the veins of his engorged shaft, making it pulsate
pleasantly inside of Sarah's cum-filled cunt. He looked down at the
pink, visibly throbbing asshole, his heart racing with the thought of
pushing his cock inside of it. As he watched, Cindi grinned and winked
at him, leaning down as she flicked her tongue out, lapping gently at
their mother's tight, pink pucker.

"Trace has never fucked up the ass before, so I guess you are getting a
special treat mommy, you should be thankful." Cindi said, flicking her
tongue out again as it danced circles around her mother's tight, pink
rim.

Trace reluctantly slid his cock out of Sarah's pussy, a small torrent
of the cocktail of their combine juices spilling out and rolling down
her already glistening, puffy pink lips. Cindi leaned forward and
slurped the head of her brother's cock into her mouth, ravenously
bobbing her head up and down as she sucked it deep into her mouth. The
mixture of their juices tasted delicious on her tongue and she eagerly
slurped more and more of him into her mouth to savor the delicious
treat.

Sarah wiggled her hips around, moaning into the gag as she shifted
around on the bed. Cindi pulled her brother's glistening shaft from her
mouth with a loud 'plop' and then reached out, gripping him hard at the
base as she gently rubbed the swelled, purple tip of his throbbing
prick against their mother's unbearably warm asshole.

Trace hissed, watching fascinated as Cindi used the tip of his cock to
tease their mother's backdoor.

Cindi licked her lips and gently pushed the tip of her brother's cock
against their mother's asshole, slowly pushing it forward until the
thick tip was swallowed by her bright pink hole, causing Trace to gasp
in delight. Trace reached out, putting his hands on his mother's waist
as he began quickly pushing back and forth, watching with almost
fevered excitement as his cock slid in and out of his mother's tight
little asshole.

"Slow and steady so you don't hurt her. Once she is warmed up, fuck the
whore as roughly as you'd like." Cindi instructed, spitting on her
brother's cock and then watching as his thick shaft pushed the
lubricant into Sarah's tight asshole.

Sarah's hole stretched wider and wider around Trace's cock, much to his
delight as he watched her flexible, velvety-pink hole swallow him deep
with almost no effort at all. A few slow, exploratory thrusts were all
Trace could tolerate before he began wildly pumping his hips. Quickly
he was balls deep in his mother's ass, his swelled, tight sack slapping
against his mother's slick, cum-dripping cunt as he cried out with
pleasure.

Her pussy had felt wonderful, but her velvety soft asshole was simply
marvelous. Trace marveled, wide eyed as he pounded his mother's plush,
round ass, lost in the sensation of his cock sinking into her slippery,
incredibly hot hole. "This is so much better than a pussy!" Trace
exclaimed breathlessly, roughly fucking Sarah who groaned and moaned
into her gag almost continuously as she was roughly fucked by her son's
big dick.

Cindi narrowed her eyes and growled softly as she spoke. "You better
watch whose pussy you are talking about or you may never get it again."

"S-sorry!" Trace quickly offered, his hips roughly slapping into his
mother's plump, delicious ass, their flesh clapping loudly with each
impact.

"Fine, I'll let it slide... This time." Cindi pouted for a moment and
then leaned forward, slapping their mother hard on the ass as she
tilted her head up and kissed Trace fiercely hard on the lips.

Her little tongue brushed against his lips as she reached up and gently
pinched his nipples, tweaking them back and forth which caused him to
moan loudly as he continued swiftly moving his hips.

Slowly Cindi trailed kisses over his well-muscled, bare chest and up to
his neck, gently trailing up to his ear which she nipped firmly at
before softly whispering. "Cum for me. I want you to cum deep inside of
her now!" Cindi's fingers pinched Trace's nipples a little harder and
he groaned bucking his hips faster and harder.

"Cum now! Cum for me and fill this stupid bitch with your hot cum! Come
on! Squirt your cum into mommy's ass!" Cindi order, pinching his
nipples much, much harder.

"Ahhh!" Trace groaned loudly and Sarah tensed beneath him as Trace's
body shuddered violently, his hips ramming into her ass as he ground
against her; his cock spurting thick torrents of his white cream cum
deep up his mother's ass.

Cindi only giggled as Trace half collapsed over Sarah's backside, his
chest heaving as his thick cock throbbed violently inside of her,
dribbling a constant stream of creamy white cum into her tightly
clenched little hole as he struggled for breath.

"Mmm you're as much of a sodomite as mommy, Trace." Cindi grinned,
kissing her brother gently on the lips. "Don't worry though; you'll get
plenty of time to explore her body... I have a feeling we're going to
get a great deal of use out of our new toy..."

Cindi's lips stretched into a thin, almost evil grin.

Chapter 5

Cindi batted her eyes open and let out a soft yawn as she stretched out
cat-like in her bed. The little blonde sighed and turned to glance at
her nightstand, her smile quickly turning into a scowl. It was already
7am, and by now, Trace had usually already snuck into her bedroom for
wake-up sex.

His sexual desire was so constant and reliable, that she stopped
setting her alarm clock before bed. This was the first time that Trace
had failed to sneak into her room, and she found that she had overslept
a bit.

"He's probably just in the shower..." Cindi mused as she kicked the
covers off of her nearly naked form. She was wearing a simple pink baby
doll t-shirt that was about a size too big. She wasn't wearing panties
now, she had stopped putting them on at night to make it easier for her
always eager, older brother to mount her first thing in the morning.

The bald mound of her tight, teen cunt was already very warm, and more
than a little ready for her brother's cock, but nevertheless, Cindi
opened her thighs and pushed her hands between her legs. She licked her
lips and let out a gentle sigh as she slowly pressed the middle and
index finger of her right hand against her warm little mound and slowly
began to massage it.

I'm going to make my pussy so warm and wet that he'll explode as soon
as he sticks it in me!

Cindi shuddered at the thought of her brother and his big, stiff cock
pumping her full as she rubbed her fingers firmly in a circular motion
against her clit. Her little pink nipples were stiff and pressed
against the soft, cotton fabric of the baby doll as she
enthusiastically rubbed herself.

"Fuck me, big brother!" Cindi gasped softly as he bit her lower lip,
her fingers pressing much, much more firmly into her warm, sensitive
flesh. Her tight, tiny little ass lifted slightly up off of the bed as
she rocked against her fingers, her breaths coming in hot, quick gasps
and pants as she felt a warm surge of heat wash over her body as her
orgasm quickly approached.

Cindi let out a hiss as she stopped moving her fingers, her body
shuddering as her head swam dizzily with pleasure. She was right on the
edge of cumming, all she needed now was Trace to spear her nice and
hard and she would have the blissful release of her pent up desire.

Licking her lips slowly, Cindi turned and faced the alarm clock on her
nightstand, and frowned. She had been playing with herself for nearly
15 minutes, and she was cutting it awfully close to being late for
school if she was kept waiting much longer.

With an irritated sigh, Cindi swung her legs out of bed and rose,
tugging down the hem of the pink baby doll as she walked over to her
bedroom door and cracked it open, poking her head out into the hallway.
She perked a brow at the sight of Trace's open bedroom door, but seen
that he was not in bed, and the adjacent bathroom door was open, the
bathroom empty as well.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 6 of 9 page(s) (21475 characters)

"Mother fucker." Cindi sighed, her little teen cunt impatiently
tingling for the release that was so near. She entertained the thought
of going back into the room and finishing herself off with two fingers,
but quickly discarded the thought as she headed for the stairs leading
down into the living room.

Padding silently down the steps, Cindi rounded the bottom of the
stairs, turning away from the empty living room and into the kitchen.
Her dark blue eyes widened as she gasped. "Mother fucker!"

Cindi's jaw hung open as if she were about to speak, but simply
couldn't muster the ability as she was faced with the sight of her nude
mother, bent over a partially set table and moaning quite loudly as
Trace fucked her from behind.

Cindi could hear, as well as smell the sausage still sizzling in the
unattended pan on the stove as her mother cried out in pleasure. Her
mother's simple, sky blue bathrobe was pooled at the floor between the
woman's feet which were wide apart. Her hands clutched the edge of the
table as she constantly moaned like a whore in a heat, the dishes
rattling as the table shook under the impact of each thrust.

Trace was wearing just a black t-shirt, the one he always slept in, and
he was wearing the most perverted expression of pure ecstasy on his
face as he roughly pounded his mother's thick, pale ass.

He held his moaning mother from behind, his hands on waist as he drove
his hips into her with an almost animalistic aggression, her soft flesh
rippling under the impacts of his body slamming into hers.

Sarah moaned as her son spread open her ass, Trace hissing and panting
each breath as he watched his thick, glistening cock slide effortlessly
back and forth inside of his mother's bright, pink little asshole. He
gasped as he watched, marveling how it stretched so wide to allow his
cock to slide in, yet remained nice and tight as he fucked her.

"Your ass is incredible!" Trace gasped as he speared his cock deep into
Sarah's tight, incredibly soft ass. The flesh jiggled ever so slightly
as he wildly drove into her again and again.

"More! Fuck mommy more!" Sarah gasped, her mouth hung open as she
moaned continually as she was fucked hard by Trace. It was her first
cock in years, and she had only penetrated her ass using a toy, before
Trace had taken her ass cherry the night before at Cindi's urging. And
it felt simply amazing.

Cindi felt a jolt of pain in the center of her chest, a pain that gave
way to the heavy feeling of betrayal as he watched Trace fuck their
mother so enthusiastically. Despite this, she bit her lip, one hand
idly clutching her left breast and softly kneading it as the other hand
pushed beneath the hem of the short, pink baby doll as she pushed two
fingers knuckle-deep inside of herself.

Their bodies slapped audibly together, Trace groaned almost
continuously in pure ecstasy, sweat dripping from his forehead onto his
mother's back as he watched her pink, velvety hole swallow his cock
down to the base.

Her cheeks flushing pink, Cindi stifled a moan as she rapidly rubbed
her thumb back and forth and over her tingling, throbbing clit as her
middle finger slid knuckle-deep into her slick, pink depths. Her hand
tightened around her soft, supple breast, her fingers enthusiastically
kneading it like a ball of soft, delicate dough.

A hot gasp escaped her lips as she instinctively pushed her hips out,
grinding against her own hand as she slumped against the doorway,
masturbating furiously as she watched Trace fuck their mother. Cindi's
fingers dug into her soft breast, clutching it tightly as he satiny,
pink little cunt began to quiver and tense.

Her little pink-painted toes curled tightly, her mouth hung open in a
silent cry as she came, her body shuddering as it was drown with
pleasure, her head and senses dulled by the warm haze of her intense
orgasm.

The sound and the speed of the couple fucking bent over the table
increased, Trace gritting his teeth as he groaned, Sarah practically
panting like a bitch in heat as she was fucked by her son - the two
quickly working their way up towards an intense, mutual orgasm.

Sarah's plush, red lips parted and let out a sound closer to a squeal
than an actual moan as she gripped the edge of the table, her slippery,
pink asshole clamping around Trace's cock as he thrust relentlessly
into her.

Trace announced his orgasm with a throated grunt as he buried his cock
balls-deep inside of his mother's soft, invitingly deep ass. He
half-bent over her, his hands squeezing her hips, his fingers digging
into her soft flesh so hard it was sure to leave bruises as he came
hard inside of her.

His mother cooed like a docile little teenaged whore as Trace's thick
cock powerfully spurted its thick, creamy load into her ass, filling it
up to the brim.

Cindi's eyes narrowed into a pair of little slits as she glared at the
oblivious pair as she carefully pushed herself off of the doorframe and
disappeared back into the hallway.

"Stupid cunt." Cindi hissed under her breath as she headed back to her
room to change.

***

As the day went on, Cindi's mood hadn't improved in the slightest. She
had sent an irritated text to Mara who pulled Cindi from her 5th period
class, under the pretense that Cindi was needed to perform student
council duties.

It was a common enough situation that it didn't raise any questions,
and Mara was a student advisor in the ASB so pulling her from class
wouldn't cause anyone to raise a brow. 5th period was also the period
right before senior lunch, so it gave the pair roughly two hours of
freedom to do whatever they wanted.

"No surprise there, anal sex does feel really good after all." Mara
commented, after Cindi had briefly explained her brother's new found
butt lust.

The pair was sequestered in an empty classroom in the corner of the
third floor, the door was locked, not that it mattered as they were
virtually alone together.

Cindi was wearing her school's uniform, and the little white pleated
skirt rode up over the supple curve of the little blonde's tight butt,
giving her teacher an unobstructed view of the nearly transparent, baby
blue panties that the girl was wearing as she pinched a nostril shut
and quickly snorted a line of coke from the surface of the table.

Mara licked her lips as Cindi tossed her head back, snorting sharply
once more as she felt the potent drug trickling down the back of her
throat - the taste was bitter, but sensation nothing short of exquisite
for the young girl.

"Well you know, there really is only one solution..." Mara purred, her
left hand moving out as she brushed it against Cindi's thigh, giving it
a soft squeeze.

Cindi's body immediately responded as she began to fidget and squirm,
lightly biting her lower lip as she felt Mara's hand move high up her
inner thigh. "What would that be?"

"Fire with fire, so to speak. You want Trace to have eyes for only you,
then you need to give up your cute, tight little butt." A predatory
grin stretched over Mara's lips as she moved her hands up over Cindi's
tight, panty covered little ass, giving it a soft, two-handed squeeze.

"You're so young, soft, and tight. Once you open your tight little hole
up a bit, your mother will be no competition for you, and Trace will be
eating out of the palm of your hand."

"I don't know anything about anal though, I've never tried it." Cindi
frowned, sighing softly as she pushed back against Mara's groping
hands.

"Oh I suppose I could teach you, for a price." Mara grinned.

"Price?" Cindi asked, perking a narrow, blonde brow.

"There is a little party this weekend, a very grown up party if you
catch my meaning. I think it would be wonderful if you showed up with
Trace... For now though, bend over the desk, little kitten."

Cindi mulled it over for a moment and silently complied, licking her
soft, pink lips as she leaned over the desk, pushing her narrow hips up
into the air for Mara.

"Mmm, good kitty." Mara purred as she pushed Cindi's little white skirt
up, hooking her fingers into the bands of Cindi's baby blue panties
before peeling them down to the girl's knees.

Mara licked her lips at the tight of Cindi's completely smooth,
hairless little mound, her light pink slit already glistening with
excitement and radiating her delicious heat.

"Now, just try to relax." Mara instructed as she spread open Cindi's
soft, pale cheeks, exposing tight, puckered ring of the young girl's
sweet, virgin hole. Lending no time to foreplay, Mara pushed her face
into the girl's ass, her tongue rapidly lapping up and down Cindi's
tasty little ass.

"Ahhh!" Cindi gasped, clutching the edge of the desk as Mara gripped
the backs of her thighs, holding her still as she enthusiastically
rimmed Cindi's tight little ass.

Her delicate, pink hole was incredibly sensitive, Cindi cooed and
squirmed almost constantly under the oral attention, and Cindi had to
bite the sleeve of her uniform coat to keep from crying out with sheer
delight. Mara's tongue swirled around and around Cindi's tight pink
hole, pushing firmly against it as she skillfully lapped her tongue
against it.

"Jesus!" Cindi hissed as she felt the tip of Mara's tongue dig into her
puckered, pink opening.

Mara licked her lips as she pulled back and spread Cindi open, spitting
into the blonde's little fuck hole as she grinned. "Now the key is my
dear..." Mara said as she ran the tip of her finger up and down against
Cindi's asshole, watching the tiny pink hole wink excitedly in
response.

"Don't hold your breath, take a deep breath and slowly breathe out as
you are being penetrated and it will slide right in." Mara said as she
suddenly pushed the tip of her middle finger into Cindi's well lubed
little hole.

"Ahhh damnit!" Cindi gasped again, her vibrant blue eyes widening as
Mara slipped her finger, knuckle-deep into her warm, well-prepared
hole. "It feels weird... Good, but weird!"

Cindi squirmed around as Mara twisted her finger around, pushing it
slowly in and out as her velvety soft, pink insides clung to the digit,
squeezing it, pulling it in deeper.

"Mmm, you're responding nicely... I'm going to put something bigger
inside of you. If you stay plugged for a day or two and keep toying
yourself, you'll be taking cock in no time at all."

With that, Cindi felt something warm and wet grinding against her
asshole, slowly, Mara pushed the tip of a slender, black latex butt
plug into Cindi's ass.

"Ahh! Its stretching me!" Cindi wiggled her hips as Mara pushed the toy
forward, pausing only to give Cindi's ass a sharp slap.

"Hold still or you'll tear!" Mara scolded her. "Now take a deep breath,
and exhale like I told you to do." Mara didn't wait for Cindi and
slowly began pushing the toy back into the teen girl's tight, white
ass.

Cindi bit her lip, and exhaled sharply as the narrow tip of the toy
slid slowly into her. The narrow tip gave way to the broader middle of
the toy which stretched out her little pink ring as it quested deeper
and deeper inside of her.

"One more deep breath." Mara urged as she pushed her palm against the
flat end of the little black butt plug and slowly pushed it inside.
Cindi hissed and let out a soft squeal through her clenched teeth as
her little pink hole swallowed what remained of the plug, her tight
pink little hole closing around the thin, tapered shaft.

The flat base of the plug rested flush against her supple white ass,
and the little blonde squirmed around as her insides adjusted to being
filling by the soft, latex toy.

Just then, the warning bell for the end of the lunch period sounded,
and Mara grinned devilishly at Cindi as she quickly pulled the girl's
panties up over her plugged ass. "Get used to it. Wear it until you get
home, then pull it out and relube if you must. I trust you'll know when
you're ready to give up your ass cherry. In the meantime, relax, and
get to class."

"Thanks." Cindi said, her cheeks slightly pink as she adjusted her
skirt and picked up her bag before walking out of the room, awkwardly
shifting from side to side as she tried to get use to the feeling of
the plug inside of her.

Cindi made her way to her next class, and was barely in her seat before
Mara entered the room and moved to the small podium in front of the
blackboard.

"Miss Redding had something come up, so I will be subbing for you all
this period."

Mara turned and picked up a black marker, writing the words Ms.
Kusanagi across the top of the board. With her back turned to the
class, she grinned mischievously, her composure returning before she
turned to face the class.

"Today, we will discuss Doctor Pavlov's research on the concept he
called conditional reflex. Please open your textbooks to page 37 and
follow along as I read."

Cindi opened her book up, but found that she could hardly sit still -
each time she shifted or squirmed, even in the slightest, the little
plug moved around inside of her, stimulating her sensitive ass with the
most intense sensations she had ever felt.

Her hairless little cunt was on fire, and she found it a test of her
willpower not to reach down and dip a finger deep into her dripping
honey pot during class.

She tuned out the sound of the lecture, and most of the students had
their noses buried in books, following along with Mara as she read out
loud for them. This emboldened Cindi to ever so slightly move her hips
up and down, the movements shifting her up and down on the little black
toy as she absentmindedly bit her lip and stared off into space.

After several minutes, Cindi realized that just idly shifting around
and fucking herself with the toy would be more than enough to give her
an orgasm, right there in the middle of class. Over and over again,
Cindi would grind against her chair, the plug moving back and forth
inside of her until she was on the very verge of having an orgasm, then
she would suddenly stop and wait a minute or to calm down before she
resumed grinding once more.

Her body pleasantly tingling, Cindi exhaled slowly as Mara continued
the lecture, her pussy was throbbing urgently beneath the damn cloth of
her little blue panties, and for a moment she considered ending the
intense session of edging, but gave into her lust and decided to see
just how long she could make it last.

Mara continued to read from the book, her gaze rolling over Cindi for a
moment as she reached under the podium for a small, simple, remote
control that could easily fit in the palm of her hand. It had a simple
on/off switch and a dial that controlled the intensity.

The teacher grinned to herself, her eyes locked on Cindi as she flipped
the power on and pushed the dial up to its maximum setting and Cindi
suddenly sat bolt upright, as if an electrical current suddenly jolted
through her body as the plug began to vibrate with an almost unbearable
intensity deep inside of her ass.

Cindi's ass clenched instinctively around the slender plug as it
vibrated almost violently inside of her tight, young ass. She gripped
the sides of her desk as she barely stifled a moan, all of her
concentration suddenly focused on trying not to have a shrieking,
powerful orgasm right in the middle of class.

Sweat formed at Cindi's little blonde brow as she bit her lip, her
cheeks turning pink under the strain of the toy vibrating wildly inside
of her, making her head loll around as she nearly gave into the desire
to cum.

After a minute or two of the torture, Mara was satisfied. She set her
book down on the podium and glanced down at Cindi. "Oh my, Ms. Larsen.
You look a bit flushed. I hear there is a stomach bug going around, you
may have a fever."

Mara quickly scanned the classroom, her gaze setting on a very large,
dumb looking boy in a letterman jacket, one of the school's football
players, Chad.

"Chad, would you be a dear and escort Cindi up to the nurse's office
for me?"

The heavyset boy with dark brown hair nodded and stood, lumbering over
towards Cindi who stood on shaky knees and tried her very best to
remain composed as she shot the class a smile and picked up her bag. "I
guess I just have the sniffles."

She headed for the door, the big, dumb football player just behind her
as Mara glanced towards Chad. "Take good care of her, Chad." Grinned
Mara.

The pair slowly walked through the silent, deserted halls together as
sweat beaded on the young blonde's forehead, worsening as her almost
unbearable desire to cum threatened to overcome her.

Questionable lifestyle choices aside, Cindi was never one for brash,
stupid action.

Why gamble when you could spend a few extra moments plotting, weighing
your options and creating a sure thing?

This however, was to be one of the rare exceptions to her otherwise
well thought out and guarded behavior. Cindi spotted the pink placard
that marked the girl's bathroom, and she quickly glanced around, and
seeing no one else, she grabbed Chad by the sleeve and pulled him
towards it.

"Quickly, in here." She hissed quietly, tugging the hapless jock into
the bathroom with her.

Cindi spared a cursory glance to see if they were alone, before she
dropped her bag and jumped up to sit on the edge of the sink. She
pulled one foot up to rest flat on the counter as she lifted up her
skirt, revealing her transparent, baby blue panties and the large damp
spot formed in the front of them.

Chad's eyes went huge at the sight, and Cindi sighed heavily as she
tugged her panties to the side, giving the boy a view of her slick
little bald cunt. Her fingers moved down and made little bunny ears as
she spread open her slit, revealing her satiny pink depths.

"Come on, don't you want to fuck me?" Cindi asked bluntly, her tongue
moving out to wet her lips as she absentmindedly pushed her hips out,
the plug still humming away inside of her tightly clenched little ass.

Needing no further enticement, the football player had his pants down
in a moment, his cock was short, but very thick and stubby, not unlike
the plug that was stretching out her ass.

The jock tugged his raging hard cock from his boxers and was on top of
the little blonde in an instant. His weight pushed down on her, pinning
her to the sink counter as he crudely, but effectively stuffed his cock
into her tight, slippery cunt.

Cindi's teeth clamped down on the leather of Chad's jacket as she tried
to keep from crying out as the jock crudely pumped his hips, driving
his cock in and out of her as she gripped the sleeves of his jacket,
trying to hold on as he roughly rode her.

She could hear the wet, audible squishing of her cunt being pumped by
the thick, stubby cock, her little pink insides stretching around the
thick cock as it plunged balls deep into her again and again.

"Harder!" Cindi demanded through clenched teeth as she whorishly bucked
her hips up into the throbbing, stiff jock cock.

The jock complied, really throwing his back and considerable weight
into the effort of fucking her little teen cunt nice and hard. Her
soft, pink labia clung to the shaft of the thick cock, stretching
slightly outward with every rough back and forth movement that drove
his cock down to the base inside of her again and again.

Cindi dug her heels into the small of Chad's back, pulling him harder
and harder into her as she moaned loudly into the leather folds of his
jacket. Her little cunt gushed with moisture as her body shuddered
violently, almost convulsing as she came from the combine assault of
being penetrated in both holes at once.

The moment her incredibly intense orgasm had ripped through her tight,
young body, the powerful vibrations from the butt plug had inexplicably
ceased.

Her legs weakly slipped down and off of the jock's back as she panted
hard for breath, her knuckles white under the strain of gripping his
jacket as he grunted loudly and continued to fuck her.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

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"Off!" Cindi gasped, pushing her palms against his chest as she urged
the panting, sweaty boy reluctantly off of her.

Her cheeks and chest flushed pink, Cindi barely managed to set her feet
on the ground, her knees feeling wobbly as she leaned back against the
sink for support. She looked down at the twisted up panties that were
damp with her sticky cunt honey, likewise her thighs were glistening
with sweat and splattered juices, her cunt itself visibly twitching in
the aftermath of her orgasm.

"What about me?" Chad asked suddenly, cutting through the haze of
Cindi's orgasmic high.

She didn't think for a moment that the incredibly intense orgasm was a
result of the overbearing jock, but rather the jealousy, sexual tension
and the tongue Mara had slipped into her ass before slipping the plug
in. It was a dumb move, but she knew that boys talked, but that no one
would ever believe him if he uttered a word of it.

"Ugh, fine." Cindi grumbled a she dipped a hand between her legs. She
rubbed her dripping, throbbing cunt, smearing it with her sticky nectar
before she reached out and wrapped her delicate little fingers around
the jock's hard, pulsating cock.

"Ahhh fuck yes!" Chad gasped suddenly as Cindi's skilled little digits
went to work on him.

The all natural lube on her hand and on his cock made the contact nice
and slippery, and her hand slid easily up and down his stubby cock, her
soft fingers brushing the underside of his cock as she pushed the top
of the thick, purple head and shaft against her palm.

"Mmm you like that huh?" Cindi asked, her voice an intentionally
seductive purr as she reached out with her free hand, grabbing Chad by
the wrist and bringing his hand up to rest on her left breast.

He squeezed it immediately and began eagerly pawing at her soft chest
as she stroked him nice and fast. Cindi beamed brightly up at him, as
if it were the biggest, most awesome cock she had ever laid eyes on.

Of course, inwardly she was rolling her eyes; she just wanted this
loser to cum so she could go up to the nurse's office for a quick nap
and then back to her daily routine.

"Come on baby, come on." Cindi purred, parting her legs slightly so he
could plainly see the glistening mound of her little bald pussy. He
gasped at the sight, his cock noticeably stiffening in her hand as she
squeezed it a little tighter and moved her hand even faster.

His fingers suddenly clutched her breast painfully tight as he groaned,
his hips pumping forward as he thrust into her hand, precum dribbling
from the tip of his cock as Cindi stroked him faster and faster,
feeling him throb and swell, threatening to blow.

Finally he came, his balls clenching tightly as his cock violently
spurted cum from the tip. Thick, sticky ropes of cum blasted from the
tip of his cock and onto the edge of the counter and sink, the jock
groaning loudly as he rocked his hips forward, spurting again and again
before his body relaxed, leaving a slimy trickle of thick white cum
smeared across Cindi's fingers.

"Hmmp. Good for you." Cindi said, sounding rather bored as she flipped
on the water and began washing her hands. "Just go back to class and
say you brought me up to the office." Cindi instructed dismissively as
she washed her hand, the dazed jock nodding absentmindedly as she
fumbled to pull his pants up and walk out the door.

Cindi leaned forward on the counter, her vision blurring slightly as
she watched the water swirling around the drain in the pristine, white
porcelain sink. She tilted her head slightly, noticing that the grate
around the drain was a bit tarnished and flecked with rust.

The contrast blemished the look of the pristine porcelain and made a
fiery coal of anger suddenly spark in the pit of the girl's stomach.
Before she had even realized what had happened, she was staring at
blood trickling down to the back of her hand, the mirror in front of
her shattered into dozens of sharp, gleaming pieces.

"Huh." Cindi remarked emotionlessly as she watched her blood trickle
down into the sink, only to be washed away by the running water.

Chapter 6

The week had passed by rather uneventfully for Cindi. She had been
cleaning, lubing and then plugging her ass with the little black plug
every morning and every evening, and found that each time; her asshole
relaxed and accepted the plug more easily, though she remained nice and
tight.

Twice that week she had gotten sex from Trace, in a sense. Twice she
had snuck into his room before dawn and woke him up with her warm lips
wrapped firmly around his fat cock, and twice she had eaten his thick,
delicious load while he groaned and withered on the bed.

But still, Trace largely ignored her, and more than once he had found
Trace fucking Sarah in the ass, again in the kitchen, once in the
shower, and twice in the living room on the couch, with no regard
whatsoever for the possibility that they might be caught.

It irritated Cindi that they could ignore her right that, after all she
had done for them too! She had helped her mother understand that she
was nothing but a cock-craving, cunt-eating whore and liberated her,
and likewise, Trace had been a virgin before she peeled the shrink wrap
off of his cock and taught him how to use it.

Oh well, soon, soon Sarah would be put in her place and she would show
her big brother just how incredible her tight little body was, and all
the magical things it could do for him.

Cindi had never felt something quite as intense as the plug stretching
out her ass, and more than once she had passed an evening or morning
before school slowly pushing the plug back and forth to toe-curling
orgasm after orgasm that left her shivering and gasping for breath.

It was just a little toy made out of silicone and latex, she knew that
if something so small and menial could make her cum like that, then a
cock was likely was to make her head explode, she looked forward to
that.

Cindi sat in the mostly empty bleachers around the hockey rink at Skate
or Die as Trace and his friends played a casual game of roller hockey.
She had come with him, and it gave her a chance to corner him alone and
give his cock a nice, thorough draining before the party, which was to
be held later that night.

She had already informed the others of the get-together, and Sarah and
Trace would both be going, though they had no idea what was in store
for them, especially if Cindi had her way.

Bored, Cindi picked up her cell phone and idly flipped through some
messages, her gaze only wandering up from time to time to check on the
progress of the game. After half an hour or so, Cindi glanced up and
seen a sight that was a familiar as it was unwelcome - Gwen Johnson,
clad in a simple, baby blue t-shirt and simple black, pleated skirt was
leaning against the railing below her, watching Trace skate.

Cindi's eyes narrowed at the sight of the little redheaded bitch, and
she snapped her phone shut before shoving it into her purse. Very
casually, Cindi rose and walked with an almost elegant stride over
towards Gwen and leaned against the railing beside her.

"Oh... Hello!" Gwen smiled, giving Cindi the warm greeting.

Her good girl demeanor sickened Cindi; there was no way a squeaky clean
little bitch like Gwen could ever get Trace. But still, Cindi smiled
back.

"Watching Trace again huh?" Cindi asked, her tone almost sugar-sweet.

Gwen immediately blushed at the comment and reached up to tuck back a
strand of her short, bright red hair. "W-well I was umm..."

"It's alright. I'm Cindi by the way, I think we're in the same year..."
Cindi said, smiling at the girl, though inwardly she was trying to
restrain herself from taking a straight razor to the girl's cheery
little face.

"Gwen, nice to meet you!" Gwen smiled sincerely, but a little bit shyly
as she spoke. "You're Trace's little sister aren't you? I was
wondering, is he, maybe, seeing anyone?" Gwen asked shyly, immediately
biting her lip after she had asked the question.

Cindi licked her lips slyly, her little blue eyes darting around for a
moment. The rink was mostly empty, and early in the day the place was
usually dead, mainly just the athletes were there for practice, and it
was later in the evenings when the place would be packed, so as it
stood, things were pretty dead.

"You know, maybe we could talk about this in a more discreet setting, I
was just about to head up to the ladies room." Cindi said, gently
titling her head and gesturing for Gwen to follow as she walked down
the stairs that led up to the bleachers, and off towards the bathroom.

The small, surprisingly clean little bathroom was empty as Cindi had
expected, and the little blonde narrowed her eyes at Gwen who walked
over to the mirror and quickly checked her carefully applied makeup.
Cindi snapped the deadbolt shut and then slowly walked over to the
counter beside Gwen, her hand stuck in her purse as she glared at the
little redhead with an intense hatred.

Her hand suddenly emerged with a small, rectangular compact and Cindi
set it on the counter, glancing up to Gwen. "You know... It takes a
very special kind of girl to be with my big brother." Cindi said,
inwardly she was burning with rage and just wanted to open the girl's
throat, the hot blood splashing down her arms and chest would signal
her victory over the little brother-snatching bitch, but Cindi was able
to calm herself, knowing that patience would lead to a much more
complete victory.

"I really like your brother, Cindi, he's just... He's so handsome, and
he's a really nice guy, and the way he plays hockey is just so cool.
Your brother is really swell, I wouldn't do anything bad to him." Gwen
said with an almost dreamy, but hopeful expression on her features.

It was obvious that Cindi's opinion of her mattered, as did her
blessing, and Cindi realized this, smiling as it made her plan all that
more likely to succeed. Cindi flipped open the rectangular compact that
was devoid of makeup or a pad, just an empty case she had purchased for
the generous sized mirror, perfect for her little habit.

"What are you doing?" Gwen asked softly, confused as Cindi produced a
small plastic bag containing a fine white powder and carefully dashed
some of it out onto the mirror.

"I'm doing some cocaine." Cindi said, wearing a perfect expression of
mock astonishment. "You mean, you don't do it?"

Gwen seemed flustered and a little bit nervous and quickly shook her
head. "N-no, never!"

"Well that's too bad, Trace and I do it together all of the time." She
said, gently tapping the tiny mound of powder into a sharp, fine line
on the surface of the mirror.

"Trace does it?" Gwen asked, clearly surprised.

"Mmm hmm. He loves doing it, especially after a nice, long game like
the one he is playing. I mean, if you don't do coke, I don't think he
would be interested in you. I mean, what kind of girlfriend would you
be if you didn't like doing the things he liked?"

Cindi tilted her head down and pinched one nostril shut, very quickly
snorting the meager line she had made on the mirror, before tossing her
head back and snorting again, making sure that her nostril was clear.

"I-I ah, I don't know..." Gwen said, biting her lip as she anxiously
clasped her hands in front of herself and fidgeted around.

"Look, I have some more if you want some... It won't hurt you, I do it
all the time, so does Trace. You can try just a tiny bit to see if you
like it. Who knows, maybe you will, and then you and Trace will have
that much more in common, I mean, I could just tell him you're cool and
that would probably be enough..." Cindi licked her lips and smiled.

Gwen glanced around, very clearly agitated and torn as she listened to
Cindi, but slowly the redhead nodded a timid 'yes' as Cindi poured
herself another small line.

"Go check and make sure I locked the door, it'll be fun, don't worry."
Cindi said with a reassuring smile and a quick wink.

Gwen turned for a moment to go around the partition to make sure the
door was locked, and Cindi quickly put the bag of coke back into her
bag, pulling out a second bag while the redhead had her back turned.

"It's locked." Gwen said nervously as Cindi poured out a thick, white
line that was a little bit of cocaine, mixed with a few other, very
powerful things.

"Come here." Cindi said softly, holding her arm out for Gwen, and as
the girl stepped forward, Cindi gently put her hand on the back of the
girl's neck, fighting the urge to wring the life out of her as she
instead bent forward over the counter with Gwen.

"Watch me. Just pinch your nose and suck hard, it doesn't take much,
but you want it to reach the back of your nose to drip down into your
throat." Cindi leaned forward and quickly snorted up the line before
tossing her heard back, breathing in sharply once more.

"Then you suck in a nice breath through your nose with your head back,
to make sure it goes down. Now you try." Cindi said, pushing the little
mirror over to the girl. "It'll be okay, I promise." Cindi said with a
broad grin.

"If-if you're sure..." Gwen bit her lip timidly and at Cindi's urging
she leaned down and clumsily, but successfully inhaled the neatly
formed line of the drug cocktail. She immediately tossed her head back
and winced, her fingers moving up to pinch her nose as her face
contorted.

"Ow! It burns!" Gwen hissed, quickly snorting several times in an
attempt to get rid of the intense burning sensation that flooded her
nasal cavity.

"Just give it a minute..." Cindi licked her lips, her eyes sharply
narrowed at Gwen who blinked rapidly for a moment before she swayed
slightly, her hands moving out to the counter to support herself.

"I feel dizzy..." Gwen said, her voice almost a whisper as she slowly
craned her neck around, blinking again as she stared at herself in the
mirror. Cindi could see through the soft fabric of Gwen's shirt the
small bulges of her stiff little nipples as she reached up, placing a
hand to her head. "...and I feel really...hot..." Gwen announced, her
words slow, her tone quiet as if she were in a daze.

Cindi smiled grimly at the girl and helped her sit on the floor before
she stepped away, producing her small, pink cell phone which she
quickly flipped open before hitting the speed dial.

"Are you busy?" She asked simply, turning to stare at Gwen who sat on
the floor, her pupils large as she slumped against the wall, staring
blankly up at the ceiling with a stupefied expression on her features.
"I found you a party favor, all you have to do is come pick her up."

***

Trace had finished up his game and loaded his gear into the trunk of
the car before Cindi climbed in. She slid into the front passenger's
seat and quickly leaned over, pecking Trace on the cheek, her hand
dropping down between his legs to firmly squeeze his semi-hard cock.

"Ah!" He gasped. "What are you doing Cindi? There are people around..."

Cindi merely grinned, her hand very gently moving up and down in his
lap, her soft hand quickly bringing him up to full hardness. She leaned
up, her warm breath tickling his neck as she whispered into his ear.

"Tonight I have a BIG surprise for you. I'll give it to you at the
party, so now just be a good little boy and wait..." Cindi winked at
Trace and then pecked him softly on the jawline before sinking back
down into her seat.

As they drove home, Cindi couldn't help but admire Trace's raging
erection budging up between his legs as she very gently wiggled around
in her seat, savoring the feel of the little plug grinding around
inside of her ass...

***

Just after the sun had set, the doorbell rang, and Mara pulled open the
front door of her home to reveal the trio of Trace, Cindi and of course
their Mother Sarah. The sounds of people groaning mingled with the
sounds of scattered conversation and music playing off in the distance.

Mara was decked out in a slutty version of a super heroine costume that
consisted of a skimpy blue thong that was spangled with white stars.
She was wearing a red spandex halter top that barely covered her small,
perky breasts and was trimmed with gold at the top. With it she wore a
braided lasso at her left hip and pair of thick, golden bracelets, all
topped off with a golden tiara at the top of her head, her long, black
hair worn down, flowing around her shoulders.

Looking her up and down once, Cindi couldn't help but grin. The costume
was slutty and didn't leave much to the imagination, but she
appreciated tactical way that Mara had picked her costume. It
highlighted her very toned, fit figure, the flat expanse of her hard,
slightly muscular stomach and thighs not only beautiful, but something
you couldn't get out of a costume box.

The trio shuffled in, each was wearing a simple rain slicker despite
the fact that it was the middle of June, they were after all, wearing
next to nothing at all underneath.

"Well, well. Look at what we have here." Mara quickly licked her
glossy, pink-painted lips and grinned, flashing her perfect white teeth
as she looked the trio over.

Despite the coats, it was obvious what Sarah's costume was. She was
wearing what very obviously was a black and white nun's hood, a black
satin blindfold creeping down out of the white headband to completely
cover her eyes; a bright pink, perforated ball gag was in her mouth
with a little bit of drool glistening at the corners of her supple
lips.

Cindi stripped the woman down to reveal that she was wearing a simple,
black leather strap-harness that fit her like a kinky, almost
non-existent one piece bathing suit. Her milk-white, supple flesh stood
out against the smooth, black leather straps that dug into her skin,
her puffy, pink nipples standing erect now that were exposed.

Her thighs were smeared with moisture, a pair of straps on either side
of her smooth, hairless cunt pushed her vaginal flesh towards the
middle, making it look thick and puffy as the delicate flesh was
squeezed together.

Nimbly, Cindi slipped the coat off of Trace who resisted for a moment
before letting her take it. He was wearing a simple black leather vest
that was just small enough that it wouldn't close, so it remained
unbuttoned, showing off the firm ridges of his muscular chest and
stomach, his torso hairless and as smooth as it was muscular.

With it he wore a pair of black chaps and a simple piece of black cloth
that bugled from being stuffed with his large cock and full, heavy
balls. It tied shut with a simple pair of strings; one quick tug would
have his luscious cock freed of the cloth prison and ready for action.
To top it off, Cindi produced a black cowboy hat and planted it on top
of his head.

Mara licked her lips, her eyes lingering on Trace for several very long
moments before they moved up to focus on her young protégé.

Cindi shimmied out of her coat and let it fall down to the floor, the
large garment pooling at her feet. The young blonde girl was wearing an
elaborate choker and neckpiece intricately crafted from polished
turquoise and deer horn. With it she wore a very simple, incredibly
skimpy ensemble that consisted of a barely-there leather bikini top
that was lined with fringe decorated with an assortment of colorful
beads and the occasional small feather.

With it she wore something somewhat resembling a skirt, it was cut with
a sharp V-shape in the front, leaving her young, bald pussy and stomach
exposed as well as the expanse of her smooth, glistening thighs. The
outfit was complete with a pair of knee-high leather boots that were
also trimmed with beaded fringe and a simple headband containing a
single feather which Cindi put on the top of her head, her hair pulled
back into a simple ponytail.

"Well what good is a cowboy without a little Indian to fuck?" Mara
grinned slightly.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

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"My thoughts exactly." Cindi grinned wrapping both of her arms around
Trace's left arm as she leaned up to plant a kiss on the corner of his
mouth, her perky teen tits straining against the leather top almost as
if they would pop out under the strain.

Mara beckoned Cindi over with the curl of her finger and the young girl
sauntered over to her teacher, her hips swaying slightly. The little
skirt was cut high in the back, most of her ass was exposed when she
was standing upright, only a sensual curtain of beaded leather trying
to veil her features, and failing.

"I'll take Trace and show him around. Take your cumbucket to the party
room and let them have her. Oh and Cindi." Mara paused and gently
brushed the side of her nose with the tip of her finger. "There are
favors in the kitchen, drop the whore off and then go enjoy yourself a
bit, won't you?"

Cindi licked her lips at the thought of it, Mara always had excellent
drugs of all kinds and the very high quality of them always astonished
Cindi. Mara's stash was just in a whole other league from the shit
Cindi sucked black dick for.

Yes, there would have to be a change in policy. Thought Cindi. She
could get her dick from Trace and her drugs from Mara; all was right in
the world.

As Mara led Trace off by the arm, Cindi reached out and pinched the
bright pink tip of her mother's nipple very roughly, so much so that
the woman squirmed and moaned against her gag.

"Come on you worthless bitch, we have a very special place for things
like you." Cindi said, her tone laced with acid as she grabbed the
straps on the front of her mother's harness and led her blindfolded
into the party.

There were numerous costumed people who were either nearly nude or
completely nude, save for a simple party mask or make up virtually
everywhere Cindi looked. There had to be at least 60 or 70 people at
the party and everywhere she looked as she led the submissive fucktoy
behind her, Cindi seen sweet, familiar debauchery.

The party had something for everyone, people fucked and mingled freely
in the open; there were some women servicing multiple men and vice
versa, in more than one spot Cindi could see two women vigorously going
at it while others watched and even the odd pair of men who were openly
fucking like everyone else, not a care in the world.

Cindi's nose twitched with need and her little cunt had warmed up
hotter and faster than a furnace after walking across the bottom floor
of the home to the door at the end of the hallway. She paused and then
pushed the door open, the smell of sweat and sex hitting her
immediately; still she inhaled and savored the decadent, sensual taste
of the animal lust.

"How's the ginger bitch?" Cindi asked as she stepped in to the
candlelit room, Sarah in tow.

There were about 20 nude men in the room, most wearing the fringes of
some costume or a mask. There was a stereo in the corner pumping out
Mozart, aside from that; the room was bare, furnished only with dozens
of large throw pillows and red satin sheets that covered the floor.

In the center of the room, lying flat on her back with her legs in the
air was Gwen Johnson. Her body was slick with sweat and splattered
sperm and what looked like spit, which wouldn't have surprised Cindi in
the least. She was completely nude and there was a man pounding wildly
between her legs as another knelt beside her head, roughly thrusting
his cock into her mouth, the flesh of her cheek taught and bulging as
the groaning man face-fucked her.

Gwen's eyes were wide open but rolled slightly up, staring up at the
ceiling blankly with a glazed, broken expression. As Cindi moved over
to her, the man fucking her suddenly let out a very loud moan, his body
shuddering as he came inside of Gwen's tight, young pussy.

Promptly he slid his cock out of the girl and stepped back, another man
quickly taking his place. The girl had been servicing cocks like this
for hours now, and splattered pool of sweat and sperm that stained the
sheets around her certainly attested to this.

The middle aged man, clad in a simple white masquerade mask that had
just finished fucking Gwen, stood and moved over to stand beside Cindi.
"Oh Cindi, I can't believe you brought us a real virgin. Kudos to you
young lady."

Cindi smiled broadly at the attention and praise, her voice almost
sing-song as she replied sweetly. "Thanks Principle Myers."

"No-no my dear, thank you." The man's hand dropped to tightly squeeze
Cindi's ass for a moment before he stepped away.

Licking her lips, Cindi knelt beside Gwen, the girl's eyes rolling over
to gaze up at Cindi who wore a look of utter disgust as she glared down
at her classmate.

"This is what you get for trying to steal him from me you little cunt.
If you ever cross me again, I'll kill you." Cindi hissed, suddenly
leaning forward as she spit in Gwen's face.

The men laughed at that and continued fucking their sexually broken,
submissive little rag doll as Cindi stood. "Speaking of which..." Cindi
snapped her attention to Sarah.

"Here you go boys, she already took her medicine, and all three holes
are clean and ready to be cummed in." Cindi said, grabbing Sarah
roughly by the strap harness as she pulled the woman into the room and
snapped her fingers, Sarah immediately sinking to her knees in silent
obedience.

Cindi reached back and unbuckled the gag as half a dozen men stepped in
to get a glimpse at their new toy, a pair of men stooping to grope and
knead her large, plush breasts.

"What do you say little cumdump?" Cindi asked coldly.

Sarah spoke immediately. "Please! Use me to drain your cock, Master."
Sarah said gleefully, still blindfolded as she smiled wide for the
approval of her new, temporary Masters.

"God damn Cindi!" One of the men groaned as stepped forward, brushing
the tip of his thick, throbbing dick ever so slightly against Sarah's
lips, her mouth opening immediate as she slurped him into her mouth,
enthusiastically beginning to suck him off, her hands folded neatly in
her lap.

"Hmmp. Enjoy yourselves boys. And if you want to do me a personal
favor, tear up her ass so bad that no one else will ever wanna fuck it
again. Gwen's too."

The group expressed their enthusiastic approval as they closed in on
the pair and Cindi stepped out into the hallway, closing the door shut
behind her.

***

Trace gaped in wide-eyed amazement at the various things he witnessed
as he and Mara traversed the first floor of the orgy before ascending
the stairs to the top floor. He was still relatively pure, all things
considered, and the sight of all the various naked men and women
engaged in sex acts he hadn't even imagined stimulated him greatly, to
say the least.

Holding him by the hand, Mara led Trace into her bedroom and gently
shut the door behind her. Trace was overwhelmed by the warm scent of
the numerous cherry-scent candles that were lit on trays on either
night stand, casting the otherwise dark room in a warm, flickering
glow.

"So, what do you think so far?" Mara asked, her voice a sensual purr as
she sat down on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed as she patted the
space beside her.

"I didn't know people did things like this..." Trace swallowed hard,
smiling nervously.

Mara grinned, almost predatorily at her young companion as he took a
seat beside her. She shifted so she was facing him, her long, toned
legs crossed towards him as she reached up and tossed her hair back
over one shoulder.

She caught him as she peered down into the expanse of perky cleavage
the costume showed off and she casually pushed her chest out a little
farther, dropping her left hand to rest on his right knee.

"Oh Trace honey, adults do these kinds of things all of the time.
People are far better motivated and greatly more productive when their
more base desires are met. You don't think any less of me do you?" Mara
asked putting on a slight mock-pout which Trace mistook for real
offense.

"N-not at all!" Trace said immediately. "It's just different, that's
all."

"Well don't worry about what is going on down there. Right now it's
just about you, and me." Mara licked her lips slightly.

"What do you mean, Ms. Kusanagi?" Trace asked, shifting slightly as
Mara's hand glided gently higher up his inner thigh.

"Oh please Trace, call me Mara. After all, you're an adult now."

Trace merely nodded and Mara smiled at him.

"You know Trace; I've had my eye on you for a very long time."

"What do you mean?" Trace asked, his cheeks flushed as Mara's hand
slowly caressed his bare thigh. He was already stiff against the thin,
cotton cloth holding his raging hard dick at bay, but there was no way
to even attempt to hide his tent-pitching excitement.

"I have to admit something. I really like you Trace, ever since you
were in my class two years ago. You were just so strong and really
stood out, not to mention how handsome you are." She practically purred
as she squeezed his thigh.

"I-I didn't know that..." Trace stammered turning to look up at Mara,
his cheeks tainted a lighter shade of pink.

"Well back then you were my student and I couldn't do anything about
my, feelings, but now you are a very fine, grown man and nothing stands
in my way of expressing my feelings for you." Mara licked her lips
slightly and leaned closer to Trace, inwardly grinning as he leaned
forward and met her, their lips pressing together in a hot kiss that
made Trace's head swim dizzy with pleasure.

His hands moved around her narrow waist and she scooted closer, draping
her arms around his neck as her tongue pushed gently between his lips,
gently flicking back and forth against his.

After a few minutes, Mara broke the tender kiss, her mouth planting
incredibly warm kisses down the side of Trace's cheek, a load moan from
him signaling that she had found his neck, her mouth gently sucking at
his smooth shaven flesh.

Mara's hand suddenly gripped the tip of Trace's cock through the soft
fabric and gently began to rub against him in a circular motion. Much
to the older woman's delight, Trace moaned immediately and squirmed
around as she lips tasted his neck, over and over again.

"What about Cindi?" Trace asked, his voice a hot sigh as his senses
were assaulted by her skilled touch.

Mara pulled away slightly, her eyes narrowed as she looked genuinely
displeased about the mention of the little blonde girl. "What about her
Trace?"

"Won't she get mad if, I mean if she..."

Mara narrowed her eyes slightly. "You don't get it do you? I did this
all for you Trace; I only took your sister under my wing and helped her
out so I could get the opportunity to see you." She squeezed the head
of his cock rather painfully for a moment before releasing it and again
caressed it much, much more tenderly.

"Cindi can't control herself and I am tired of keeping her in check.
That pretentious little brat is going to implode, she's impulsive and
has habits that she can't handle, and it's just a matter of time now."
Mara pulled away from him, Trace becoming aware of how painfully hard
and just how strongly his cock was throbbing once her hand was absent
to stimulate it.

She turned away from him, exposing her mostly bare back to him as she
glanced over her bare shoulder, the smooth edges of her bare flesh
seeming to gleam against the warm candlelight.

"You should be grateful Trace; I've only kept her out of trouble this
long for you, no other reason."

Trace nodded slowly as he stood. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." But he
was cut off as Mara slowly stood, placing the tip of her finger to his
lips to silence him.

"Shhh." She smiled and slowly draped her arms over his shoulders, she
could feel his incredibly stiff cock pushing against her stomach as she
pressed her body up against his, very slowly grinding around against
him.

Mara slowly kissed Trace, her fingers very slowly lacing through his
hair as to her delight, Trace began eagerly groping and pawing at her
firm little ass.

"I heard you like fucking women up the ass." Mara grinned mischievously
as her tongue darted out, tasting Trace's lips as he quickly nodded a
'yes'.

"It feels really good..." Trace flushed again and Mara slowly let her
hand fall between them where she gripped his raging hard cock, giving
it a few gentle strokes through the skimpy fabric.

"Would you like to fuck me up my tight little butt? I promise it will
be an experience you won't ever forget." Mara asked, tugging at the
strings holding the cock flap secure on his costume.

"God yes!" Trace declared gleefully as Mara tugged the little strip of
black fabric away, tossing it aside. She pushed Trace down onto the
bed, his surprisingly strong cock standing bolt-upright like an iron
bar protruding from a block of concrete as he shifted to get
comfortable.

Mara walked around the edge of the bed and grinned down at the boy,
slowly turning with her back to him as she bent forward, sliding the
blue stars and stripes thong down and off, giving him a perfect view of
her firm, tan ass.

"Just one minute..." She said, bending down to rummage around inside of
the nightstand before producing a little bag filled with small, bright
red pills.

"What are those?" Trace asked, shifting, his hand boldly reaching out
to squeeze one of her firm cheeks, the warm flesh of her ass giving
under his touch, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

"This, my dear..." She said pulling one of the pills out, holding it
stuck to the tip of her middle finger. "...is going to make you feel
fucking incredible!" Mara held out her tongue and placed the little red
pill on it before she leaned down and kissed Trace firmly on the mouth,
slowly climbing up to straddle him as she pushed the pill into his
mouth with her tongue.

Trace swallowed it and then groaned as he felt the top of his shaft
sandwiched between the warm cheeks of Mara's tight ass, the woman
slowly rocking back and forth, teasing him as she reached down to her
waist and pulled the golden lasso free.

"Let's play a game." Mara said, reaching down to grip his hands,
pushing them together above his head as she lashed them firmly
together, using the excess length of rope to securely tie him to metal
frame of the bed.

He pulled against the rope to test it and Mara settled back on him,
smiling as she slowly peeled off her spandex top, tossing it off to the
side as she leaned over him. Trace was very aware of his body getting
much, much warm and more sensitive, not to mention the floating, dizzy
sensation that made his head sway slightly.

Mara pushed the little vest on Trace's chest wide open and then hovered
over him, letting her incredibly warm breasts brush against his chest,
the sensation enhanced significantly by the narcotics she had slipped
the boy. This caused Trace to immediate groan and start to wither
beneath the sensual touch, the feeling of the older woman's stiff
nipples ghosting over his chest felt like dozens of soft kisses that
sent a jolt of pleasure through his spine.

"Oh God!" Trace moaned almost continuously as Mara's lips, breasts and
finger tips ghosted across his flesh, toying with him like helpless
prey caught in a spider's web as she sat astride him.

She could feel the hot, very copious amount of precum smeared across
her pert little ass and tricking downwards, Trace was practically
spurting from the tip, thanks to the drug.

Mara grasped the base of his cock and guided the cum-slick tip to the
tight pucker of her asshole, very slowly easing the head inside before
she shifted her weight and sat down on it, her silky, hot hole
swallowing him down to the base in one swift movement.

Trace cried out and came immediately and Mara couldn't help but giggle
as she felt his cock spurting out almost violent, filling her with a
nice, thick load of his pent up boy lust.

She leaned forward and slowly nibbled at Trace's ear, her voice a hot
whisper, her breath caressing his neck as she spoke. "Don't worry, I'm
not done with you yet, not by a long shot." She grinned and slowly
began to rock her hips back and forth...

***

Cindi had wandered away from the gangbang room at the rear of the house
and moved slowly through the hallway, pausing to peer at the delightful
debauchery in each and every room with a child-like glee. The orgy was
indeed the proverbial candy store and she couldn't help but feel overly
giddy, especially knowing what waited for her in the kitchen.

The little blonde crossed through the living room, only pausing once in
her journey to tilt her head for a moment, looking at a woman moaning
quite enthusiastically as she was roughly double penetrated. Cindi made
a note of that, now that her virginal ass was loosened up enough, she
hoped, for cock, DP seemed like the logical next step.

The thought of servicing multiple men at once made Cindi's little bald
cunt twinge with excitement, but she ignored the sensation, her
hierarchy of needs sending her towards the kitchen to sate her other
urge first...

For the event the kitchen table had been removed, the floor of the
large space was littered with numerous large pillows and satin sheets,
much like the other rooms currently being used. Cindi counted roughly a
dozen people in various stages of undress and lovemaking on the floor
as she picked her way through to the breakfast bar.

One woman sat there, her cheek pressed hard into the counter as she
snoozed, sitting on a stool. Across from Cindi, standing on the other
side of the counter was middle aged woman with brightly bleached hair.
She was bent forward over the counter, a very tall, and very thin,
masked black man standing behind her, fucking her quiet nosily.

Their skin slapped loudly together and just in front of the woman was a
large mirror, a pile of fine, white power on it along with several
lines cut from it. There were other things, glass pipes that Cindi had
never seen before, she couldn't fathom their uses, there were several
small bags of the vibrant red pills and even more cocaine and this is
what she turned her attention to.

"Do you mind?" Cindi asked sweetly, the woman smiling as she pushed the
mirror over.

"Help yourself angel." The woman groaned vacantly, her eyes rolling up
perversely as she was roughly fucked from behind, less than a foot away
from Cindi.

Cindi felt a large, strong hand firmly groping at her ass, a tall,
large black man that Cindi had never seen before; who was nude, save
for a simple white mask had stepped beside her. One hand gripped his
long, narrow cock, stroking it as the other meaty hand groped roughly
at Cindi's thighs and her tender teen ass.

"Gawd damn you wearin' a plug, you a fuckin' freak huh girl?" The man
asked, licking his lips excitedly as he pushed on the flat end of the
plug that was jammed firmly up Cindi's tight, young ass.

"The ass is reserved for someone else. You can cum in my pussy all you
want though." Cindi said disinterestedly as she leaned forward,
gripping a tightly rolled tube of paper and plastic which she used to
quickly inhale one line, pausing for the briefest of moments before
snorting a second.

The large intake made her toes practically curl; her young body
shuddering as she leaned against the counter, feeling the effects of
the drug almost immediately.

"It's really good shit." The blonde woman across from Cindi grinned
dreamily, almost unaware of the man pounding into her thick ass from
behind.

"Always is." Cindi replied, her head already swimming as she snorted
another pair of lines, she had been pent up and angry all day so the
distracted little blonde did nothing to pace herself, wanting to climb
to the top of her high as quickly as she could so she could shrug off
the stress of her day.

"Goddamnit yes!" Cindi hissed, scooping some of the remaining powder
from the surface of the mirror, dipping her fingertip between her lips
to rub it into her gums.

Sunday School Slut

by DesoulTales (UID 2439175)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sunday-school-slut

Self-loathing church girl snorts coke, fucks her brother.

Page 9 of 9 page(s) (12649 characters)

Cindi's body was jolted as the black man standing behind her suddenly
thrust into her already dripping, warm little fuck hole. She too
groaned perversely as she rested her head on in her folded arms,
supported by the counter as the man gripped her waist and thrust
roughly into her.

"Yeah fuck me! Fuck me you dirty piece of shit!" Cindi hissed, her
cheeks flushed as the black cock plunged deep into her bright pink
little cunt. Her words prompting the stranger to slap her hard across
the ass, leaving an angry pink handprint on her smooth, white little
ass.

"Yea! You like that you little white bitch?!" The man grunted, throwing
his back into it, his long cock stabbing down to the base inside of
her, each thrust sending Cindi rocking forward violently as she moaned
like a little whore.

"I'd like it more if you fucked me like a real man!" Cindi groaned,
feeling her warm cunt flood with moisture as she shuddered, her legs
feeling rubbery beneath her as she came.

The lack of attention lately and the enormous intake of the drugs had
been enough to push her over the edge, and now her mind was thoroughly
clouded. The orgasm and drugs left her feeling as if she were floating
in pleasantly warm water beneath a hot afternoon sun.

Cindi closed her eyes for several long moments and then opened them
slowly to find that her vision was badly blurred. Gradually it cleared,
and she was staring into the face of the older blonde woman. Cindi felt
her mouth watering and a sudden oral fixation took over as she curled a
finger for the woman to come closer, the two blondes locking lips in a
sloppy wet kiss as each were roughly fucked from behind.

"You taste so fucking good!" Cindi mouthed the words in a soft, hot
breath as she felt the black man fucking her tug open her skimpy top,
his rough hands squeezing her bare breasts almost painfully hard as he
swung his hips faster into her.

"Shittttttt!" Cindi moaned, her eyes clamping shut as she sloppily
lapped her tongue against the other woman's mouth, the feeling of the
cock hammering roughly into her slowly working her towards a second
orgasm as the woman reached up and cupped Cindi's face, holding her
into the kiss.

Their lips were slick with the rapid exchanges of kisses and tongues,
their saliva mixed into a cocktail that coated both of their lips, the
two women lapping eagerly at one another as they moaned.

Cindi suddenly shuddered as she felt the man bottom inside of her, his
cock pulsating violently as his cock erupted deep inside of her young,
pink cunt. His thick, creamy seed filling her already sloppily wet
little pink hole which caused her a momentary shiver of delight.

Groaning as if he had been shot, the man slowly pulled his now limp
cock from Cindi's filled cunt, a thick torrent of cum gushing out of
the pink opening to drip down onto the red satin sheets that covered
the floor.

"That all you got?" Cindi asked, almost as if bored as she glanced over
her shoulder. The man had sat down on some pillows, his chest and face
slick with sweat as he tried to recover his breathing in the aftermath
of his powerful climax.

"Fuckin' chump." Cindi spat distastefully, turning to give her new
playmate a final quick, sloppy kiss. "Mmm have fun, I'm going to go get
fucked by a real man now..."

With that said, Cindi strolled dreamily out into the living room, the
overabundance of drugs making her feel rather dizzy, but in a pleasant
sort of way, though it was kind of hard for her to get her barring. Her
perky tits hung free of her skimpy top, sperm and her delicious vaginal
honey dripping down her thighs as she stumbled into the living room and
looked around.

Just what the fuck was she looking for?

Cindi felt very strange and it dawned on her that what she had snorted
probably wasn't straight cocaine, but more than likely laced with
something. That would account for the strange way she felt, but that
the moment she didn't care. She scanned the room, her little blue eyes,
the pupils huge, flicking her gaze from each of the couples fucking
their brains out with wild abandon.

The girl retraced her steps in a daze as she tried to remember just
what she had forgotten, she walked slowly down the hallway, the path
before her seeming to blur once or twice before she opened the door to
the gang bang room. The men were still engaged with their submissive
fuck toys. Cindi spotted Gwen sitting on her knees on a pillow, her
freckled chest and face splattered with cum as she ravenously juggled a
trio of cocks, sloppily, clumsily trying to suck the men off.

Sarah was moaning quite loudly with her blindfold and veil still on, as
well as her harness as she was double penetrated. The man lying beneath
her was roughly sucking at one of her big, pink nipples, and Cindi
could see the bite marks and bruises on the woman's flesh as a second
man pounded away at her ass, the entire group oblivious to Cindi's
presence.

It was after Cindi doubled back and found herself standing near the
front door did she fully recall what she was looking for.

Trace! But where did he...? The blonde was stumped for a moment before
she remembered that Mara had taken Trace away from her to show him
around.

Cindi wandered the lower floor of the house, her heart seeming to beat
faster and faster with each room she searched turned up nothing.

"Where are you big brother?" Cindi whispered, feeling suddenly
distressed and scared. She wandered back into the living room and then
spotted the stairs to the second floor.

Slowly she made her way up into the dark hallway and looked around, for
a moment she considered calling out to him but then spotted a single
door at the end of the hallway that had a glimmering, faint bit of
light shining underneath it.

She slowly walked forward, nearly stumbling in her confused state as
she grasped the handle of the door and gently pushed it open to stick
her head inside.

Her eyes went huge at the sight and she staggered back into the
hallway. Mara and Trace were both slick with sweat and fucking on the
bed, Mara mounting Trace with her back to Cindi, neither had seen her
and she backed into the hallway, her hand covering her mouth as tears
formed at the corners of her eyes.

Cindi felt her heart shatter into a million pieces at the sight of Mara
with Trace's cock jammed firmly up her ass. The sense of betrayal
delivered an almost mortal wound to the young girl and she stumbled
down stairs and back into the nearly empty kitchen where she went to
the sink and leaned into it.

Her hands gripped the counter in a knuckle-white grip, a million
thoughts racing through her mind as she fought to keep from breaking
down.

Trace, why?

Mara, why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

He was mine!

I love him!

I trusted you!

How could you do this?!

I loved you too Mara!

You were my friend!

Why?

Why?

Why?

I hate you!

You stole him from me just like everyone else!

I hate you!

I hate you!

You'll fucking pay you slant-eyed bitch!

Cindi bit her lip so hard as she tried to keep from breaking down into
tears, that blood trickled from her mouth, dripping down onto the
pristine white tiles of the counter top. She was distracted as she
looked down through the haze of tears, seeing the bright crimson
splattered across the delicate white tiles, not unlike the red spots
that dotted her vision.

Her gaze wandered up from the splattering of blood on the counter up to
a wooden block that held a number of butcher's knives. Cindi tilted her
head, her eyes gazing blankly as she gripped the handle of the largest
knife, her fingers numb around the grip as she pulled it free. The
razor-honed steel hissing as it was pulled from the block.

Knife in hand, Cindi turned and headed back towards the stairs before
vanishing into the dark hallway above.

A few moments later, everyone downstairs could hear the screams...

The End

Story Tags: brother; sister; lesbian; teacher; student; drugs; bdsm;
femdom; church; mom

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