Chapter 7

“I only want it sometimes,” my sister texted me out of the blue a few days later.

“I’ll read your mood, don’t worry,” I texted back, “But you always come when called, understand bitch?”

“Yes, ma’am,” came the reply after a few long seconds. “Good! I’ll get the bull lined up for you.”

“I don’t know!” she texted back, which I could imagine came with a long whine.

“Neil doesn’t need much advanced notice,” I teased.

“I’m embarrassed,” she claimed.

“Doormats don’t have to worry about that,” I texted back.

“I’m not that.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Get over her now, bitch!”

“Mmm.”

“I’ll call Cantor to come over if you don’t!”

“Ok, but please don’t.”

“Please what?” I texted with an expectant grin on my face. If she didn’t text what I wanted, I wasn’t sure what I would do next; it came!

“Yes, goddess.”

“ ... back up on him!” I commanded my sister, who I had heavily masked and gagged. A loose spreader-bar on her ankles made it a little difficult, but she managed with my help to get her ass within reach of my cuck’s dick. He had his own spreader-bars on him, with the one on his wrists being suspended from the ceiling. On the big-screen TV was the scene of him and Cantor pulling a train on her. I could tell by the way my sister kept looking away from screen, that she was appalled by her previous behavior; so, what!

“Mmm,” she complained softly through the gag when cock sunk home in her pussy. “Good cunt,” I told her, thinking now that was what I should always call her, certainly not by her name; we had only titles here. “Behave ... get him off—and I won’t sack ya! Got it?”

“Mmmphh,” came the muffled reply with a few nods. “Good, once he gets his dick good and lubed, will do some anal.” This pronouncement got her eyes going wide with a little high-pitched squeak. Slap! I laid a good one across her face then gave a menacing stare, face to face. “Is that a complaint?” I growled, getting a quick shake of the head in reply, “Then you want this?” I pressed, getting now a quick nod. “Good!,” I smiled, “Because I was thinking a train then!” I so wanted an excuse for another one!

I decided on double penetration then, never having imposed one before. After donning a strap-on I came up to her, front to front, making sure to press her naked tits hard into my leather top. “Shhh,” I cooed into her ear as I reached around her to work my cuck’s cock out of her pussy then pointed it at her ass. With my other hand I then slowly sank my rubber-dick into her now empty pussy, timing it with my husband’s insertion of his cock into her asshole.

The little groans and muffled objections coming through her gag were about as sexy as shit can be. “Ohhh, yeah ... good cunt,” I whispered into her ear as I traded thrusts with the cuck behind her. I should have her mouth stuffed with cock, I thought as we worked her back and forth like a seesaw. Kissing the nap of her neck, while caressing her tits got strange sounds out of this bitch. “Neil’s coming,” I whispered seductively, “ ... his cock is so big ... he rapes too—so don’t expect to resist. Not that I would let you.”

Was she sobbing or coming, I asked myself as I made eye contact with my cuck for a moment. He was as turned on as she was, I could see, which I found unacceptable. “Neil cums first in her,” I growled at him, getting a quick nod in reply, “You fucking bitches have no god-damn rights here ... if I want to mate you with a dog, I fucking will!” Both moaned in response. Or was it fear I was hearing? Good either way, I decided.

“You’re a cunt ... just a cunt...” I cooed into my sister’s ear as the slow double-fuck went on, “I’ll take good care of you ... see that your fucked often ... whipped sometimes ... marked maybe ... would you like that cunt?” I then almost came from the stimulus of the vibrating strap-on that was pressing on my clit as she nodded her head in total submission with eyes closed. “Yeah ... shhh ... you’re my cunt ... my property.”

“Aghhh ... aghhh...” my cuck was now breathing at me, warning me he was about to blow. “Stop!” I snapped at him, which caused him to open his eyes wide and to slow his thrusts. “Now...” I whispered back into my sister’s ear, “ ... I’ve decided to tattoo you ... right here,” I told her as I rubbed the small of her back. “My initials ... ok?” I asked before starting to nibble on her ear. Again, the nod from her almost made me cum. “I’ll label Cantor too ... don’t worry ... put the word bitch there also ... would you like that?”

I came so hard when she nodded her head against my neck, that I had to hold on to my husband’s spreader-bar for support, doing my absolute best to keep my strap-on buried in this cunt. “Ohhh ... ohhh ... ohhhhhh!” I yelled up at the ceiling, then fell back onto a bench, eventually laughing in disbelief as I panted. My god-damn cuck was putting a load into her ass at this point with a long, “AHHHHH!”.

“You’re going to get ten for that!” I huffed at him with an accusing finger.

“You have more parties now,” Cindy told me as she came to sit with me at the end of a long picnic table.

“Yeah, they inspire me,” I replied as I continued watching a distant Tina and her husband. I’d made it clear to the two that had to stay within a few feet of each other at all times; a save the marriage kind of ploy, I suppose. So far, they’d been doing it, and looked to be happy enough, chatting away with other guests. My eyes then fell on Wilis, a slightly older black fellow, who’d once been married to my cousin; still got invited here, thanks to his entertainment value. “Need some new sources of semen,” I told Cindy.

“Neil’s always happy to oblige,” she replied dryly, meaning her husband.

“Yeah ... but not so trainable, or reliable if you know what I mean,” I told her seriously, getting then a nod of agreement from her. “I’ll bet Wilis can provide some loads on request, what you think?”