Chapter 6

I was in such a hurry to get started I didn’t even watch Leslie or Priscilla undress. As I was removing my socks, the only things I still wore, their mother Claudette put a pack of condoms on the corner of the bed. She pointed to the nightstand and said, “Lube is in the top drawer. Since Priscilla doesn’t like you much, her pussy will need some.”

I took out the bottle and opened the top as Priscilla climbed on the bed and kneeled in front of me. I loved seeing her firm rounded butt cheeks, anus, and part of her pussy, all within arm’s reach. Claudette instructed, “Good, Priscilla. Now rest your forearms on the bed and stick your butt in the air to make it easy for him. Give her slit some lube, Karl.”

I poured a little into my palm and reached between her thighs. I said, “She’s already wet. There’s juice dripping from her pubic hair!”

It didn’t seem to make sense when Priscilla complained, “Mom, I really don’t want to.”

The rest of us simultaneously asked, “What?” Her mother elaborated, “He has a nice face and body, like his father, right?”

“Well, yeah, but...”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Priscilla’s facial expression puzzled me. She seemed to be horny but disgusted at the same time. She explained, “It’s Karl’s ATTITUDE! I want a strong and powerful man that gets what he wants. He’s good looking, but he acts like a pitiful wimp! He begs, and pleads, and complains all the time!”

I was quite confused and asked, “So, you want me, but only if I rape you?”

“Have some confidence! Act like a man! Tell me what you want and just do it.” Her cheeks reddened as she said, “If you ah ... if you rape me and it doesn’t hurt, I’d never complain about it. If you want a blowjob and I say ‘No’, spank me until I agree to do it. If you want sex and I don’t agree, throw me on the bed, hold me down, and stick it in me. Quit all the miserable begging and whining!”

Claudette said, “Wait a minute! If we handle this wrong, it could be dangerous. I heard of people doing dominance play or fake rape. I don’t see the appeal myself, but if you agree to do it the right way...” She turned to me and said, “You need to agree on a safeword. If she gets hurt or is uncomfortable with something, she’ll say the safeword and you stop. Understand?”

The idea was totally new to me. “Um ... I ... ah...”

Priscilla held my hand and nodded. “Okay.”

Her mother continued, “I want to make sure everybody understands and agrees. Karl can do anything he wants with Priscilla, until she says the safeword. Once she says it, you both go to your bedrooms and you’re done for the night. No more sex and no more touching each other until the next day. Do you both agree?”