Message-ID: <25452asstr$964332613@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
X-Original-Message-ID: <397A3661.62D4488A@earthlink.net>
From: Herb Koenig <herbck@earthlink.net>
Reply-To: herbck@earthlink.net
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 22 Jul 2000 17:00:29 PDT
Subject: {ASSM} Her Hand 2/2
Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 02:10:14 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25452>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, dennyw
Her Hand
by Herbck
Disclaimer
The following bit of smut comes from my own perverted mind. It ain't yours so
don't steal it and go and make big bucks from it!
If you're too young to be reading this, don't!
If you're old enough but immature, don't!
Otherwise...enjoy!
Part II- Her Story
by herbck
Scene 1
Living room. Debbie, now 18 years old, is there in black latex, holding a
riding crop in her hand, impatiently striking it against her thigh as she
strides back and forth across the padded living room rug.
Debbie's voice overlay.
Where is he, damn it! He knows better than to keep me waiting! I was always
taught promptness! God, was I! Mom and dad were always so liberal in so many
of their ways but at the same time there were always rules. Promptness was one
of them. I hate to be kept waiting! And Charlie. Poor, sweet Charlie. He has
always waited. Waited for me, for my hand. And he is there now, in the
bedroom, waiting for my lover to come and fuck his bitch of a sister so he can
listen to another man have what he can't. My sweet Charlie, my little brother,
my adoring slave. Willing to suffer any indignity for the pleasure of my hand
on his cock. And I'm no better. I too am a slave. a slave to his compliance, a
slave to the power I have over him. I need that feeling of power as much as he
needs the feeling of my hand.
Oh Charlie! I love you so and yet I hurt you so. It seems I always have. Our
parents, bless them, tried so hard to be open and liberal in their raising of
us. Nudity was natural in our home when it was just the four of us. When you
were born Mom said she would let me help bathe and powder you. She was always
amused by the curiosity I had with your "peepee thing" as I used to call it.
She always cautioned me to be very gentle with it. And I was.I remember when
we were little, she let us bathe together and I would always play with you.
Dad was just as open. He loved to take pictures of us in the nude, playing on
the rug or in the bath or lying next to each other taking our naps. During our
naps my hand would unconsciously find you and hold you while we slept. He
showed me the pictures. There were also pictures of just me. He'd get his
Penthouse or Playboy and have me pretend I was one of the centerfolds and pose
like they did. I never thought anything of it To me it was a fun game we were
playing, like dress up. Sometimes he'd pose us both together in the nude,
kissing each other on the lips and various other parts of our bodies.Even when
I started filling out, he'd take pictures of you kissing my breasts while I
fondled you. And I fondled you every chance I got. You loved it! You still
do. My hand on your cock! I don't think I felt it was really naughty until we
started peeing for each other in the fields in back of the house. Up until
then I knew I shouldn't be touching you all the time but it didn't seem really
naughty, just fun. We weren't hurting anyone and we both seemed to enjoy it.
There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between us, you'd do whatever I
wanted as long as I fondled you. There were a few times you tried to rebel and
not do what I wanted. But then, after I withheld the pleasure of my hand,
you'd always cave in and beg me and promise to do anything I wanted. And you
always paid for those rebellious times.
That's when I started to learn the uses of power. And, when my breasts started
to develop, I learned there was power in the rest of my body. Daddy started
taking more and more pictures of me alone. The poses got more and more
provocative. From the girls in the magazines I learned how to get a pouty look
on my face, how to lick my lips in a sexy way, how to tilt my head down and
look up into Daddy's eyes with a come hither look. I remember one time, I was
down on the floor on all fours and slowly crawling towards him. He was
standing taking pics in rapid fire sequence. As I reached his feet I looked up
and noticed his cock was hard. I looked straight at it and licked my lips. He
looked stunned with the realization of what was happening, quickly called it
a "wrap" and left the room.
At that moment I decided to see how much power I had. That's about the same
time Daddy decided maybe we should start wearing clothes around the house. He
could never explain why to us but I knew. I also knew what he should have
realized, a girl's body partially clothed is sexier than a nude body. So the
clothing I wore had a habit of baring more flesh than it covered. And I took
every opportunity to let Daddy get an eyeful.
I remember one time, Charlie and I were alone in the garage and I had my hand
in his pants stroking his baby soft cock when Daddy came in and caught us. He
was very cool about the whole thing, didn't lose his temper, just tried to
explain that is wasn't a proper thing to do.
Debbie But why not, Daddy? I've always done it. You've even taken pictures of
us doing it in the nude.
Dad But you were much younger then. Now that you're older, it's not nice.
Letting go of Charlie, I went to him, snuggled close and put my arms around
him. As he put his arms around me, I dropped my hand to the crotch of his
trousers and fondled him.
Debbie Charlie never complains, he likes it. Don't you like it Daddy?
He pushed me away.
Dad Debbie! Stop that! It's not nice I told you!
Debbie But if it's not nice, why did you get hard?
Dad I...I...
And he turned and left. The next day, as he was driving me to choir practice,
I reached over and fondled him again.
Dad God, Debbie! Not here, not now, you'll get us both killed in this heavy traffic.
Debbie Does that mean you do like it?
Dad No, it means nothing of the sort.
Debbie But you didn't tell me not to do it, only not do it here and now. Does
that mean you'll let me do it later?
Dad No, it means nothing of the sort! I'm surprised and ashamed of you for
even wanting to do something like that.
Debbie You weren't surprised or ashamed when you had Charlie and I pose for
you doing more that that.
Dad As I said, you were much younger then.
Debbie Only a year. Is it because I have breasts, now Daddy? Is that it?
Dad No...yes...In a way I guess. It made me realize you're not a little girl
anymore. You're growing into womanhood.
Debbie Don't grownups fondle each other?
Dad Yes, but not family members.That's incest.
Debbie Then Charlie and I have been committing incest all our lives. And you
and mom always thought it was cute and encouraged it.
Dad I know. But we were wrong.
Debbie But it's too late now. We are what we are. I enjoy fondling Charlie and
he enjoys having my hand on him. He'll do anything I want just for the touch
of my hand on his thing. Wanna see what it feels like, Daddy? Wanna feel your
little girls hand on your big thing?
Dad Debbie! Stop that! Such talk!
Debbie I can do a lot more than talk. I can make you hard. Just think about
it, think of my hand on you. You could be getting what Charlie's been getting
all these years.
Dad What's that?
Debbi Erections. Get hard for me Daddy. Get hard for your angelic looking,
sweet little daughter. Oooh! Too bad, we're at church already. Guess you'll
have to wait for my hand. Charlie's very good at waiting. While you're
waiting, why don't you play with yourself and try and imagine it's my hand.
Dad I can't believe you! You're not my daughter! Go to choir practice. We'll
talk when I pick you up.
I remember going into choir practice with a rush I'd never felt before. Like
an exhilaration that comes from experiencing freedom for the very first time.
And Father Timothy noticed it in my singing. Said I was belting out the hymns
like someone who just found God. If he only knew I had just found sexual power.
When Daddy picked me up the traffic was much worse as was his mood.
Debbie Didja think about me Daddy?
Dad Of course I thought about you, sweetie.
Debbie And did you get hard for me?
Dad No! damnit!
Debbie Bet you did. You just don't want to admit it. Bet you thought about
what it would be to have my hand reach out like this (reaches her hand out to
his crotch) and fondle you thru your pants. (Fondles him.)
Dad Damn! You're a little bitch!
Debbie I know. That's what Charlie calls me.
Dad When does he call you that?
Debbie When I make him do certain things.
Dad Like what?
Debbie Like take his thing out and show it to me. Take yours out, Daddy, show
it to me.
Dad I can't do that. You're my daughter.
Debbie Sure you can. You have before. We used to run around buck naked all the
time. And I remember one time when I was on all fours at your feet. Remember Daddy?
Dad Yes.
Debbie I excited you, didn't I? You got turned on by your little girl. Just
like you're getting turned on now. Take it out. Show me how hard you are for
me.
And he did. I got him so excited just thinking about it, he did. He unzipped
himself and pulled his cock out for me right in the middle of the traffic. And
he was hard. So hard.
Debbie Oooh Daddy, that's a nice one. Wanna feel my little hand wrapped around it?
Dad Yes! Yes you little bitch! Give me your hand. Oooh yes, God yes! It's so
little on my cock, but so damnably soft. Pump it! Pump it bitch! Jack your
Daddy off! That's it! Oooh God yes! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum,
bitch! My sweet little angel bitch!
Debbie Yes Daddy! Yes! Make it spurt for me! Cum in my hand! Oooh yes. God, I
never knew a man could do that!
I remember I licked some of his cum out of my hand and, opening my blouse,
smeared the rest over my braless baby tits. When we stopped for a signal, I
pulled his head to my breasts and had him lick them clean. After that, all I
had to do was rub up against him, fondle him and he was mine. In a way, I
guess, it was justice. For 13 years he molded me and now I would mold him.
Every chance I got my hand was on his cock. He would see me coming and the
look on his face told me he wanted to run but he never did. He just stayed
docily where he was and let me have my way with him. I had the power and I
used it. My allowance was increased, I was allowed to stay out later, buy
whatever clothes I wanted and, most importantly, start dating boys, all over
Mom's objections.
FADE OUT...
Scene 2
It was shortly after that that I started teaching Charlie the fine art of
eating pussy. My pussy. We were in my room one afternoon after school. I had
him on his knees with his face in my crotch. I was facing the door. His tongue
had me on the verge of cumming when Daddy walked by, stopped and stared in
amazement. Seeing him watch me drove me over the edge to a marvelous orgasm.
Reaching down, I pushed Charlies' face deeper into my sopping cunt.
Debbie That's it, Charlie, lick your sister's wet cunt. Clean her up for me.
Lick up every tasty drop.
Daddy and I just stared at each other until he dropped his hand to his crotch
and walked away. Later that day, after Charlie went for baseball practice, I
found Dad sitting on the glider in the backyard, staring off into space. I sat
down next to him.
Debbie Enjoy the show?
Dad How long has that been going on?
Debbie Not too long. I'm just getting him trained to where he does a fairly
good job of cunt lapping.
Dad God, Debbie, your own brother!
Debbie Jealous?
Dad Of Charlie? Why should I be?
Debbie He's tasted my cunt, you haven't.
Dad I...I've tasted "Cunt" before.
Debbie But not mine. It's the pussy of a 13 year old. It's your daughter's
pussy. Wanna taste?
Dad No. What we've been doing is bad enough.
Debbie I've never noticed you pushing me away. Like my hand?
Dad Bitch.
Debbie You want my hand now, don't you? You want me to reach over, take your
cock out and stroke it until you cum all over my hand. You do, don't you?
Dad Bitch
Debbie Take it out, Daddy. Take it out and let me see it. Yes, that's the way
Daddy, unzip your pants and take it out for me. Oooh, yes, such a nice, hard
cock. It even has a little tear coming out of its eye. It wants my hand. It
wants my nasty hand to do nasty things to it.
Dad Debbie...
Debbie Remember the day I was on my knees looking up at your hard cock?
Dad Yes, yes I remember.
Debbie Kneel in front of me, Daddy. That's it. Now, watch Daddy!
I pulled my school skirt up over my hips, slid my white cotton panties down
and spread my legs giving him a view of my still damp pussy.
Debbie Ever had a 13 year old pussy Daddy?
Dad No.
Debbie And I know you've never tasted your daughter's pussy. Now's your
chance, Daddy. Do it! Eat me, Daddy! Eat my cunt. Show me what a good
cuntlapper you are.
And he did. He buried his face in my steamy crotch and licked me to two
delightful orgasms. The first of many to follow. He loved eating me out. In
fact, he became as obsessive about my cunt as Charlie did with my hand. And I
teased him with it unmercifully. I'd shove my fingers up it, get them all nice
and wet and then slide them under his nose or into his mouth wherever and
whenever I could. It made no difference if Mom was there or we had company or
when I visited him in his office.
I remember one time in church. He was sitting between Mom and me. He watched
as I slid my hand under my coat on my lap. He knew what I was doing and he
knew what I was going to do. I reached over and put my fingers under his nose
and dragged them down over his lips. Mom turned and gave me a funny look. I
told her he had some egg on his lips from breakfast and I was just brushing it away.
In the movies I'd take his hand and slide it up between my legs and let him
diddle me.
At home I'd eat raw carrots and offer a bite to daddy. After I had it up me
for awhile, of course. Mom and Dad would be cleaning veggies, I'd take a
carrot, leave the room, ram it up my pussy and pump it til is was nice and wet
and then go back in the kitchen and offer a bite to Dad. At first he gave me a
funny look but after he tasted the way I had marinated it he was eager for it.
Sometimes I'd visit him in his office unexpectedly. I remember one time I went
in and he had two men sitting in front of his desk discussing some big deal or
other. I sat on the sofa in back of them, pulled up my skirt, took off my
panties and played with my pussy. They couldn't see me but boy, he sure could!
After they left I had him crawl to me and use his tongue til I came a couple
of times. Then I made him take his cock out and I jacked him off on my feet
and made him lick it all up. And he did! Men are such pigs. Anything for a
little pussy.
And they never get tired of it. Like Charlie, he never gets tired of my hand.
I remember I asked him once about it. I was idly fondling him.
Debbie Don't you ever get bored with just my hand, Charlie?
Charlie No.
debbie But it's just a hand, Charlie. Anybody's hand could do this to you. You
could do it for yourself.
Charlie But it's not the same. With your hand it brings back all the memories
of all the past perverted things you've made me do for you. And it excites me
knowing you're going to make me do do even more perverted things in the
future.
Debbie I guess we both live for that rush of excitemment, don't we baby?
Charlie Yeah, I guess. I know I get a rush when you touch me.
Debbie Gee, Charlie. I guess in a way, my hand is like an umbilical cord.
We're tied together. I feed you all of my perversions through my hand and into
your cock.
I always have and I always will. And he takes whatever I feed him. I never
realized how submissive he was until about a year ago. Yeah, he had just
turned 15. By then he was taller than me and getting more muscle. God, all the
girls in school had the hots for him. But he was mine! All mine! I was
feeling raunchy as all hell and bitchy to boot. It was quite a day. Poor baby.
Scene 3
The day started out innocently enough. I had him sleep with me instead of in
his own bed. I woke up before him. He was sound asleep, looking almost
angelic. I reached over to fondle him and found he had the most beautiful piss
hard. I wrapped my mouth around it and slowly pumped it with my hand. He woke
up, reached down and took my head in his hands.
Charlie Oh God! Oh God, sis!
Debbie Like that, Baby?
Charlie You know I do.
Debbie It's so hard. So fucking hard and beautiful. I love it when it's like
that. Keep it that way, Charlie. I want you to be hard for me all day.
Charlie You mean you're not going to finish what you started?
Debbie That's right. At least, not yet. Maybe tonight if you're a good boy and
behave yourself and mind your big sister.
Charlie You know I always mind you.
Debbie I know, Baby. I know. It's been a long time since you even balked at
anything I've ever had you do.
Charlie You should know by now that I'd do anything for you. I love you.
Debbie Me or my hand?
Charlie (Chuckling) OK. So maybe your hand has a lot to do with it. But you
know, don't you, I really do love you?
Debbie Yes, I know. And you know that in spite of all the terrible things I do
to you that I love you.
Charlie And what devious, nasty things do you have planned for today?
Debbie Don't know. But I do know I'm feeling raunchy.
Charlie Sis, you're always feeling raunchy, so what else is new?
Debbie What's new? I don't know but today I feel nasty, down in the dirt,
wallow in filth, raunchy. Trust me, you'll be the first to know how raunchy I
am. Now, go get my bath ready for me and then go fix my breakfast.
Charlie Sheeesh! Can I at least pee first and get dressed?
Debbie You can pee but don't get dressed. I want to be able to see that hard
cock. So keep it hard!
Charlie Gee, thanks a lot.
Debbie Come here Charlie!
Charlie Now what?
Debbie (Slaps him hard across his left cheek.) That's what!
Charlie God, Sis. That hurt!
Debbie (Slaps him again harder across his right cheek!) Good! I wanted it too.
Now go do as I told you without any more lip.
Debbie watches as he slinks off to the bathroom, head bowed. So docile. Not
even a whimper. No resistance at all. He's bigger than me. Could've hit me
back or at least grabbed my arm to stop me from hitting him, but nothing. God,
it got me hotter just slapping him. That feeling of power. Oh God I love that
feeling! I wonder how far I can push him before he pushes back? Debbie, old
girl, this is the day to find out!
She takes her bath, dries and powders herself and then starts picking out her
wardrobe for the morning. Sheer black hose, thigh high with a red garter belt.
Red thong panties and matching red bra. White silk blouse, unbuttoned half way
down showing a considerable amount of her considerable cleavage. Red, high
heeled pumps. What Charlie always called her "come fuck me" pumps. And her
favorite black leather mini skirt. The one that zipped on each side from the
bottom all the way to the top. She left it unzipped all the way on one side
exposing her bare upper thigh.
UNFINISHED TO HERE...ANY THOUGHTS ON WHERE IT SHOULD GO?
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+