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Cock Drain
                                                    (C) 2001 Kari Alarus

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Warning:

   This story depicts explicit sex.  If you are under the legal age of 
   consent in your country or are offended by this type of material or
   if you reside where it is illegal to possess such material, read no
   further.

   This story may be redistributed freely and without charge as long
   as all disclaimers and copyrights are retained and no text is
   altered, removed, or added.

   -head2fat-
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                                Cock Drain

Sixteen-year old Veronica is livid.  She's screaming to high heaven 
about some vile misdeed that her younger brother Billy has committed.  
She also happens to be dragging Billy into the living room by his tiny 
flaccid cock, his underwear clumped around his ankles.

"Daddy!" Veronica screams, "Guess what I caught this little pervert 
doing?  It was pretty damn disgusting!  He definitely ought to be 
punished!"

Veronica's father, Jim, is having a tough time deciding what to 
consider first.   First, there is the humiliating sight of his 12-year 
old son, ass bare to the world, being towed around by his limp cock.  
Next, of course, is the fact that it's his darling teenage daughter 
who's towing the boy around in such a lewd fashion.  Third, and 
probably least relevant, is how uncomfortably arousing his gorgeous 
daughter is in her skimpy, virtually see-through crocheted bikini top 
and second-skin cotton micro-shorts. 

"Why oh why does every Saturday morning have to start like this?" Jim 
laments to himself.  Heavily stressed during the week holding down the 
duties of a corporate executive by day and single father by night, Jim 
looked forward to a little peace and quiet on Saturday, usually his 
only morning off [Sundays were often consumed by community meetings or 
other events].
 
Jim attempts to soothe the situation in his characteristic calm, 
measured voice.  "Okay, okay, Ronnie, cool down and tell me what 
happened.  But first, let go of your brother's penis.   And second, 
please pull up his underwear."

"But Daddy!" Veronica moans.

"Ronnie, just do it." Jim orders.

That taken care of, Jim resumes.  "So, Ronnie what exactly what 
happened."

Veronica's reply is short and sweet.  "I caught the little bastard 
jerking off to some pictures in my room!   God, he's such a shit!"

"Ronnie, watch your language!" her father warns.  

Despite playing the role of stern father, Jim can't help noticing how 
arousing his daughter looks in her skimpy top and short shorts. "That 
tight little ass oozing out of those shorts is driving me crazy!  
Damn, she really has filled out!"  he remarks to himself.   Ignoring 
for now the building bulge in his trouser fronts, Veronica's father 
flashes a deeply disapproving look at his mortified son.   "Billy, Is 
this true?" Jim demands.

Billy doesn't respond.  Thoroughly downcast, he is far too ashamed to 
even look up, let alone meet his father's gaze. 

Presuming his son's silence as guilt, Veronica's father proceeds with 
his inquiry.  Unfortunately, he foolishly lets his erotic curiosity 
get the best of him.  "Specifically what sort of pictures are we 
talking about, Ronnie?" he demands.

Veronica hesitates.  "Um, I'm not so sure that you ought to see these 
particular pictures, Daddy."

"And why not?" Jim persists.

Veronica freezes for a moment then takes a few deep breaths.  "Why is 
Daddy being so curious?" she wonders. "Could he want to get off too?   
Ugh, that would be so creepy!   But why am I getting so turned on?  
Besides, what do I have to be ashamed of?  Daddy's always taught me to 
be proud of my body.  Hmm, let's see where this might go".  Veronica 
squirms for a bit for effect before replying "Well, the photos are 
kind of explicit."

Incited by his daughter's reply, Jim is even more insistent.  "Look 
Ronnie, I want you to show me those pictures now!  I'll see for myself 
the kind of depraved images my boy has been abusing."

"But, I just don't know, Daddy.  These particular pictures may be a 
bit too disturbing, even for you" Veronica cautions.  Anticipating her 
father's inevitable retort, she adds, "Particularly since the girl 
doing such naughty acts in nearly every single photograph is me."

Jim's mouth drops.  For once, he cannot find a single word to say.   

"That sure got his attention!  And in more ways than one!"  Veronica 
comments to herself upon detecting her father's developing erection.  
She continues.  "Daddy, do you really want to see explicit pictures of 
your sweet little girl engaging in the unconscionably depraved acts 
she performs with a few well-hung studs in these disgusting photos?"

Upon hearing this, Billy utters an audible moan of especially graphic 
recall.  His flaccid cock is beginning to stiffen anew.

As Veronica's father is still unable to respond, she continues.  
"Well, perhaps you do need to see 'all' of the evidence before 
deciding how the little twerp should be punished, shouldn't you, 
Daddy?" Veronica concedes as demurely as possible.  "I'll go get those 
pictures for you, now."

Veronica returns shortly carrying a large photo album, a bottle of 
Windex, and stack of paper towels.  She has also donned a pair of 
rubber gloves.

"What the heck?!"  Jim mutters to himself upon seeing what his 
daughter has brought.

Again Veronica anticipates her father's thoughts.  "Ick, this photo 
book is all sticky and gooey.  I need to wipe it off, so you won't get 
any of Billy's disgusting spooge on your hands, Daddy.   But, eww, 
there's so much of it!"

With the Windex and paper towels Veronica quickly mops up the copious 
evidence of Billy's explosive response to her lewd fuck shots.  
Meanwhile, Jim quickly turns away to furtively adjust the stiffening 
steel in his trousers, but his ever-vigilant daughter notices anyway.  
And poor Billy - his already savagely abused member has again swollen 
to its former size, and then some.  Veronica stifles an evil little 
giggle.  "So far, everything is going rather well", she notes.

"Okay, that's much better now" Veronica chirps as she sets aside her 
cleaning materials and gazes up at her father.  "Oh, you look kind of 
uncomfortable, Daddy.  Maybe you'd better sit down!"

Partially hunched to conceal his massive boner, Jim shuffles awkwardly 
over and shakily sits down on a nearby sofa.   Mercilessly working her 
tease, Veronica plops her sexy butt directly onto the prominent lump 
in her daddy's lap, lewdly wiggling for several seconds before 
settling in a snug position right beside him.

"Better now?"  Veronica asks sweetly.   

Clearly, Jim is not at all 'better', especially after his sexy 
daughter's treacherous little lap dance.  It was all he could do to 
keep from grinding his crotch into her ass [and that was clearly not 
an option!].   Already the overwhelming sexual aroma of his steamy 
teen daughter, quite aroused herself, and the delicious erotic heat of 
her tight young body so sinfully close are driving Jim to distraction.  
Not to mention that the shear anticipation of the forbidden images he 
is about to view has made his imprisoned cock harder than granite.

"Would you like me to turn the pages for you?" Veronica coos.

Billy cranes his neck to get a better view himself, but Veronica 
quickly reprimands him.  "No, you can't look anymore, pervert!   And 
don't think about slinking away, either.  I'm not even close to 
finishing with you yet!  One more thing, you'd better keep your filthy 
hands away from mischief, if you know what I mean."  She pauses, then 
laughs.  "Silly me, of course you will, since they're already tightly 
secured behind your back.  Poor, poor baby!"

"Anyway Daddy, let's get started!" Veronica chirps with barely 
concealed glee.  

Veronica is well aware of her father's heightened sense of arousal.  
She simply hopes that he'll be able to hold out long enough for her 
big finale. 

Veronica opens her naughty photo album to the first page.  "Daddy, 
don't I look cute in my tiny little tennis outfit?"

The operative word here is 'tiny'.   The pleated white skirt is so 
short that the slightest breeze would have completely exposed her 
hairless crotch.  Most of Veronica's firm bubble butt already hangs 
nastily out of the dick-stiffening garment.   Equally exquisite are 
the girl's long tanned gently muscled legs in her frilly white socks 
and white leather court shoes.

Veronica's excuse for a top is almost as scandalous as her tiny skirt.  
The loose white tee is cropped so severely that it barely drapes over 
her noticeably erect nipples.  Needless to say, the teen's firm smooth 
peach-sized tits are not constrained by any bra.  Neither would they 
need to be.

Veronica's normally squeaky-clean demeanor convinces everyone that she 
is the typical girl next door - cute, reserved and sweet.  Cascading 
down her back well below the ragged hem of her revealing top, 
Veronica's long scarlet mane virtually shimmers in the bright 
afternoon sunlight.  Her short bangs frame a truly radiant oval face 
with a pert button nose, full ruby lips, large round emerald-green 
eyes, and flawless freckled complexion. Few would ever suspect the 
brazen slut lurking within.

All in all, it's quite a lewd outfit for such an innocent-looking 
girl.  And she's wearing this in broad daylight on an outdoor tennis 
court!  Drowning in a flood of lecherous thoughts, Jim wonders just 
how many others were there, ogling his daughter's sweet young meat.  
Veronica doesn't fail to notice the violent bucking in her father's 
groin as he 'studies' these initial photos.  

Actually there'd been quite a few others joining Veronica on that 
tennis court that afternoon.  One was her 18-year old girlfriend (and 
oft-time lover), Ginger.  Ginger thoroughly enjoyed herself snapping 
the lewd photos.  There were several hunky guys, as well.  Veronica's 
little clit tingles as she recalls just how intensely horny they all 
turned out to be. 

The very next shot finds Veronica bending quite nastily over the 
tennis net.   The skimpiest possible g-string is the young fox's sole 
concession to modesty.   As subsequent shots zoom in on her firm round 
ass, one can't help but be awed by its cock-stretching perfection. 

"Damn, my girl has an absolutely sinful ass!"  Jim muses shamefully.   
Despite his best efforts, the man can't seem to suppress a torrent of 
unholy thoughts about his diabolically seductive little nymph.

The next set of photos shows Veronica, still lewdly bent over, being 
rudely ogled by a college-aged stud with a very noticeable erection 
stretching his tennis shorts.  To further command the young man's 
attention, Veronica pulls aside her flimsy g-string to fully expose 
her smooth-shaved pouting pussy.  Christ, hers is a pussy that even 
the most celibate monk would die to spill a load over!  Predictably, 
the guy's eyes bulge, his jaw drops, and the tip of his monster cock 
is already peeking out of his tennis shorts.

"I just don't know what came over me, Daddy", Veronica offers with a 
feigned pout of shame.  Yet, her father scarcely notices.  His gaze is 
firmly locked on the pornographic events unfolding on the page.

Recalling the stud's insatiably horny reaction to her shameless 
teasing has gotten Veronica very hot and very wet.  Plus her daddy's 
exceptionally 'attentive' response to her naughty photo show has 
ignited a fiery itch in her cunt that only a vicious fucking will be 
able to douse.

Veronica had decided to invade this particular tennis club in such 
dick-searing attire on the dare of her girlfriend. Veronica shocked 
even herself at how naughtily she'd ended up behaving.  The results 
were unbelievable!  She'd gotten the poor guy in these initial shots 
so crazed for cunt that he could have fucked a hornet's nest for 
relief.  Fortunately, Veronica had been more than willing to finish 
what she'd started.  She couldn't have asked for a better outcome.  

It takes all of Veronica's restraint to feign even the slightest 
remorse for the naughty photos she's now showing her father.  

Still bent over, Veronica has turned her head and is licking her lips 
with the lewdest 'come fuck me' expression that Jim has ever seen.   
As the stud approaches, Veronica pulls her g-string to the side and 
raises the lewd excuse for a skirt high over her ass.   Next, she uses 
both hands to stretch her dripping cunt wide open for deep and easy 
penetration.   The close-ups of his daughter's gaping snatch nearly 
cause Jim to cream his shorts.  

In the shots that follow the lust on the young stud's face virtually 
sears the page as Veronica continues to tease him mercilessly with her 
lewd antics and inviting fuck hole.  

Jim is dumbstruck by the realization that the only possible outcome 
had to be a particularly brutal fucking of his little angel-virgin.   
Yet, the unquenched fire in his loins overwhelms even his anger.

By now, the stud has shed both his shirt and shorts.   His eyes aflame 
with raging desire, the camera captures the young man viciously 
reaming the luscious teenager, her skirt still pulled up and her g-
string off, in half a dozen different positions all over the tennis 
court. Veronica's closed eyes and wide-open mouth offer ample evidence 
that this horny fucker is hitting all the right spots.

Veronica lustfully recalls that the guy [whose name she never did 
learn] definitely knew his way around a pussy.  She'd been so slick 
with her own juices that he'd buried his spear up to the balls on his 
very first thrust.  Filled to the hilt, the oversexed vixen climaxed 
immediately.  The stud's thick cock continued to slam into her tight 
twat like a supercharged piston.  She'd especially enjoyed being 
fucked upside down with her legs wrapped around his waist.  In that 
position the silky smooth skin of his circumcised cock slid against 
her sensitive clit, sending waves of orgasmic fire throughout her 
burning cunt.  Like a man possessed, the fucker had assaulted her 
pussy from every possible angle, leaving not a single hot spot 
untouched.  Whenever possible, he'd slip a few fingers into her ass, 
each time detonating a nuclear explosion that engulfed her entire 
body.  Veronica's clit quivers at the memory of it all.

"Daddy, can you believe how some Joe I hardly know was suddenly 
fucking the shit, oops, I mean 'devil', out of me?  Out of nowhere, 
this guy turns into a sex-crazed demon whose sole mission was to rip 
my pussy apart!  No introduction, no foreplay, nothing!   Just gets 
right down to business!  What gets into guys anyway?"  Veronica 
giggles.   She doesn't really expect an answer; and Jim doesn't offer 
any.  He is far too preoccupied trying to douse his own need to rip 
'something' apart.

The next series of photos reveal that it's Veronica's turn to bust 
nuts.  Now buck naked, Veronica's bald pussy glistens with her own 
love juice as it drips from her hanging labia onto the prone stud's 
outstretched tongue.  Cupped by the stud's massive hands Veronica's 
firm small breasts are absolutely mouth-watering.  She ends up 
completely smothering her cunt-lapping lover with her juicy pie as the 
explicit shoot progresses.  

In the pictures that follow, Veronica has reversed position atop her 
lover's prone body.  She now gives him an unobstructed view of her 
unparalleled ass.  Her dripping pussy hovers just centimeters above 
the young hunk's straining cock before engulfing it whole.  The camera 
captures several especially salacious moments of Veronica brazenly 
riding her steel-hard mount in various states of shear unbridled lust.  
The final photo of the series captures Veronica in a full leg split, 
with the young stud's manhood completely stuffing her tight twat.  A 
look of absolute ecstasy flushes her radiant face.  In the background 
her exhausted lover trembles precariously on the edge of climax.  His 
mouth is agape and his eyes are clenched shut.  

Veronica warmly recalls how her twat was so tightly impaled on the 
stud's cock that it had taken quite a bit of effort to pry herself off 
of it.  She stifles a hot flutter as she remembers just how powerfully 
the sap had started to rise from the poor fucker's balls.

"Honestly, Daddy, I can't believe what happened.  I'd never done 
anything even remotely like that before.  Damn, that fucker really 
brought out the slut in me!"  Veronica giggles, before realizing that 
she'd accidentally uttered the last part aloud.

Composing herself, she continues.  "Get ready Daddy, because the very 
next page was what Billy was grunting out his sick load over.  Believe 
me, I caught the little pervert right in the act."   At this point, 
Billy utters a resounding groan of arousal, which both Veronica and 
her father choose to ignore.

The searing images on the next page literally cause Jim's breath to 
shorten and his eyes to glaze over.  It is painfully obvious to 
Veronica that her father needs to relieve the surging wave front in 
his balls in the worst possible way.

Astride her lover in the 69 position, Veronica prepares to suck the 
stud's stiff salami. Facing the camera, Veronica languidly runs her 
tongue around the tip of the guy's cock.  A thick string of saliva 
stretches from her tongue to his lizard's eye.  She vigorously deep-
throats his monster, while lewdly seducing the lens.    

An older man, apparently Jim's age (and quite impressively endowed), 
suddenly appears in the background.  He has dropped his trousers and 
is furiously beating his meat as he leers over the coupled lovers.

Grunting fiercely, the younger stud finally erupts.  He blasts so much 
sweet salty spunk that Veronica can't swallow it all.  The excess 
oozes from her lips and dribbles down her chin.  Just as she pulls 
away from her spent cum-sicle, the older man fires his copious load 
all over Veronica's awesome ass.

Veronica remembers how intensely her cunt had ached for additional 
attention once she discovered that she had an audience - and a very 
appreciative one, at that!

Next, the teen succubus is astride the younger guy's face.  Her legs 
are spread apart in a full split.  She could gaze right into his eyes, 
if she were looking down. Instead she's fixed a wide-eyed mock-
innocent gaze upon the older man standing above her.  Her luscious 
mouth is open, clearly waiting to suck his limp python back to life.

Apparently, there was plenty of vigor left in the old fucker.  Once 
his pistol is again packing heat, Veronica lifts her lovely legs up in 
the air with her feet crossed to offer a devastating display of her 
glistening naked quim for his lecherous delectation.   Next, 
stretching her legs wide open, Veronica pulls her pussy lips apart.  
Her gaping cunt proves to be an irresistible inducement.

The younger stud, now standing, is intently looking on, savagely 
spanking his monkey.  The older guy, who was just as viciously 
polishing his own pole, now realizes that drilling his dick into this 
young inviting slut will take the edge off a hell of a lot better.

In the following shot, Veronica is on her back.  The older guy is 
forcing her legs apart as he rams his massive rod into her sopping 
slot.  Grandpa pulls out just in time to blast a second messy load all 
over the teenager's pretty pussy.  At the same moment, the younger guy 
unloads again, shooting his cream all over Veronica's face and hair.  
The camera focuses in on the radiantly ecstatic face of a thoroughly 
cum-drenched teen slut.

In the final shots on the page, Veronica is topless but wearing her 
belt of a skirt.  She has pinned a young ball boy against the north 
wall of the tennis court.  His shorts are pulled down to expose a very 
healthy erection for a 13-year old kid.  His cock is standing straight 
out.  Ever the slut, Veronica slams her slick glistening cunt right 
onto the boy's prominent poker as she boldly stares right into his 
eyes.  Naturally, this mercilessly brazen act makes the youngster blow 
his load immediately. The poor kid's eyes roll back into his head.  
It's hard to tell if he is even conscious anymore.  Veronica mugs 
lewdly at the camera as thick globs of virgin spunk drip out of her 
still stuffed slot.

Veronica recalls her surprise at just how quickly the kid was able to 
recover.  Veronica had been so worked up, that her greedy cunt ended 
up squeezing two more massive eruptions from her helpless teen stud in 
less than 15 minutes.  If the poor guy hadn't have collapsed from 
severe loss of fluid, she could have fucked him until his dick fell 
off.

Devilishly, Veronica pauses for a few moments to allow her daddy to 
drink in every cock-draining detail of the obscene action taking place 
on the page.  Finally, she closes the deadly fuck book and sets it 
aside.

"So, now that you've seen all the evidence, Daddy, what are you going 
do?" Veronica demands.

After a very long pause, Jim gains some measure of control over the 
lava boiling at the base of his cock.  "Well honey, I ..."

Mercifully, Veronica interrupts.  "I'm sorry Daddy, but you really 
don't look so good.  My lord, you must be on fire because you're 
sweating so hard.  Maybe you'd better go upstairs and cool off your, 
um, face.  Billy's punishment can wait until later.  I'm much more 
concerned about you." Veronica recites with quite convincing 
sincerity.

But Jim's erection hasn't subsided in the least.  He is quite 
reluctant to get up.  He knows there's no way in hell that he can 
conceal his monster boner from his daughter.  "I can't let Ronnie see 
me like this!  But what if she were teasing me deliberately?   No, it 
still wouldn't matter.  I'm her father; and a father is not supposed 
to have lusty feelings about his daughter, especially such an unholy 
desire to fuck her senseless."

"Look Daddy, I knew full well that showing you my photos was a bit 
risque.  After all, you're obviously a healthy red-blooded male.  It's 
understandable that you might have gotten a little, um, excited.  
Believe me, I won't be offended.  So, get up and go!  Now!"

Immediately, Jim bolts up from the sofa and flies up the stairs.  Yet, 
despite her little speech, Veronica is still dumbfounded by the shear 
enormity of the tent in her father's trousers.

Once Daddy is safely out of the room, Veronica turns her attention to 
the unfinished 'business' between her and her pervert brother.  Even 
though her cunt is on fire from the particularly shameless way she's 
teased her father, Veronica's top priority is teaching Billy a lesson 
that he won't soon forget.

"Let's see.  My naughty little photo show should provoke poor Daddy to 
grunt out at least one monster man-load.  And my sneaky little lap 
dance might possibly inspire another.  The clean up alone [Veronica 
suppresses a wicked giggle at just how much of a mess she expects 
Daddy to make] will take a while.  Plus immediately afterward, he's 
going to need a long nap, to recover.  That should give me more than 
enough time to polish off little Billy." 

"Okay, pimple-faced pervert, Daddy's going to be 'busy' for a while.  
It's your turn now." Veronica declares, with more than a touch of 
malice in her voice.  "I'll just let you stew while I change into 
something a bit more 'provocative'.  In the meantime, you might want 
to contemplate all the vile and disgusting things I'm going to do to 
you.  Oh, before I forget, I'll need to gag you, for your own 
protection, of course."

Billy starts to yell for help, but Veronica quickly silences him with 
a punch to his stomach and a hand over his mouth.  "Listen up, acne-
face!  You will be quiet, or I'm gonna get very violent!  
Understand?!"

Billy sobs quietly while his sister gags him with a handkerchief.  
"Now that's much better, isn't it?!" Veronica smirks.

She gives her now silent brother a final dressing down before heading 
to her room.  "Another pathetic erection, already?!   Christ, I've 
seen hamsters with larger dicks than yours!  So what are you 
fantasizing about now, Billy - my slutty cock-milking or my gaping 
dripping snatch?  Jeez, you're a sick little creep!   Well, we'll just 
take care of that right now!"  

Veronica grabs a roll of plastic wrap from the kitchen, and proceeds 
to wind it at least a dozen times tightly around Billy's groin.  "Now, 
you won't be able to spurt at all.  Not even if I torture you with my 
sluttiest antics.  Even if I stroked your hamster cock until the sap 
boiled in your balls, you still couldn't cum.  But we don't even need 
to go there, since that's never going to happen.  I'd die before 
touching your sickening little worm.  Ta ta, hamster boy!"

Poor Billy finds himself left alone in the living room with no way to 
call for help and absolutely no way to relieve the building tension in 
his balls.  His arousal is literally intense enough to render him 
unconscious.  Billy's sole wish at this point is to be able to go to 
his room, lock the door, and jerk himself into next week.  His slutty 
sister's nasty fuck shots have already made him yank himself so 
fiercely that he nearly wore the skin off.  Even after two crippling 
climaxes, the boy is still in desperate need of relief.  And that's 
the least of his problems.  

First and foremost is Veronica herself.  Billy's absolutely terrified 
of what his vindictive sister might do.  "Will she mangle my pecker or 
just whack it really hard?  She could also put me in a dress, take 
pictures, and plaster them all over my school!  Oh God, what if she 
puts up posters of me as I am now, wearing nothing but my undies and 
with my hands tied behind my back!?"  From past experience Billy has 
learned to rule out nothing when it comes to his diabolical sister.  
The only sure thing for Billy is that his life, as he now knows it, is 
over.

His other problem is Dad.  Billy has no idea whatsoever what his 
father will do to him.  "Oh God, the horrible shame of being led 
around by my pee-pee! Yeah, Dad will definitely have a field day with 
that!   Christ, I'll never live this down!"   Even though Billy has a 
real good idea what his dad is up to now (how could the guy help 
himself!). he realizes it might dampen much of his father's impending 
fury, but not all of it.  Now, though, all he can do is wait (and 
whimper).

After a virtual eternity for Billy, Veronica emerges from her room.  A 
mere 15 minutes has elapsed.  What Billy witnesses when she struts 
into the living room nearly does cause him to pass out.   

Veronica is wearing black high heels, fishnet stockings, and an 
extremely short and tight rubber nurse's outfit, complete with white 
cap.  The obscene outfit doesn't even cover her bald pouting pussy, as 
her crotchless fishnets make sinfully clear!  Veronica's luscious 
boobs spill almost completely out of the low-cut bodice.  In his 
wildest dreams, even on late night cable, Billy has never witnessed 
anything so intensely slutty.  Had his sister not bound his cock so 
tightly he would have creamed his shorts for sure.

"Hey there pervert!  I'm the naughty nurse, and I'm gonna make your 
temperature rise until your balls explode.  Just remember, no 
splashing my nasty rubber uniform!"  Veronica viciously teases.

Veronica then proceeds to seriously work her deadly charms.  "If you 
liked my gaping snatch before, then you're gonna simply love this, 
pervert!"  she taunts.  Veronica now straddles an armchair with her 
legs spread wide open while she pulls her labia apart with her 
fingers.   She has positioned her cunt to show Billy absolutely 
everything.  After several minutes of fingering herself and stretching 
her holes in almost every imaginable configuration, Veronica is ready 
to move on.

"Billy, I'm so goddamned wet, a donkey's cock would slide right in!" 
Veronica teases.  "But since you're a little ... tied-up, and far too 
puny anyway, I'll have to take care of it myself"

Still straddling the chair, Veronica now spends a good 10 minutes 
vigorously fingering and fisting herself to multiple thunderous 
climaxes.  "Oh that feels so goddamn good!" she screams, momentarily 
forgetting all about her father.  Yet, there's been no indication that 
Jim has even left the bathroom.  "Daddy must surely be passed out by 
now", she smirks.

From the pitiful moans filling the room, Veronica knows that Billy's 
balls are pumping like crazy, but there's nowhere for the sap to flow.  
The frustration must be driving the little fuck insane.

"Billy, don't you wish that your tiny pencil were up my snatch 
instead?" she taunts. "On second thought, maybe the little guy would 
feel more at home (if you catch my drift) up my ass!"

After that Veronica lubes up a giant rubber dildo painted like a 
thermometer and shoves it up her snatch.  She feverishly works the 
dildo-thermometer in and out of her pleasure hole for quite some time.  
Several more powerful climaxes ensue.  By the time she's done, 
Veronica's free flowing love juices have thoroughly coated her nasty 
toy.

"Oh Billy dear, would you believe that my latest stud, Tariq, is even 
bigger than this dildo?  That horse-hung fucker really stuffs me, 
which is something no woman (or man) will ever say about you!  By the 
way, if you ever mention Tariq to Daddy, I will kill your ass, plain 
and simple.  No one will even miss you!  Got that?!"

Wearily, Billy manages to nod his head in assent.  Sexually frustrated 
beyond belief, he is just moments away from collapse.

Once her 'work' here is completed, Veronica counts on getting well and 
truly fucked by Tariq.  The well-hung stud is more than equipped to 
give Veronica the vicious dicking she so desperately craves right now.

Twenty-two, dark, handsome, virile, and built like a Brahma bull, 
Tariq is the latest in Veronica's long list of hunky older lovers.  
Veronica is especially fond of this one, primarily since he's been 
able to fuck her senseless for hours on end.  Since meeting at the 
mall nearly two weeks ago [Tariq is with mall security], they've 
fucked each other's brains out almost every afternoon.

Tariq's stamina is phenomenal, something the oversexed Veronica truly 
appreciates.  Somewhat of a sexual dynamo herself, Veronica has gone 
through lovers as often as she buys new underwear.   After a mere week 
or so, their ability to fuck peters off dramatically.  Nearly all end 
up pleading sexual exhaustion (or something pathetically similar).  
Once that happens, though, the guy is history.  Veronica simply will 
not tolerate a man who can't produce wood.   Her fondest hope now is 
that Tariq's nuclear-powered cock not flag anytime soon, at least not 
before she finds somebody else.

"Well, enough pleasure.  It's now time for some pain.  Guess where I'm 
going to shove this [the dildo] now, Billy?" Veronica menacingly 
informs him.

Mercifully, Veronica only jams the lubed rod up Billy's asshole a 
couple of times.  The tears streaming down his face are simply too 
much for her.   Tinged ever so slightly with remorse, she offers to 
grind her snatch up against him for a few minutes.  "Don't get your 
hopes up, brat!  I'm still not going to untie you, and neither am I 
unwrapping you."  Veronica warns.

Unfortunately, Veronica gets so into grinding her slimy snatch against 
the slick plastic wrap that she abandons herself completely to the 
shear pleasure of it.   As the nastiest fuck talk imaginable spews 
from his sister's mouth amidst her constant groans of ecstasy, it 
proves to be too much for the hyper-aroused, hyper-frustrated boy.   
Billy passes out.

"Darn, my fun's just about over!  Only a few more things to wrap up," 
Veronica notes to herself.  "But first I'd better snap a few 
incriminating photos.  Never know when a big sister might need some 
'insurance'."

Veronica darts into her room.  She grabs a camera, a knee-length 
frilly dress [a hideous gift from Grandma that she's vowed never to 
wear], a tube of red lipstick, and some high-heeled pumps.  Returning 
to the living room Veronica carefully unwinds the plastic wrap from 
Billy's groin and unties his hands.  Next she skillfully maneuvers his 
lifeless form into the dress.  Veronica stifles a snicker after she 
forces the high heels onto Billy's bare feet.  "Oh, don't you look 
pretty!" she tells him.  Finally she removes Billy's gag in order to 
smudge a thick swath of lipstick around his mouth.   

She snaps several pictures of Billy wearing the incriminating outfit 
in a variety of embarrassing body positions.  For the last few shots, 
Veronica grabs a spray bottle from the kitchen, and meticulously soaks 
the area where the dress covers Billy's crotch.   "What a naughty girl 
am I!" she giggles as she snaps the last shot.

"Just a few more things to do.  I hope he doesn't come to before I'm 
done", Veronica prays.  

Veronica carefully removes Billy's dress and high-heels, and wipes 
away his lipstick.  She reties Billy's hands behind his back.  

For her parting trick, Veronica dons some rubber gloves.  Stifling her 
own gag reflex, she strokes Billy's still erect cock through his 
underwear until it violently spurts.  The sordid affair doesn't take 
more than a minute or so.  Amazingly, a muffled grunt of pleasure 
emerges from the still unconscious boy.  

"Pervert!" she snaps, as she leaves her younger brother just like 
that.  "Well, I sure wouldn't want to be you when Daddy comes 
downstairs and sees your cum stain!" Veronica laughs.

Veronica quickly cleans up.   She briefly considers changing clothes 
for her date with Tariq, then decides against it.  From her brother's 
response alone, she has a sneaking suspicion just how effectively this 
particular outfit is going to work with Tariq.

Satisfied that her 'work' is complete, Veronica leaves the following 
note for Daddy on the entry hall table

    - - - - - -
    Dear Daddy,

    I almost forgot that I'd promised to study at the library with a 
    friend.  Will be back by dinner. 
 
    Luv you, 
        Ronnie

    PS  Hope you're feeling better.

    PPS  Please make sure that Billy doesn't go back into my room 
         after my other 'private' photo albums [they're in my bottom 
         dresser drawer].
    - - - - - - - -

"Poor Daddy!" Veronica laughs.  "He's going to be critically 'drained' 
by the time I get back.  I'd better bring back plenty of goodies to 
replenish his 'vital fluids'."

Flushed with anticipation of Tariq's furious fucking, Veronica skips 
out the front door, hops in her brand new VW Jetta coupe [Daddy is so 
sweet to her], and speeds away.   


END



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