Bible Belt - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Bible Belt - Part 2

... “Mmmmmmm.” “Anne, you feel sexy. You are a sexy creature. You are a sexual being. You love sex. You were built for sex. Sex is sexy. Sex, sex, sex.” Anne started to squirm around her seat a bit. Her hands started to go up and down her body, like she was carressing herself. When she was coming up the bed to put her mouth on my cock, she...I dunno how else to put it, she slithered up. It was one smooth, silky motion, and that’s sort of what she was doing now. Only her hands were moving, but I could swear she was slithering around the car seat. I don’t know if this is too much information or something, but I have to admit—I got hard. Watching my sister moan and touch herself is pretty sexy in itself, but on top of that, I had to agree with Brad. My sister was built for sex. Fuck she was hot. “Tell me, Anne, tell me how you feel.” “Mmmm,” she moaned again. Her voice breathy, almost panting, but still strong. “I feel sexy. I was built for sex. My hands are sexy, my hands were built for sex. My hands know how to make guys happy. My mouth is sexy, my mouth was built for sex. I know how to use my mouth to make guys happy. My hands were built for cock. My mouth was built for cock. My body is for sex, I want to be used for sex...” Every time she said sex, her voice got a little bit higher, a little bit less controlled. “It’s right for men to use you for sex.” “It’s right for men to use me for sex.” “When you see a cock, what will you want to do with it?” “I’ll want to suck it.” ...

... “The first cock you see, what will you want to do with it?” “I’ll want to worship it with my hands, worship it with my mouth.” “The first cock you see, what will you think of it?” My sisters hands stopped carressing her body. One snaked down to between her legs, to where I couldn’t see. The other extended two fingers, and she started sucking on them, she started using her mouth on them in ways that were extremely familiar to me. “I will love it.” Masturbation was something that was still a guys-only sort of idea to me, but I could see Anne’s arm moving around down there, and I was starting to get the idea. “Stop, Anne.” Two words from Brad, and she froze. Literally froze—I couldn’t see a single tremour, a single muscle moving on her body. It was amazing. Brad leaned in, and Anne’s face turned to face his. “You can’t come until today’s lesson is complete. Do you understand?” “Yesssssss”, she hissed, like a sexually frustrated kettle. “Your hands are made for cock. Your mouth is made for cock. But God gave you more gifts than those.” For the first time, Brad reached out and touched Anne. He steered her hand to her sweater—it was one of those ones that button down the front. It was pink, woollen. The little old ladies in church loved it, and she always got a few comments when she wore it on Sundays. He moved her hand to her buttons, and pushed the sides of it, like he was clicking a mouse or something. Almost like it was happening without Anne’s control, the hand deftly started ...