Sisters On Camera, part 2 - Sex Stories

Sisters On Camera, part 2

... kept Kerry from slapping Lindley in the face when she presented the dress. "Remember this? I haven't worn it since... third grade? That's right, I was nine." The nude, shivering Kerry crossed her arms over her breasts for warmth. Had it really been three years since she last saw that dress? Lindley was as cute now as she was then, only now she was a horny little sadist trying to squeeze her older sister into an impossibly small dress. "Lindley! You wouldn't even fit into that dress! Your tits would be hanging out like..." "Oh, I know. It'll be a surprise if the principal doesn't send you home the minute you walk in. But look, it's still long enough to cover my ass!" Lindley held the dress against her body, demonstrating that the fabric was indeed just long enough to cover the buttocks. But only if she wore it with the neckline below the nipples. "Too bad you aren't allowed to wear underwear anymore. Remember to use your knees if you bend over!" Kerry sucked in her belly and wriggled into the dress, dejectedly draping the straps over her shoulders. The dress didn't cover her nipples, but if she stood perfectly straight with her hands by her side she could keep her vagina concealed from most onlookers. Lindley gave her bare bottom a pinch to demonstrate just how much skin her sister was showing. Then she stroked and probed Kerry's pussy with her fingers. "Wet already?" she jeered. Kerry blushed and prepared to spend the remainder of the day blushing. Lindley kissed her ...

... goodbye with ample use of her tongue, massaging her clit nearly to the point of climax with her fingertips before pulling away and leaving Kerry alone, wet and frustrated in Lindley's bedroom. - Kerry found her life's new rules to be relentlessly degrading but occasionally fun in a perverted sort of way that appealed perfectly to her warped sexual appetite. When Adam and Roger passed her on to Spencer and James for the day, she found herself forced to sneak into three different boy's restrooms and write "My name is Kerry Shipman and I'm a perverted slut" on the inside door of a stall inside each one, her phone number proudly displayed underneath each time. Nobody contacted her during the school day, but within hours of getting home she would find her phone inundated with pictures of schoolboys' cocks. With a twinge of shame she realized that she enjoyed every aspect of this task. She derived considerably less enjoyment from the alligator clips that Spencer forced her to wear. She spent fifth and sixth periods in agony, squirming in her desk and crossing and uncrossing her legs continually. She wore four clips on each pussy lip and one directly over the clitoris. Her skirt was too short to reach the seat of her desk and she sat on her bare bottom, smearing cunt juice all over the seat of every desk she used. Occasionally she would rub and squeeze her moistened thighs together in an attempt to bring herself to orgasm simply for the sake of providing a distraction from the pain. ...