Big Sister Blues
By Montrose
Mitsy the Destroyer owns her little brother


Being the younger brother has always been a pisser. When I was eight and my
sister was twelve she wanted the my milk money Mom to buy candy with her
friends. One punch in my gut later she had the nickel and I was coughing up
phlegm on the sidewalk.

That was nothing to the day I was 11 and she was 15. I was drawn into her room
by the secrecy of it. Normally her door was closed and locked but now it was
wide open and she was gone. (I should have smelled a trap.) I had to look.
There were posters of muscly men and all kinds of odd undies draped over the
footboard of her bed. There was a long plastic thing that looked like an eight
inch bullet surrounded by batteries. Fragrant lotions and oils sparked my
imagination. I was staring open mouthed around me when she jerked my head back
by my hair. She was like a ninja sometimes.

"What do you think you're doing in here you little freak!" she snarled down
into my ear.

My answer was unintelligible - just gasps and vowels. I couldn't think fast
enough to come up with a lie. She spun me around and smashed me face first
into her door jam before propelling me out into the hall where I slammed into
the far wall and crumpled to the floor, hurting all over.

"Did you get your jollies pawing through my things?" she stood over me, her
hands on her hips.

I tried to crawl away but she pinned me to the floor with one big foot on my
back. Even by then she was five feet 10 and about 145 pounds, way overmatching
my five feet one and 105.

"Answer me, bitch!"

I hated when she called me that. "No! I swear! Please let me go!"

"Make me!"

She knew that was out of the question. It was her way of asking for a bribe.
"I have two dollars from allowance."

"Fuck your two shitty dollars. I want your lawn mowing money, too."

"Please not that! I'm saving for a... OOF!"

She dropped her knee on my back and twisted my head around until I thought she
might pull it off. "That's funny. It sounded like you said something besides
'Yes Mitsy, right away.' Strange how my ears were playing tricks." She gave my
neck one final twist. "Why don't you tell me again about that lawn money."

"Yes Mitsy," I gasped. "Right away."

She squeezed my cheek hard enough to bruise it. "Good little freak. You do
that." She got up and walked into her room, slamming the door. Two minutes
later I had to knock and then wait in order to give her the thirty-seven
dollars I had been saving for a bike. Plus my allowance. She snatched it from
my hands, spat a warm loogie into my eye, then slammed the door again.

Mitsy was the ogre of my childhood.

I cannot express my glee when she left for college. I slept through the night
without fear of being awakened by an arm-twisting harpy looking for pot money.
I ate better not having to look at her
smirking at me from across the table where my oblivious parents accepted her
as the queen of the house. She got the straight A's, in part by letting boys
at school do her homework. She was the star soccer player and tennis player.
She was the prom queen.

I was just the average, nervous, skinny little brother who didn't say much.

In her absence, I flourished. I gained weight. I grew tall. Even my grades
improved. By the end of my senior year in high school I was a starting point
guard on our basketball team - five eleven and 145 pounds. Mitsy spent most of
her vacation time away with friends and hardly ever made it home. She
graduated college near the top of her class and lead their soccer team to a
championship. She moved to the big city and got a job in a big office in a
snap. Her life was still golden.

Anything that kept her away from home was fine by me.

Of course, Mom had to invite her home for my graduation party.

But now I was 18 and she was 22. Not only was I a strong young man, but she
was a settled woman with a career. The humiliation was over.

Right?

The party was already rolling before she arrived. I was playing three on three
basketball with some buddies in the drive when her boyfriend parked his
rumbling Mustang in the street. She got out and ran over to me. I hardly
recognized her.

The constant smirk was gone. Her hair was done up in a sophisticated way
instead of the two blonde braids she habitually sported. The dress she wore
made my friends stop playing and gawk - form fitting and short with a slit up
one side practically to her waist. What little fabric there was shimmered
silver. The high heels made her legs look even longer and stronger.

I felt power in her arms when she hugged me, picking me up as she squealed my
name. "Marky Mark Mark Mark Mark! Look how big you are! My little brother is a
man!" She set me down and pushed me out to arm's length, letting me breathe.
"Let me look at you!"

I couldn't help notice she still towered over me. Okay. There were the three
inch heels, but without them she must still be six feet tall. And what? 160?
170 given how much was muscle? Bigger than me. I could still feel the indent
her tits had made on my chest when we hugged - and tried to forget.

But she was just some office girl now, right? I'm a young athlete getting
ready for college. I shoved the jitters back into my gut and locked them away.

"Mark, meet Josh."

Josh stuffed his car keys into a tight pants pocket and shook my hand. "Mitsy
talks all about what a good brother you are."

"Really?" I looked up at her.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" My friends had crowded around, drawn in by
the charm and beauty of my sister like light to a black hole.

I had to pass names around. Mitsy and Josh shook hands. Then Josh took my
place in the game because Mitsy wanted me to walk her into the house.

She slung her arm over my shoulder where I could feel the weight of it as we
walked toward the house. Her bicep flexed on the back of my neck. She was
still buff. Her smell was something new - jasmine I think. "Remember how I
used to kick your wimpy ass?" she whispered.

"Yeah," I murmured back. "How could I forget?"

"Let's go find out if I still can."

"I don't wanna."

She pulled me down the back hall toward her old room. I dug my feet into the
carpet stopping us.

"No!"

"Scared?" she asked. "Yeah, I guess you are, you sorry little bitch."

Still the same Mitsy. But she hasn't been around since I started hitting the
weights.

She kicked off the heels and shrank to almost my height - a little less
intimidating. "I just thought I would give you one last chance to earn your
balls back," she said. "But if you want to stay a whipped pussy forever,
that's fine with me." She shoved me hard into a wall. "So long, bitch." She
started walking down the hall, back to the party shaking her fanny at me as
she walked.

"Mitsy."

She stopped and turned back to me.

"I never thought I would see the day you walked away from a fight."

She smiled and walked back. "And you never will."

She locked the door once we were in her old room. Mom and Dad had kept it just
as she left it. "Have you decided on a college?" she asked as she pulled a
long silk scarf from her mirror. Small talk? She seemed as cool as ice.

"Yeah," I replied. "Downstate." She tied one end of the scarf to my left
wrist. "What is that..." She held out her left wrist to me with the scarf
draped over it. She wanted us tied together for this fight? It was too late to
back down now. With trembling hands I tied the scarf tight to her wrist.

"No rules," she said softly. "Submitting is the only way to stop the pain.
What do you want to put up for stakes?"

"Stakes..." I couldn't take my eyes off the strip of yellow silk that bound
us.

"Do you like Josh's car?" she asked.

"His car? The Mustang?"

"Make me submit and it's all yours. Deal?"

"What? Sure!" I didn't even question that she could make him give it up. She
could always make guys do anything she wanted.

"Okay then, if I win you have to go out there and give a five minute speech to
the entire party talking about what a loving and supportive big sister I have
been. You will tell them that you never would have made it had it not been for
my support and example."

"You?" I almost laughed.

"I wrote something you can memorize if that helps." She pulled a scroll of
paper from her cleavage and tossed it onto the dresser. "Deal?"

I thought about that Mustang. And how I was coming along on the bench press.
It was time to turn things around with Mitsy. "Deal."

Mitsy drove a shoulder into me and body checked me into the wall. I'm gasping
for air when she steps back and uses the scarf between us to fling me across
the room into the opposite wall, face first. She pulls me back again and clothes
lines me to the floor.

I want to stay flat on the floor and rest, but she pulls me fast up to my
feet. Suddenly, I'm sideways in the air. Mitsy pushed me up and my back
slammed into the ceiling.

"SHIT!" I yelled.

The gleam in her eyes and the contemptuous smirk were back on her face. She
dropped my back down to chest high and pushed me back up, grunting like a
tennis star. Her arms and shoulder bulged. My head hit the ceiling so hard I
saw sparks.

This was not going well. I tried fight back but she spun me around in a circle
until I thought I would puke.

She dropped me onto my feet. I staggered away but she pulled me back by the
scarf tied to our wrists. When I got close, her fist shot out and slammed into
my jaw so hard it sent me away. She pulled me back and delivered a knee to my
gut. I would have fallen, but she caught me in a suffocating bear hug. Her
boobs flattened out as she crushed me so hard my ribs creaked. She lifted me
and shook the last bits of air from my lungs as her arms tightened. The room
turned red before she dropped me face up onto her bed. I sucked in a lungful
of air and tried to sit up. She backhanded me back down.

She was doing anything she wanted to me and I hadn't even taken a swing at her
yet! She was too fast.

She threw a leg over and sat on my face before I could sit up. "Remember when
you used to sneak in to sniff my undies?" she asked. "Well, now you have a
free shot, pervert." She chuckled as she tangled my arms up under her legs and
wiggled my nose deep into her butt.

"I never sniffed..." She adjusted so her groin covered my face completely,
making it harder to talk - and impossible to breathe. But I could smell her
undies - if nothing else. Definitely a jasmine overtone with a fleshy hint of
cum - a mix of man and woman. Her muff was hot on my chin - and dripping wet
through her panties. Did she let her boyfriend fuck her before sitting on my
face?

Humiliating.

I struggled while she punched me in the stomach with blows that felt like
sledge hammers. Then, all I could do is double up and gasp into her ass crack.
She was wearing a pair of those whale tail panties and my face was wedged
fairly tight up there. One hard blow shot my tongue out, onto her asshole.

Humming to herself she moved to sit on my chest, facing me. She flipped a loop
of the scarf around my neck and tightened it. "Got anything to say for
yourself little brother?"

"I submit," I wheezed.

"What a shock." She didn't let up. "You're still a pathetic bitch, you know
that?"

I could only nod yes in response. I could not breathe or speak as she kept
tightening the scarf.

"Aren't you going to thank me for taking it easy on you? I could cripple you -
no trouble. I could even kill you."

I nodded and mouthed a thank you. The room was getting spotty. I. Needed. Air.

She let go and untied the scarf from her own wrist. It loosened around my
neck.

I gulped oxygen.

"Nothing has changed. You're still a pussy. Now memorize your little speech so
you can get out there and tell them how great I am. If you take too long I'll
come back here and make paste out of you." She slid her butt over my face as
she stood.

Did she have to toot on my nose before standing? That was just rubbing it in -
and foul.

"I know it's a long shot, but do you have a girlfriend?"

I nodded, sitting up. I had an amazing girlfriend, actually.

"Is she here?"

I nodded again. I didn't like the direction this was...

"I bet she's a hot little cunt." Mitsy smiled. "I think I'll tell her about
how you like to sniff dirty panties."

Panic gripped my heart. "Don't!" April was my sweet virgin. What would she
think of such a lie?

Mitsy raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to stop me?" She took a step toward me
making a fist and I flinched. "No? I didn't think so." She slammed the door on
her way out.

Once I had the speech memorized I ran through the house until I found April,
my curvy, innocent girl. I heard her over by the fireplace yell out, "Oh my
GOD!" I leaped into the room to see Mitsy laughing hysterically and gasping
back, "It's true! Every word!"

"I'm done," I moaned as beautiful, stacked April looked up and saw me, then
burst into giggles. The two girls clutched each other and laughed. It didn't
look like a conversation I could join.

"What else," I heard April say as I left. "Tell me everything."

There was only one way to stop her from making up more lies. I stood on a
dining room chair.

"May I have your attention!" I clanked a glass with a spoon until everyone was
looking. My parents in one corner talking with the neighbors - all of them
well into their cups. My sister and April. Josh and my buddies. "Attention."
The talk died down.

I cleared my throat. "I know today is a big day for me," I began. My buddies
cheered. Polite applause from the rest. "And I am proud of graduating. But I
just wanted to say a word of thanks to the one person who means more to me,
and has contributed more to my successes through my life than any other single
person. I'm speaking of course, about my magnificent sister, Mitsy."

"Me?" Mitsy stood as if surprised. She shook a finger at me. "Baby brother,
have you been drinking?" Nervous laughter bubbled up from the parents in the
room.

I gulped back bile and tried to remember where I was in the speech. "It was
Mitsy who helped me find my way on my first day of school. She showed me the
ropes and stood up for me."

Lies. It was Mitsy who kicked my ass in front of my buddies day after day.

I can't repeat all the lies again. Each one stuck in my throat. Each one
earned Mitsy fond glances and hugs. And as I continued, I began to look more
and more like a desperate, socially retarded dork who wouldn't have figured
out how to open a door without her guidance and charity.

When I stepped down, the room turned to Mitsy and toasted her. April applauded
and bounced next to her. I, forgotten, stepped out the back door and sat on
the empty patio.

The only person to follow me out was - of all people - Josh, Mitsy's
boyfriend. The owner of the Mustang I didn't win. He flopped down with a beer
in his hand. "It's a bitch getting' your balls handed to you like that, aint
it?" He sucked on his beer after saying this.

"What?"

"You think I don't know that your sister made you say all that crap? Hell, she
made me write the speech."

"Made you?" Josh was a broad chested man standing six three at least. He must
weigh 20 pounds more than my sister.

"Made me," he replied decisively. "Knocked me down, sat on me, beat the shit
out of me and then rubbed her pussy in my face until I passed out from lack of
air."

I blushed. Nobody had ever made reference to Mitsy's... muff in my presence. I
could still smell it. I crossed my legs. Was I supposed to defend her? It
seemed like a silly idea given she could kick both of our asses, apparently.

"So... You're her..."

"Boyfriend? More like one of her toys. Last night she had me and another guy
up the ass with a strap-on for several hours before deciding I was going to be
the lucky one to accompany her back home today. I guess I managed to last the
longest before breaking down and begging for mercy. Your sister doesn't have
boyfriends. She has slaves. Lots of slaves." He stopped for another swig of
beer. "Even where she works."

"She's an analyst," I murmured.

"More like anal-ist." Josh chuckled. "She found a vice president who liked
tough girls and bent him over his desk during the interview - fisted him in
his own office before she was even hired. Now she collects a six-figure salary
to show up once a week and fuck him up until he's a whimpering wet pile." He
finished his beer. "Please don't let on that you know, or that we spoke."

The hubbub around Mitsy was dying down inside.

"I better get going," Josh said. "I told her I was heading out front for a
smoke." He jumped the fence toward the front. Soon I saw a plume of smoke over
the fence.

April came out next, with a dreamy look in her big blue eyes. She plopped her
round bottom down next to me, making her bosom bounce on impact. "Wow... Mitsy
is the coolest!"

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Your sister is SO amazing!" April rubbed her legs together, squirming in her
seat. "And so HOT! Oh my god, I hope I look like her when I get older." She
would have to gain two inches and drop a couple of cup sizes.

I could see her nipples getting hard through her tight top. Was she getting
the hots for my sister? "Oh god," I moaned and put my head down into my hands.

April's arm wrapped around my shoulders. "Don't feel so bad, Marky. Nobody
expects you to be as cool or funny or smart or sexy as her." She patted my
back; actually patted my back sympathetically. Every tap was like a hammer
striking a nail deeper into my coffin.

"Still, it must have been delicious to have her taking care of you and looking
out for you. I wish I had someone like that."

"April?" I said. How could I get her attention back to me?

"GOD is she sexy," April moaned to the backyard in general. Her breathing was
deep like when she let me finger-bang her. That's as far as we ever went. Last
week she gave me a hand job in return, with promises of more tonight. A blow
job was implied. I would have to get her mind off my sister first...

Mitsy popped her head out of the house. "April? How would you like to come
back to the city with me for the weekend?"

"Really? That would be so COOL! Let me just go tell my parents." ZOOM - she
dashed off not even asking if I was going to be joining them.

Mitsy smiled at me. "You know I'm going to fuck her brains out and ruin her
for you, right?"

I nodded, almost ready to barf on my shoes.

Mitsy laughed and went back inside to enjoy my party - the one where she had
managed to become the center of attention.

About an hour later I watched Josh drive off with Mitsy and April in the back
seat. April waved at me while Mitsy kissed her shoulders. April melted in her
hands. I swear they were French kissing and Mitsy was pawing under April's
short skirt before they were even off the block.

It had taken me seven dates and a lot of begging to get that far.

Everyone left fairly soon after that. The party didn't have any life without
Mitsy, they all said.

Late that night, my cell phone rang. I answered it in a daze alone in my room.
"Hi little brother!"

"Oh god."

"The slurping sound you hear is your girlfriend sucking my clit while my
friend Consuela licks her tight gash from the rear." I could hear April softly
moaning just like she did when I had three fingers up her tight clam. There
were also wet licking noises.

"Oh god!" I couldn't help it that I got hard and listened for every gasp.
Mitsy was having April like I had only dreamed about! Tonight she was supposed
to be giving ME head for the first time!

Mitsy came back on. "Damn, this girl has talent." She purred. "Holy shit....
I'm gonna ride you hard for this, pretty girl." I heard a loud smack.

April giggled in the background. "Oh Mitsy! Spank me some more!"

Several more smacks followed, accompanied by moans of pleasure from April. My
ear was glued to the phone. My left hand slid into my pants. I could imagine
her round hams vibrating with each spank. I pulled my meat as I listened.

Mitsy dropped her phone and snarled, "Oh you naughty girl!" It sounded like
she attacked April. "Get the fuck out of the way, Consuela." I listened to
them moan and scream for the next two hours. It went from random noises to
rhythmic pulsing moans - I could almost see Mitsy, strap on attached, fucking
April hard just by listening to the sounds. Near the end, April sounded like
she was being murdered, but she kept yelling "YES!" and "It's so BIG! I'm
gonna... I'm gonna... OH MY GOD!"

"God she's flexible!" Mitsy grunted, still banging April, apparently. "Her
feet are up by her ears, bro! Consuela, sit on her face. She's being too
noisy."

"Si Mistress."

April's muffled grunts followed for several minutes. "Oh... fuck... oh...
god... fuck... yes... oh..." Consuela harmonized with groans of her own - I
imagine she was rubbing her muff on April's face.

My left hand filled with my own jiz as April screamed once more. The sound was
so primal it made my hair stand on end.

"Had enough, bitch?" Mitsy asked.

"Do me again!" April panted. "PLEASE!" Consuela must have moved. I could hear
her plainly.

"Not you, pretty girl. I was talking to my brother."

"Oh!" April giggled, breathlessly. "Who cares what THAT bitch wants?"

"Kiss my tits, baby."

"Yes, Mitsy. Anything you say."

Mitsy picked up the phone. "You wanna hear the rest? I'm gonna take her up the
ass next."

"OH!" April chirped with glee. "I've never done that before either!"

Either? Was she saying that my sister had just popped her cherry? And all I
got to do was listen on the phone? That was supposed to be my cherry to pop!

"Shut up, April," said Mitsy.

"mmmmm," April complied. It sounded like she had a mouth full of my sister's
boob.

"So, do you wanna hear more, baby bro?" Mitsy's voice was too seductive to be
a sister.

I did. I wanted to hear it all, but I couldn't tell Mitsy that. "Oh god...
No?" It sounded like I was pleading for more.

She laughed and then it stopped - she had hung up. I wasn't going to get to
hear more. But they would keep going. I knew that.

I dialed back. Humiliating, but I couldn't resist.

April picked up. "UNGH!" she grunted, deep and throaty.

"April, it's me."

"FUCK!" April yelled in my ear. "SLOWER! GOD! PLEASE! YOU'RE KILLING... MY...
ASSHOLE!"

I could hear Mitsy grunting in the background. "Suffer, you silly bimbo. Josh,
crawl under and eat her pussy. That'll give her something else to think about.
Jerome, hand me those nipple clamps and the flail. Consuela you tramp, put
down that vibrator and make me a margarita. Let's give this girl a night
she'll never forget."

"Yes (Si), Mistress." Voices answered together. Was there a crowd of people
getting ahead of me for luscious, curvy April?

"Josh!" I yelled. "What's going on?"

"Silence that," Mitsy said. "Fuck is she tight for a girl with birthin' hips."

The line went dead. I dialed back once more, but it went right to taking a
message.

When would the torment end? I shuddered and slumped back on my bed, marinating
in my own cum. If I ever got married she would probably take my wife long
enough to ruin that, too. I was owned for life.

Two weeks later I got a call. "April!" I almost yelled into the phone when I
saw her number. "Are you all right?"

"Better than ever, Mark." Her voice had a confidence and level of focus to it
that hadn't been there before. It threw me for a second.

"April? Are you..."

"Meet me at the Lake Side Motel south of town at five PM tonight. Rent room
6." The line went dead.

I stood puzzling over this for a while. On the one hand, it sounded very
promising. On the other, it was a little scary. I had never actually had sex
before. Now that my sister and her friends had shown April the ropes, would I
be able to keep up?

Still, a girl who looked like an 18-year old Anna Nicole Smith/Marilyn Monroe
hybrid had just invited me to a sleazy motel. How often does that happen? Like
never?!?

I pulled together my graduation gift money (thankful that Mitsy hadn't taken
it from me) and headed out.

I was pacing the motel room when April came in at 7:30. She had a big black
purse over one shoulder and the scantiest black dress she could possibly wear
in public.

"Wow! You look great," I said. "Wow!" Normally, she dressed so preppy. This
was quite a break.

She locked the door, and chained it without replying.

As she strode toward me she settled the bag on a desk. She had a look in her
eyes like a cobra. I smiled and put out my arms to embrace her. Her arms went
around my ribs and she lifted me, continuing on to the bed where we fell over,
her on top, knocking the wind from me. My hands slid up her thighs to her firm
hips. She slid up and landed her colossal rack on my face, then clamped her
arms around my head. Her legs vined around mine and locked them in place.

My hard on pulsed, longing for her attention. In the dim light deep within her
bosom I noticed the shape of a turtle. "Is that a new tattoo?" I kissed it.
April snuggled my face deeper. It was getting stuffy fast. "Honey, I can't
breathe," I called up.

"Shut up bitch," she replied.

"What?"

It was dawning on me that I might be in a small amount of trouble. I tried to
roll over, but she held me in place. I fought harder but still nothing.
"April! Let go!" She was almost as tall as me and about the same weight. I had
no idea she was so strong. I struggled for all I was worth.

April laughed. "I got you, bitch," she snarled. "Go ahead and wear yourself
out."

"Stop calling me bitch!" Things were getting desperate. I needed air NOW. "Let
me go!" I gasped, punching her side. She ignored the blows.

April spun around so fast I couldn't react - foggy as I was from lack of air.
I sucked in one lung full before she clamped my head between her thighs with
my face mashed into her meaty muff - no panties.

She squeezed. I thought she would crack my head like a nut between her hard
thighs. I cried out in pain, but she only squeezed harder, slipping into a
reverse figure four, grinding my face into her quim and asshole.

Once my struggles grew weak, she sat up and slathered her moist pie all over
my face, moaning softly. "Your sister was right. You're nothing but a pussy
boy." She humped faster and faster until she came, shooting it from my eyes on
down into my mouth. Twisting my nipples she snarled, "Swallow."

I did. Every bit. And I slid my tongue out for more. This was more like what I
had hoped for, except for the pain. She continued dripping wetness on my face.
I licked and swallowed her juice, still hard for her but unable to get on top
and do anything about her insults.

After a final shudder she said, "Enough. You're ready," suddenly getting all
business. "And I have a job to do." She jumped up and flipped me over, face
down on the bed.

"A job?" As I struggled to my hands and knees, she clamped my ankles into iron
cuffs and attached those to the bed. I turned to tug at them. "Hey!"

April backhanded me in the face. "Leave those alone," she commanded.

"Why you!" I reached for her neck.

She grabbed my arm, put my wrist into a cuff and attached that arm to the bed.

"April! Stop!"

"Make me." she tweaked my nose and cuffed my final arm. I was trapped on my
hands and knees on the bed.

"Please," I begged.

From the big bag she took a tripod. To that she attached a video camera and
pointed it at me.

"Oh god," I moaned. "No."

April smiled. "Save it for the video, bitch." My mouth fell open as I watched
her slip a harness around her hips with a cock attached to it.

"Why?!?" I shouted.

"Mistress Mitsy demands it," she replied as she checked the camera for focus.
"It's for her online business."

"Online ..."

"Porn videos. Okay we're rolling."

I struggled against my restraints and begged for release. April gave me a
silent thumbs up from behind camera and lubed up her cock. She picked up a
flail and composed herself - getting into character I guess. She stepped into
frame sneering down her nose at me.

I yelped when she smacked my bottom with the flail. "Keep beggin', bitch," she
purred. "I like that."

I began to cry as she pulled my pants down. "Please don't! I'll do anything!"

Well... long story short, I did anything anyway. I sucked her boner when she
jammed it in my face. I took it up the ass. I was smothered under her round
hips. All the time she whipped me and spit in my mouth and called me names.

After a half-hour, she stopped for a costume change (into a black leather cat
woman get up) and started up again for another video. (Damn she looked good in
it.) She had two more costume changes before she was done with me. During the
last video (her wearing a schoolgirl outfit with her strap on) she unchained
me, as I was defeated and compliant. I took that bone like a pro at this point
- deep throating as fast as she could thrust. She didn't even have to pull on
my ears anymore. "Damn bitch," she grunted. "I feel like I should be taking
notes. You're the best cock gobbler I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot
lately."

Near the end she got me hard again (her hooters smacking my face for a few
seconds was all it took) and jerked me off, making me cum in my own eyes for a
close-up, all balled up with the camera in my face. She finished by peeing in
my mouth until it spilled into my ears.

"That's a wrap," she said as she got up and began breaking down the camera. I
coughed and swallowed, barely able to move. Her pee was salty and upset my
stomach.

She packed up as I whimpered on the bed, naked and lashed with red whip
tracks.

"Good times Marky." She patted me on the head. "You did all right for a
pussy." April searched my pants pockets and found the remaining graduation
money - a little over 300 dollars. It vanished into her ample cleavage without
a word. "By the way, your porn star name is 'Bitch Boy.' Mine is 'April
Showers.' Cute right? That's why I peed on you - the golden shower thing is
kind of a trademark for me." She rolled her big eyes. "You would be shocked to
hear how many guys love that. But whatever, right? I'm gonna get 50 percent
from the profits on these videos, so, you know, I wanted to give the guys what
they like."

She was getting 50 percent? I assumed my sister would get the rest and me
nothing.

She checked her makeup in a mirror, applying a little more lipstick, much
redder than she used to wear. "Bye-bye bitch." She clomped out leaving the
door wide open.

My ass throbbed in pain. And April was walking out of my life. She was taking
my pride, my cash and my virginity and walked out on me. I crawled to the
door. "April," I croaked, my throat all used up.

She placed her bag into a sleek new car I had never seen before and walked
back to stand over my prone body. "What, bitch?"

I said the one thing I thought might get her to see me again. "You jumped me.
I want a rematch."

She grinned. "Are you really that stupid? SURE! I'll be happy to make more
videos of me humping you into paste." She turned on her heels and laughed all
the way back to her car. She sprayed gravel on me as she peeled out.

I shut the door so that the maid would stop staring at my used up naked body.

Mitsy turned my virgin girlfriend into a cheap porn star and sent her to rape
me? This was a new low. What has been unleashed on the world? My sister, Mitsy
the Destroyer, is out there somewhere, owning lives, mine included. But I
would get my pride back. As soon as I was recovered.

Once somewhat healed, three weeks later, I called April and got her message
machine. "Speak at the tone. If I feel like it, I'll call back." BEEP.

"April? Yeah... hi... Uh, It's Mark. And I was hoping to see you again... for
that rematch. Call me back? Okay... bye."

An entire month passed before she called back. "April!" The longing in my
voice was obvious. I missed her.

"Room six. 9pm. Bring cash, bitch."

I scrambled to empty my bank account and make it to the motel by 9. Wait until
I had her pinned under me with my rod in her tits! She would be mine then.

When she came in she dropped the black bag on the desk. "Mind if I set up
early?" she asked. "We can capture the fight too."

"I don't mind." I watched her work, setting up the camera in a corner. Every
time she bent over in her little sailor skirt, it rode up, exposing her bum. I
was rock hard by the time she was done. It looked like she had put on a little
firm weight since I last saw her.

"Don't let me jump you this time," she said as she circled me once the camera
was recording. "Make the first move."

I got my hand on her shoulder. April pulled it off and twisted my arm behind
my back so hard I bent down to keep her from ripping it off. She flipped a leg
over and clamped my neck between her thighs. She moved us so that the camera
had a good shot of my face sticking out under her butt. "Is that all you got?"
she teased me as she crushed my skull in quick burst - FLEEEEEX and relax...
FLEEEEEX and relax..... Her hams popped into two hard beach balls of meat with
each flex. Her thighs took on tongue dropping definition.

"UNGH!" My skull creaked and blood pounded in my ears.

After a few more iron-thigh crunches, she let me go. "Take another shot,
bitch. You can't be that pathetic."

I caught my breath before standing and I was steaming. I was so mad I swung a
punch at her. How dare she toy with me! April ducked it and slapped my face
hard in return. That just got me madder so I swung two more. She ducked the
first, blocked the second then leveled a punch to my temple that knocked me to
the carpet seeing stars. I might have blacked out for a moment.

She circled me as I staggered back to my feet. "You're a lot stronger than I
remember."

"You mean these guns?" She lifted her arms and exposed huge mounds of bicep to
the camera, her back to me. She kissed the right one. "Yeah, I've been working
out." She winked at the camera and blew it a kiss. She turned back to me.

As I put up my fists, she moved me so that the camera had a good angle. I knew
I needed to cause some damage fast or I was done for, so I shot a quick jab at
her jaw. She blocked it. I crammed a left into her belly, landing it hard.
Finally! I landed a punch! She didn't give any impression that she even felt
it. I delivered two more to her gut.

"Are you trying to hurt me or tickle me?" she asked.

I swung at her face. She wasn't letting those land, though, and she easily
swatted my attempt to the side. Then she turned and shot a foot up into my
face. I finally remembered - she'd been taking martial arts since she was
five.

I was fucked.

I flew back onto the bed feeling the heat of her shoe imprinted on the side of
my face. April jumped and landed her big ass onto my chest, pinning my arms
under her legs. She grabbed my hair and punched me in the eye a few times,
swelling it shut. "There's a souvenir for you bitch - a black eye. That's
gonna look good tomorrow!" She moved a little to give the camera a good look
at my face.

"You want another shot?" she asked rubbing her damp clam on my lips and nose.

"Yeah," I gasped and sputtered up into her groin. , It would give me a chance
to run for it. I was getting killed!

She hopped up and pulled me to my feet in front of the camera. I almost fell
down, but she held me up. I shook my head and angled toward the door. I tried
to punch her a few times, missing wide. Then I made a dash for the door. The
damn chain slowed me down.

April plowed into me from behind, flattening me into the hard wood and driving
out all of my air. "Oh, no you don't." She got me in a headlock so tight I
couldn't inhale and walked me over to the camera for a close up. "This little
bitch just tried to run out on me!" she told the camera. "I think I'll fuck
him up the butt for that. Don't you think I should, friends at home?"

"No please," I gasped.

April smacked my mouth, then stuffed my face into her boobies until I passed
out from lack of air. "I wasn't talking to the bitch, was I my sexy friends at
home? He should learn to keep his stupid mouth shut. Well, don't worry. I'll
teach him."

I woke up already being ass raped. I could tell by my raw throat that she had
fucked my face while I was out cold. My hips were on fire. SMACK a wooden
paddle explained why.

I screamed.

"Look who finally woke up!" April giggled and picked up her pace. She pulled
back on my lips and abused me so hard I lost consciousness again.

April was still inserted behind me but had stopped humping when I came to
again. She was counting money out on my back.

Someone else was in the room.

"$479, boss," April said. Yeah, that was the money from my bank account - all
of it.

"That's good enough," said Mitsy. "I'll take that and you can have all the
proceeds from the video you just shot. It should do pretty well."

"Thank you, Mistress," April cooed. Mitsy pulled April's hair back, lifting
her face for a long, wet kiss. I could feel April tremble with joy through the
boner she had up my rump.

I looked up at Mitsy the Destroyer. She smirked down at me while April kissed
her hands. "You really are a pussy boy, you know that?"

I glared.

April smacked my ass with the paddle. "Answer the lady!"

"YES!" I cried.

"So long, April." Mitsy took the camera with her. "Have fun." She left.

"You gonna want another chance, bitch?" April asked me. "Or are you done?"

"Done." I gasped. "Stop? Please?"

She pulled out and flipped me over on the bed, crawling over me to sit on my
face as she removed her boner. No air. Her big butt smelled like lavender.
Beautiful.

"Lick my brown hole," she said.

I did as commanded. "Air?" I asked. She didn't respond.

The next thing I knew it was light out and I was alone in room 6. My hair was
matted and the mattress around me was soaked - pee. My phone rang. My throat
was raw from gagging down fake cock. I picked up the phone and gasped into it.

"Marky? It's April. Did you have fun?"

My heart pounded making my head hurt more. "Fun?" I croaked. "Uhm..." Why was
she calling me? I still wanted her, but I was afraid she would kill me with
her new rough ways.

"Great news," she said. "The videos I made with you are downloading like
crazy! I'm making a fortune! The school girl one is famous! People have posted
the facial you gave yourself all over the web. And the sailor girl one looks
like it might be even bigger!"

I tried to process that. The world was watching me get beat up and raped by a
stacked girl? How could I ever show my face again?

"So I decided we should making more." Her voice was so seductive, I almost
said yes please.

"Oh god..." I whimpered.

"Yeah, I know," she said. "I was kinda rough on you. How about I make it up to
you. I'll let you lick me without hurting you for a while tonight. You can buy
me dinner too, and we'll talk."

I was growing hard thinking about her clit. How many times had she banged me
and I have only gotten one hand job from it - and that one landed in my own
face - and was now going viral. "I'm broke," I whispered.

"Hmmm... maybe I should get someone else."

"NO! PLEASE! I'll find money! I'll sell my bikes! I'll sell everything!" I
wondered why I had to sell stuff when I was making her rich, but I was afraid
to press the point.

"Hmmmmm... well... okay. I'll give you another chance," she said. "Just
remember, you are totally replaceable. Six tonight, the same place. Wear that
mesh shirt of yours so I can rip it off of you." She hung up.

So... I had some sort of relationship with April, right? Like her slave or dog
or something. Maybe it would turn into more. I picked up my life as I rocked
to my feet. We would talk it over, she had said.

I'll beg for whatever I can get and then take what she gives is more like it.
I cried in the shower.

Damn Mitsy. She had taught April well.