Sunday School Slut

Trace suddenly sped up, their flesh slapping loudly together as he pounded away into her, the small girl crying out around a bit lip as she tensed and came. Her entire body from the top of her blonde head down to the tips of her curled up little toes tingling with delight.

She gasped for breath, her body slackening somewhat just as Trace groaned, bottoming out inside of his little sister's slippery cunt as he came. His cock twitching almost violently as he let out an unsuppressed groan of delight, pumping jet after jet of his milky seed deep inside of her. Filling her to the point that some seeped out around his unmoving cock that plugged her tight passage.

Cindi shut her eyes, breathing deeply for several long moments before Trace slowly pulled his softening cock from her well used little hole. She bent down quickly and pulled her pink little satin panties back up, trapping the cum that had begun to roll out of her in a light trickle.

Trace wore an expression of utter satisfaction as he leaned back against an adjacent desk, catching his breath. Cindi eyed him cutely and then squatted down in front of him, her little pink glossed lips immediately slurping her brother's slippery, limp cock into her mouth. Trace gasped suddenly, grasping the edge of the table as Cindi bobbed her head back and forth slowly before pulling back, letting his cock plop free from her lips.

She peered up at him with bright blue eyes and licked her lips and swallowed. "There you go. All clean. I'll go in first." She said, rising to her feet as she pressed her lips against her brother's giving him a quick, loving kiss before she turned and headed into the garage.

"Your face is all flushed darling, are you feeling alright?" Cindi's mom asked as she walked into the kitchen.

Sarah was sitting at the table, flipping through a magazine and enjoying a cup of tea. Her hair was tied up like it always was, in a conservative bun with a few stray strands hanging across her brow. She was wearing a simple black skirt and a cream colored blouse buttoned up to the neck.

Cindi sighed at that. Her mother was so repressed, it was a shame she kept her meaty DD cups caged like that. They could be a mighty formidable weapon if she took the time to master them.

"It was just warm outside; I'll drink some water and be fine mommy." She smiled as she moved over to the fridge.

"Hmm where did your brother get off to?"

"He's out in the garage packing his spare roller hockey gear to go down to the rink." Cindi answered, pulling a small water bottle from the fridge.

"It's so nice having him back isn't it?" Sarah asked with a smile.

"Wonderful." Cindi licked her lips. "I have some errands to run mommy, I am going to go meet one of my friends and then I will stop by the rink and come home with Trace."

Cindi moved over to the table and kissed her mother on the top of the head.

"Be careful sweetie, and make sure the two of you are back in time for dinner." Sarah called out as Cindi skipped out of the room.

* * *

Cindi wore an irritated expression as her thumb flipped open her glossy black cell phone, her gleaming blue eyes flashing from the time display and then back up to the entrance of the skate rink. The little blonde sighed; she hadn't had time to change her uniform, much less her panties before she left the house. And even now she could feel her brother's sticky seed like slimy glue causing her panties to stick to her flesh.

She shifted for a moment, her thighs rubbing together as she leaned against the safety rail outside of the skating rink. The huge rink had two tracks, currently one was in use by the Toy Box Killers, the local derby team as they skated through their psychotic training regimen.

"Move your ass Miss Kicks-a-lot!" The tanned, short haired derby captain called out. She was skating backwards at a blinding speed as she watched her teammates moving in an aggressive formation towards her.

The phone beeped with a new text and Cindi looked down, flipping the phone open again as she read the text. Be right there!

She sighed and looked up to the track and then over to her right, the other rink was used exclusively for sports, and currently Trace and some of his old school friends were having a fast paced, but friendly game of roller hockey as spectators watched from the rails and benches beside it.

Her gaze shifting back over to the derby girls who were finishing up their heats, Cindi didn't even notice the arrival of the person she was most anxious to see. A tall, slender asian woman, who had long black hair braided into a single tail which hung over one shoulder approached Cindi and casually leaned on the railing beside her.

"Ahhh Mara." The words rolled off of Cindi's lips with a seductive purr as she turned to look up at the older woman.

Mara cocked her head, her full, red painted lips stretched into a predatory grin as she looked over the young girl. Mara was middle aged, but her figure was still as toned and tight as a girl half her age due to daily runs at the track. The only hint of age showing in random lines near her eyes and mouth, and even then they were subtle and just made her exotic beauty seem even more dignified.

"So what happened exactly?" Mara asked in a hushed tone, leaning on the rail practically shoulder to shoulder with Cindi.

There was no one else around and that paired with the loud noises from the hockey game and derby practice, it was highly unlikely any passerby would hear their conversation.

"Well my dipshit dealer came over and I gave him head, then he gave me the shit. I did a couple of lines and thought I would let him have a little fun. Bastard really was dumb enough to think he was fucking me and not the other way around." Cindi rolled her eyes as she recalled the events of a week before.

"Yeah some people are just really stupid..." Mara echoed, rolling her eyes.

"Well I had forgotten that Trace was coming home from school. Not that it mattered really, except that he showed up a week EARLY to surprise everyone."

Mara snorted a laugh. "I bet you were real fuckin' surprised."

"Mmm hmm! Well I was convinced that everything was going to shit. I mean there I was, legs spread, with this disgusting fucker on top of me. Trace hears the noise and comes to my room to find me like that. I guess he thought Curtis was some kind of robber that was raping me or something."

"How'd you get out of that one?" Mara asked.

"It wasn't too hard, I mean I froze and I was scared shitless of everyone finding out, it was a very compromising situation after all. Then one thing led to another and Trace ended up knocking Curtis right on his fat ass." Cindi sighed and rolled her eyes at the memory.

"Heh that bad huh? I mean Trace is a pretty mellow guy, kinda shy and quiet. But look him out there, with a stick in his hand he's a monster. He's use to dishing out punishment out there and taking it. Its why hockey players are typically in such great shape, all that conditioning..." Mara licked her lips as she watched the match still in progress, her eyes settling on Trace.

"Well if the fat piece of shit had been more preoccupied with pulling up his pants and getting out of there gracefully rather than shooting off his mouth, he never would have got the shit knocked out of him." Cindi sighed. "It could have been worse; Trace was ready to tear into him so I just tried to stay between them until Curtis wobbled his useless ass out of there."

"Well men are stupid Cindi you know that. I bet he added a premium to what he was giving you just for the inclusion of your tight little body." Mara frowned.

"Men are so fucking stupid. That's why I stick to soft young things like you." Mara's voice had shifted from annoyed to a seductive whisper as Cindi felt the woman's hand brush against her warm inner thighs underneath the skirt.

Cindi's face flushed and she let out a soft, quiet sigh, opening her thighs wider for the older woman.

"Mmm don't worry, if you don't want to have to deal with primitive morons I'll more than happily keep you supplied. Seeing as I get this soft, young pussy for free already, the least I could do is charge you friend prices." Mara licked her lips, her well-manicured nails playfully raking at the warm flesh between Cindi's legs as she spoke.

The two looked ahead as they spoke, the closeness of their bodies masking any view as the woman felt up between Cindi's legs.

Not very long ago, Cindi had been in a class at school with Mara as the teacher. It was a hell of a year in which she had lost her virginity to the woman and picked up her coke habit, but that's a story for another time...

"Lunaaaaa!" Cindi heard a voice call out from her right.

She turned her head to see the tanned, short haired derby captain skating over to the entrance of the rink. She waited there as each of her teammates skated out, slapping each of the girls in the ass as they passed by her. Once they had exited the rink the nimble little captain hopped out and skated up to a pair of oddly similar looking blonde men who were standing together.

Eh, maybe they are related? Cindi thought.

Luna, the derby captain, looked back and forth between the two men and then over at Cindi and Mara, tilting her head for a moment. Then, suddenly she lashed out, banging the two men's heads together before shaking her head and skating off. The two looked back up to Cindi and glared.

"I don't like all these gawkers. Let's go someplace more...discreet." Cindi said wearily, eyeing the two men as they headed for the exit with Luna.

Mara giggled and pulled her hand out from between Cindi's legs, bringing a moist fingertip up to her mouth to lick clean as she smiled. "Alright, we can finish our transaction in the ladies room."

The older woman turned, her shapely legs and ass were covered in a pair of tight black jeans, her chest hidden from view by a simple, zip-up red hooded sweat shirt. Even the simple attire couldn't hide the delicate features of the woman's body as she moved, her hips swaying subtly as she led Cindi into the bathroom.

Once the pair had made their way into a stall, Cindi reached up and locked the latch as Mara dipped a slender hand into her pocket and produced a small, heavy bag of white powder that fit in her palm. She held it up with one hand, and then gestured with the other, rubbing her fingertips together. "$300 for this much."

Cindi nodded quickly in agreement, it was a sizeable amount of drugs, easily worth a hundred or more than what she buying it for. Cindi produced three crisp new $100 bills and handed them over to her teacher who dropped the little baggie into Cindi's eager hands.

Mara pushed the money into her pocket and then pulled out a small vile of the white powder, licking her lips as she looked at Cindi. "A little something to hold you over, this one will be my treat."

With that, Mara reached up with her free hand and unzipped her sweater down to the navel of her flat stomach, fanning open the top to expose her perky breasts that were lifted up in a tight, low-cut, black lace bra. She unscrewed the little cap on the vial and tilted it, carefully tapping it with a well-manicured nail, causing some of the powder to sprinkle onto the upper curve of her left breast.

The fine white drug contrasted with Mara's bronzed skin and Cindi could barely contain herself as she dipped her head down, Mara's slender fingers moving back through Cindi's soft blonde hair as the girl eagerly snorted the cocaine off of her teacher's breast.

Cindi shuddered as she crinkled her face for a moment, the drug making her head swim dizzily as she swayed, wearing an expression of momentary stupor before shaking it off.

Mara smiled, using her grip in Cindi's hair to twist the girl's head around, her lips pressing hard into the younger girl's mouth. Cindi feverishly returned the kiss, parting her pink, glossy lips open for the woman's questing, probing tongue.

The pink satin panties that clung tightly to Cindi's bald little pussy quickly became damp, and seeming to pick up on just how quickly her pupil had been aroused, Mara dropped one hand in between them.

Her nails playfully ghosted up Cindi's inner thigh, causing her to squirm under the attention before Mara promptly pushed her hand into the soft, pink panties.

Cindi gasped into the kiss as she felt Mara's index and middle fingers slip effortlessly into her already dripping slit.

"Mmm your little honey pot is already gushing my dear." Mara licked her lips, moving her fingers quickly back and forth inside of Cindi before she moved her mouth down, kissing lightly at the girl's exposed neck.

Cindi was practically standing on the tips of her tightly curled toes as she squirmed under the intensely pleasurable sensation. She bit her lip hard to try to keep from crying out in the middle of the girl's bathroom, but she was having a hard time.

She knew Mara was pushing all the right buttons to make her cry out, maybe even get her caught. And for some reason the added humiliation had her practically wetting herself with excitement.

"You taste so fucking good little peach." Mara purred in Cindi's ear, her tongue flicking out to taste Cindi's earlobe before softly biting it.

Cindi whimpered as she pushed her hips out, grinding against her teacher's fingers which expertly snaked up inside of her tight little pussy, brushing against all the right places to make her scream in pleasure.

"It's so good Mara!" Cindi gasped again, trying to remain quiet by biting down on her lip once more.

Mara's free hand shot up and she gripped Cindi by the chin, jerking the girl's head around to look at her. "What are you supposed to call me in private, little girl?" Mara glared at the girl, her fingers slowing in their pace and intensity as she waited for an answer.

"M-Mistress!" Cindi gasped, her cheeks flushed. "Mistress Mara."

"Mmm if we were in a more private setting I think you would find yourself bent over a bench, but as it stands, I will give you a little reward so you don't forget in the future." Mara licked her lips, her fingers curling up inside of Cindi to brush the upper part of her soft, young cunt.

Mara's fingers began vigorously rubbing back and forth against Cindi's g-spot, adding pressure as her thumb began to flick back and forth over the young girls clit, almost as if she were strumming a guitar.

Cindi nearly shrieked but barely restrained herself, the fear of being caught keeping her in check yet aroused her all the more.

Mara's fingers sped up as she stimulated both of the little slut's orgasmic nerve centers with practiced ease. As Cindi cried out again, Mara reached up and clamped her free hand over the girl's mouth, sliding two slender fingers into it.

Cindi sucked at the digits and continued to whimper and whine as Mara's lips pressed to her neck once more, lightly kissing her just behind the ear as her fingers furiously worked over Cindi's cunt.

The wetness of her young pussy was as audible as it was squishy, as the skilled, older Domina applied her skills. Cindi's head lolled dizzily from a combination of the cocaine and now the intense, forced orgasm she was about to experience. She tensed suddenly, her bright blue eyes wide as her body shuddered and she began to orgasm.

The girl would no doubt be shrieking like a banshee had the fingers not been gagging her, and Cindi's body tensed and quivered, her knees turning to jelly as Mara rubbed hard against the throbbing little bud of her clit. Causing the girl to experience intense, multiple orgasms that rocked her body and nearly made her faint from the intensity of the experience.

After several moments Mara ceased and Cindi's body went slack, she would have fell over had Mara not caught her and used her own body to pin Cindi against the wall of the stall. Her cheeks flushed and her face and neck kissed by a light patches of glistening sweat, Cindi struggled to catch her breath, hugging the woman tightly as she panted.

Mara pulled her hand up and looked at it with a smirk, seeing that she was wet all the way up to the wrist. "My, my, didn't you enjoy yourself?" Mara grinned and then paused, bringing the practically dripped hand up to her mouth which promptly began licking clean.

"Y-yes Mistress." Cindi uttered the words breathlessly. "T-thank you." She sighed softly, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Mara's shoulder. She really could just fall asleep then and there in this position but was careful not to, instead trying to compose herself and regain her breath.

"You're such a good girl. That's why I chose you to be my pet." Mara smiled, tilting her head down to kiss Cindi firmly on the lips, the young girl eagerly kissing back...

A few minutes with a compact and a hair brush in front the bathroom mirror later and the two women emerged from the bathroom, bearing no evidence of their tryst.

"Do you need a ride home?" Mara asked sweetly as they moved through the rink.

"No thanks, I'm riding Trace, er, with Trace later." Cindi said, shifting as she adjusted her skirt.

Mara perked her brow for a moment and then smiled. "Well not if someone else picks him up." She gestured with a subtle nod of her head and Cindi whirled around, to see Trace standing outside of the second track, the hockey game now finished.

He was standing with his helmet under one arm, his dark black hair and face slick with sweat. In front of him, wearing the same conservative uniform as Cindi was a young, pale-face girl with dark red hair.

She had her hands folded behind her back, seeming to squirm around shyly as she talked with Trace, her soft, beautiful features beaming with admiration. Cindi picked up on it like a bad taste in her mouth and almost felt the urge to spit as she narrowed her eyes.

"Isn't that Gwen Johnson?" Mara asked, cocking her head as if trying to remember. "She's in the same year as you, looks like she fancies Trace."

"Dirty little puck-slut is all she is. She's only trying to jump on his cock because he is the Captain. You don't see her on anyone else, just him. Typical fucking rink-rat." Cindi spouted venomously under her breath.

Mara perked her brow and narrowed her eyes at the way Cindi was watching the two, it was obvious that the concern displayed was more akin to a jealous lover than a protective little sister.

"Say little peach?" Mara licked her lips, a thought forming.

"Mmm?" Cindi asked without looking, her eyes narrowed on that little bitch Gwen Johnson standing some 25 yards away.

"Just how exactly did you get Trace to keep quiet about your predicament?" Mara asked suddenly.

Cindi felt a cold knot in her chest and her shoulders jerked and tensed visibly as she bit her lip, hard. Slowly she turned to face Mara, her expression nervous, unsure.

Mara grinned. "Well isn't that interesting..."

Chapter 3

Trace groaned as he gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles practically white as his body tensed. Each time he tried to relax or shift to get more comfortable in his seat, it only opened his body up to even larger dose of intense pleasure.

He noted how Cindi looked perturbed and how she had remained silent on the ride home. But the moment they had pulled into the garage she had unbuckled her seatbelt and silently leaned over as she freed her brother's cock from his pants and began to suck it with a tenacious ferocity.

Being a virgin until just recently, and even then not very experienced in self-pleasure, Trace was still overly sensitive to the intensity of most sexual contact.

As such, he had trouble sitting still as Cindi bobbed her head rapidly up and down in his lap.

Her pink-glossed lips glided up and down the shaft of his cock as she twirled her tongue around the tip. Wet streaks of saliva trickled down his shaft in sticky rivulets as she sucked and slurped noisily, keeping as much saliva in her mouth as comfortably possible to give him the wettest oral service possible. As a result, it was also the noisiest service possible.