Dominating My Older Sis 6: Humiliating Big Sis

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Six: Humiliating Big Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Juana Campo

The collar jingled about Carmelita’s neck as she walked through the cafeteria, heading away from my side. My obedient sister-slave strutted, her tight skirt gripping her curvy ass. Dark-brown hair bounced about her shoulders. Students glanced at her, boys with hungry eyes.

Maybe I’d sell her ass to a few of the boys. My lezzie slave would hate that. It would make her feel so much shame and humiliation. She’d cum so hard. That made my pussy clench so hard, itching in the skimpy pair of panties I wore today.

I followed, licking lips, loving the power. Carmelita’s surrender was so sweet. She snuck into my bedroom this morning, while our parents were just getting up to start their day, and drank my morning piss and licked me to a wonderful, if quiet, orgasm.

She risked getting caught by our father, being revealed to be a lesbian to the bigot. I was so proud of her.

And now she had more to do. My sister had restitutions to make to all the girls she bullied, all the lesbians she degraded. I wasn’t the only person she’d blackmailed into licking her pussy, heaping shame and derision on us because she hated her own desires. But I freed her.

Carmelita stopped at Tonya’s table, a blonde lesbian. The girl tensed, seeing my sister.

I moved close enough to hear.

“I’m so sorry for bullying you, Tonya,” Carmelita said. “I…I took out my own self-hatred on you because…” Deep breath. “I’m a lesbian.”

“No shit,” Tonya muttered, an edge to her voice, brittle. Her pale face trembled, her body shaking like she prepared to flinch.

“So, to make it up to you.” Carmelita glanced at the other girls sitting at the table staring at her. “I will eat your pussy.”

Tonya’s jaw dropped.

“I’ll be in the bathroom. Last stall. If you want…” Carmelita licked her lips. “I will make you cum so hard, Tonya. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. I’m a dyke-cunt. A pussy-licking lezzie-whore. And I do it so well. You’ll cum so hard. And… And you can even piss in my mouth! I’ll drink it all! I’m a lezzie pee-whore!”

A dark blush scorched Carmelita’s golden-brown cheeks as she turned and rushed towards the bathroom, her shoulders hunched. The girls at the table buzzed, whispering about what just happened. It would spread through our college.

Everyone would know by the days end Carmelita loved pussy.

I grinned, my cunt so wet. She said everything just the way I told her. As she passed me, I gave her a nod. She shuddered, nipples poking against the front of her thin blouse, her tits swaying without any bra to constrain them.

I followed.

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Carmelita Campo

I trembled, my knees aching against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. Sounds echoed through it, girls washing their hands, toilets flushing, clothing rustling. I licked my lips, cunt juices dripping down my thighs. My Sister-Mistress didn’t allow me any bra or panties to wear. I shifted, my dog collar jangling, the rough canvas irritating my throat.

I was a bitch. A lezzie-cunt-whore-bitch. I had to be punished, degraded.

Feet appeared before the stall door, a pair of black Mary Janes over white socks, frilly bands at the ankles. My heart beat faster and faster. The stall door wasn’t locked, just closed. It creaked. Delicate fingers, nails painted pink, grasped the top.

Paused.

Please, please come in. I wanted to shout that. My heart screamed in my chest. Fresh beads of cream worked down my thighs. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please my Sister-Mistress and make it up to Tonya and the other girls I’d mistreated.

Only I deserved to be treated so badly. I deserved to be punished for denying who I was. Juana, with Clint’s help, set me free.

The door creaked open.

Tonya stood there, her face still pale. She stared at me, the hem of her pink skirt an inch above her knees shifting as she trembled. She studied me, her chest rising and falling as she breathed. Green eyes bored into me.

“This is real? It’s not a trick?”

“Not a trick,” I answered. “I am so sorry. I was just taking out my own demons on you.” Tears fell down my cheeks. How could I have lied to myself so thoroughly I convinced myself I wasn’t a lesbian? That I didn’t crave this?

Tonya stepped in. I caught a glimpse of Juana leaning against the long counter dotted with sinks. My Sister-Mistress smiled at me, looking so beautiful and petite, her hips shifting. She’d have a hot pussy, too, but she could control herself. Clint had taught her so much.

Then the door closed. Locked.

Tonya took a deep breath. “T-take off my panties and… And lick me.” Pause. “Slut.”

“I’ll do it all,” I moaned, my hands touching her knees. I slid higher, caressing her thighs, hands vanishing beneath her skirt. She trembled, her green eyes fluttering, blonde hair rustling. “I mean it. I’ll drink your piss.”

An eyebrow arched. “You like that?”

“No,” I groaned, reaching her panties. Cotton and plain. I hooked the waistband, tugging them down. Tonya shuddered. I licked my lips as the soft pink cloth appeared, rolling down her legs, past her knees.

And then they were off and I was lifting her skirt, exposing her blonde pussy. How many times had I stared at that cunt, pretending to abuse her while secretly hungering to do just this. I leaned in, breathing in her sweet musk, beads of dew appearing on her curls as she trembled.

“You’re really going to eat… Yes!”

My lips nuzzled against her pussy, her pubic hair brushing my lips and chin, as silky as my Sister-Mistress’s. Her skirt fell over my head, plunging me into darkness. My tongue slid out of my mouth, caressing through her folds. Her juices coated my organ, bursting with her delicious flavor.

Her moans exhaled from her open mouth. She shuddered, my tongue sliding through her pussy lips again. And again. I gathered her cream, savored it as I pressed my lips tighter against her pussy. My hands seized her ass beneath her skirt, squeezing and kneading her.

I savored the darkness beneath her skirt, the musky warmth. Her scent wafted around me, juices running down my chin to my throat. I shivered, my pussy groaning hotter and hotter as I groped her perky rump. Ate her yummy cunt.

“That’s it,” Tonya moaned. “Oh, yes, I knew you were a lezzie-whore! I knew you wanted to eat my pussy! You took my cherry! That strap-on was huge! I’d fuck you with it right now!”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching. “I’d let you!”

Her hips undulated, the pleasure shivering through her. She smeared her hot flesh on my lips, her pubic hair tickling my face. I loved the feel. My tongue plunged over and over through her folds, teasing her silky petals.

Then I shoved my tongue into her snatch. I buried it deep. She groaned and shuddered, back arching as I worked my tongue in and out of her hole. I fucked her pussy with it, wiggling through her depths, making her moan.

“Yes!” she hissed. “That’s it. You dirty, filthy dyke. Eat my pussy!”

Her voice grew louder. Other girls in the bathroom had to hear her, had to know I was eating her pussy. The entire student body would know what I was: a pussy licker and a piss drinker. My cunt boiled. Juices poured out of me, staining my thighs. I wanted to masturbate.

I didn’t have permission.

I clenched my fingers hard into Tonya’s ass, fighting the urge to be bad and touch myself. I concentrated on her pussy, on fucking my tongue into her depths. Then I slid through her folds again, petting her petals and brushing her clit.

She loved that.

“You nasty dyke-slut!” she hissed. “That’s what you called me. A carpet-muncher. A muff-diver. A disgusting pussy-licker! Mmm, lap at my cunt, you filthy lezzie-whore! You’re a piece of shit for eating my snatch!”

I shuddered, her insults making my pussy wetter. My tongue licked faster and faster, sliding through her hot flesh. She trembled, her juices burning across my lips as she bucked. I sucked on her clit, the little bud throbbing in my mouth.

Her moans echoed through the bathroom.

Her hands gripped my head through her skirt, holding tight as she shuddered. I loved her clit, sucked on it, nibbled on it, tongued it. She gasped and bucked, her sounds so sweet. I pictured her face twisting with the pleasure of my apology.

“You nasty whore!” she gasped, bucking hard.

Her juices flooded my mouth. I groaned, latching onto her pussy, sucking down the sweet cream. It poured into my mouth as she came. She gripped my head so hard, her moans and squeaks echoing through the bathroom.

“Fucking dyke-slut!” she hissed, her voice sounding strained as her cum burned through her.

And then more than pussy juices splashed into my mouth.

Acrid piss mixed with the sweet juices. The urine swirled through my mouth. I groaned, gulping the hot flood down. The nasty liquid poured down into my belly. She kept bucking, moaning out her relief as she used my mouth as her toilet.

My pussy clenched so hard. My clit begged for attention. I held onto her perky ass. I gripped it with all my self-control as her piss flooded my mouth. So much jetted out of her, overflowing my lips, mixing with the cream running down to my chin, my throat.

“Yes, yes, yes, you drink that nasty piss, whore!” Tonya snarled, fingernails biting through her skirt and my hair into my scalp. “That’s what you deserve!”

She bucked so hard she stumbled back, crashing into the stall door. Her skirt ripped off my head, exposing me to the bright light of the bathroom.