Dexter Chronicles

Writer's note: Do you remember Angela and Mitch in Chapters Six and Seven? Let's continue to look in on their domestic relationship. Happy reading. As always, your comments are most appreciated. Mysty at mystymason172@hotmail.com

Sue Dexter Chronicles —Chapter 15

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Mitch heard Angela's car pull into the driveway and then two doors open and shut. She had someone with her again. When the front door opened, Mitch kept his head down, as Angela liked him to do.

"Hi, Mitch," cooed Angela, you can look; I brought my baby-baby sister home to meet you. Say hello to Crystal."

Mitch's eyes locked on Crystal as he remembered the FemTech public comfort station images.

"Hey," said Crystal, with her hands on her little hips, "Do I know you or something?"

"Uh, no. Sorry, you reminded me of my own little sister."

"Oh, shit," he thought. That was a mistake.

"Hey, Mitcho," said Angela. You didn't tell me you had a sister. What's her name, address and phone number? We can have a reunion."

Reluctantly, but obediently, Mitch gave Angela the information. Mitch knew she would call Emma. It was Emma's asking their mom about princks that got his mom interested in the subject at all and had caused Mitch to decide to sneak out of their home in the first place. He just hoped that his mom and Emma hadn't kept their FemTech appointments, but there probably wasn't much chance of that — FemTech always followed up and they were very persuasive.

After Angela wrote down the information about Mitch's mother and sister, she moved close to Mitch and bent over and cupped his chin in her hand. "Hey, Mitcho, do you still love me?

Mitch looked up at his beautiful mistress and began to cry as he pulled down on the waistband of her skirt with his mouth and lips. She had allowed him to sexually entertain her and cause her to cum at least twice a day for the past few days, but she had not allowed him a feeding, simply spilling her cum on the carpet to be absorbed by the thick pile for him to clean during the day. He was, ... well, ... starving for her.

"He's been so emotional lately, Chrys. FemTech says it's the effect of the princkcum or lack of it, but I think he's just an emotional sort of guy. That's what I think."

Mitch had pulled the short skirt down to the carpeted floor and Angela stepped out of it, caught it with her right foot and tossed it out of the way. Mitch stared straight ahead at the princk strapped securely to her left thigh and began to attack the harness release tab with his lips and gums ... catching it ... and pulling back letting her princk hang free under a beautiful small neat rectangle of golden blond pubic hair.

Mitch began his daily welcome home ritual. "Maybe I'll get some this time," he thought.

Lowering himself further in front of Angela, he began to lick and suck the underside of Angela's princkhead. And then, as it began to rise and lengthen, his licking and kissing and sucking encompassed the entire underside of her slowing engorging princk. Then he would kiss its sides and the top of its head, and then tongue its base and suck her balls and any other part of her she offered to him.

Crystal watched intently as her oldest sister's princk stiffly rose and Mitch, on his knees with his head bent uncomfortably back, puckered his lips so that Angela's princk rested happily on the warm wet surface of his offered kiss.

Crystal stepped forward.

"Mmmmmm. Mmmm." Angela purred as her sister began to gently pet the length of Angela's rigid pulsing shaft. Angela looked down and smiled at her sister's intense interest in her princk.

"May I, Angela?" Crystal asked.

"Sure. It really feels good when you do it!"

Crystal continued to stroke her sister's princk, again gently at first, but then with a tighter grasp. Crystal's baby-smooth fingers were soft but strong and her strokes began to pull the extra princk skin up and down on Angela's beautiful princk, first bunching it up a little at its base and then at his head.

Angela reached over her head and pulled off her elastic top exposing her round dark areolas and erect nipples sitting upon her perfectly tanned full breasts. Mitch's point of view from below was earth shaking to him and he knew he would gladly spend the rest of his life worshiping her, if she let him.

Mitch moved his head around to take Angela's penis in his mouth; he wanted it. But Crystal kept moving, rubbing and squeezing it in a manner that kept it just ... barely ... out of his needy mouth. Then with one hand stroking ... stroking ... her sister's massive princk, Crystal began with the other hand to expertly massage and caress Angela's testicles, tenderly rolling them, lusciously rolling them around with the fingers of her sweet little hand. Carefully, erotically squeezing, releasing, squeezing them until Angela began to gasp.

"Oh, oh, shit. OH!" she began to moan. "Oh! Crissy! Don't. Oh, no. Stop! Oh, shit! Oh. Oh! Oh sweet mother, ... oh, ... I ... need ... to ... feed ... Mitch ... ."

And with that last conscious thought, and with Crystal directing exactly where Angela's princkjuices were to be dispensed, Angela's hose exploded with precum and cum all over Mitch's hair, forehead, eyes and nose, neck, and chest, with Crystal slapping Mitch's face with Angela's princk as its life sustaining sexual juices were wasted ... splattering on the carpet and Mitch body.

As Angela's orgasm receded, Crystal used her hands to carefully squeeze the remaining throbs of princkjuice out of her sister's princk to the floor. Mitch, still with his hands obediently clasped behind his back desperately tried to lick ... chew... strain ... the cum splattered carpet; but he really couldn't get much. Crystal saw to that. The loss of Angela's princkjuice was a real and practical problem and Crystal knew by his shaking that he was in trouble, and a knowing smile crossed her sweet young face.

As he guided his shaking lips towards a surviving large dollop of Angela's cum situated on the plastic cover of one of Crystal's nearby school books on the floor, his mission was interrupted by the toes of Crystal's young delicate foot cruelly stepping on his needed sustenance. As the thick cum oozed between Crystal's naked toes Mitch pushed his face forward to lick her the foul princk discharge, but Crystal roughly kicked his face away, hard, and then placed her foot on his forehead. With his hands still clasped behind his back, he bent his neck to look up and follow that small foot, slender ankle and masterfully chiseled muscular leg ... .

"May I feed him, Angela? He seems kind of, ... you know, ... hungry."

"Yeah, sure, Crys. Be my guest," yawned Angela as she moved to the couch to get comfortable, delighted to watch the baby of the family in action take care of her little baby, Mitch.

Crystal kept her foot on Mitch's head and pushed down until his face was pressed into the carpet.

"Mitch, are you hungry?" teased Crystal. "Answer me!" she demanded.

"Yes, ... yes," Mitch stammered. He was beginning to shake pretty badly by that time.

As part of any captive or volunteer male's stay at a field office, he is shown an informative short film depicting princkjuice deprivation. Suffice it to say, the film is not faked, the male does not survive, and the death is gruesome.

"Yes, please... yes," Mitch stuttered again as he shook.

"Okay, Mitch. Get on your back with your legs spread as far apart as you can, with your little excuse for a man fully exposed and your arms out to your sides like a cross. That's right, not behind your back. Now watch me as I get undressed."

Crystal was young, but the effects of having a princk are not lost on the "immature." The hormonal competition of the testosterone — and the other FemTech elements added by her internal hormonal units — and her natural estrogen had appreciably accelerated her feminine side and her body was a curious mix of child and dangerous woman.

As she slipped off her tented skirt, he could only admire the tightness of her lower body, its delicate but strong nature, her long unadorned princk and ... as it rose free of the skirt... the sweet bare multi-lips of her luscious and dripping vagina. She had been wearing no princkharness and when her skirt came off, her excitement of what had been and what would be was apparent. Although her penis was smaller than Angela's, no one would ever call it small, especially a man. She knelt at his head facing his feet so that her right knee rested gently upon his left biceps and her left knee rested upon his right biceps, and then she slowly unbuttoned her school blouse and exposed her gloriously sumptuous perfectly formed round, firm breasts; and she cupped them and sighed and then remembered her work.

"This will hurt, Mitch. Let it happen. I am going to cause you pain to ensure that you will offer no resistance. Do you understand? This pain and you helplessness is good for you. Do you understand? If you were able to resist me, I would leave without feeding you. Do you understand?" she asked in a singsong voice.

"Yes. I will let you do ... anything."

"Good boy, good boy," she said as she began to shift her muscled weight to each of her kneecaps as she bored into the pressure points of his biceps causing him immeasurable pain and temporary paralysis to his arms. He softly gasped at first. But eventually his self-control vanished and he wailed in pain. But it was too late for him to act. His arms were in fact unmoving, and his pain had so frightened him that his mind was paralyzed, as well. Had he acted sooner, he might have been able to throw her off; now, it was to late, much too late, as she hoped and planned it would be.

That pain, his pain and the grimaces that wracked his features began to cause her to shake, at first with fine tremors flowing up from her terrible punishing knees and then spreading to her irresistible princk and menacing vaginal nest.

Nature and FemTech joined to cover her steely princk with a slick, slightly almond-scented lubricant and Crystal, now breathing heavily was moving from a consciously cruel state to an unreflective animalistic one guided by pure (impure?) instinct.

Mitch was gasping in short breaths unable to breathe through the pain in his arms, which had now traversed every pathway in his body capable of manifesting pain. Without his knowing it, his screams of pain were elevating her sexual passions.

She crudely grasped his head and held it so that there would be absolutely no resistance to her directing her lubricated penis into the sheath that was Mitch's face.

"SLURP!"

Although Mitch was in terrible pain, he immediately began to suck greedily at his life's sole sustenance ... Crystal's princk. And suck and lick he did. He anticipated and encouraged her thrusts, raised his face to the extent able to prolong the deepest penetration, sucked and sucked to resist a withdrawal. And her princk responded with multiple explosions of copious sexual discharge ... foul sexual fluids ... shocking his system with a concentrated fetidness only young, very young princk mistresses can generate. So great was the repulsive potency of her emissions, that he was no longer conscious of the pain in his arms or of his life, itself. And for a short time, Crystal herself was flying through space, dancing with stars exploding into novas and galaxies spinning wildly in all directions. But that was then, and now she was back to her conscious self.

Little Crystal was not through. Shifting her hips slightly and leaning to her left, she stared down at him between her legs and around the thickness of her still steadily pulsing womanhood. She took a moment to admire her work. Like so many other males, her sexual fluids had stunned him and arms paralyzed or not, he was quite helpless. But she was not.

Now she would break up this little love nest between Mitch and her sister before it went too far. What Barbara had said to Crystal was right, Angela was getting soft on Mitch. Imagine, no FemTech arm and ankle bindings, leaving him home unfettered ... . Yes, it was clear, Mitch was in love with Angela, and Angela, if not "in love" was too affectionate with Mitch to Crystal's or Barbara's liking.

But all love must come to an end sooner or latter, and for Mitch and Angela, it would be sooner, very soon.

Crystal looked over to Angela on the couch. Angela's post-orgasmic eyes were heavily lidded and barely open. Crystal smiled to herself and thought about the special sister-to-sister relationship she would soon have with Angela, the one she had just started this afternoon.

And with that, Crystal, with the length of her princk deep within Mitch's gasping mouth, lowered her perfectly rounded buttocks so that her sopping wet vaginal lips gently and effectively slid around Mitch's fine straight nose. "Bye, bye, Mitch," she whispered as she shifted and sealed her smooth vaginal lips to his face. "Think of it as a final, final good bye kiss," she mused to herself. It wasn't the first time she had done this, and she liked it.

The pleasant blood-engorged interior of her vagina added by the goopy princkfluids that coated Mitch's handsome young face formed a secure airtight seal. With her princk still pulsing warm cum down his throat, and her vagina hermetically sealed about his nose, he could no longer breath and his life energies began slowly migrating from his face to her delicious young sexual organs.

Mitch began to moan and cry, sending low guttural humming vibrations through Crystal's body. And quite unannounced, a second orgasm, this one vaginal began to slowly build and then quickly cascade causing her to scream and buck, trying to drive her self down upon him with a youthful fury, rocking and rearing back to enhance each new rubbing thrust.

The glory was upon her and as she screamed in repeated ecstasy, she could barely feel Angela's powerful hands and arms gently lift her from Mitch's blue and puffy face.

"Hey, girl," Angela whispered. "Wow! You're a real wildcat."

Angela pulled Crystal's spent princk from Mitch's mouth, but left her to continue to grind her clitoris on the bridge of Mitch's nose. As secondary orgasms ripped through Crystal, Angela sighed a sigh of relief seeing Mitch's mouth successfully gasp for air at the base of Crystal's stiffening princk.

Eventually, Crystal descended to earth and Angela was honestly struck by her baby sister's sexual stamina, power and prowess.

"Good going, kid," said Angela. "Quite, impressive, but you almost killed the poor guy."

"Oops, sorry, Sis. I guess I got carried away. But at least he got his feeding." Crystal swiveled around on Mitch face, keeping her vagina over his nose and looked down at him. "You know, Sis, he's got nice eyes."

Mitch, blinking through coagulating vaginal- and princkjuices looked up at Crystal and saw her looking at him as a cat might look at a trapped baby mouse and he felt the vestige of a deathly cold shadow pass over him. Crystal winked knowingly down at him.

Still keeping her eyes locked upon Mitch's she said, "Hey, Angela. Can Maxine and I borrow Mitch for a weekend? You know, if you and Barbara want to take some days off we can housesit for you and watch your little boy-toy. Huh, Angela? What do you say? Can we, can we? We'll take real good care of him. Hmm? Can we?"

"Oh, we'll see, Crys. We'll see."

End of Sue Dexter Chronicles —Chapter 15

(c) 2005 Mysty Mason