Training the Dyke

"WHAAAAAT!! How could..... You fucking bi... Your own bro..." The screaming continued for several minutes, the walls while not thick drowned out alot of the higher pitched screams. The slap that followed rang out loud and clear though and made Alan jump up and start for the stairs. After several seconds of silence and a door slam however the danger seemed to be over and Alan resumed his sitting, giving a knowing grin as the fit and firm beauty stalked out of the house. The grin quickly turned to a smirk as the angry lesbian licked her lips subconsciously on her way out.

Three days. Alan was almost worried that it took her that long. He probably would have been more concerned if he wasn't currently being used as a prop for his Mother's blowjob lessons. His dick wet and skick with her saliva, her eyes wet with tears from the rough deepthroating she was dishing out. His two sisters sat on either side of her, playing with each others bodies as they watched their mom **** on their lovers big thick cock. Clearly the best cocksucker of the three, Alan loved his mom's sloppy bjs and was anxious to see his two sisters improve. It was right as his mom was jerking him off onto his sisters faces that the doorbell rang, followed by a frantic door knocking. Alan laughed and quickly left his slutty girls to amuse themselves pausing to watch the sapphic lovefest before rushing downstairs.

Cindy had looked better, her eyes were sunken and bloodshot. Her face twitching constantly as she tried to remain composed before Alan. Her hair, greasy and unkempt would have looked very ragged if it wasn't so short. She was dressed in a too small wifebeater, bra suspiciously absent, anyone standing at her side would get an impressive amount of sideboob from her firm C cups. Her lycra workout shorts dug deep between her legs showing a decent cameltoe and, Alan assumed, showed off her 'ass'ets beautifully.

"Oh hi..... Cindy is it? Are you looking for Lauren?" Alan smiles broadly in greeting loving the way she licked her ruby red lips as he talked to her. Clearly the **** woman had done her best to pretty herself up for him. The application seemed rushed, as it did on her eyeshadow and mascara, less experienced seductress and more cheap whore. Perfect for what Alan had planned.

"Umm, no, no I'm not here for Lauren. C-can I come in.... Alan?" Her attempts to bat her eyelashes were almost funny in their **** incompetence. As she was led into the house she cocked her head, probably hearing the family show upstairs. Taking a seat next to Alan on the couch she gingerly scooted closer and smiled gingerly. "So Alan, I was wondering...." her hand rested on his leg and she smiled. "Would you perhaps be interested in some fun." Her gasp as she felt his hard cock was laughable, as was her cry of disappointment when he slapped her hand away.

"Got a taste of my cum didn't you Cindy?" Her blush was evidence enough, if Alan hadn't already planned this whole game. "Why would I want a stuck up lesbian like you having my cum when I could just call down one of my other sluts... Like Lauren? Surprised I'd admit it? Why wouldn't I, one drop of me and she's my willing **** just like you are. So the question remains why would I want you?"

Her face flashed through a thousand emotions before she finally regained control. Steeling herself she slid off the carpet and kneeled before Alan, slowly lifting her large, firm, round breasts out of her tanktop's neckline and on display. "I can be your slut to." She whispers so quietly Alan is almost not sure he heard her. "I will be your ****. P-please..... M-m-master, please give me your cum."