My Sister and Me Pt4
I meet my sister’s friend
Hi my name is Johnathan, I am 19 years old, 6’4 with an athletic build and this is a story about how one average friday night turned into one of the best nights of my life. Before this amazing night I was a virgin, but by the end of it I had learned so much more than I could have ever asked for.
I had never been to a bachelor party for and was excited to go. After 3 strippers did their acts, I was asked if I wanted to try performing a striptease. Would I have the guts to do it and go through with it?
Based on a true story ~ Sammie remembering a special moment with the man of her dreams.
the second part to the story, things bgin to heat up 🙂
Part 2 That Morning
I woke to a raging hard on, Jessie was spooning with me and her arse was sticking back towards my cock. I wondered what she’d say if I stuck my cock into her and fucked while she slept. My cock was still raging and I wanted more of that sweet pussy. So I moved in closer and placed my cock between her legs, pointing up towards her pussy and started see sawing my cock between those lushest creamy thighs.
It didn’t take long and soon I was bumping into the top of her pussy. So, manoeuvring my cock I was able to push into her, which by now was getting wetter by the minute. I pushed in a little, seeing that I was okay, and Jessie was still asleep, I began to push my hips slowly, thrusting in and withdrawing, so to allow my cock to adjust to her pussy and be covered by her juices. It felt so good to be inside her again that I just wanted to sink my cock as far as I could go.
Jessie hadn’t stirred by this time and lay there with her arse pointing back towards me. Her legs were together and the sensation of sliding between her sensitive walls was incredible. I was sinking deeper into her pussy, more than I expected, I could scarcely believe it. Her pussy seemed to be tighter than our last fuck. It made all the pleasure I experienced earlier seem paltry in comparison to what I was feeling now. I wished I could keep my cock in her forever.
As I kept thrusting into her, I heard small little groans escaped her mouth. I took her hips in my hands and now I was ramming into her as best I could. It seemed that Jessie was pushing back against me trying to get as much of my cock into her pussy. Now with her movements she started to groan, each time she pushed back onto me. It was at that moment that she had significant orgasm as her legs tightened together and she pushed back rather hard.
I didn’t stop as she was well lubricated and I was able to keep on sliding. Jessie laid there and moaned as her orgasm hit her. I kept thrusting and it took me a lot longer this time but she was finally waking and again starting to push back against me, when I rammed into her and shot my load. I lay there behind Jessie just panting, trying to gather my breath, leaving my cock inside her. It took several minutes but finally my cock wilted and slipped from her beautiful pussy.
Jessie turned around and looked at me and said, “What a nice way to be woken up. I enjoyed that. I suppose I should make breakfast for us.” I said, “No how about we both make breakfast together?” Jessie smiled at that and we both got up. As Jessie slipped my t shirt over her head I went into the bathroom and used the toilet.
Then I went to the kitchen and started breakfast. Jessie came out a little later and we started making pancakes on her request. As we sat and ate our pancakes I asked if she had plans today, she shook her head. I told her on a nice beach across from Palm Beach. So we started making plans of where we were going and what to take along with us. Jessie was sitting right beside me, when I started to slide my hand along her thigh. Jessie did the same to me, but her hand movement was only rubbing the top of my thigh and getting quiet close to my cock.
I leant over to kiss on the mouth. As I did so my arm brushed her nipple, which was already hard. I kissed Jessie on the mouth and let our tongues play with each other. Then she bit my lower lip, pulling it into her mouth. We broke our kiss as Jessie was letting her hand wander over my cock, which was standing proud and tall. I was rolling her nipple, then squeezing it and finally pulling on it with my finger and thumb. Jessie stood up broke contact with me and straddled my legs. I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties, which gave me a good eyeful of her shaven cunt. I leant back, pushing my feet forward, so she could get at my cock easier. Jessie sat down on my boxer covered cock and began rubbing her pussy against my hard on. I was getting hot by the minute and just wanted to stick my cock up that wonderful pussy.
After a little while, Jessie stood up and pulled my boxers down, holding my cock up, she sat down on it, letting herself take time to swallow my entire length with her velvet sheath. As she finally reach the end of my length, her pussy lips rubbed against the base of my cock. Jessie just sat there and I was wondering what she was going to do, when I started to feel her cunt grab and then release my cock. She didn’t even raise herself up, but sat there using the muscles of her cunt to squeeze me and then release. It was mind blowing this muscle technique and her juices were running out of her cunt and onto my groin. I could feel her juice running down ball and then onto the crack of my arse, which made it hard to concentrate.
I reached around and grabbed Jesse’s arse cheeks and held her even tighter against me. I went to get a better hold on her cheeks when my middle finger touched the rim of her arse hole and Jessie moaned at my touch. So, I reached down and let my finger become coated with her juice. When I thought that it was coated enough, I placed my finger at the entrance of her arse and started to slide my finger in and out. Jessie was clamping down on my finger as she squeezed my cock. She was moaning deep and long within her throat and I could tell that she was enjoying this new sensation.
I looked at Jessie and wondered if she was up for another new sensation. So, I said, “Honey, do you want to try anal. You seemed to like my finger, so you may like my cock sliding in there?” Jessie stopped, stood up and moved away from me. At first I thought she was disgusted, but then she knelt on the lounge and lay over the back rest face down. She turned to me and smiled. I couldn’t get up and over behind her fast enough. As I stood there I held her hips and aimed my cock for her pussy and slid into her. I felt her juices again coating my manhood and as soon as I thought my cock was covered enough I withdrew from her and placed my cock at the entrance of her arse hold. I told Jessie to relax and try not tighten herslf up when she felt pain. She just said okay and so I started to push against her sphincter.
At first there was resistance, but soon I was able to pushed the head of my cock past it. Just the head of my cock slid in past the muscle and I felt it tighten straight away. Jessie was groaning in pain, so I slapped her cheek with my hand. I started to push again, but felt her arse tighten up once more, so I slapped the other cheek. I pushed myself in further and Jessie tightened her arse up again, so I slapped the first arse. Now Jessie was moaning to my slaps and thrusts and by the sound of her groaning, she was enjoying it.
Finally, I was able to get my cock all the way in, with her cheeks touching my groin. Now I began to slide out and then ram myself in, ending with me slapping one or the other arse cheek. Jessie was moaning loud now and I could feel the tremble in her body. She was having mini orgasms whilst I fucked her. So, I reached around, found her pussy and slid my hand up until I touched her clitoris hood. Now as I was ramming into her arse, I found that I could slid in a little easier, so I grabbed her clitoris hood and every time I bottomed out in her arse I’d pinch her clitoris.
I was amazed at how Jessie was able to like this. I didn’t know many girls who liked anal or giving head for that matter. But Jessie loved it and I could see that she would love everything about sex, and hopefully sex between us. Soon her arse was gripping my cock, tightening more and more until I grabbed and squeezed her clitoris. At that point Jessie threw back her head and moaned loudly. I couldn’t hold myself any longer, I had been feeling the cum ready to shoot from my cock for the last 30 seconds and when Jessie s arse grip me tightly, I shoot all my seed deep into her bowels. I could not stop and stayed there for a while, until my cock again wilted and slipped from her back passage.
I rolled off Jessie and sat down on the lounge. Jessie was laying over the back rest not moving and just waiting for something. I turned my head and Jessie smiled down at me and said, ‘That was good wasn’t it?” I just smiled and said, “Yes.” we stayed liked that until Jessie had to move, going off to the bathroom. I just rested as best I could with a deep satisfied smile on my lips. Jessie said, “Common have a shower with me and lets get ready.” I just smiled got up and walked to the bathroom
Part 3 Our Saturday trip
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How I learned about sex.
a woman can’t help her Orgasms when she feels a strangers cum
Part 6
Reunion
An exhausted Michael arrived in New York the following night. As he exited Customs, he saw a uniformed driver holding a card with his name. Surrounded by four bodyguards, Michael handed the man the handle of his suitcase and followed him to a waiting limousine. The contrast between the bustling terminal and Rafaela’s village could not have been more jolting.
As the limousine snaked deftly through traffic, he pulled out his phone and dialed Peter. After a moment his friend’s voice reassured him that his girls were safe. Though tired, Michael knew he had to debrief or lose more than half a day. Twelve hours more without Beth. Or Rachael.
Carrying a laptop, Peter met him at Michael’s home, several hours north of the city.
They sat at the kitchen table, each with a glass of wine. The anti-surveillance unit humming in the background.
Too tired for lengthy explanations, Michael was cryptic. He knew Peter would ask if he needed more information. “It was as set up. They’d paid David to get Rafaela out of prison. He didn’t or couldn’t come through for them, so they put pressure on him by threatening his family. When he ate a bullet, Tim’s men were too fast and got the information they needed before they could get there,” a sip of wine before he continued, “They wanted the trade we set up.” He looked at Peter.
Michael’s instincts snapped on high alert. “But you knew that.” He said softly.
Peter nodded sadly. Michael waited for an explanation.
“I’ve known Rafaela for a long time. I sued the bastards that raped her the second time. When Tim identified the men searching for Beth and Rachael as Zapatas, I couldn’t believe it. I contacted Miguel to see if it was true. He never responded. Then they contacted me right after David killed himself. When they found out what we had, they said they needed you to come as a negotiator, but they said that if I told you, the deal was off. They guaranteed your safety, but you were not to know that.” Peter searched his friend’s hard eyes.
He handed him a folded sheet of paper. “This should explain it.”
Love
You cannot know the joy in my heart as I wrote that word. Love.
You are back in your world and I in mine. When you said I was one of the women you love, my heart soared. I never said it, but I love you. How this can be true after just two days, I do not know. I only know that it is true.
Peter is a friend and would never have let you come if there was real danger. I am so sorry for the terror I forced you to live with, but it was my last chance for freedom.
Alice told me about you and I knew you were my last chance as a woman. You sounded too good to be true, so I had to see for myself.
I know you are far from perfect, but right now, I can only think of the good.
Beth and the Walsh women are as safe as I can make them. I hope I will soon be as well. After all, you invited me to join your harem.
At the end of this letter is an e-mail address. I have also sent a laptop that you can use to communicate with me. Please send e-mails to me only on that laptop.
I long for your arms around me, for your lips on mine…
I pray that we will be together again someday, but if two days is all I ever have of you, I am content. The painful place inside of me is now filled with a warm glow and love.
Thank you Love
Rafaela
“You read it?”
Peter nodded.
“Tim’s said that all threats have been removed. There are apparently still a few credible threats, but he is dealing with them. He’s really pissed that they knew where the girls were. He’s still trying to figure out how.”
“Alice. Probably a tracking device hidden in her body. They didn’t do body cavity searches of the girls.” Michael said with a weariness of the soul at the multiple layers of betrayal he had just discovered.
“I feel like a damn puppet.” He said bitterly, anger seeping into his eyes.
Peter recoiled, knowing their friendship had been badly damaged.
“Michael. I’m so sorry. Once Rachael and Beth got together, it had to be this way. David was pure evil. So was Tom. The girls needed to heal, away from this place. The plan worked beyond our wildest dreams. The good guys won.” Peter was pleading.
Michael looked up with empty eyes.
“Peter, I love you as a friend, so you know I’ll get over it. I need to get to Beth and Rachael. Call Tim and make it happen. I need them now!” Michael began to cry as the incredible tension of the past year finally breached his emotional dam.
Peter reached for his sobbing friend, but Michael rejected his comfort.
“Get me to Beth!”
The car sped along the narrow mountain roads, though the leafless trees. A cold misting rain gave them a sad look as Michael looked out the back window. The window tinting made the day look even more depressing, yet his heart sang in anticipation.
Following his emotional meltdown, Peter and Tim shifted into high gear. Every man had his breaking point and they understood that Michael had reached his. 26 hours later he was nearly there.
Diversionary cars, private flight to Florida, long car ride to North Carolina. They traveled in a three-car convoy with rotational position.
The car took a gravel road leading to the cabins. They stopped at a roadblock about a mile from the houses and were inspected by several men wearing paramilitary gear and carrying short-barreled assault rifles. A .50 caliber rifle probably tracked them as well.
The girls stood together outside the cabin, Rachael having to restrain Beth from running at the moving cars.
As the car stopped, the back door of the second vehicle flew open and Michael darted out, running straight to them.
Beth broke free and jumped into his arms. “Daddy”. Over and over. Then she planted a lover’s kiss on his lips as they both squeezed hard.
Rachael had given them some time, but Michael noticed her standing beside them. He freed his right arm and brought Rachael into a group hug. Ripping his lips free of Beth’s, he pressed his lips longingly against Rachael’s.
Rachael was startled, but began to warmly return his kiss, opening her mouth slightly, their tongues dueling for a moment, her body responding immediately to his touch.
“Get a room!” Lynne blurted impatiently. She was miserable, cold and wet.
Michael broke the kiss and turned to walk to the cabins, his arms around Beth and Rachael.
“You’ve gotta be Lynne.” Michael chuckled. He released Rachael and started to stick out his hand, but Lynne jumped to hug him. He squeezed her close. She smelled fresh. She kissed him on the cheek.
“Hi Dad,” startling Michael.
Playing along Michael said “Dad, huh? Then I guess I can’t grab your ass, huh?” as he grabbed her ass. She giggled softly.
She released him with another swift kiss, this time on the lips.
“Shoshana?” A woman’s hug. She pulled her head back slightly and gave him a lover’s kiss. He felt his cock start to rise.
“Let’s get inside,” Rachael said softly.
Releasing Shoshana, he pulled Rachael back into a three-way hug as they led him to their cabin.
The cabin was relatively large. Three bedrooms and two baths with a kitchen along one wall and a large fireplace at the end of a large open living/dining area. Rustic, comfortable furniture filled the room.
Michael tried to be polite and started to sit on one of the couches so he could socialize. Beth wouldn’t let go, however and pulled him toward her room.
“I have to show Michael something,” she tossed over her shoulder, her blonde ponytail swinging from side to side.
As their door closed, Lynne said, “She’s going to rape him!”
Rachael turned the stereo on and turned the volume up a bit, chuckling to herself.
Inside the room, clothes flew in all directions. As the last sock came off, she was on him, kissing his lips, squeezing his cock and rubbing her painfully hard nipples across his chest.
He pulled her close and dropped his hand to cup her sex. She was actually dripping.
He picked her up and dropped her on the bed, quickly lying beside her. His last conscious thought was to have her on top as he might hurt her in other positions in his fuck lust.
She understood, swung a leg over his chest and grabbed his cock. It seemed much larger as she rubbed the head along her wet slit. She felt it at her opening and pushed down hard, putting months of need into the thrust. A flash of pain told her body to move slower. Knowing that she had Michael back allowed her to heed her body’s advice.
After a few more strokes, she was sitting with his entire cock in her. Her eyes had been closed during her impalement. She opened them, finding Michael’s eyes a peculiar shade of gray / green.
He’d almost cum with Beth’s first frantic push, but he barely managed to conquer his need. He watched her concentrate on the feelings as she jammed more and more of his pole into her tight tunnel. She was an incredible creature.
“Oh God, I need you,” she gasped.
He thrust upward a bit.
“No. Fuck me! I’m your slut!”
He began thrusting into her savagely while his hands rolled her hips in the lust dance he learned from Rafaela. The dance caused his cock to caress all of her tight tunnel. This was not making love. This was primal fucking.
She danced with her arms over her head as her climax built.
Michael took his right hand off her and placed his palm against her belly, just above her clit.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGG,” she wailed
Michael’s thumb flipped across her clit and she screamed her delight. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and felt his own climax approaching. He jackhammered his cock into his beautiful daughter’s cunt. And let loose, still caressing her clit.
Finally she pushed his hand away and collapsed atop him, saliva leaking from the corner of her mouth.
They lay like that for a while as senses returned to normal, Michael’s softening cock still inside her.
“God, I needed that,” Beth whispered, only now realizing the music blaring from the living room.
She extended her arms and levered her torso off his chest so she could look into his eyes. She could feel his cock hardening.
“Twofer or a little rest?” she asked with an impish smile.
“I think we probably should get cleaned up and talk with the girls.”
The shower was too small for two people so Beth took hers first. While she was in the shower, he began unpacking.
As Michael came out of the shower, Beth was holding the sealed enveloped and package Rafaela had given him in Mexico. She looked up quizzically.
“What’s this?”
“I don’t really know. It’s from a woman named Rafaela. Long story Kitten. It really concerns Rachael and her girls more than us.” He tilted his head to the door.
Beth dropped the envelope and package back into his bag.
Rachael turned the music down when they appeared, grinning.
“First round goes to Michael. God did you scream!” Lynne teased.
“You’d scream too if he did it to you!” Michael thought, ‘Cheeky minx, my daughter.’
“I suspect we all would,” Rachael said, joining the game. Only her eyes said she was serious.
Michael detected the aroma of a roast as he realized he had not eaten all day, his stomach growling loudly.
Rachael cocked an eyebrow. “Let me guess, no food all day?”
Michael nodded sheepishly.
Rachael turned to go to the small kitchen and almost bumped in Shoshana who was carrying a small platter of cheese and shrimp.
“After all that exercise, I thought you’d be hungry,” she said giggling softly
He sat in the middle of the large couch, Bet beside him. He patted the other side, “Shosh.”
She smiled broadly as she wiggled close to him. Michael knew that of all his broken birds, Shoshana needed the most attention.
“For now just the basics because we have almost a year to catch up on. First, we’re safe. All contracts have been cancelled. You know David is dead?” The girls nodded as Shoshana snuggled closer, her head now resting on his shoulder. He reached and put his arm around here shoulders earning him a satisfied sigh.
“You know Tom is dead?” Again they nodded. “May he roast in hell,” Lynne added softly.
“We’ve filed a number of suits in your names. Most are now settled. We’ve also recovered the money David took out of your trusts. We need to get you,” nodding to Rachael, “to sign several affidavits, but the money is secure.”
Shoshana’s hand moved dangerously close to his cock. He gently moved it away bent his head to her ear and simply said, “we’ll talk later, OK?” She nodded impishly.
Rachael felt her heart hurt. Perfect handling of her little girl.
“The lawsuits and investigations pissed off a lot of people. Powerful people, so we’re still going to need security, so I think it may be best for us to stay together.” The Walsh women nodded enthusiastically as Beth stroked his arm.
“Making anything secure in a city is nearly impossible, so I think we need a new home. If someone wants to find us, they will, but I’d like to be in a place where we can see them coming,” he paused for comments, then continued, “Beth and I love being near the water. What about you guys?”
The girls looked to Rachael. “I think that would be good, but someplace warm! It gets fricking cold here!”
“Lynne?”
“So long as they speak English. I’m terrible at languages, except maybe Spanish.”
He looked down into Shoshana’s adoring eyes. “Someplace they can fix me,” she lisped.
Rachael almost cried.
Michael gave Shoshana’s shoulders a squeeze.
“That kind of narrows it down.” He pretended to think for a moment since he had the same parameters, “I’d suggest a place called Noosa. It’s in North Queensland, Australia. Near Brisbane. Warm. Great surfing. It’s on what they call the Sunshine Coast.”
Michael rose and got his briefcase and laptop from the room. He loaded a flash drive and played a video about Noosa and Brisbane.
When it finished, the girls had faraway looks on their faces. It looked so clean, warm and inviting.
Looking outside into the cold rain, Rachael blurted, “When do we leave?”
Michael got his satellite phone. He dialed Tim’s number.
“Tim, I think it’s Noosa,” looking over his shoulder at four enthusiastically nodding heads.” Michael listened for a moment, then said, “I agree, make it 12. How long? What about a moving holiday? I’ve gotta get these girls out of the boonies and Shosh to a surgeon. “ Another pause, “Yeah, I’m OK with that.”
He turned to his enthralled audience.
“Noosa’s going to take at least several weeks, so we have a choice. We can go to Raleigh to get Su…Shoshana treated and then go on a “Road Trip” or we can stay here and fly out in a couple of weeks.”
“Road Trip!” They shouted with glee. Michael knew that somewhere Tim was groaning.
His stomach growled alarmingly. “Can I please get something to eat?”
That night with the urgency of coupling a bit less, Michael tenderly made love to his little girl. Beth really liked being on top and danced herself to several orgasms again. When she slept in his arms, she snored softly.
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Read part 6 in order to understand this part
His return to the family stirs the girls’ passions
Newly graduated and sexy as hell. Needing help and giving favors.
Mama LoLo – wanton cougar slut takes her daughter’s man.
There are two perspectives in this story, which are noted by CAPITAL NAMES. Hope you enjoy, please leave feedback.
Wow I’m Glad people are liking this story 😀 Here is part three. If you havn’t already read the first two i would suggest you do otherwise it may get confusing. Sorry about the lack of sex in this one, it picks up in the next one 🙂
Miranda learns the hard way that breaking the speed limit isn’t a good thing…
Losing my virginity and meeting the man I love was worth it.
Firstly, my name is Lucy and I?m 24, 5ft 5 with long thick blond hair, 32c breasts and I weighed at that time about 110. Most people would say I was nicely put together, my ex always said I was well fuckable. When I think back over these last few years and the number of men I?ve had sex with, is frankly shocking for most people to comprehend. My need to be fucked, used and treated like a whore is something I have difficulty controlling.
It had been a month since it was first suggested that the best way to satisfy my sexual appetite without people talking behind my back and without getting into trouble with my friends and sister was to work as a prostitute. I could have a regular flow of men in a discreet environment and my bank balance would only get healthier.
I wasn’t sure about it at first, which is why I spent so much time thinking about it. I’d fucked for rent in the past. My fat landlord had treated me like a cheap whore and just bent me over when he wanted to stick his dick in my cunt. Then I had a nice enough relationship with a guy who let me live in his house for free in exchange for sex.
The idea of actually getting money felt different to me. I don’t know why, but being given money in exchange for letting a man force his dick into my pussy felt different. But after thinking about it I decided to give it a try.
I looked on the web, Acemassage, and found a lot of brothels in London. I rang a couple a good hours underground ride from where I lived. I eventually made an appointment to meet Jesse,the woman who ran a discreet men’s club/
I walked upto the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I was nervous at the thought of going in. I pressed the bell and I was buzzed in immediately. I followed the signs and walked up the stairs to the first floor flat.
I took a deep breath rang the bell. When the door opened a middle aged women was standing in front of me. She smiled and said, “You must be Lucy.”
I nodded a quick yes and she directed me through the door and into the living room. There were two young girls, maybe 19 to 22 sat on the sofa. Both were slim with nice tits and were wearing matching black bra and panties.
“Could you leave us alone girls,” she said.
They stood up, smiled at me and left the room. Before Jesse closed the door I could hear some noise coming from one of te other rooms. I knew the sound of a man groaning as ne was near cumming. I imagined that he was fucking some young girl from behind. Ploughing his cock into her cunt on the verge of cumming.
She closed the door and looked at me. “Take a seat,” she said.
“Thanks,” I replied and sat in the sofa opposite where she had her desk and laptop.
“How old are you?”
“24.”
“You look younger,” she replied noting something down on a piece of paper. “Have you ever worked in a massage parlour before?”
“No,” I replied a little nervously.
“Well this type of work isn’t for everyone. You’re very beautiful, so the clients will enjoy spending time with you. Where we’re situated we get a lot of older gentlemen who want to fuck young girls. Our clientele also includes a lot of Asian and black men.”
“Ok,” I replied.
“You understand that men will be paying to use you for sex. To penetrate you vaginally and orally?”
“Yes of course,” hiding a smirk.
“We have to guarantee a number of services in the price. Sex in multiples positions with condom. Oral without to completion in the mouth. Facials, cum on tits. And that’s £80 pounds for half an hour. It’s a £160 for an hour which includes sex as many times as the gentlemen can manage in the hour.”
I nodded and waited for her to continue.
“We take £30 for the half hour and £60 for the hour and the rest is for you. There are extras you can charge, which is up to you and that’s your money.”
“What extra’s,” I asked loudly.
“Most girls charge 10 for French kissing, 20 to swallow the gentleman’s cum and 50 for anal. Although, one of the girls charges 250 for cum in pussy and 400 for bareback anal to completion. Although, she only offers the service to regulars with a clean STD certificate.”
“I don’t think I’ll offer that.”
She smiled. “Well, we prefer that you don’t. But extra’s have always been up to the girls.”
“We also do the quick fuck for £40.”
I must have given her a look that said i din’t understand. She started to explain it to me.
“Sometimes a guy just wants to fuck and cum. So we do 15 minutes with no extra’s. Normally, the girls just take the client into the room with the massage bed, put a rubber on him and bend over the bed. The client fucks them from behind until he cums. 15 minutes is the maximum time but most guys cum after a few minutes.
I heard the front door open and some one come in. I didn’t think it was a cliens, but man called out, “Jesse.”
“Hey Doug. In the living room.”
“Is the new pussy here,” he called pushing the living room door open walking in to the room. He looked at me.
“This is Doug, the owner,” Jesse said.
“Hi,” I said. He was in hsi late fifties. Large middle age spread and grey hair and about 6ft tall.
“Stand up,” he said staring at me.
I stood up and he looked me up and down. He rotated a finger in a circle and I turned around.
“What are you 5ft4.”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Get your t’shirt off. I want to get a better look at your tits.”
I lifted my t-shirt over my head and threw it onto the sofa.
“The bra as well,” he said.
I unclipped it and threw it onto my t’shirt. My brain was turning in circles. I wondered if he planned to fuck me. I could see the way he was looking at me. He wanted to use me, I was sure of it.
Doug took a seat by the table and beckoned me towards him. I moved close and he reached out and took my tits in his hands giving then a hard squeeze. “You’ve got great tits.”
He leant forward and took one of my tits into his mouth and sucked it for a brief second, bitting down hard on my nipple while Jesse watched. He grabbed my skirt and yanked it down around my ankles. He pushed my g-string to the side and forced two fingers up into my cunt.
“She’s nice and wet,” he said to Jesse and rubbed my clit with his free hand. “Sit down,” he ordered.
I walked back over to the sofa and sat down. I watched Doug lick his fingers clean. He stood up, removed his shirt and walk towards me. I figured he was going to fuck me to see if I would be capable of doing this a job. He placed his knees either side of my legs and undid his belt just in front of my face. He pulled his hard cock from his pants. It was maybe 8 inches long and almost as thick as my arm.
“Now suck it real good.”
I looked up at him. “I can’t wait to feel that inside me,” I smiled.
“You really are a little slut. But I can’t fuck you. Just suck the cum from my cock and swallow it like a good girl.”
I wrapped a hand around his cock and took it into my mouth. I sucked hard, wanking his cock with my right hard as I massaged his bell end with my tongue. I could taste his precum leaking into my mouth and I mixed it with my saliva and spat it on his cock.
“You really know how did suck cock,” he moaned. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. “Take that slut,” he said rubbing his hands through my hair. I reached around and grabbed his arse with my hands pulling his cock deeper into my throat.
“I’m going to cum whore,” he groaned and blasted rope after rope of hot sticky cum down the back of my throat. He pulled his cock from my mouth and wanked it hard, spraying the last of him cum onto my face. His spunk dripped from my chin and landed on my tits as I sat there looking up at him.
He stopped to catch his breath so I took his cock in my hands and squeezed the last drops of spunk from his japs eye. I lapped up his cum.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Well, you got the job.”
“Why didn’t you want to fuck me?” I asked.
“I’m allergic to condoms. Don’t worry, as soon s you get your STD certificate Jesse will send you round to my place. I’m going to fill your cunt full of cum.”
I smiled and licked his cum of my lips.
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Continuation of When ife Is Shattered
At a department store downtown for a late lunch ….
Okay, so this is sort of just a fill in chapter.Not much happening.Now, I have to confess something.Here goes…This story is real.Yes, REAL.It’s been happening to me for a few days.Yes, these guys exist.I changed some people’s names because they wanted.I’m not saying which ones.So.I will now click True story instead of fiction.Just for this one.Because the guys don’t want to continue it anymore.I’ll just let it drift off.To fiction, it turns.Sorry for lying. 🙁
Father wished me to marry Lucinda but I claimed her “friend” Camilla instead
Inside Me
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My body shot into attention when my alarm clock went off at seven. I pushed the snooze and rested my head back on the pillow. I heard the muffled sounds of my mom’s alarm call for a few seconds in her room before it shut off.
I looked down my body. I was still naked beside my nightgown that then just rested over my shoulder. Sunlight was breaking through the window. I rolled onto my back and propped myself up from my elbows. A line of dried blood ran down my one leg.
My breasts, they were barely there I thought; just little tiny things. I didn’t know where I originally heard the term, but ‘little lady lumps’ suited them well; just enough of them to show that I was a girl, a late blooming fourteen year old girl who was full of herself. I had a crush on my older brother. How pathetic could I get? How could a guy so amazing as him want a little girl like me?
I sat up off the side of my bed and turned the alarm on my clock completely off. My nightgown had fallen down over me. I went on to make my bed. It was something I normally did after my shower but I decided it best then to cover up that little red patch in the middle.
It looked haphazardly done, normal, so I threw my panties from the floor into my laundry basket and hunted down my hairbrush on the other side of the bed before heading to the shower.
It was about an hour and a half drive to the airport with stopping off to eat. Over the radio through the long journey, all I could think about was the night before. I was so sure of myself then. In the heat of emotions, I had it all planned out. In the car surrounded by the real world, I second guessed everything. I didn’t want to feel like that toward my own brother.
But I did. It made me so happy; but so confused. It was so good yet it hurt so bad. I had to see him. When I saw him, I knew he would just be my big brother. Things would be normal, just a fun time. It had to be. I wouldn’t know what to do if it wasn’t.
The wait at the airport was the worst, the anticipation. Sitting in the terminal looking out the window at all the planes come and go. That night, or really morning, only hours before, I was masturbating, fantasizing about having sex with him. Something lingered though in the back of my mind; a thought perhaps that I had forgotten.
But for the first time ever, I had willingly masturbated to my brother; that memory would not leave me.
Then all at once it hit me. Everything came back to me. As my mom stood up and I followed her gaze to the doors where passengers of an arriving plane exited.
Ean.
He had grown in two years. His body was much more defined. His nineteen year old shape still held onto that scrawniness, but it was obvious that he was anything but.
The face he had on drove tears into my mom’s eyes. He had all the time in the world to think about it. Reflect on every single detail. Bask in the loneliness that now plagued him.
He didn’t look sad though. I can’t describe what he looked like but it was like he was feeling something so powerful and so bad, and with all his strength, he held it back. He was a person you would want to avoid. Emotionless almost. Like he would kill you without a second thought. Perhaps though, other people didn’t notice it in him. Maybe it was just because mom and I knew what had happened to him.
I couldn’t tell if he had just given up hope of anything in life and just didn’t care anymore, or if he was just so manically sad and drawn into his mind that he just couldn’t control his outer appearance. The happy, lively brother I saw off came back to me sad and torn apart.
As I followed mom to him and her greatest of hugs, I couldn’t stop staring into his distant eyes. Not even the tiniest glimpse of a thought about my fantasy of him hours before even wandered near my mind.
He only spoke when questioned, only ever a few words. No emotion. We searched down his luggage and left. Needless to say, the ride home was very long and tense.
I wanted to be mad at him for some reason but I wouldn’t allow it. He had left us for two years; not even coming back for summers. Now he was there. All of a sudden. A phone call two weeks prior. “Mom, I’m coming home. Please don’t ask why.”
We heard about why from his school.
He left for two years. Only thinking about himself, now he had come back. He was greeted with open arms, cried for, pampered. How could I get mad though? He had been punished beyond any transgression he had committed.
At the time, I had no idea what to expect of him when we got home. Once he acted, I thought myself thick that I couldn’t figure it out before.
It was shameful to think but it was the truth after a few days of thinking about him. He locked himself in his room. He stayed alone in his thoughts while mom and I remained less phased by him. It was a defense for him to be secluded but it had also helped us. We didn’t have to see him; his mood wouldn’t spread. It was a painful bliss knowing that mom and I were happier because Ean chose to face his demons alone.
We had tried and failed every day to make contact with him; he refused any help. I frequently heard him move about the house at night but I was always too tired or scared to face him. For nearly a week it continued. Then the unthinkable happened.
The day before my first day of school, my first day of high school, freshman year, the day before; mom left. To be fair, she did announce it two days prior. As a journalist, she did have to leave on a trip every now and then, but why then. Some big court case in the big city. Hours and hours away from home. Hotel, days, maybe weeks, gone, alone with Ean, school, alone.
Mom had talked to him about it. Before I stayed with one her friends. This time, I would stay with him, Ean. She said he was pulling himself together, for me. He was needed then and mom said that right there raised his mood some. He had something to do. He always loved projects. Unfortunately, I was his project that time.
Ean even came out for dinner the night before mom left. There wasn’t much talking, but it was nice to see him. Stare at him. Take him in.
Then mom left in the morning. The day before school. Ean was out of his room most of the day but he was watching TV. I went through all my new school supplies at least ten times before joining him.
I was nervous; anxious, almost sick. I was going to high school. I didn’t know anybody there. I had no real friends in my own class for support. I was all alone through everything.
“Are you ok?” Ean asked looking at me. I had been staring off in space. A commercial was on.
“Yeah, just a little nervous about tomorrow,” I answered as he turned the TV off.
“Well, I guess we should go to bed then.”
I looked out the window, then to the clock below the TV; I hadn’t realized so much time had flown by. I was really getting sick then. Go to bed, wake up, then school.
I tremblingly followed Ean up off the couch. I wobbled to my room. I was so alone. The high school was in walking distance, but still, if mom was home, she would’ve drove me. It would have been a tiny bit easier that way.
I dropped my bra beside my bed and opened the drawer holding my night gown. It was so cold. I was in my panties. The air against all my skin was chilling. My stomach was jumping every which way inside me. Weakly leaning forward, I pulled the thin cloth over my head and let it drop down my body. I had to do something. It was all just too much to handle alone.
I walked to my door and opened it. Ean’s door was cracked. He was facing away from me, sitting on his bed lost in thought. Just in boxers and a t-shirt.
“Ean,” I trembled as I pushed the door open. He turned around and looked to me. “I don’t feel good.” I was squeezing one arm into my stomach. I wanted to cry. I didn’t know why. I was anxious, nervous, queasy. At the moment I asked for help, I had given up all the fight in me. My mind was amplifying all my symptoms. My subconscious knew what I really wanted. I wanted someone else to take my burdens, someone else to comfort me. My weak fourteen year old mind wasn’t strong enough to handle it. I asked Ean for that comfort. I had given up all my defenses and relied on him to compensate.
As the words escaped my mouth, my entire body quivered. It was a self-induced sickness with one purpose, to seek pity and comfort from an external source. Whether Ean knew or would find that out in time, he showed no care about it. He jumped from his bed and speed walked over to me. He put his arms around me and lifted me up. He carried me to his bed. His bed. It was twice the size of mine and almost twice as soft.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m so cold. My stomach hurts.” My entire body began shivering. The more I thought about it, the more I gave Ean responsibility to care for me, the worse my sickness got.
He jumped across the room and pulled a trashcan to the side of the bed before lifting my butt onto one of his pillows. He pushed his sheet and comforter down and drug me under it. I was still shivering. Then he climbed on top of me. I was under a sheet and comforter. I was in my nightgown. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. But he was lying on top of me. He was holding me.
We lay like that silently for several minutes. I was feeling amazingly better all of a sudden. I was so much warmer. I wasn’t thinking about school at all. I almost forgot how we got in that position. Every ounce of the sickness had left my body.
“Can I sleep here tonight; I don’t want to move,” I said trying to sound still sick.
“Do you really think I would just shove you back in your bedroom alone in this condition?”
“Are you going to sleep like that?” I admit that I had no problems at all with him sleeping on top of me with his arms hold me tight, but I wanted more; I wanted him under the covers. I wasn’t thinking anything sexual then. If I did, I would have just gotten myself sick again in anxiety. I just wanted his comfort. It was almost like an innocent crush right then. Holding him under the covers would make me blush in happiness.
He pushed off me and walked over to turn out the light. He came back. It was so dark. I felt the mattress move as he got onto the bed. So quiet. He pulled up the covers to let in a chill across my body.
He was getting in bed. He was getting in the bed I was in. I was in the bed. I was in the thinnest piece of fabric I owned and a pair of my panties. He was scooting under the sheet. The same sheet that I was under. We were going to sleep together. The words in my mind held the wrong meaning to what they actually meant to the situation, but, my meaning for those words sounded so much better. We were sleeping together.
I wanted him to hold me so bad but I was scared beyond belief that he would actually touch me. In the dark, under his sheets, in his bed. My body was frozen solid. I didn’t know what to do. Every movement I made would be judged by him. I had the most wrong thoughts in my head. Did he know what I was thinking? How could he?
“Are you still cold?” he asked.
I was his little sister. I was sick. I was just an innocent little sister that had gotten terribly ill. He was protecting and comforting me. I was innocent. He couldn’t read my mind.
“Yeah.” A shiver rolled through my body as I said it.
I felt him shifting under the covers. He was moving toward me. His hand rubbed over my ribs. He gripped my side. I was on my back. I wanted to be firm in his grasp.
I rolled as he gripped me and shifted into his body. He dropped his arm over my back and held tight. He was so warm. Soft skin with a hard wall of muscle just below it. My breasts were pressed into his chest.
Oh no. What if I wasn’t supposed to roll into him? What if he thought I was weird or something for pulling myself into his body? What if he just wanted to put his arm over me and that was all? Why did I move?
If I was still on my back, I didn’t know what to think. I was so embarrassed. Maybe though, if I was on my back, he would have rolled on top of me like earlier. That would have been soo super incredibly amazing. Damn. Why did I have to move?
I was there though. In that position. In my little nighty and panties. Under his arm. In his chest. I didn’t know how long I had been in my repetitive thought process but apparently it was long enough for Ean to fall asleep.
How could he sleep? I was wide awake. How could he sleep in that position? With me in his arms. A girl so next to nude in his grip, on his bed, under his sheets.
His sister. His fourteen year old sister. Of course. I was nothing to him. Of course he could sleep.
I pushed my head up to look at his face. He was peaceful. My nipples were stabbing into his chest. My vagina. My vagina was pressed just above his pelvis. It was so hot. If he was awake, I was sure he would have noticed the excess of heat coming from that part of my body.
If I could just kiss him. He was right there. He would never know. Just a small kiss. Then I would force myself to roll away and fall asleep. Just a peck.
I was going to do it. My body had already reacted before I admitted to myself that I would do it. I was at his lips. Just a peck. I pushed out my lips. I pecked his. My vision blackened from the nervousness.
I pulled away instantly and watched his eyes. Listened to his breathing. I had kissed him. I kissed my brother. The most amazing guy I had ever known. I kissed him. Eyes closed; breathing steady. He was asleep. I had to do it again.
I moved my neck out forward again. I had to keep my eyes focused. I had to see this time. I puckered my lips. Slowly. Very Slowly. Very very slowly. Our lips met. I stared into his eyelids. Hold. Hold it. Push. Push a little harder. Hold. His eyes remained shut. I couldn’t hear his breathing over my own.
We were kissing. Well, I was kissing him. How was I supposed to do it though for real? Was I supposed to move my lips around somehow or someway? The feeling was amazing though.
Then his lips started almost massaging mine. I stared into his eyes. They were almost shaking under the eyelids. He was dreaming.
His hand rode up my back onto my neck. He pushed my face into his. He was making out with me. My brother. What was happening? I wanted this, I think. I didn’t want him to be dreaming. I never thought of what I would do if one of my dreams became reality.
Ean’s body rolled forward. He pushed me back and settled on top of me, kind of off to the side. Something grew along my leg. My brother was getting an erection. What was I suppose to do? Was I supposed to let him have a wet dream on top of me? That would be the most amazing thing in the world. Or would it?
Why did I have to second guess myself always in the heat of the most important times of my life? The hand around the back of my neck retreated to my chest. It didn’t stop there but I just remember so vividly when it was there for the one small stroke. His hand travel down my ribs, over my belly, onto my pelvis. Oh my goodness!!
His fingers slid over the thin fabric of my nightgown to the very bottom. At the bottom they stopped. They changed direction immediately. My nightgown was being hiked up. By my brother!
His fingers tapped into my panties. My wet panties. At first just the tips. Then they slid more, the pads of his fingers were rolling over my vagina. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. I had never felt so much pleasure in my entire life. It was happening so fast. It was the first time I ever remembered someone touching me there, and it just had to be him. My brother!
The pads of his fingers turned into his whole fingers. Those turned into his palm. The giant hot thing burning into my leg moved up and down. He was humping my bare leg under his boxers. I couldn’t take much more. So much so fast. I was only fourteen.
His palm continued rubbing up and down over my panties. Over my mound. Over my vagina. I lost.
“Aaaah,” I moaned. My hips shattered under an orgasm. I couldn’t stay silent. All my senses died. All but the nerves in my vagina. The feeling was beyond life. He masturbated me. He pushed me into orgasm. In his bed. With his hand. My vagina writhed and pounded at nothing. I cooed and moaned several more vowels.
I knew I had to stop. I had to try to focus my eyes. The rubbing on my panties stopped. The pipe bouncing on my leg ceased movement. Damn it! I couldn’t regain control of my body. Damn that orgasm was so good. I needed to stop it. My entire body was tingling and my pelvis was on fire with pleasure. Stop it. Stop it. Please just stop. It took all my strength to keep the cooing I so desperately wanted to release, inaudible. Wow! Stop. Finally. The greatest orgasm of my life began subsiding.
My eyes began focusing on my brother’s face. I could still feel amazing pleasure pulsing through my reproductive organ but at least I could see the damage. I felt the rapidly growing wetness on my panties. Ean’s hand was still there. He could feel literally as my cum oozed from my slit into my panties. That overflowing wetness soaked through the fabric onto his hand. It was soo warm.
I didn’t know why his hand was still touching me there but I wished he would never take it away. I wanted him to feel my wetness. I wanted to feel his warmth, his cupping comfort.
His face was so scared. My orgasm finally left me. My panties were as soaked as could be.
“I thought you were Crystal. I swear. I’m so sorry. Please I’ll do anything to make this right. Please forgive me. I thought you were Crystal.”
His eyes watered on the first sentence; they dripped on the last. Two tears fell to my cheek. He finally removed his hand from my vagina and his boner from my leg. He was moving away from me. I reached out and grabbed his hand. I felt my own wetness soaking it.
“Ean, it’s ok.” I didn’t want to sound like wanted it. I didn’t know how much he knew and I wanted to keep myself as safe as possible from him profiling me correctly. “You’ve been through a lot. It’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok. I have to leave. I’ll go back to college. I can’t stay with you anymore. I can’t believe I did that to you. I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“NO! You can’t go back! I need you! Mom and I need you. You have to stay. I liked it. I like when you touch me. I feel special. I feel like you love me. Like you’re the only one I can trust. Don’t leave.”
Something I said struck him hard. I said too much. I knew I should have kept playing my safe game. He scared me though. I would do anything to keep him from leaving. He stared into my eyes. I hated it. It was like he was looking into my mind. He was profiling me. Like I was something less than him.
He let go of my hand. He scooted back to get off the bed.
“Please, just go back to sleep here. If you leave me alone after what just happened, you know what I’ll be feeling.” I couldn’t say what I would feel but I knew it. If he gave it thought he would figure it out. He was the smartest person I knew. He would deduce it. Wouldn’t he?
Leaving me stranded after that, I would feel horrible, guilty, sick. I would never be able to face him again.
“Fine,” he said coldly. “If I start at it again, wake me up before I do anything. I won’t forgive you again. You might like it, but it kills me. I was the one who actually did it. I have to live with it.” He turned away from me and dropped down at the edge of the mattress.
What did I just do? He’d never be able to trust me again. He would always look down on me from then on. I would be his weird freak little sister that likes him too much. Why did he keep his hand on my vagina so long? Why did he linger, collecting all the lubricant that poured out? What was he really thinking?
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Another post from the point of view of an older friend Gary…aka 67Goat…
John and friends
I was in my room looking through my wardrobe deciding what to wear today, as i was looking after the brat, i thought about wearing baggy jeans and jumper, but the slut in me was taking over my life, i chose a really short black skirt, and an old white school shirt, and slipped them on the shirt pulled tight across my tits and made them look bigger, and my nipples were pushing the tight material out and they were rubbing the tight shirt keeping them stiff, the arms were to short and to tight, and didnt feel confortable, but with a bit of work i could sort that out.
I slipped on some plain white panties, not the big knickers but they covered everything including my bum cheeks, i brushed my hair and put on a bit of make up and went back downstairs, i took some scissors from the kitchen and went into the lounge, i took my shirt off and set to work on cutting the sleeves of at the stitching on the shoulders, i slipped it back on and looked in the mirror over the fire place, “not bad” i said to myself, i then got a pen and opend my legs, with the pen i draw around the crotch of my panties but on the outer side of my lips, and then the same around my ass hole, then dropped my panties to the floor, then i took the scissors and carefully cut around the pen lines, and slipped them back on, i had to position the cut out area a bit but once is was either side of my lips it was comfortable. I put my hands up my skirt and could easily feel the bare skin of my pussy and ass hole, i went back upstairs done my hair and put on some make upand went back down, so if John decided he wanted some fun i was set for it…..
A little later i heard the loo flush, and footsteps on the stairs, and John appeared at the door to the living room, “morning” i said he just grunted and walked through to the kitchen, he had on a pair of jeans and his t-shirt was thrown over his shoulder, he put his t-shirt on the table and went to the sink, he had his back to me, he looked kind of fit from behind for a 12 yr old, he was going to grow up to be fit and handsome, I shouted out to him “were all alone John, what would you lik to do today” i teased,
“Im going out” he nervously replied.
“oh John, i’ve been waiting all morning for you to get up, and your not interested” i walked into the kitchen and up behind him, “dont you think i look sexy today John?, i got dressed up just for you” i put my hand on his back and rub it up and down, he looked in my eyes, he looked scared, and said “your a bitch Wendy, your only teasing me!”
I instantly felt sorry for teasing him, and turnd to walk away, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him, he kissed me on the lips, but i dont think he really knew how to kiss properly, and moved away from me.
“I have got to look after you today John so please dont be like this,” he was looking at me, at my boobs, my legs and then back in my eyes, “your a bitch” he said again, I was getting upset and asked “why am i?” “what have i done wrong John, it should be me thats pissed off, you were going to tell your mum if i didnt show you my pussy”
“Yeah but your shagging my brother, i heard you and Jason in his room…” he shouted at me with tears in his eyes.
Now i was worried, what if he told on us, i tried to approach him but he kept backing away, ” i thought you liked me Wendy,”
“I do John, but you tried to get me in trouble if i didnt show you what you wanted, and now your going to tell your mum about Jason and me,” i started crying, i was so scared, he shouted again ” i wouldnt of told on you Wendy i just wanted to see it thats all,” he put his hand to my face and wiped away a tear, “I’m sorry” i said, “but Jason was showing me what to do thats all” i said “he even showed me how to kiss properly, i can show you it all if you want” and i held his hand to my tit and rub it over my nipple, it went hard instantly he looked at my chest and a sort of smile came over his mouth.
“can we go to your room, please” he said,
I pulled him by the hand and and started to go upstairs, he followed right behind me, he must of been getting a good eye full, we got in my room and i turned and looked at him, he was covering the front of his jeans with his hands, i moved them away and said “you dont have to hide it from me, i have seen it befor” and smiled at him.
He moved his hands away and i reachd up for his button and opened it, then pulled his zip down, i slipped my hand in side and groped his hard cock, then grabbed it and pulled him toward the bed by his hard on, i turned him and pushed him down, he layed flat on his back, i leant over and put my lips on his, i opened my mouth, and put some pressure on his, i slid my tongue into his mouth, and started a real kiss, he soon caught on and done everything i don back to me, i could see he was going to be a quick learner.
I broke the kiss and moved down to his chest and planted a kiss on his nipple,he jerked,and i moved to the other side and done the same, then traced my tongue down his body to the top of his jeans, i put 1 hand either side and pullled themdown and off his feet, then the same with his pants, his cock jumped up and was right in front of my face looking at me he was smiling.
I put my hand around his cock and started rubbing it slowly up and down, then lowered my head and put it in my mouth, i started to give him a blow job, bobbing up and down and sucking on the head for all i was worth, the thought in my head was to blow him and let him go out, and hope he would be happy wuth it but my pussy was saying something else, it was tingling now and i moved my hand down to rub it, and slipt a finger in my already wet pussy, i was trying to concetrate on finishing him off as quick as possible, but my body was taking over the situation, i put a hand up and started unbutoning my shirt to release my tits, i dropped his cock out of my mouth and sat back on my legs and pulled my shirt off my arms, i started to move up his body and hung my nipple over his mouth and imediatly he started sucking my tits first 1 then the other, i lowered my hips down so my wet slit was touching his cock and i rubbed my pussy back and forth against his hard cock, i must of gone to far forward after a couple of times as when i went back his cock actually penetrated my pussy, he instictly jerked his hips, and he was right up inside my pussy, i couldnt stop and rode his cock, squeezing my pussy round his shaft, my orgasm just attacked me, and i pushed right down on his cock and flood him with my juice, it then hit m that he was inside me and i quickly got his cock out of my pussy, i dropped back to my knees and licked som of my cum off his balls, then put his cock back in my mouth and started to suck his erection again, my juices tasted good on his cock, and i doubled the speed on his cock, taking it right to the back of my throat and all the way to the head again.
Then the twitch that told me he was gonna shoot, and then he came, hot spunk coating my tongue, and filing my mouth, he tasted so good, and i sucked till he softened up and fell out my mouth.
i sat back on my lgs and looked at him, he had his eyes shut and looked like a little angel sitting there with his soft cock on his thigh.
“Wow Wendy that was cool, but why did you take it out of your fanny?”
I looked at his face and said “we are both to young to have a baby” he looked me in the eye and just nodded. “can i look at it please?” he asked, i stood up and pulled my skirt up, he was shaking his head and leaned forward and grabbed my panties and pulled them down, he got on the floor in front of me and stuck a finger right inside me, and started frigging my pussy, making me wet again, i lifted 1 foot so my panties came off and leaned over the edge of the bed, he crawled under my legs so he was now behind me, and finger fucking me, but with only 1 finger, i put my hand between my legs and grabbed his hand and pulled his finger out, and put 2 of my fingers in myself, frigged a couple of times and then pulled my fingers away, he took the hint and put 2 fingers in me and started poking my pussy harder and faster, i was really grinding back on his fingers but still needed something more, it was my ass, it was hungry for something, i couldnt shove my fingers in there in front of John, could i……..
Well i could, and i did, i heard him gasp with surprise, as i slipped first 1 finger then a second finger into my bum hole, and started to get into the same rythm as him, i was getting close to orgasm, and then put another finger in my ass, he followed suite and put a third in my pussy, this tipped me over the edge, and i squeezed my tight pussy on his fingers and cum all over them, when my orgasm stopped i asked him to take his fingers out and put his tongue in there instead, and i pulled my fingers out my bum, i felt his breath on my bum then his tongue in between my lips, and his tongue was licking my juicy pussy, then i felt his fingers pressing against my ass, this started to build me toward orgasm again, i was breathing heavy again and forcing myself on to his face and fingers, all of a sudden he stopped licking me, his fingers came out of my ass and into my pussy, then i felt his thumb against my bum hole, pushing it in, then i felt a hand on my nipple, i was on my way to heaven,,, then realised he must have 3 hands, then “ouch” his cock was full lentgh in side my bum,,, he was fucking my ass, a couple of thrusts and the pain was replaced with the most glorious sensation, this felt so sexy, i started to cum, it started small but it made me push back against his cock while he was bum fucking me, then the orgasm got heavier, i could feel my thighs getting wetter and wetter, i was squeezing his cock so tight with my ass that when he started to cum it seemed to shoot in such small but quick spurts, i started to relax my bum, and felt his hot cum shoot right into my stomach, he completly filled my ass with cum, and left his cock inthere untill it went soft and plopped out on its own.
i just stayed in that position savouring the feeling of all that spunk in my ass, i could feel it trickle a bit out and down my thighs, i could here him getting up on his feet but i didnt want to move, i felt so fullfilled.
He then bent forward and kissed me passionatly on the lips “thankyou Wendy, that was the best, i hope i get to do that again sometime.”
“mmm me to i whispered, that was the best i ever had” i said, and that was the truth at the time……
“see you later Wendy” he said as he grabbed his pants and jeans, he slapped my bum and walked out my bedroom.
I just layed there for a while thinking about how good that felt being ass fucked by MY LITTLE BROTHER, after about 10 minutes i got to my feet and imediatly felt his cum drip out of my bum, even that felt sexy, i just had to run my fingers up my thigh and scoop some of the cum and lick it off my fingers, God i am a cum slut i thought to myself.
Afetr cleaning myself up in the bathroom, i put my skirt, shirt and panties back on and went down stairs and got myself a well needed drink, and sat on the sofa and put the telly on. I must have dozed off, as i was woken when i felt a hand on my ankes, they were being lifted up and placed on the sofa so i was now laying down, i opened my eyes, and saw John, “what are you doing John?” i asked,
“Nothing Wendy, i did say i would only be out for a couple of hours didnt i?” he replied.
“what are you doing to my feet then?” i asked again, “getting you ready for some more fun” he answered,
“Didnt you get enough earlier then?” i was laughing at him, “cant you wait till another time?”
“But Wendy you said you wanted to do it again and i,m here now so lets do it”
“Yes John but we have the rest of the summer holiday, and you wouldnt want to wear it out would you?”
He started to part my legs, i didnt resist and he then rubbed my inner thighs, it felt good i closed my eyes and rested my head on the arm of the sofa, and let my legs fall open exposing my pussy, and ass to little John.
I then felt something pushing against my mouth and opened my lips to except the stiff cock, my thighs being rubbed softly was turning me on and the cock in my mouth started pushing to the back of my throat hard, i grabbed it with my hand to stop me gagging, and opend my eyes, to my shock and horror there was another young boy connected to the other end of the hard cock in my mouth, i tried to pull my head back but the arm of the sofa stopped me, John Spoke “my friends want to have a go with you to Wendy, so just lay there and take your punishment” he was looking straight into my eyes, he looked evil, what punishment was i taking, what had i done wrong now, allmthe questions going through my head, i rolled my eyes around and could see another 4 naked boys all with there cocks in there hands. the 1 in my mouth was pumping really fast and soon started shooting hot cum to the back of my throat, i was still trying to get free but that taste again stopped me from struggling, and i started to swallow. John pushed a finger in my pussy and back out again, it was wet, he held it up in front of my eyes, “you are njoying it then Wendy, look your sopping wet already,” i felt myself blush, and the cock withdrew from my mouth, “John you got to stop this, its bad, and you could get caught, you would be in trouble then,” i warned.
“we wont get caught Wendy, were taking you up to my room,” he then grabbed my arm and his mates helped grabbing my other arm and a couple grabbed my legs, they lifted me up and carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom, 1 of them put his hand up my skirt and ripped my panties off, this made me kick and struggle but they were all stronger than me and threw me on to 1 of the beds, i was on my stomach and felt hands pulling at my skirt, they were stripping me off, my shirt buttons were ripped off as the pulled the shirt from behind, my arms were forced backwards as they pulled the shirt off me, they grabbed my hands and pulled me to the foot board at the bottom of the bed, they placed me so my tits were hanging over the end of the board, this made me get on my knees on the bed so my ass was now up in the air.
1 of the boys came and stood right in front of my face and asked “can i put it in your mouth please Wendy?” and they all laughed at this, i was about to answer no, but as i opened my mouth to speak he thrust his hard cock in, “oh thankyou” he said and burst out laughing. I could feel fingers pulling at my pussy lips, there must have been 3 boys all trying to get there fingers in me at once, they were all laughing, this went on for a couple of minutes, and my juices were flowing i couldnt help that, but did i want this to happen? i dont know, but it was happening any way.
The cock in my mouth was thrusting so fast now i couldnt suck it if i wanted to, then he came, what seemed like pints, i couldnt swallow all of it and it dripped out the sides of my mouth, he withdrew and straight away there was another 1 to takes it place, i could now feel 2 fingers fucking my pussy, i heard John, “keep that up Bobby, she likes that, and she likes this,” i felt a finger enter my bum hole, frigging in and out, my body was taking over, i could feel an orgasm in the bottom of my stomach, then i felt lips on my nipples, another finger in my bum hole, the cock in my mouth started to cum, this time i was sucking all the juice out of the cock, it spurtd and spurted hot thick cum, another great big load, i couldnt swallow it all again, and more was dripping down my chin, he withdrew and spurted more right in my face covering my forehead and dribbling down over my eyes, “argh argh,” i was screaming as i came, pulling the 2 fingers into my ass and the 2 fingers into my pussy, my orgasm seemed to go on and on, i was moaning and groaning all the way through it, i reached myhands down, and grabbed the 2 cocks of the boys sucking my tits and started wanking them, i then had another cock offered up to my mouth wich i eagerly took in and started to suck on it straight down my throat, the fingers left my pussy and ass, and then i felt a cock poking my bum hole, it forced its way in and soon got into a rythm, my eyes were tight shut and i was groaning around the cock on my tongue, i was getting well fucked now, and i felt my ass swell as the cock in there started to shoot cum…..
the 1 in my mouth started to cum at the same time, this again brought me over the edge and i was comming at the same time….
After the cock was taken out of my mouth i said in an out of breath voice “let me lay down please, this is uncomfortable”
They all moved back from me, and i layed on my back on the bed slightly leaning against the wall, 1 of the boys handed me a pillow, and i placed it behind me, i could now see all 6 boys, and there cocks, amazingly they were all hard and poking toward me. I called John over and grabbed his cock, and pulled him into my mouth and started scking him, then 2 others got on the bed either side of me, i grabbed there cocks and started wanking them both, another put his cock up to my pussy, i pulled John out my mouth just as the cock entered my pussy, and i said not in there, John looked round and shook his head, “up her ass only” he snappd, the cock came out of my pussy and straight up my ass, i squeeled and then John stuck his cock back in my mouth, and started fucking my face, his mate was in my ass and going like the clappers, John looked at the 2 being wanked and said, “tell me when your gonna cum boys” and laughed, his mate shot a load up my bum hole, hot and thick, he pulled out and i felt some drip onto my thighs, my bum felt all sticky and slimy, another cock was entering my bum and started fucking it a bit slower this time, the boy in my left hand tapped Johns shoulder, “you cummin” said John, “gunna cum soon” he said, “what bout you bobby, “mmm YEAH”
“Then get your cocks up here,” he pulled out of my mouth and all 3 were wanking in front of my face, “keep your mouth open Wendy, were gonna shoot,” i put my tongue out and the first started to lt go, straight into the middle of my face then John into my mouth, then bobby started to cum, his cum was really thick and blobbed out onto my tongue he started wanking his cock shooting his thick stuff all over my face even some in my eye and in my hair, then more cum up my bum, John was still shooting into my mouth and it started dribbling down over my chin onto my tits, the cum was dribbling out of my bum, when john stopped, he moved away and looked into my eyes, he looked happy, with himself, he told his friend to take his place and fuck my mouth, he jumped up on the bed and thrust his cock straight in to my throat making me gag….. John put 2 fingers into my pussy and started to frig me, building me to another orgasm, he bent down and licked my clit, i was getting near, when he stopped, pushed his mate who had his cock in my mouth, then shoved his growing cock into my pussy, he pulled my legs right up in the air and told Tommy to fuckmy ass, another boy was trying to force his cock into my mouth next to his mate, then the final 2 put my hands round there cocks, my ass was now being pound along with my pussy and 2 in my mouth, i started cumming, wave after wave through my body, taking me past anything i have had befor, both cocks shot even more cum into my mouth, i couldnt swallow, my ass was taking another load, and i wanked the other 2 to cum on my belly and tits, the 1 up my bum pulled out, and left john fucking my pussy all the others moved away, it was just john and me, i was still having orgasms and still dribbling spunk out of my mouth, John pinched my cum covered nipples then “hold it I,M CUMMING! ” he shouted and filled my pussy with spurt after spurt of creamy red hot spunk, i was taken to another orgasm and reached down to grab his cock to keep it in me while i came, he obliged and seemed to enjoy the feeling as i squeezed his cock with my pussy lips till i stopped cumming. Johns pulled his cock out of me and offered up to my mouth, “suck it clean Wendy” he smiled at me, and i sucked his cock clean of my juices and his cum, from my pussy, i looked round the room and most of the cocks were hanging down and deflated but there were still 2 erect cocks there, i called them over and told 1 to lay back on the bed with his feet in the floor, i straddled over him, and sank my pussy down over his cock, i told the other 1 to put it in my bum, i wanted another orgasm, i heard my bum hole squelch as he forced it in he started a rythm and i joined in riding the cock under me, straight away i could feel myself building to orgasm, but i wanted to hold off for a while, but the boy in my bum had other ideas and started banging away like a steam trainforcing his cock right up till his balls smacked me, i was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out and shot his spunk over my back, it rained down all over my spine right down to my bum crack, the other cock was shooting in my pussy i still hadnt cum and these 2 had finished the boy below me had shrunk and fell out, i stood up on wobbly legs leaned my head down to his soft cock to get my balance and pushed 2 fingers into my pussy, my other hand reached round and 2 fingers into my ass, and frigged myself in front of them all to yet another massive orgasm, falling into a heap on the bed when i had finished…….
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