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Incest girl – Chapter Three

Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny, a perfect day in late May, but the Prentiss family didn’t get off to an early start on their picnic as they had first planned. For one thing, Paula noticed, neither Mom nor Dad were in any great hurry to get out of bed. Not that they hadn’t gone to bed early enough the night before. They were in the bedroom by nine o’clock.
It was one of those evenings when the four of them sat down in the living room to watch TV. Then Mom sat on Dad’s lap and wriggled and squirmed around until she had him as worked up as she was. Suddenly they got up and went off to their bedroom, and that was the last Paula and her brother saw of them until the next day at ten o’clock.
Paula knew her parents hadn’t gone to sleep right away. When she went to her room later that night, she could hear sounds coming from her parents’ room, right next to hers. She couldn’t hear what they were saying but she could identify the various sounds. She knew they were having a hell of a great time together.
After her parents had gone to their room, Paula’s brother gave her a pretty hot time on the living room couch. Paula’s Mom and Dad were no sooner out of the room than her brother pulled her into his arms and the two of them did some hot and heavy necking. His hands were all over her and Paula didn’t mind in the least that his kisses were one long open-mouthed tongue-licking experience.
His hands were squeezing and caressing her full firm tits, and when his mouth finally left hers, it was to lick and suck on her stiffening nipples. Her brother kept this up until she had two sensational ass-wriggling orgasms, the second one within minutes of the first.
While Paula cuddled in her brother’s arms, she felt so good she didn’t object at all when his hand slipped inside her panties and fingered her already wet pussy. She soon realized her brother was no amateur at playing with a girl’s cunt. His teasing fingers brought her to a mind-shattering climax four times within the next hour. But if her brother thought that now that she was in the mood, she’d let him get his cock into her, he was mistaken!
Paula was stubborn. She wasn’t about to let him fuck her. Why should she? Daddy had given her all the cock she needed, that very afternoon. Maybe she thought of herself now as Daddy’s woman. And later, as she lay in bed listening to the sounds of the fun and merriment coming from her parents bedroom next to hers, she experienced a feeling of resentment and wished she’d stayed in the living room and let her brother fuck the hell out of her.
Paula went back out to the living room where her brother was still sitting on the sofa. When he undid his zipper and his long hard shaft sprang out into the room, her fingers closed around it and she began to pump away on it. Moments later he let out an animal-like growl and Paula watched a powerful stream of cum spurt from the head of his cock and fly half-way across the room. After that, Paula went back to bed, leaving her brother to clean up his mess off the living room carpet.
In the kitchen the next morning, Paula was pleased to see that they all had the same idea about what to wear for the picnic. Dennis and Daddy both wore swim trunks, while Mom sported a bikini every bit as brief as the one she was wearing.
Paula noticed each male had a considerable sized bulge in the front of his swim trunks, and she wondered if it was her or Mom who inspired it. It was difficult to tell. Daddy was looking at her as though he’d like to take her out by the side of the pool and fuck her again. Her brother was giving Mom some pretty hot looks, too. Dennis had his gaze fixed on that narrow strip of cloth that barely covered Mom’s pussy, and it was quite obvious what he had on his mind. A quick glance at Mom’s eyes made Paula realize she was quite aware of her son’s heated interest.
“Well, let’s get moving if we’re gonna go,” said Paula’s father cheerfully, setting his coffee cup down in its saucer. “Let’s get things organized here!”
“I’m all ready,” chirped Paula’s mother happily, hoisting a straw picnic basket into her slender arms. “Dennis will you pick up the ice chest? It’s heavy. It has all the beer and Cokes in it.”
Minutes later the family had arranged themselves in the family Ford. Paula sat in the back with her brother, while Mom sat close to Dad, who was driving. Paula’s mother looked so lovely and desirable; Paula almost felt a little envious. How could Daddy or Dennis possibly notice her when Mom was there to look at? Mom’s bikini revealed a luscious, trim and shapely ass and her gracefully molded legs flattered her slender figure.
An hour later the Ford turned off the highway onto an older, narrower and more deserted country road. It was noon by now, and the direct sun coming down on them bathed the countryside in its warmth and gave the occupants of the car the feeling that all was right with the world.
Paula’s envy of her mother soon vanished. Her entire body tinged with delicious excitement as she felt her almost naked loins become the focal point of interest to her brother. Glancing down, she observed with obscene relish that he had a very definite hard-on! Of course her handsome brother wanted to fuck her; he was pretending not to notice her so as not to reveal his interest to Daddy, who was staring at her in the rear-view mirror. But her brother’s great cock gave him away! Daddy’s eyes were glued to her in the mirror and she wondered if he had a hard-on also.
Wow! So many things were happening this weekend that she didn’t know quite what to think of them. But one thing was certain. She wanted to find out more about all this!
The one thing that clouded her sensation of budding sexuality was that she wasn’t sure how far she should let her brother go. Finally she decided that although she had played with his cock last night – jerked him off in fact – and today she might let him finger her pussy again, she’d never let him fuck her. At least not until she saw how things were between her and Daddy!
The countryside was changing now as they approached the Wahsanee River. It was more hilly and sparsely populated. Both Dad and Mom expressed strong pangs of nostalgia as they drove past an occasional well-kept farmhouse with flourishing fields of young corn and rippling wheat. They were in an animated discussion about how they spent their childhood and teenage summers.
Paula picked up on the bits and pieces of their conversation – and the way they looked at each other – and concluded that it was around here, while on a picnic, that Dad gave Mom her first fuck. Judging from the twinkle in Mom’s eyes, she must have really liked it! Paula was quick to notice a movement of Mom’s arm as she sat close to Dad, and she realized Mom was feeling Dad’s erection though his swim trunks.
Paula felt a strong temptation to quickly lean over the front seat and catch Mom in the act of feeling Dad’s cock. But she didn’t dare. Besides, Mom’s hand was keeping Dad’s attention off her and he wasn’t looking at her in the rear-view mirror. That enabled her brother to move his hand over onto her legs. In a few moments he had the crotch of her bikini pulled to one side and he was fingering her cunt. A few minutes more and the Ford had reached its destination and pulled to a stop – just as Paula reached her climax!
Paula’s mother was the first one out of the car when it came to a halt an a heavily wooded bank above the river, and she stood taking deep breaths of the pine and grass scented air. In an instant Paula’s brother was out of the car and standing close to her. His eyes were coursing over his mother’s naked legs and her almost naked ass.
“Oh, Dennis, it’s so green and fresh smelling!” Mom said as their arms went about each other. She didn’t seem to be at all angry about the way her son stared lustfully at her bikini-clad body. She seemed girlishly uninhibited, returning his kisses and caresses its they wandered around the small grassy clearing. “Look! There’s violets and wild strawberries growing there!”
Presently mother and son returned to the car and helped Paula and her father take things from the trunk. A moment later her brother spoke to Paula in a near whisper. “Come on! Let’s go for a walk along the river bank.”
“Hey, Mom,” Paula said to her mother in response to her brother’s request. “Okay if Dennis and I go for a walk? You don’t need us here.”
“All right, dear,” replied her mother with good humor. “Enjoy yourselves. It’ll be at least a couple of hours before everything is ready to sit down to.”
Paula and her brother turned and darted down the steep path through the trees and shrubs to the dyer’s edge. They walked along in silence until they reached a small grassy area closed in on three sides by birch trees and thick bushes.
“Dennis, I…” Paula began, but before she could complete her sentence, her brother interrupted.
“Hey, honey, let’s stop here. Baby, this is it! Look at that soft grass!” His arm slipped around her waist and pulled her close to him.
Paula wasn’t enthused about the idea of stopping. The reason she’d started to speak was that she wanted to tell her brother that she really didn’t know what she was feeling, and that she didn’t want to fuck him.
His hand went onto one of her tits and gently squeezed and fondled it while he kissed her. “You like that, baby?”
“Don’t, Dennis.”
“Whatsa matter? You scared of having fun all of a sudden?”
“I just don’t think I feel like necking,” Paula said, and she was little amazed at how calm and confident her voice sounded to her ears.
“You didn’t mind me fingering your pussy when we were in the car.”
“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do,” she told him, a buoyant sense of freedom surging through her at the realization. Paula stared seriously up at her handsome brother’s face. “I only stopped here because I think we should have a talk.”
“A talk? Again? Didn’t you talk enough last night? Shit! Mom and Dad took off for the bedroom at nine o’clock. We could have had a ball, fucking on the couch! But you kept stalling, and talking! Well, I’ve had it with your stupid little games, Paula. You’ve been putting me off for too long. I want to fuck you, and that’s what I’m going to do – now!”
“But I don’t want…” Paula tried to protest, taking a step away from Dennis. For the first time she noticed the grim determination in his eyes. How could she ever have thought she wanted her brother to fuck her? Fear ran down her spine as she realized how insistent he was.
“I don’t care if you want it or not, you little cock-tease!” her brother cried, lunging for her and pulling her slim body tight against his hard loins.
Paula wanted to object. What right did he have to go grabbing her like that? But his mouth pressed so tightly against hers she could hardly breathe, let alone speak. For a moment she clenched her teeth to keep out his hotly prodding tongue, but the instant she gasped for air, it shot inside to tease unmercifully at her sensitive mouth and tongue. Even as she tried to wriggle out of her brother’s grasp, Paula felt her determinism fading.
Oh God! It feels so nice! Why not? Why not?
“I’m going to fuck you, Paula,” her brother murmured into the warmth of her mouth, his eager hands on the firm round mounds of her bikini-covered ass-cheeks – feeling them, caressing them.
“Dennis… no!”
“I’ve been trying to get my cock into you for months now, my hot little sister. Today you’re going to get it!” His pent-up frustration sent his virile young prick surging into a powerful erection that throbbed agonizingly inside his swim trunks. He ground his aching thickness against the tender flesh between his sister’s legs.
“No! Dennis… don’t… stop it!” Paula moaned, but it was obvious to her brother – who had already stripped off her halter and whose hands were now tugging down her tiny bikini bottoms – that her protest was merely a token one. Even as Paula’s low whimpers broke from her lips, she was trembling in her brother’s arms and not making any real effort to pull, herself away.
He had her completely naked, then he released her from his embrace to pull down his swim trunks and step out of thorn. For a moment his physical relief, as his bone-hard prick sprang up free from the painfully restraining material, was so great he didn’t realize the strategic error he’d made.
Although Paula was certainly in an obsessive state of erotic desire, she had enough control of herself to be amazed at how easily she could be so hotly amused by her brother. Her anger at her brother blotted out most of her lust the moment he stepped away from her.
“You’re wasting your time taking off your swim trunks, Dennis,” she said in a cold voice in which only the slightest tremor could be noticed. “I don’t want you to touch me!”
Paula reached down to the soft grass to retrieve the two discarded pieces of her bikini. With her back to her brother and bending over, she had then made HER strategic error! Her lust-crazed brother lunged toward her, seized her around the hips and dragged her to the ground. Before Paula even knew what was happening, she was on her back with her naked brother on top of her. The length of his iron-hard prick pressed firmly against her pubic mound. He was much stronger than she, and the impact of his weight stunned her. Still, she had the presence of mind to clamp her legs together and dig her fingernails into his back.
I have to get away! If I don’t getaway from him I’ll start to like it. I’ll want hit to fuck me! And I want it to be Daddy who gives me all the fucking I need!
“Hey! Quit that!” her brother bellowed, as Paula’s nails dug into his back. “And what do you mean, you don’t want me to touch you? You didn’t tell me that last night, when I was giving you all those kisses, and licking and sucking on your tits. You didn’t mind me touching you when I fingered your pussy and you had one climax after another. If my cock is so objectionable, how come you held it in your hand last night and played with it so long? You loved jerking me off, didn’t you? You might as well admit it, my horny little sister, you want it as much as I do. You want me to fuck you!”
Paula had been letting her brother fool around with her for the past six months, stopping him before he went too far, never allowing him to fuck her. But never in all that time had she ever driven him into such a blind rage as this. It frightened her, but it also excited her in a way she didn’t fully understand – just as the way he pinned her arms to the ground and the feel of his iron-hard prick rubbing on her pubic mound sent thrills churning through her.
“No, Dennis! No!” she wailed. But even as she cried out, she felt her objection weakening.
I can’t help it! He’s too strong! I can’t stop him. I can’t possibly make him understand I don’t want him to fuck me!
Somehow, this rationalization released something inside Paula’s brain, and she began to writhe in increasing abandon beneath the body of her lust-frenzied brother. The warm hard thickness of his virile prick rubbed tightly against her pussy mound. It felt as large and menacing as her father’s. But her brother’s cock was so smooth, and it pulsated with such obscene power against her trembling flesh, she felt herself grow dizzy as a wave of hot ticklish sensations swept over her.
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever known, Paula. You’re not a kid any more and I just gotta feel you. I gotta feel your pussy with my prick! I’ve wanted to make it with you for a long time, baby, and the way you move around in those skimpy bikinis – showing off your tits, your cunt and your ass – I get so hot just looking at you, I can’t stand it. I want to jump you even when Mom and Dad are right there with us!”
“Dennis, don’t! Let me go!”
“Come on, Paula. Be good to me and open your legs. Look at me! I won’t hurt you. It’ll feel wonderful to both of us, when I get my prick into you. You’ll love it, I promise. Come on, baby. Let me fuck you. ‘Cause you want me to do it to you, don’t you? Don’t you, Paula?”
Her brother’s words rang in her ears and her naked body trembled with the same urgent hot desire she’d felt yesterday with her father. Tiny droplets of moisture were forming on the lips of her pussy as she pressed her thighs ever more closely together to pressure her sensitive clit. She knew she wanted this exquisite feeling to build and build, until her entire body exploded in rapturous orgasm, with her brother’s prick spurting its hot charge deep in her pussy.
Suddenly the lust-fevered young girl’s hand reached down and her fingers closed around the hard shaft of her brother’s cock. She smiled into his handsome face as he pressed his naked body up against her as he lay beside her on the soft grass. Paula moaned as she felt the solid head of his cock rub along the moist lips of her pussy.
A cool rush of air wafted in and fanned Paula’s feverish body. Her brother’s eager hands were feeling her body and his hot panting breath tickled her ear. Fearful that something might break this magic spell, the sexually aroused young girl buried her face in the hollow of her brother’s neck and shoulder. At the same time, she inched her lust-inflamed body toward her brother’s bare loins. He pressed back eagerly against her nude body.
“Yes… oh yes, Dennis…” the girl whispered. “Do it to me. I want you to…”
For a bewildered instant, her brother thought he was dreaming. He hadn’t expected his sister to react so suddenly with such passion to his intimate touches. He bent his head to kiss her cheek and her long golden hair, while his hand caressed the round contours of her luscious ass-cheeks.
Paula’s svelte body looked girlish and vulnerable lying next to the masculine form of her brother. His already swollen cock, held lovingly in her gasp, pulsed to an even greater girth, and he moved closer to Paula’s naked curves so he could press his aching shaft against her soft thighs and shove the head against her moist pussy.
From where Paula lay on her side, the hard pink tips of her peach-shaped breasts rubbed gently against her brother’s chest, causing her to let out another moan of urgent desire.
“Do it to me, Dennis. I want you. I want your cock!”
Impatiently eager, as any adolescent would be with such a luscious bundle in his arms, her brother rolled Paula onto her back, pausing a brief moment to run his hands over her gracefully curving flesh, and then he climbed on top of her. All the while Paula murmured sounds of passionate encouragement.
“Touch me, Dennis… feel me. Oh yes, do it to me!”
Dennis’ long hard cock, already swollen and throbbing with desire, inflated to a huge, rampant shaft of iron-hard desire in Paula’s firm grasp. With a guttural passionate groan, he grasped Paula’s firm ripe tits, pinching the stiffened nipples until her erotic moans mingled with his own. Paula’s mouth meshed with his in a shuddering kiss which seemed to go on and on, the kind of tongue-flicking, mouth-sucking kiss parents rarely consider proper conduct between a brother and sister.
As Paula felt her brother’s blunt, mushroom headed prick pushing against the moist lips of her cunt, she sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, her tongue flicking at it in a frantic love-duel. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck as she spread her legs wide in wanton invitation. Tremors of excitement shot along her spine at her acceptance of this forbidden act – being fucked by her own brother! But some how, the knowledge of her unforgivable guilt only served to increase her desire for her brother’s cock.
Oh, dear God! I’m writhing around stark naked in the grass with my own brother. And I’m letting him fuck me! And I want him to do it! Oh God, I don’t care if it is wrong, whatever comes of this – I want to be fucked by my brother!
“Fuck me, Dennis! Fuck me! I want you to do it to me! I want you to fuck me!”
A powerful shudder surged through Paula’s naked body as the words flowed spontaneously from her mouth. As the shocking obscenity echoed in her ears, she thrashed about on the grass like a lascivious demon. Whatever inhibitions she may have had vanished quickly with the surge of pleasure that swept through her as her brother’s cock worked its way deeper into her accepting cunt. Her girlishly rounded buttocks arched up to meet the pressure of his prick pushing into her, and her strangled moans echoed into the warm cave of Dennis’ mouth. He thrust again and his cock moved deeper into Paula’s cunt.
“Aaahhhhh! Oooowwwhhhh! It’s so big! So big! Oh, Dennis!”

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Growing up and Aunt Daphne

At the age of 12 I thought I had it all sorted. I had a clear idea of right and wrong- I knew that the church, God and the bible were right and that stealing, lying and cheating were wrong. I was, I thought, close to God. I went to church every Sunday, prayed every night and did my best to help others to see the error of their ways and return to the light- guess I was pretty much insufferable even if well-meaning. I was coming to understand about sins of the flesh- I wasn’t too sure what they were, but I lumped them into the general heading of bad things and left them there- happy to have a go at anyone who seemed to be erring in that particular direction. This all changed on Sunday shortly after my 12th birthday. I was keen to go to church but mum wanted to go into town to the mothers meeting and so she said I could go on my own that Sunday, Aunt Daphne agreed to bring me home and do some sitting whilst Mum finished up in town.
That’s was fine and after the service Daphne came and collected me from the kids class “You all ready to go?” she said. “Sure” I replied gathering up my books and bible. Daphne was my Mum’s younger sister, at nearly 35 she was still in the flush of her good looks, trim and petite with a well fitted dress she looked great and I had always liked her. She had recently divorced her husband (an action of which I thoroughly disapproved) and mum said she had gone a “bit crazy” since. Today she seemed to have a sparkle in her eye- but I guess I was just imagining it. The ride home was uneventful- I was spouting off about some sort of holier-than-thou nonsense and Daphne listed with a slightly pained expression. “Don’t you ever get tired of telling people what’s good for them?” she asked… I was surprised by the question- and frankly the answer was “No” but something in her tone of voice made me desist from actually voicing that reply. It thought for a while” What do you mean” I said “Its all laid down in the bible and the pastor explains it every Sunday- its not just me and its easy… you just listen and do what he says” She glanced at me as she drove “Its not always that simple” she said- “you are only 12 and there’s a lot you don’t know yet – stuff about relationships and between men and women- have you got a girlfriend yet?”. I reckoned she was off on the sins of the flesh stuff again and I was ready for that… “Well that’s what grown ups always say, but its no different when you’re older- it’s the same solution- listen to the pastor and the voice inside your head – and No I don’t have a girlfriend but I know how to behave when I get one” “Lucky girl” said Daphne under her breath- I could tell she was getting irritated with me and I really didn’t see what the difference was so we passed the rest of the journey in silence.
After we got home the phone rang- it was mum, she was delayed in town had run into some friends and was going to stay late for dinner, would Daphne mind putting me to bed? No problem, and so it was agreed, I went to watch TV and Daphne went upstairs. I heard her coming down a while later and she headed out for the garage. I lay on my stomach and watched the TV. The door opened and I turned to see Daphne standing there with something behind her back. “Your mums not coming home ‘till late” she said I thought maybe we could work a few things out and get some stuff straight? – you need to understand that the world isn’t quite as cosy as you think- there’s a lot of this man and woman stuff to understand- my ex showed me and I think its time someone showed you” I could see she has d a strange look in her eye, she closed the door behind her without turning round. “Get something straight little nephew, people don’t like having all this advice from a little prig, if you don’t stop you are going to really piss people off… anyway, its not as if its all bad…” her voice trailed off. Once before some kids at School had had a go at me along similar lines, I’d gotten the crap kicked out of me and left to go home in tears and a ripped shirt so I was pretty sure something bad was coming… She took a step forward and I retreated to the sofa “Do you like me?” she said “Yes of course” I replied… ”No, do you like the way I look?” she added. Well the truth was yes of course, she was trim and slim and her tight-fitting clothes showed off every one of her soft curves. “You look fine” I stammered. She came and sat next to me “Do you want to touch” she said. She put whatever it was she was holding down beside her and took my hand. She guided it to her breast- Satan’s work! “No” I yelled “I can’t do that I don’t want to!” “Don’t be such a scaredy cat” I tried to pull my hand back but in a flash she had reached behind her and grabbed the loop of rope she had been hiding, it was deftly slipped over my wrist and slid tight. “Can’t run now little boy” she teased. “What are you doing?” I asked. For reply she tied the rope to the arm of the sofa and grabbed my other wrist. She looped that one too and tied it off on the other side. “Just like hubby used to do” she said with a sparkle. I was worried now, I knew that her ex had beaten her; maybe she had learned to do the same? “No, No I said let me go” and I started to struggle. Daphne moved over me, putting her weight on my body, she was lithe and strong and easily overpowered me. I started to kick and got a lucky hit on her thigh. She slapped me hard across the face. I was so surprised by the sudden sting that I stopped struggling, it hurt, the redness welled on my cheek and tears started to trickle down my face “Just shut up, don’t struggle, you need this” she said. I thought of the saints and their trials and I knew that I had to face suffering, although somehow this seemed that it wasn’t all bad. Daphne stood and looked down at me, with a sudden movement she lifted her dress over her head and was standing before me in knickers and bra. I’d never seen a woman in her underwear before, the sight was spectacular but also forbidden, I closed my eyes. “Don’t be a cry baby” she said, “Look at me”. My eyes stayed shut “look at me she repeated and gave me another slap- although more gentle this time. I opened my eyes, I was crying properly now, no pretending, I was trapped and I didn’t know what to do. I was scared but excited- somewhere (I wasn’t sure quite where) there was an odd tingling…. But this was all wrong; I was going to go to hell for sure. Well if I was, then Daphne might be there ahead of me. “Don’t worry she said, I just need to do a few things for me and whilst I’m doing them you should learn a thing or two yourself” I didn’t know what she meant but I got the idea when she reached down and unzipped my fly… no-one had ever done that. The sensation was pleasant but it was wrong so I struggled again. Daphne used her weight to restrain me; I could smell her scent, floral and intoxicating. I began to feel giddy. I couldn’t see what was happening but Daphne had managed to worm her hand into my fly and was even now extricating my 12year old manhood from the protective folds of my pants. I’d never been touched there before, I even avoided touching myself there! – it was dirty and evil. But this didn’t feel either of those things. Her cool hands finally freed me from my clothes and her slender fingers closed about me enclosing my soft penis in her hand. Things began to happen, I realised where the tingling was coming from. It felt nice, but it was wrong, “No” I said again but she just squeezed more firmly and my prick answered with a matching Throb, “What’s the matter?” she cooed-“isn’t this nice?” She squeezed again. I was getting hard. But I mustn’t I knew this was bad, I knew all the bad things that come from that and I always tried to avoid it. Frantically I started reciting my favourite passages from the bible, take my mind elsewhere throb not working, must try harder please father help me throb, no, no more must control throb. How was this happening to me? I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t move… she seemed able to restrain me easily with just one hand. I couldn’t control the situation, I couldn’t even control my own body as my small member strove to swell and fill her fist even as it squeezed me. “Oh look what’s happened” she cooed in a tone that was both victorious and mocking at the same time. “Has the little boy stood up?” I knew it was wrong but I didn’t struggle, I didn’t scream there was a rushing sound in my head, the world shrank to this room, to me and her, to this sofa and finally just to my prick in her hand, that’s all there was, it filled the universe, it was the universe, THROB and the sparkling prickles of sensation flashed from my prick to my brain and seemed to say “don’t interrupt this, Don’t stop it we need it you prig, let us have our way!”
Daphne was moving now, sliding down my body which was awkwardly propped in a sitting position against the sofa. She took her eyes off mine and looked down at the contents of her hand, my little 12-year-old hard on twitching in her palm. “Hmmm you like that don’t you?” she said, in truth I did, but I wasn’t prepared for what followed. Daphne lowered her head. I felt her breath on the head of my prick, warm and damp and then a flash of pure delight what was that? She was licking the head! I reacted in shock “Uggh I said, Ooh what’s that?” “Don’t worry little boy” she teased, “Aunty has it all in hand”. With that she opened her mouth and her head bobbed further down. Her mouth enveloped me, there was warmth and wetness, and her tongue swirled around the head and tickled the underside of my prick. “No, No stop!” I screamed but in truth I didn’t want this to stop, my prick knew what it needed and Daphne seemed to know too, the two of them didn’t want me getting in the way. I found my hips bucked up as the tingling grew and grew building to a crescendo. There was a dam inside of me and it was going to burst! Closer, closer the walls were getting weaker, soon it would give way, the flood would come and there was nothing I could do about it. I made a half hearted move to push her away, “Don’t” came the immediate and firm message from my prick “I need this- you need this give it up little boy, time to grow up!” It was a conspiracy- my own prick and this warm soft woman I was powerless in the face of it. Daphne flicked her tongue over the underside of my glans, and it was too late! The dam burst, stars exploded in my head, someone had moved the floor-or was it the earth? I was tumbling falling, falling, head over heels into space, there was a noise like a loud cry far away… and something was happening as I fell, my treacherous prick was twitching and jumping inside Daphne’s mouth sending rivers of sensation to flood over me…. Gradually the universe settled, the world came back beneath me and I realised that the crying sound was me so I shut my mouth. I realised too that my eyes were shut tightly so I opened them cautiously, Daphne had let me slip from her mouth, and my prick was lying limp and wet in my lap. She was licking her lips and seemed disappointed- “Hmm I’d forgotten little boys don’t make cum yet” I was sorry she wasn’t pleased with me, but then she smiled and said that soon I would, and next time she would milk it from me properly, Anyway, she added, it was less messy this way and she wouldn’t get pregnant. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I was about to find out.
I felt thoroughly exhausted, but something inside me was more peaceful than ever it had been, there was a deep relaxation, my body was cramped but that didn’t matter, I was content and comfortable. You could have removed my appendix and I wouldn’t have cared…
She must have noticed my changed demeanour… “Well how was that little boy? Not quite so easy to handle is it?” I looked at her puzzled. “I’m going to let you up now” she said, “but I don’t want you to struggle and I’m not through with you yet”
She loosened the ropes- I hadn’t felt them but as they came off I realised how tight they had been- blood flooded back to my hands and I rubbed my wrists. I looked at her unsure of myself. “Come” she said and raised me up from the floor. My prick was protruding limply from my shorts so she grabbed it with one hand and started to lead me to the door. The flabby flesh stretched a little as I got the message and I followed her up the stairs and into my mum’s room. “Now we can try this properly” she said- I wasn’t too sure about that, doubts returned, No I said lamely, she could tell I didn’t mean it, my prick knew I didn’t mean it, there was no fight left, just a resignation in my brain and a thrilling of anticipation in my prick.
Daphne stripped me easily, the shorts and pants dropped down my legs and the tee shirt came easily over my head. Then she lay me down on the bed and stood up so I could see her. “Watch” she commanded as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. I had never seen breasts before and I wasn’t really ready for these; they seemed perfect, swollen symmetrical mounds of flesh each topped with a raspberry nipple like a cherry on an ice cream cone. He leant over me and brushed my face with them. The feeling was electric! They were soft and warm; as she leant forward they hung in creamy firmness over my face. By instinct I opened my mouth and took a nipple between my lips. I started to kiss and suck at it like baby she murmured something that sounded content. I put my arms around her and pulled her onto me and more fully into my mouth. Delicious sensations, half remembered memories safe and secure in my mother’s nurturing breast. But as well as that there were different feelings, a taste more bitter than that of sweet milk, an engorged nipple that my tongue rasped across, a yielding softness as the breast moved with my lips and an enticing scent. I raised my hand to cup the partner of this delicious orb and rolled the nipple between finger and thumb. “MMmmmm, good boy” she murmured above me.
I felt her hand slide down my body again, lightly skipping over my stomach to engage once again with my prick “Hello” it answered, rising and stiffening at her command. I did nothing to oppose the effect and sucked harder on the delicious breast above me. “Bad boy-Don’t be greedy” she said “and don’t forget the other one”. She pulled back and her nipple slipped from my mouth with an audible “pop”, she tilted her chest and presented breast number two for its attention, I happily set about the task, sucking deeply and being rewarded by the that first rush of bitter-sweet nipple flavour. She squeezed my prick and I felt him throb in her grip, hell the two of them knew more about this stuff than I did! Daphne moved across me and sat astride my body, her thighs parted to accommodate my body. Tentatively I reached down to her… ”Hmmm she teased “I see the little boy is starting to see that this isn’t so clear cut?” She lifted herself so I could slip my hand beneath her; I felt the tight curls of her pubic hair, the forest that grew on the hillside, and beneath that the river in the valley! She was warm and mushy, a heady scent started to rise, earthy, musky and urgent. Suddenly she flinched- “Ouch – be careful” she said my inexpert ministration had obviously scratched or pinched when I was trying to caress- “be gentle” she said! I was trying but inexperience let me down. “Sorry I said” mortified to have caused pain to such a delicious region and terrified that she would make me stop- I apologised frantically- “I’m trying- I’ll be careful” “Sure” she said, “but let’s see what this can do now”. She moved my hands away, and reached for my my prick, raising it whilst at the same time easing herself up so that her body hung above me, I could feel the heat of her on my prick as she hung there just for a moment, and then she lowered herself down. My 12-year old prick was just hard enough to ease inside her, gently parting her cunt lips as she lowered throb, I felt her opening to me, I felt the head ease into her and almost click inside as her lips closed over the glans throb. I hadn’t expected the sheer wonder of the sensation I gasped aloud “Ohh, Ohh, Ohh” as she lowered herself onto me. My prick seemed to be coming alive bit by bit as it entered her, each extra millimetre reporting in to my brain as she absorbed it, activating it with her warmth and moisture. Then at last and all too soon, she came to the end of her slow luxurious slide; she had taken all of me straight inside her cunt tube, her lips were closed around the base of my shaft and her mons met mine, her pubic hairs scratching on my as yet hairless pubis. I had slipped from earth into heaven and the warmth of the flaring stars seemed to radiate from inside her. My prick let out a grateful throb as it soaked in her deliciousness. I was speechless, I daren’t move, I didn’t want anything to stop this or interrupt the intensity of the sensation. I was inside a woman, throb – what now she’s moving? “Hmmm” murmured Daphne- she started to raise herself up, I was terrified she wanted to pull off me so I grabbed her hips and thrust myself back into her, I slid back in easily and clung to her body seeking to maintain the penetration. “Careful now” she said, “No need to be in such a hurry” – I wasn’t sure what she meant, I had just been frightened that she meant to pull me out, abandoning me to flop back into cold reality. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I was desperate to stay in her celestial orbit. Her words were reassuring, so I relaxed my grip and sank back onto the bed. She came down with me and then rose up so that my shaft slid down her cunny tube. Before I popped out she reversed the motion, sinking down and letting me savour the deliciousness of entering her all over again: another slow slide then another! Hmmm we both moaned, and then she pulled up fast and quickly down again. I gasped, I wasn’t ready for that and wasn’t even sure what had happened, I had felt a rush of coldness then pressure around my penis and a flood of warmth as she enveloped me in her warm tightness once again. She was still for a little as I gathered my breath and then she did it again! I gasped in shocked delight, “Please stay on stay on me” I begged. She took no heed and started to work me up and down her vaginal canal as fast or as slowly as she wished- I didn’t yet know that this wasn’t about me, that it is always wise to let a woman take her pleasure when she wants and I cried out for her to hold me inside for longer. But Daphne was in control and she continued to ride me. I became accustomed to the cold chill of the “ups” as I began to understand that they would inevitably be followed by the luscious glide of the “downs” when and I slid easily inside her once more; warmth was restored and I was bathed yet again in her slippery welcome. Once I came to understand that “up” doesn’t have to mean “out” I relaxed and relished the sensations her movements afforded me. The flood was building up again behind the dam, each cycle of rise and fall was incrementally raising the pressure. The tingling in the head of my prick was getting stronger, building, building, building – rising inevitably with each of her downward thrusts to the point where I knew the dam would be able to hold it no longer. The point of release was coming, yes definitely coming- “Uhh”, closer- “Uhh” – closer, -“Uhh” -closer. I tensed against it, but it was inevitable. Bravely I surrendered myself to meet it. She was starting to moan now, her eyes were closed and I could hear her breath coming faster as she worked me up and down inside of her. She started to grind forwards and backwards, rocking to and fro slightly with each downward thrust. It scratched a little but I didn’t mind, the growing urgency in her was exhilarating. I felt things change inside of her, it was as if she had grabbed my prick with her hand (but how could she?). The working of a woman’s vaginal muscles was still a mystery to me, all I knew was a delicious firmness as her vagina gripped my shaft tightly during her ride, my prick twitched a couple of times in response. Then she seemed to convulse on top of me moaning “Uhh, Uhh, Uhh” in time with the twitches inside of her as her own muscles spasmed and gripped, gripped, gripped my shaft. The feeling was unbelievable! The dam burst, the flaring heat of the stars enveloped me, the bed dissolved and I tumbled again headlong into the raw heat of creation as a rushing sound filled my head. This time I was dimly aware, as if a long way off, that my own prick was pulsing, pulsing, pulsing and a feeling as if my very essence was spurting from me deep into Daphne’s thirsty body as my first ever spending rose from my balls. “Arrghh” I screamed as for the first time I felt the male fluid leave me. It was weak and thin with a lack of sperm, but it was plentiful and it rushed to bathe her cervix even as her throbbing pussy rejoiced to receive it… Her cunt muscles responded to my gift and milked my prick just as I had so recently suckled at her breast. I answered with milky spurt after spurt of seminal fluid, emitted just as deep inside her as my straining hips could thrust me.
We both stopped moving and there was silence for a moment, she started to giggle almost hysterically –I felt her body suddenly prickle with goosebumps and she started to tremble uncontrollably on top of me as the strength of the orgasm receded. I too felt cold, so we pulled the quilt over us and lay still. She remained crouched on top of me with my softening penis still closeted within her. “Hmm, hmm- that was good” she said “It’s been a long time and I needed that”. I had to agree that I had needed that too –although I hadn’t known that I did. “So no more preaching” she said with a mock severity, “I’m sorry that I had to force you, but you had to know what you were talking about… its not at all simple is it?” I had to agree, there was no doubt that the feelings she had shown me were the most intense sensations I had ever experienced- or was ever likely to. How could such a thing not be good? How would I have felt now if some prig told me that I should never do this again, but should rather read the bible and seek the strength to resist? I knew it was an unequal struggle; I grew limp and began to slip from Daphne’s body, and, even as my emission began to drip from her to puddle warmly on my stomach, I knew that I wanted to return. I wanted to slip back inside that warm, wonderful, heavenly place, I wanted to refill her with my shaft and my fluid and I wanted to rejoice in the sheer delight of her soft body just as soon as I was able. I had learned my lesson and I just hoped she would let me study some more.

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My background is in technical report writing. This is one of my first erotica short story attempts. Enjoy!

The Boy Who Lived Down The Street(Part Five)

I just want to say thanks for all the nice comments you guys leave me. I hope you enjoy Part Five it took me a while to write it because I didn’t know how I wanted it written. There is a Part Six which i will start writting tomorrow but for now i hope you enjoy this one. Thanks again

Brianne

She was just as beautiful as ever today. She was wearing a blue skirt, it was pretty short, and a green t-shirt. She was pretty short herself, only about 5’4”. She had medium length, brown, slightly curly hair, it reached to about her shoulder. Her breasts were average sized, probably a C cup. She had a nice butt as well, it was slightly large on her small frame. Her eyes were startlingly green, and her smile was always kind and warming. I had had a crush on her for as long as I could remember, since back in elementary school. Her name was Brianne. I saw her walking by me at lunch, she said hello and smiled as she walked past. I returned the hello. As she walked past me, I turned my head, savoring the image of her walking down the path in the short blue skirt. I only vaguely knew her on any personal level, just enough to get a hello from her if we passed each other in the hall, or outside the school.
I walked over to my usual spot where I ate in the hallway, but my friend Ryan wasn’t there. I supposed he must be taking a test or something. He was an honors student, and often had to do academic shit at lunch. I sat down and ate lunch by myself, my back resting against my locker. After I finished eating, I pulled out a book to read. As I was reading, I heard a throat clear near me. I looked up. Brianne was standing there, looking down at me. “Uh uh,” I said stupidly. She smiled, and said, “Hey your friend Ryan was in Chemistry taking a test with me, and we started up a conversation.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept staring up at her. “He said you have trouble in your math class.” I had no idea what this could possibly have to do with anything, but I nodded my head in acknowledgment, still without a clue what to say. “Well, he was wondering if I would be okay with tutoring you. He said that he would do it, but wasn’t very good at math himself.” That’s when I finally put it together. Ryan was great at math, and often did help me with my math homework. He knew I had a crush on Brianne though, so he must be trying to set us up.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, finally finding my voice. She smiled again, and handed me a slip of paper. “Just call me if you need help, and we can set up a tutoring date.” She smiled again and walked away. The bell rang, and I packed my bag up. As I was walking to class I was lost in thought. It seemed kind of weird that she would be willing to tutor someone she hardly knew just because someone else who sits next to her in Chemistry asked if she would. But I always knew she was very nice, and I supposed this is why she agreed to it. I couldn’t wait to talk to Ryan about it, but I didn’t have him until seventh period, which was math. The next two periods before seventh crawled along, until finally I was able to walk into my math class.
Ryan was sitting down, his head buried in his math notes, making sure he was ready for the upcoming lesson. I sat down next to him. Our math teacher, Mr. Barson, was really cool, . He was one of the only teachers this year that let us sit wherever we wanted, which I thought was kind of stupid, seeing as we were seniors in high school. He was at the head of the classroom, listening to his I-pod until the bell rang. As I sat down next to Ryan, he looked up, and a huge grin broke across his face. “Well,” he asked, “did she talk to you?” “Yeah,” I replied, “how did you do that?” He continued, “It was easy, she is willing to do just about anything to help someone. I just had to start a conversation with her.” I knew this was easier for him than it ever could be for me, he was really good at talking to girls, despite being nerdy like me. I probably would have never been able to start a conversation with her.
The math lesson was easy today, I understood just about everything, but I was anxious to see Brianne, so I decided I was gonna call her and ask her for help anyways. As I left math, I thanked Ryan again, he said it was no problem, and I began my walk home. As I walked home, I imagined Brianne coming to my house to tutor me naked. In my head, she knocked on the door, and I answered. She was shivering, it was cold and rainy outside. Her body was completely naked, her arms pressed against her boobs. She walked in and hugged me gratefully. Then she started kissing me, and…I snapped out of the daydream as I approached my house, looking up at the clear blue sky. I knew that would never happen. Even if for some reason she came to my house naked, my mom didn’t work anymore, and wouldn’t let any naked girl in the house to start kissing me. I thought of my mom being home with annoyance, how was I supposed to get any alone time with Brianne if my mom was there. She would not let a girl in the house out of her sight. I liked my mom, but she could be pretty nosy, and I was sure I wouldn’t get a sing private word in. I started feeling miserable, I hadn’t even considered this.
As I walked inside, I started thinking about not calling her. I decided against it though, I wasn’t going to get anywhere doing that. So I went upstairs to my room, and took out my cell phone. I looked at the number and dialed it. It rang for a bit, and she answered. “Hello,” she said. “Hey, its me, I was wondering if you would still be okay with tutoring me?” I asked.
“Oh sure,” she replied, “when do you think you will need tutoring?”
“Well, I actually don’t understand my homework tonight, do you think you could help me?”
“Yeah, sure, I just have to do a couple of things, then I can be right over to pick you up. What is your address?” I gave her the address, and she said she would be over in a little bit. It was a moment after she hung up that I realized what she said, she was gonna pick me up, which would mean I wouldn’t have to worry about my mom being a hindrance.
I grabbed my backpack and put it by the door. I yelled to my mom that I was going out for a while, and she told me to be back before nine. As Brianne pulled up in her car, I headed out the door. She had changed clothes since school had ended, she was wearing tight blue jeans, which showed off her perfect ass, and a red low-cut tank top. I was surprised to see her wearing the tank top, she never wore anything like that at school. I could see her black bra straps underneath it. “Thanks for picking me up,” I said as I entered her small economy car. “No problem,” she said, “I’m just glad I could help.” As we arrived at her house, I gasped. Her house was rather large, Two stories, but not small and crummy looking like my house, the lawn was cut perfectly and decorated, and the paint was a nice blue color, instead of the awful, peeling mustard yellow of my house. She giggled slightly as she saw me gasp. “Are you going to pass out their?” she jokingly questioned. “I might, if the inside looks this nice too.” She laughed at my comment, and pulled into the garage. “Do you have a car?” she asked as she turned the engine off. “No, I don’t even have a license yet, and I don’t have a car to practice with so I can’t really get one. My mom’s car has broken down, she doesn’t use it anyways, she doesn’t work any more.” “That sucks,” she said. “Yeah, tell me about it.” She led me into her kitchen where she had one of those kitchen bars, that was like a built in table in the middle of the kitchen. We sat down in the cushioned stools, and I took out my homework. As she helped me with it, we talked about other stuff, driving, school, recent movies. I was really enjoying myself, and she seemed to be too.
“Where are your parents?” I asked. “They work really late, they are architectural engineers, and they usually don’t get home until around nine, sometimes later. They’re really serious about their jobs.” “Both of them are engineers?” I said. “Yeah, they both work in the same office too.” She got through helping me with my math pretty quickly, seeing as I already knew how to do it. Afterward she asked if I wanted to watch a movie with her. I replied that I would love to, and she slipped one into the DVD player. We sat next to each other and watched it. I was extremely nervous, I had never sat alone with a girl and watched a movie before. We continued to talk some through the movie, and I began to find out I had more in common with her that I ever would have guessed. She was also into art, she was in an advanced class. I wasn’t in any class or anything, but I really liked to draw. I showed her a couple of my pictures from my backpack, and she told me I should join the class.
As the movie ended, she was sitting very close to me, leaning on my shoulder. She seemed to realize for the first time how she was sitting, and sat straight up. She was blushing. “Whats wrong?” I asked. “Nothings wrong,” she said. “I just don’t want to do anything you might be uncomfortable with. I’m just supposed to tutor you, I don’t want to…” She didn’t seem to understand what she was trying to say. I tried to help. “I am fine with anything you are okay with, I uh, I really like you.” She looked up at me, as though surprised. Then, to my surprise, she kissed me. Her tongue slid in to my mouth, and I responded by doing the same. I was worried that I wasn’t good at kissing, this was my first time doing it. We continued kissing for quite awhile, my hands were rubbing on her back, but suddenly she moved my hands further down to her ass as we kissed. I was in heaven. Her ass which I always watched move away from me in the halls, which I frequently fantasized about. I began rubbing her ass, but cautiously, I didn’t want to offend her. As if reading my mind, she broke away from the kiss for a moment. “Don’t worry, I like you touching me, go ahead. She began kissing me again, and my hands grabbed her ass lightly. After I didn’t receive any negative response, I squeezed both of her cheeks. This caused her to begin kissing me more passionately. We continued in this fashion for a while, until she slid her hands up underneath my shirt, causing my spine to tingle slightly. She then broke the kiss again, and slipped my shirt over my head. I was extremely surprised. “What are you doing?” I asked. She looked confused. “Do you not want to, uh-” I cut her off, “Yeah, but are you sure you want to-” as a reply she began kissing me again. I continued to kiss her, and stuck my hands down the back of her pants, over her panties. I then slowly slid my hands around in a circle, bringing them to the front. She gasped at this, and I unbuttoned her pants. As I slid the zipper down, I saw that her panties were black too, matching her bra. I tried pulling her jeans off, but had some difficulty, she giggled and helped me get them off. She then helped me get my pants off, and I pulled her tank top over her head.
We were both just in our underwear. I slowly slid my hands up from her belly button, along her sides, and to her bra. I reached around back and tried to un strap it. I had difficulty with this, but after a minute of fiddling and some laughing, I managed to unhook it. The bra fell off, and I stared at her boobs. They were better than I ever imagined, in all my fantasies. They were slightly larger than they seemed while she was wearing clothes. She has small, pink nipples, and small areolas around them. Her boobs were slightly more pale than the rest of her body. I stared for a few seconds, and then put my hand on one of them. I began rubbing it gently, and then squeezed it. She seemed to enjoy this slightly. I put my other hand on her other boob and began squeezing it. Them I mover my mouth up to her boobs and began sucking on her nipples as I continued to rub them. After a while I looked down to her panties. They were extremely wet. I moved my hands down from her boobs, and slowly slid her panties down. She gasped quietly. I looked at her pussy. It was pale as well, and looked very tight. It was also extremely wet. She was clean shaven. I moved my head down, and began licking her pussy. She let out a soft moan as I did this. My tongue licked up and down, and then I began playing with her clit. She began moaning louder. I continued to do this, and grabbed her ass with my hands. I squeezed it tightly, and she let out a louder moan. This went on for a while, before she sat up, and asked me to take my underwear off.
I pulled them down nervously, and she moved her mouth over to my dick. She licked up the shaft of my very hard dick and onto the head. She then wrapped her mouth around my cock, and began slowly moving her head down. She moved up and down, slowly getting the hang of it. I was feeling a great amount of pleasure as she did this. I was worried that I would cum too soon, but I managed to keep myself from doing so. After a while she pulled her mouth off of my dick, and laid back on the couch with her legs open. “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
“I don’t have a condom”
“I’m on the pill”
“Why?” I asked out of curiosity.
“I take it for my period, so that it won’t be as bad.” Then, as if to encourage me, she grabbed my wet cock with her hand, and began moving her hand up and down, arousing me even further. When she stopped, I moved my dick up to her pussy, and slowly started to slide in. As I pushed in, I felt a resistance, and stopped. “Keep going,” she said. I continued to push, and her hymen broke. I realized that she must have been a virgin. She gasped in pain as I did this, and I asked if she was okay. “Yeah, I’m fine, just keep going. I pushed all the way in, and just stayed their for a minute.
Then I began to slowly pull out, and push back in. I was pumping into her, and she was moaning in pleasure. As I continued, I began to speed up. Her moans intensified as I did this. As I was fucking her, I grabbed her bouncing tits and began playing with them. She moaned more, and I started going faster. Her legs were spread wide apart on the couch. Her hands gripped the back of the couch, and the side of it, as I continued. After a while she asked if I wanted to try another position. I pulled out of her, and she leaned against the couch with her hands, her knees were on the floor. I moved behind her, and slid into her pussy. I began pounding into her again, and she started moaning again. Her hands were pressed against the back of the couch, and her head was turned back slightly to look at me. I grabbed onto her perfect ass again, squeezing it in ecstasy, and then continued to fuck her. “Slap my ass!” she suddenly yelled out, and I slapped her right ass cheek with my hand. “Oh yeah, please harder!” I began fucking her harder, causing her tits to bounce very rapidly, and also slapped her ass as hard as I could. “Fuck yes, fuck me!” she yelled.
We changed positions again, she spread her legs out on the ground this time, as far as they would go, and I held onto them pushing them back further. Her ass was pushed slightly off the ground because of how I was pushing her, and her back was bent. I then pushed into her again, and began screwing her. I was going as hard as before, her tits were bouncing back and fourth, and she was almost screaming in pleasure. I continued fucking her, and she grabbed onto her legs, holding them in place. My hands were then free to touch her again, and I leaned forward while fucking her and grabbed onto her boobs. I was squeezing them tightly, then rubbing them around. “Yes!” she moaned out, and yelled, “Harder!” I had to press my hands into her tits, and then began fucking her harder. “Yes! Fuck me, fuck me!” she yelled. I was getting pretty close to being done now, and she moaned out, “I think I’m gonna cum!” I wanted to get her to finished before I did, so I held back and continued. “Yes, keep going, keep going!” she urged. “I’m almost their! Fuck me!” she began moaning even louder, and then I felt my balls tighten, and knew I couldn’t last any longer. I felt spurt after spurt of cum fire out, but as that happened, I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, she was having an orgasm too. I continued going for as long as I could, and eventually she stopped.
I pulled out of her, and she brought me to the bathroom so we could shower and clean up. After we got out of the shower, I asked her why she was so willing to do that so quickly. “Because I like you, I could tell just from talking to you tonight, and I could tell you liked me, and, well I guess I was kinda horny,” she said as she giggled. I laughed too, “Yeah, maybe just a little bit. This means were going out, right,” I asked jokingly. “Yeah, I would have to say so,” she said. I checked the clock, it was almost nine. “I have to get home,” I said. She took me home, and I kissed her goodnight. I was finally happy, I had the girl of my dreams.

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Young sister, older brother

THIS IS ENTIRELY FICTION
Emma shot Alex, her brother, for the fourth time in a row on
the video game they were playing. He sighed.
“How are you so good at this?”
She shot him again. “Because I’m me, I’m perfect.”
Those words stayed with Alex.
The word ‘perfect’ triggered some sort of reminder, and he
started looking his little sister up and down. Since he was
13, he remembered feeling sexual attractions for his sister.
Now that he was 17, and she was 13, those hormones had caused
him to become horny even at the thought of her.
Some days he would peer into her bedroom to watch his little
sister playing with her toys or sleeping peacefully. More
recently he’d started masturbating over thoughts of her. He
wasn’t a pedophile, it’s just that he’d been with his sister
for so long and been attracted to her all his life that he
was still frustrated that he couldn’t say anything.
Today, he felt that he needed to do something. His parents
were out at a meeting and it was late at night. Casually, he
dropped in a sentence.
“Do you know what sex is, yet?” he asked.
Emma looked at him, mouth open. “Of course I do! Stop trying
to distract me!” She shot him once again.
“Have you ever had sex?” Alex smirked, staring into Emma’s
blue eyes that were staring at the screen.
“None of your fucking business!”
“Oh, okay, I thought you had. Obviously not.”
Emma smacked him playfully on the arm. “Well then you’d be
fucking right. I’m only 13, asshole.” She gave Alex the
tongue, and continued playing.
Alex retreated a little after that statement. She was right,
at 13 she shouldn’t be in contact with anything sexual. He
was about to give up when she said something that shocked
him.
“What is that thing you do in bed?”
“Wha- What?”
Emma sighed pitifully. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you do it.
Under the covers… you move your hand up and down. It’s like
you’re playing with your wiener. I’ve been watching you
through your door.”
Alex stared at her in shock. So she’d been watching him as he
masturbated.
“Alex?”
“Huh? Oh, that’s something called masturbating… it’s
something guys and girls can do.”
“But we don’t have penises!”
Alex pointed as close to her crotch as he could. “You can do
it with your vagina. Here, let me show you.”
He couldn’t believe those words just came out of his mouth,
nor could he believe that he was pulling down her pyjama
bottoms to reveal a tiny pink vagina. It was moist. Emma
didn’t struggle as Alex directed her fingers in her slit and
moved them about.
“Feels good?”
Emma shut her eyes and tilted her head back. “Yeah… how did
I not know about this before?”
“I quote from Emma about 2 minutes ago: I’m only 13.” Alex
laughed, watching her masturbating in front of him, trying as
hard as he could not to look aroused. He felt the blood
rushing into his penis, making him semi hard, but he was
sitting with his knees by his shoulders so she couldn’t see.
Alex gently moved her hands away and rubbed her himself. This
time she moaned. “Oh, that feels good, Alex…” the sound of
her voice whilst she was being pleasured was so sexy that
Alex could have cummed right there and then. But he wanted to
go further than that.
Whilst rubbing her, he stood up and gently pulled his pyjama
bottoms down, revealing his semi erect penis. Emma opened her
eyes to see the said penis standing horizontally from his
body.
“Oh my gosh! Alex!” She began to try and get up.
“Ssh… it’s okay, I’m your brother.”
Emma calmed immediately, and held her inquisitive gaze at his
penis. He looked at her looking at it, and it gave him a full
on erection.
“It got bigger!” She smiled at him. “How did you do that?”
“Ah, well I can’t control that. It happens when I’m horny.”
“You’re horny now?”
Alex went slightly red.
“I guess, yeah.”
“Well… let me try something I saw once.” She leaned back
forward, on her knees, and touched his throbbing dick. “Oh my
gosh, it’s so warm!” She jerked it backwards and forwards at
the speed a 13 year old girl would.
Alex was experiencing his younger sister masturbating him
voluntarily. He stood there for ages, just letting her
masturbate him. He felt close to cumming when suddenly he
felt something warm and soft engulf his dick. When he looked
down, he saw his cock inside his sister’s mouth. After just a
few strokes of what felt like heaven, he orgasmed hard. She
didn’t move her head, though she felt something flying into
her mouth. He shot pulse after pulse of thick white cum onto
her tongue, and he moaned.
“Emma…” he panted.
She removed the cock from her mouth and opened it to show
Alex. He tongue was covered in a thick white layer of his
cum. That was his cum in his sister’s mouth. Then she
swallowed it.
“Emma!” he continued, “There is no way that was your first
time…”
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Their Valentine Surprises

Part 1: HIS VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
She had been flying for many hours and awake even longer. The overnight British Airways flight from Tampa to London Gatwick, then a commuter flight to his city. For a matter of four days she had conducted an intense, online relationship with a married British businessman. She was, in fact, his online mistress, arising each morning at 3 a.m. to cyber him (and herself) to orgasm. A mere nudge on her IM screen would bring her running to the computer at any time of day like one of Pavlov’s dogs—and she would always perform to his satisfaction (and hers). She loved her sexual role in his life; even thinking about being his mistress made her warm and wet. Apparently the businessman’s wife didn’t object to his online sex play, but laid down a firm rule against any face-to-face contact. The mistress occasionally kidded him that taking her from behind wasn’t really face-to-face. He’d just laugh and tell her to get back to sucking his cock like a good little slut. And when he talked to her like that, it greatly enhanced her performance—and the result.
The problem she faced the previous day was that Valentine’s Day loomed on the fifth day of their relationship, and she was mystified as to how to handle it. It was too early in the relationship to do—or expect—anything significant, yet no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn’t come up with the ‘perfect’ non-gift. The idea finally hit her on Feb. 13 and she rushed to arrange and catch her flight to England. Once she was on the plane, though she might fleetingly second-guess her decision, she was determined to go through with it. ‘In for a Euro, in for a Pound,’ was her feeling.
She knew what she was doing was pretty crazy, but she’d had more than her share of crazy sexual adventures and wasn’t too worried about that aspect. But, it has been over a year since she had been with a man, since before she left an abusive marriage. There had been a few very enjoyable flings with women, and a couple of wildly-adventurous, half-drunk orgies, but she knew she craved the taste, the feel, the touch of a hard cock. If things worked out, she was about to break a long dry spell. And try as she might to dismiss it as impossible, she knew, too, that her bold move might either end her brief but very satisfying role as an online mistress—or it might elevate it to a new level. That brought a smile to her face, and she blushed a bright red when a flight attendant passing by stopped to comment: “Looks like you’re having a happy thought.” Oh yes, a very happy thought.
A taxicab took her to his office—without a minute to spare, for it was twenty til noon GMT. She paid the cab driver double to wait for her, and entered the huge reflective doors of the office complex. It took her only a minute to find his office. A quick stop in a ladies’ room reassured her that she had somehow survived the travel looking fairly presentable, and she quickly donned the rest of her costume.
Standing now in the outer office, she looked perfectly calm and collected in her uniform-like black pantsuit, with white dickey and black bow tie in the V of the suit jacket. A short-brimmed black cap hid all her hair and was pulled down low nearly to her eyes. A pair of large sunglasses hid much of her face. She thought she might pass for a messenger, but also knew she might look a little too good. She carried a small attach?ase.
The receptionist looked up from her work.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“I have a special delivery for Bruce.”
“I’ll take it.”
“I must give it to him personally.”
“He’s very busy right now.”
“I won’t be long.”
A spark of recognition gleamed in the receptionist’s eyes and she turned to her phone console and pressed the intercom button.
“Bruce, there’s a special delivery for you,” and lowered her voice to a whisper, “I think your wife sent you a stripper.”
The intruder blushed a bit, but kept her composure and thought, Hmm, close.
The receptionist returned her gaze to the woman and said, “You can go in but he’s very busy and he has to leave in 10 minutes for lunch with his wife.” The warning and the accusatory tone were clear.
She opened the door and entered Bruce’s spacious office and took a moment to take in the details, for he was turned away from the door, typing rapidly on his computer
Without turning around, he said, “Just a moment, let me just finish this trade or my wife won’t be able to afford to pay you.”
She smiled as she realized that the deception was still intact. Finally Bruce turned toward her in his swivel chair, saying, “Okay. Let’s see what you’ve got. I have to leave here in 10 minutes.”
She removed her cap, shook her head once and her long, straight blonde cascaded down her back. Keeping her sunglasses on, she unbuttoned the suit jacket and shed it in a single motion by simply shrugging her shoulders once. One more quick move and the dickey-and-tie disappeared. She stood topless before him. She smiled when she saw him staring at her nipples with puzzlement. She knew they were her best feature, and wondered if he was beginning to catch on. His startled look told her that he more likely was wondering how his wife could know that his online mistress had long straight blonde hair and pencil-eraser nipples.
When she removed the oversized wrap-around sunglasses and finally broke into a huge smile, she saw his jaw literally drop.
“Oh…my…God! Gay!?! How did you…how could…you’re not…”
“BA,” she said, and then added, “frequent-flier miles.”
As he came out from behind his desk to greet her she stopped him with an outstretched hand. He clearly intended to embrace her, maybe even to kiss her. That would be going way too far. She had agreed to his wife’s rule about no face-to-face meeting, and was about to further to violate it. But kissing or hugging would, in her mind at least, be even worse. After all, face-to-cock wasn’t face-to-face, she thought wryly.
“The rules, Bruce. But, I’ve come to collect my Valentine’s Day present and there’s no time to talk.”
“But I didn’t get you anyth…”
“No time to talk Bruce. I’m here for my Valentine’s Day present.”
“Oh, shit, Gay, I didn’t know…”
“Not another word about it. I’m about to collect my present now.”
Gay dropped to her knees in front of him, grabbed eagerly at the impressive package that was barely hidden by his wool suit pants. She took the zipper in her teeth, looked up at him with pleading blue eyes and slowly lowered it. She then reached inside and extracted a long, lovely cock and immediately surrounded it with her hungry mouth, laving its entire surface with rapid movements of her tongue. She repeatedly brushed her hard nipples against his slacks and they brought heat and wetness to her loins.
He touched her head everywhere, with long slow strokes along her blonde hair, gently sliding the backs of his hands along her soft cheeks, fingertips tracing the lines of her neck. She felt petted and reveled in the attention.
Her fist grabbed the hardening member and pulled back the foreskin completely, revealing the full purple glory of his engorged cock. Her long tongue explored every crevice and ridge of his cock and spent time circling the base of the cockhead. A few random flicks of her tongue-tip teased the small opening from which would flow her present.
He reached down as far as he could with grasping fingers and found her nipples even more extended than he had ever imagined them to be. He took each between a thumb and forefinger and teased them—tweaking, pinching lightly, pulling a bit. She knew now that the trip would be doubly pleasurable for if he kept it up, she, too, would come. Her own wetness was already soaking her panties and she was glad for their last-minute addition, for she rarely wore them.
“Keep teasing them, Bruce, they love it,” she said as she reached into his pants to bring into view the rest of the package, paused briefly to admire the balls, then went to work with her tongue, tasting each and teasing the opposite with gentle, nimble fingers. She took each into her mouth completely and sucked gently, releasing each with a wet plopping sound.
Returning her attention to his glistening cock, she licked its length on all sides and took the swollen glans into her mouth to suck it, lick it and scrape her teeth along its sensitive surface. Reaching a free hand inside his pants she massaged his buttocks, then gently probed the entry to his anus with a circular motion.
He continued to play with her nipples as she began to take more and more of him into her mouth and throat with increasingly forceful thrusts of her head. Speeding up and feeling his cock begin to pulse she went into the frenzied face-fucking deep-throat mode that she knew would soon bring his release. As his cockhead continued to bang her throat, she began to tease his O-ring more insistently and managed to mumble muffled words from around his plunging pile-driving cock, “twist them, hard, now,” and thrust a finger into his anus.
He began to shudder and so did she as he began to maul her sensitive nipples. His forceful orgasm coated her throat and the inside of her mouth and she worked her tongue to try to capture every last drop. As his pulsations began to subside, hers continued throughout her body and she tried to maintain her concentration on gobbling down every last drop of her Valentine’s Day present. When he had finally stopped squirting into her, she used her tongue to clean his penis, milked the few last drops from it with her busy hands, then gave a final sucking kiss to the tip of his glans, savoring a final taste.
On wobbly legs she regained her feet, wetness pervading her crotch, her entire body flushed red, her face one giant smile as she said, “Thank you for my present, Bruce. It was exactly what I wanted. Now we must both go. You don’t want to be late.”
She put on the suit jacket, buttoned it across her bare breasts, placed the dickey in her pocket, donned the sunglasses, turned to leave and hesitated, tossing him the black cap like a Frisbee.
“A souvenir,” she said as she strode out of his office, still flushed from her own orgasm, a huge smile still on her face from the thought of his.

Before returning to her waiting taxi, she put on a sheer blouse she had kept carefully folded in her attach?ase.
At a hotel near the airport she quickly checked in for one night to await her morning flight back to Florida. As an afterthought, she asked if there were a pool and maybe someplace to buy a bathing suit. The front desk clerk sent her to the concierge to obtain a pool pass, and the friendly concierge informed her:
“You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly. How long will you be with us?”
“Just tonight, I’m afraid. I flew over for one short meeting today and am returning to the States tomorrow morning.”
“Short visit. Successful, I hope?”
“Oh, yes, successful.” I blushed, then broke into a wide smile as I added. “As a matter of fact: Mission Accomplished.”Part 2: HER VALENTINE’S DAY SURPRISE
Sitting in my hotel room at last, eating a room-service club sandwich and drinking iced tea, I reflected on my impulsive act of earlier in the day. By the time I flew home tomorrow morning I would wind up flying 9,000 miles round-trip to give the man I served as on-line mistress a blow job as his—and my—Valentine’s Day present.
I had violated his wife’s one, clearly-stated rule against face-to-face contact (though I smiled as I reflexively defended it as not face-to-face but face-to-cock). I had discovered that he was, indeed, a very tall (probably 6-6) and quite handsome businessman of some means who had a very suckable cock, and that he was as mesmerized by my nipples as I was myself. I had risked the online relationship by violating the rule and wouldn’t know its future until I got home tomorrow and checked my email inbox. I wouldn’t check now; I wanted to savor the day and the surprise I had successfully pulled off. I loved Bruce’s sense of humor and his gentle manner as much as his impulsively abrupt commands without warning: ‘Suck my cock’ ‘Let’s fuck now’ ‘Take off your clothes and play with yourself’. This may not be the stuff of romantic poetry, but it thrilled me and I would hate to lose it. I wasn’t used to being told what to do, but found that it stirred something inside me in ways that I hadn’t experienced before. I also knew that there might be an upside to my impulsive flight to England, that the violation of the rule might lead to occasional further encounters, and that my distance from him might make them infrequent, but that might also enhance the intensity of them.
Tonight, after a long flight and an anxious morning anticipating my Valentine’s Day surprise for Bruce, I knew that I would sleep well. But this afternoon, I felt restless. I should probably have just bought a bathing suit and gone swimming, but I was intrigued by the concierge’s words: “You know we also have a very nice workout facility. And the gift shop also has gym togs if you need them. The people up there are very helpful and very friendly.” ‘Very friendly’ sounded pretty good to me for, as emotionally satisfying as was the blow job I gave Bruce, it wasn’t entirely satisfying sexually. As a matter of fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I’d really like to finally experience the feeling of a man inside me. It had been far too long, and the brief contact with Bruce had really just awakened my desperate need for cock.
So, instead of my usual exercise of swimming laps, I decided to go to the gym. Maybe ‘very friendly’ meant there’d be men there, or even a woman would be okay. Cybersex had been great, but I knew that I needed to satisfy flesh—and for flesh to satisfy me. As I put on the little pair of shorts and the too-tight sports bra that made my always-poky nipples very visible, I wondered if there’d be some young hunk in the gym, a muscular Adonis who would want to ravish me. Not usually my type–I usually go for the buttoned-down look–but it seemed to match my sex-starved mood. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.
When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that someone with some expertise was working out on a machine. I headed that way, hoping that it might be the ‘very friendly’ attendant. You were punishing some sort of machine with powerful thrusts from your arms that made your pecs and abs—hell, your entire body–flare into definition. You made it seem almost effortless; instead of sweat dripping from you, there was just a fine sheen that emphasized your body’s perfection. You were sooooo not my type, well, except for right this minute. I wanted to turn you into a salt lick and was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth when you stopped pumping and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Well, um, er, I guess you could if you’re the friendly attendant,” you hear me stammer. At that, you sat up and for the first time I saw your lovely face and tousled brown curls. Then, in a move so fast I didn’t see it happen, you were standing in front of me, taller, nearly towering over me, maybe 6-2.
My goodness, you are an Adonis, I thought. You were staring holes at my little sports bra and my nipples were trying their best to create those holes for you; as always, they were betraying my innermost and most lurid thoughts.
“Well, hehe, I don’t actually work here, but I’m pretty friendly and I’d be happy to try to help you. My name’s Dan. What do you want to do?” Your youthful face makes me wonder if you’re even out of your teens, but you are beautiful and I want to tell you that I want you to fuck me.
I held out my right hand and you took it gently in yours as you say, “Hi, Adonis, my name’s Gay.” You chuckled, and I blushed, at my Freudian slip, but you heard me try to recover. “I don’t know much about gyms, Dan, but I’d like to get a workout.” Your eyes opened wide and I knew I might as well have asked you to bend me over the nearest piece of mystery equipment and slip it to me. “Er, you know, get the blood flowing.” Oh…my…God! I must have sounded like a complete slut. He must think I’m some desperate old broad who’s craving…. Er, well, I guess I am.
“I don’t think getting the blood flowing is a problem, actually, hehe,” Dan said, smiling, maybe blushing a little. My eyes went straight to his crotch—I mentally slapped my forehead for doing yet another obvious thing—and, sure enough, he had quite a tent in the front of his little gym shorts. Oh yeah, I told myself. This is going to happen. I bent over the strange-looking machine in front of me, grabbed something that looked like the head-rest on top of an automobile’s front seat and asked, “What goes here?”
He leaned into me and his raging hard-on pressed into my butt crack. I wiggled my ass gently and rubbed his manhood, taunting and teasing, thinking only one thing: fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. His voice cracked a bit as he said, “Well, nor-, uh, normally your head.”
I bent over until my head was well below my butt, put a hand on the headrest and said, “Let’s get some exercise, Dan.”
As he began to slip my little gym shorts down over my ass, he cautioned, “I may not last very long. I’m pretty excited. But I’ll be able to get hard again in a minute or two.”
“Oh yes, you will, Dan. You can count on that.” I stepped out of my shorts, now clad only in sneakers and a sports bra, and felt his big cockhead poised at the entrance to my achingly-hungry, hot, wet pussy. I spread my stance wide, and pushed back against him, thrilling at the feeling of his manhood beginning to enter me. He thrust forward, tentatively at first, then fully impaling me with his rock-hard sword. The feeling of finally being filled again brought a tear to my eye. It had been too long, way too long.
Soon he was pounding into me with urgency and as his pace quickened I realized that he would soon be squirting his precious juices into me. I reached down between my legs and felt his full balls, teasing them a bit. My pussy was involuntarily sucking him off each time he entered me. I began to touch myself and immediately felt my own orgasm begin to rumble from deep within me. My beginning spasms brought a gasp from him, and he unleashed a remarkable series of spurts into me—at least a dozen—before slowing a bit, still sliding in and out of me as he wound down and I continued my internal earthquake. At last he pulled out of me and my shaking body sought balance from the headrest against which I still clung.
Recovering slightly, I turned to him and saw him glistening with sweat, muscles toned, a shy, self-satisfied smile on his face. I smiled at him and ran my hands down his muscular torso, then dropped to my knees before his semi-erect cock. As his massive load of cum ran out of me and down my thighs, I focused on our mixed juices covering his manhood. Still struggling to regain normal breathing, I licked his cockhead, savoring the salty-sweet mixture that is unique to every coupling but rarely unsatisfying. I tasted every inch of his long member, top, bottom and sides and concluded by licking my lips. My mouth absolutely craves strategic body parts, loves to feel them respond to me, loves the changing flavors as they perform their instinctual operations.
My hand grasped his cock and stroked it gently. It was clearly ready for more action, but I can’t help myself. My mouth went for his balls and I gently teabagged him, taking each nugget into my mouth, sucking gently, and laving it with my tongue. His cock was throbbing as much as my erect nipples and swollen clit; I grabbed the upright flagpole in one hand, regained my feet and pulled it down to try to straddle it, but he was just a bit too tall. He cupped my asscheeks and, almost effortlessly, lifted me, and I guided him to reentry into my waiting pussy.
I found myself impaled again, backed against a wall, leaning against it, and suspended by his strong hands on my bottom and his magnificent member deep, deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and I steadied myself by placing a hand around his neck. My other hand grabbed my sports bra and pulled it up until it was a necklace. His eyes widened when he saw my long, pink nipples, which were throbbing again with excitement and seeming to scream for attention. He immediate latched onto one and sucked hungrily, and began to slide in and out of me. I grabbed the other nipple with my free hand and begin to abuse it, tugging, twisting, pulling, and he got the idea. Tentatively at first, he his used his teeth on the other, biting gently. Still plunging into me with regularity, he then began to bite harder. I gasped at the pain-pleasure combination and pulled his head to the other nipple.
Consumed by the lust that surrounded me and continued to thrust deep inside me, again and again, my head lolled from side to side; my eyes lost and regained focus. When our two pairs of blue eyes met, I managed a big smile and my free hand reached down to cup his heavy ball sack, fondling the nuggets and spurring him to deeper penetration and a faster rhythm.
“I think I’m about to cum again, Gay,” Dan grunted through clenched teeth. Oh yes, you certainly are, young man, and so am I, so am I.
“Come for me, Dan, and I’ll cum all over your cock, drenching it.” In fact my self-lubricating system was already doing that. His final forceful thrust began a series—perhaps another dozen—of ejaculations by this remarkably-virile young man, and set off fireworks inside me that had me clutching anything I can hold as my body completely lost control and shuddered violently in spasm after spasm that left me as limp as a dishrag. As Dan gently set me back down on my feet, my wobbly knees couldn’t hold me up. The sweet young man held me as I regained my land-legs. Our fluids dripped down my thighs. My breath was short, but recovering. My joy was immeasurable. I stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.
“You know, Gay, I think I’m a little smitten,” he says as he strokes my hair and cheeks, softly, almost lovingly, and wipes away the little tears of joy that form at the corners of my eyes. “I could definitely get used to this.”
“You know what they say, Dan. You never outgrow your need for MILF.” And I staggered off to the shower room to clean my cum-soaked loins and to try to regain some degree of composure.
Under the scalding shower, I shuddered again at the ecstasy just given me by this wonderful young hunk—and I can’t help myself. I touched my nipples lightly and, as always, they sprang to attention again and sent jolts of electricity directly to my well-fucked pussy. One hand continued to tease, pull and twist my tender nipples while the other dove between my legs to touch my still-sensitive, coral-pink sex. I thrust two fingers inside myself and felt the recently-invaded space clamping down on them, accepting them hungrily. Two fingers pumped relentlessly and my thumb began to taunt my still-engorged clit, which again began to emerge from its hood. I couldn’t stop. The thought of the muscular young man had me creaming all over my hand and dripping down my legs again. I couldn’t get his cock out of my mind as I fucked myself toward what would be a third wonderful orgasm in a memorable workout at the gym.
I heard voices outside the shower room and knew there were women approaching. But, I couldn’t stop. I finger-fucked myself relentlessly and teased the button that awaited one final push. My eyes were closed against the rushing water from the shower, but when I heard the voices suddenly stop, I knew they must have been shocked when they saw this wanton slut fucking herself like a bitch in heat. I clamped my thumb down directly onto my swollen bud and bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming in ecstasy as I experienced yet another wave of wonderful spasms. They went on–and so did I with my fingers. At last I removed my hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked my juices from it. When I stepped aside and opened my eyes, I was staring at the two women.
They turned to leave, one with a dismissive exaggerated roll of eyes, the other with a wink, a smile and a comment over her shoulder, “Way to go girl!”
I blushed, then smiled, and managed to reply, “You should have seen the first two.”
From far down the hall I hear, “Oh, we did, we did.”
I was at first embarrassed at the thought that they had watched me sluttily seduce Dan into fucking me twice in the gym then fuck myself silly in the shower like an insatiable whore. But, I quickly realized that the warmth I felt wasn’t from embarrassment. In fact, I was utterly thrilled that my wanton behavior had an audience. As I thought to myself, ‘God, you are such a fucking slut,’ I felt myself grinning broadly.
—–
I slept through much of the long flight home to Florida the next day and thought very little about the events of the previous day—or their consequences. Only when I was finally back in my little beach place did I check my email and find one from Bruce: “Sorry we couldn’t spend more time together. I hope Dan proved to be an adequate Valentine’s Day present. Bruce”
I sighed contentedly, giggled a bit at his cleverness at finding me yesterday, and immediately replied: “Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
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The Creation of my Slave – Chapter 1

Nic takes advantage of his position to aquire his first slave.
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Studying

I’d gotten a 62 on the first Chemistry test, and I’ll be damned if I was going to do that bad again. I’d gotten all A’s in high school, and here I was, failing a freshman course.
Julie, you do pretty well in chemistry, right? I typed into the IM window.
Yes.
Want to help me study?
Sure, right now?
Yeah, I guess, I’m not making much headway here.
Come on over.
I packed up my stuff, and grabbed my backpack, heading out the door. The crisp Northern New York air hit me hard, and I wished immediately, that I’d grabbed my coat. Too lazy to go back, I hurried on and walked into her building.
“Come on in,” a muffled voice called as I knocked on the door. I opened it to find Julie nowhere in sight. She was in the bathroom that connected her suite to the adjacent one.
She walked out of the bathroom, sliding a black T-shirt on as she did so. There were piles of paper everywhere on her side of the room, her roommates was a stark clean contrast. She had posters of rock and metal bands on the wall, what you’d expect from a guy, not a nerdy girl.
She had wavy red hair down to the middle of her back that she pulled into a simple ponytail, and square framed glasses perched atop a pointy nose. She was attractive in a nerdy sort of way. She had a thin, pale body that you’d expect from someone more acquainted with the online world than the real one, and nice round C-cup breasts. She was attractive, but you’d certainly never pick her out of a crowd.
“So you don’t want to fuck this one up as bad as the last one?” She also had a fairly strong personality.
“That would be correct,” I said matter of factly. She gestured towards the bed, the only thing even remotely absent of the clutter tat pervaded the rest of the room. I grabbed my books and some papers and sat down next to her.
“We’ll start with the questions at the end of the chapter. Have you done any of them?”
I shook my head no.
“Figures, looking at porn while the chem. Book is open doesn’t count as studying,” she said grinning.
“No, but it is fun.”
I grabbed a pencil and set to work on the first few while she looked over my shoulder. Halfway into the first problem, I put my pencil down and sighed.
“I wish I could just sleep with the teacher, like in porno’s, it’d certainly be easier.”
“Ew,” she repled. Our professor was an older man.
“It’d be easier,” I said with a laugh.
“Maybe for you,” she poked me in the ribs where she knew I was ticklish. I poked her back in the same spot, sending her moving away from me in spasms. It was war now. Our previous study sessions all usually degraded in much the same way, either being lost in inane conversation, or poking at each other like a couple of two year olds.
“I really can’t afford to fail again,” I said after things had died down.
“No, you can’t,” she agreed.
“Can you be more serious?”
She snorted and looked at me incredulously. “Can YOU?”
“I just need some motivation to not be distracted and procrastinate.” She laughed and lifted her shirt so that the bottom of her bra showed.
“No, I said I need to NOT be distracted.”
“Do the chapter review, one at a time. If you get one right, I’ll take something off.”
“What about your boyfriend?” She waved her hand dismissively.
“Right now, you need help, and judging by some of the retardation that was your answers on the last test, drastic help.”
“Fine,” I said, grinning, and grabbed the book again.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said with an air of authority.
“You weren’t?” I asked, then it dawned on me. “What if I don’t get it right?”
“Then you take something off.”
She peeled off her T-shirt, revealing a black tank top beneath. “I haven’t even started yet, what are you doing?”
“Handicapping you,” she said laughing.
“You better get ready to keep going,” I told her, grabbing the pencil.
It wasn’t easy, especially with all the cleavage she was now showing, but at the thought of reward, I managed to buckle down and get to work. She eyed me intently, grinning slightly in confidence. I could feel my cock begin to take notice in my boxers. Ten minutes later, I handed her the paper.
She looked my work up and down, then frowned, pulling her tank top over her head. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she tossed it to the side. They were almost bleached white, but looked extremely firm. She leaned over slightly for my benefit and despite her exposure, grinned devilishly. “Number two.”
I set to work once more, my concentration significantly hampered this time. I thought I understood the question enough to answer it correctly, but the work was complicated. It didn’t help that she kept pushing them together, and swinging them back and forth. I handed her the paper several minutes later.
“Wrong,” she said triumphantly.
“Fuck that, I know I got it right,” I protested.
She smiled ear to ear. “You did, but it’s in the wrong units. It asks specifically for mg/L, not g/L.
Grumbling, I pulled off my shirt. She whistled appreciatively, making me blush. I knew I didn’t look bad, being fairly athletic, but I doubted my 5’10, 140 pound form looked anything but great.
Now it was her turn to be a little distracted as I went to work on the next question. I could tell right from the beginning that it was tough, but with nice breasts just a thin layer of fabric away, I pressed on.
“I’m gonna have to impose a ten minute time limit,” she said, breaking the silence. I’d made no headway with the question at all. I’d probably be stripping next, and we both new it. That thought made my dick get a little harder, which with no shirt on, was getting more difficult to hide. Finally, I just wrote down a guess and handed her the paper.
She looked shocked, but recovered quickly. “This is right. But your work isn’t, which would get you no credit.”
“That’s not fair,” I stood up and put my hands on my hips. She took this moment to quickly grab my shorts and yank down before I could do anything.
“Ooh, looks like your friend came to play,” she said noticing the tent in my boxers. I tried to pull my shorts back up, but she stepped on them, and my foot in the process. I stumbled backwards, and in trying not to fall, had to slide both my feet out. She picked them up and put them behind her on the bed.
She eyed me up and down, licking her lips, and eventually settling on my, for now, clothed cock.
“I can’t wait to see that,” she said pointing, in doing so, barely brushing it. “Sit back down, or I’m going to pull you to the bed by it.”
Reluctantly I did so, and picked up the chemistry book. If it was hard to concentrate before, it was damned near impossible how. With her shaking her assets at me, and rattling off non-stop taunts, my dick was as hard as it could be.
“I hope you’re getting ready to take that bra off,” I told her in the middle of the question.
“Oh like this?” she ribbed back, pulling them out, covered with her hands, then sliding them back in again. I couldn’t help but stare, and she laughed. I bent over again and furiously worked at the question. I thought I had it right, but I couldn’t be sure. I checked my work, and got a different answer. Frustrated, I put the pencil down and stared at the messy paper.
“Time’s up.” She cooed happily.
I looked back and forth between the two numbers, and had to make a decision. I circled one and handed it to her.
“One of these is right, congratulations.” She looked up. “But not the one you circled.” She was almost cackling at this point.
“Do I really have to do this?” I asked her, being a relative newcomer to sexuality.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Of course you do. I want to see my prize.”
I slowly slid my boxers down, keeping my arms in front of myself, until, finally, I brought them up and tossed them to her. My hands were still able to obscure most of my 6.5’’ cock. She frowned at me.
“Now let me see. Hands on your head.”
I did as she told me, and she smiled appreciatively. “Nice.” She slid to the edge of the bed, and put her hand on my hip, pulling me in close. Her face was inches away, getting a nice, good look. I could feel her breath on it, and it made my heart quicken and my knees unsure of whether or not they could hold me weight. She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing to me, and moved away, patting the bed. “You’ve got one more to do, then the multiple choice.”
“What if I get that one wrong?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
My mind raced at what that might mean. It was distracting, too distracting, I never even had a chance. Red in the face, and horny as hell, I handed her my paper.
“You did most of this right, you just goofed up in the end.”
My heart sank, but my cock was excited.
“Lay down,” she commanded.
I moved some of the papers, and did as she was told, gripping the headboard with my hands so she was afforded a nice view. My cock poked up at a 45 degree angle towards my head. She sat down next to me, and put the book on my stomach, with her hand resting on my leg, mere inches away.
“For being such a good boy,” she said, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits were perfect, round like pearls with barely any sag. Her penny sized areolas and perky nipples were even better. She cupped them with her hands, jiggling them, bringing a smile to my face. Which she quickly wiped off by blindfolding me.
“So you don’t get too distracted,” she said. As she tightened the knot, I realized that her boobs were hanging right in my face. I moved my head towards them, ever so slightly.
“Think you’re funny, do you?” she asked playfully. I nodded.
She moved around the room for a moment. When she came back, I heard something slicking shut around my wrists. “Maybe now you’ll behave.” I tried to move, but the handcuffs held me tight. She ran her hand lightly up my thigh, causing me to twitch massively. She had total control over my body.
“Now for some proper motivation,” I moaned loudly as her hand wrapped around my cock and started stroking it. I felt her shift around on the bed until she knelt between my legs, still keeping a handful.
“Which is not one of the strongest acids?” she asked me, rattling off the choices.
“Uh, B, citric acid.”
“Very good,” she cooed. She licked from my balls to my head, and back down. It took every bit of willpower I had not to burst right there. She licked me again, my back arched at her touch, and I moaned in frustration. She giggled at the torture she was putting me through.
“If you can make it through the next nine, and get seven of them right, I think you’ll enjoy yourself very much. But for each one you get wrong, I am going to torture you horribly.”
I got the next two right, and she let me take the blindfold off, enjoying the sight of her luscious tits, but I was unable to touch. She shook them and bounced them right in front of my face every chance she got, and continued to lick me until my dick was drenched, but she never slid it into her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to hold back.
She kept stroking me between questions, but slowly, tortuously so I didn’t get too close.
When I got the fourth right, she went to her dresser. She pulled out a flesh colored dildo with a flat bottom. It was about 7.5 inches long. She balanced it on my hip next to my cock and looked me in the eye. Without blinking, she put in her mouth and moved downward, inch by inch. She made it all the way to the bottom with the plastic balls up against her chin. Her cheek scraped my own member on the way down, and it drove me wild.
She bobbed slowly up and down the fake cock, all seven inches of it, showing me the extent of her talents, before finally pulling off it and setting it aside. She smiled suggestively at me and resumed her stroking.
After five in a row correct, I finally got one wrong. She smiled, and moved her mouth right over my cock. Ever so lightly, she flicked her tongue at the tip. I moaned and tried to thrust myself closer, but she maintained a gentle, but firm grip on my balls.
She kept lashing out with her tongue, before I was nearly in tears, begging her to end the torture. After several minutes, she stopped, satisfied she’d made the impression she needed to. My dick was in both agony and ecstasy at her touch.
Somehow, through the sexual fog, I managed to get another two right. Keeping a hand on my cock, she moved up my body, taunting me with her tits once more. But this time, she lowered them to my lips. I kissed her chest between them, before moving to take a nipple in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, nibbled slightly, and licked some more.
By the way she arched her back, pushing her soft skin up against my face, I could tell she was enjoying herself. She moved over so I could soak the other. I moved my tongue quickly up and down, prompting a quick moan from her, but she quickly recovered, and moved away.
“Since that was kind of for both of us…” she trailed off as she took my head in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it a few times, before moving off.
“If you get the next one right, I am going to suck you dry,” she said, licking my head again.
I convulsed again, barely able to hold back.
“I’m going to deepthroat you again and again, until you burst all over my tongue.” Another lick. I was going insane. “You got a big load for me?” I nodded. “Good, then answer the next question.”
She read it to me in between licks of my balls. I had absolutely nothing left as far as holding back, one touch of her tongue on my cock, and I was going to explode. She had moved from my balls and was slowly working her way up my cock.
“B!” I finally yelled out.
“Mmmm,” was all she said with a smile, before plunging me down her throat.
She moved quickly all the way up and all the way down. I was starting to cum by the second time she made it back up. I blew the first few ropes of cum onto her tongue, with her stroking me. I came out of her mouth and got some on her face. She squealed with delight, and put me back in her mouth, milking out every last bit onto her tongue. It seemed like I’d cum for days when she finally slid my tired member out of her mouth. I opened my eyes to quite a mess.
It was all over her face and hair, as well as her neck, and the bit she’d drooled down her chin onto her breasts. She took some from her face and rubbed it on her tits before licking every one of her fingers. She licked a little bit off my dick, and giggled at my helplessness. I shifted slightly, mostly too tired to even move, not even caring where I was.
That is until we both heard a key in the door. Julie’s roommate Amanda walked in the room, and stopped dead in her tracks as she surveyed the scene.

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Coach Morris, The Southern gym teacher

When i was 13 i knew i was gay , i spent all my ime looking at porn and i was always craving a guy but at that age no one is out of the closet, so i was always very horny and would do anything for contact with a guy