Teaching Carol, Ch.6
A young student-teacher learns the joys of submission
A young student-teacher learns the joys of submission
In roman mythology, cupid whimsically shoots arrows with a mysterious power to freely control the hearts of men and women at will…When he shoots a gold tip arrow any person will fall in love. When he fires a lead tipped arrow anyone will awaken from love. In modern times, WHAT IF CUPID HAD SOMETHING MORE I MISCHIEVOUS IN MIND….
The third installment in the fictitious events between me and my friend.
A night with my younger step sister
Letâs just establish some stuff first.
This is a fictional story; none of the people in this story are real.
My name is Marty, I’m 22 years old, and have a younger stepsister Abbie who is 15.
It was around my dadâs birthday in June when the following took place.
About two weeks before, when the family all sat down for dinner, my dad said that he and Sharon (his other half and Abbieâs Mum) were going away for the weekend of his birthday and that I would have to look after Abbie. I didn’t have a problem with this as she had never been any bother.
Itâs worth mentioning at this point that I had never viewed Abbie in a sexual way before that weekend and everything that happened was completely spontaneous and unplanned.
The weekend came and Saturday started as any normal Saturday did and for most of the day I was lazing about in my room watching TV and listening to music.
Later in the afternoon, I took my Dad and Sharon to the airport so they didn’t have to pay for parking and saw them off at the terminal.
When I got back, Abbie was in her room watching TV so I saw this as a prime opportunity to have a wank.
I walked into my room closed the door and put my PC on and loaded a porno, took my clothes off and laid on my bed and started masturbating.
After about 5 minutes, Abbie came bursting into my room shouting about something she had just seen, mid sentence she must have noticed the porno on my PC and then seen me laying naked on my bed, hard cock in hand.
I just lay there in shock not really realising what was happening, she just stood there staring at my cock. After about 10 seconds when it sunk in what was happening, I scrambled to cover myself up, half embarrassed and half angry that she hadnât bothered to knock, but she stopped me.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â I half shouted at her.
âIâve never seen a lads cock beforeâ she said still holding back my covers.
âWell you shouldnât be looking at one let alone mine your only 15 and Iâm your brother!â I retorted angrily.
âCan I touch it?â she asked completely ignoring what I had said
âDid you just hear what I said? Iâm you brother!!â I said sternly, more annoyed now because my cock was still hard, this was actually turning me on. You see for a 15 year old she had a really hot body and her tits where very well developed about 34C, just a bit more than a handful each, just the way I like them.
Still ignoring me she lunged for my cock and started rubbing it to see what it felt like. It felt so good to have her young hands wrestling with my throbbing member. A grin started to form on my face and she looked at me and saw it.
When I noticed her looking at me the grin quickly disappeared.
âStop it!! This isnât right!â I said grabbing her arm and pulling it off my cock.
âDonât pretend you didnât like it, I saw the look on your faceâ she said with a sly smirk.
She had a point, but it still made me uncomfortable.
âWhether I did or not itâs still wrong, youâre my sisterâ
âNo Iâm not, Iâm your stepsisterâ
âItâs still wrong, youâre only 15, and itâs illegal!â
âI wonât tell if you donât!â she said hearing a slight tone in my voice that I might be warming to the idea of what I assumed she had in mind.
And I was, the idea of having a young 15 year old girl wanting to experiment her sexuality on me was a huge turn on, and since I had no girlfriend at the time to âtake care of meâ, letting her do just that seemed like a good idea.
Having thought about it for long enough, my animal urges took over.
I slowly guided her hand back down to my still hard cock and she took hold of it. I shifted to the edge of the bed and pushed her down between my legs.
âTake it slow, up and down motionsâ I said laying back down to enjoy what was about to happen.
By now there was a lot of precum oozing out of my cockâs swollen head and this helped to lubricate Abbieâs hand as she moved it up and down my shaft.
Her hand worked up and down my shaft, and it felt like she had done this sort of thing before, but she assured me that this was her first time touching a cock.
She started moving her hand faster and faster and her other hand slipped down the front of her jeans and knickers and she started to rub her pussy, she must have been really wet down there as she bought her hand up from her pussy and used the juices to lube my cock up some more.
As she got more into what she was doing, I could see her moving her mouth towards my groin, and she looked up at me for confirmation.
âDo whatever you wantâ I said with lusty anticipation.
With that she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of my raging hard on. That was nearly enough to send me over the edge, but I kept my cool.
Liking what she tasted, she slowly slid her lips round the top of my cock and started sucking on it. She was inexperienced, but her eagerness more than made up for it as she hungrily slurped at my cockâs head and shaft.
One of her hands had worked its way down to her pussy again and was rubbing it furiously. Between slurps, she let out low guttural moans that just served to turn me on more.
With all that was going on I was very close to losing it, and after about 2 more minutes of her sucking I felt my cum start to rise. It raced up my shaft. I tried to pull back, but the bed stopped me, and her sucking mouth followed me. I felt the first spurt, and then Abbie pulled me out of her mouth and I finished squirting on to her cute face.
She kept rubbing my cock as it began to soften and I sat up and looked at her, amazed at how good she had been for a beginner.
She just knelt there on the floor looking at me with splashes of cum on her cheeks and chin. She brought one hand up to wipe the cum off of her face and licked it off her hand. I noticed she still had her hand down the front of her jeans, rubbing her young pussy.
I stood up and gently pulled her up from the floor.
I looked at her and it suddenly dawned on me that she was still fully clothed.
âLetâs get you out of those clothesâ I said tugging on her top.
She finished pulling her top over her head and pulled her jeans off so she was stood in just her underwear.
She was wearing a purple silk bra and panty set, and she looked even more hot than I thought possible. I could see a wet patch on her panties where her juices had soaked through.
My cock twitched back to life and she just stood there staring at me obviously not sure what to do next.
I slowly brought her head towards mine and our lips locked as we passionately kissed each other for the first time, our tongues probing and exploring each otherâs mouths.
When we finally broke the kiss my hands slid down her back to the clasp on her bra and undid it. I pulled her bra off and she gasped as her young breasts were exposed to the cool air.
The first look I got of my young stepsisters breasts was breathtaking, for such a young girl her body was that of a goddess, her cute face framed with mousy brown her, her slender neck and shoulders leading down to the most magnificent pair of breasts I had ever seen. Her nipples were no less than perfect pointing straight out from a small circle of dark pink areola.
Then on to her mid section, her beautiful curvy hips, then round the back was her small but pert arse.
Then round the front again, her panties were still covering her pussy, teasing me as to what may come later on. Then finally, a long slender pair of legs that any man would have killed to have wrapped around his head.
She stood there waiting for me to tell her what to do, I thought for a bit and then it hit me.
Iâd never had a girl masturbate for me before, but had always liked solo masturbation pornos.
âLay on the bedâ I instructed her quietly
She walked towards the bed, her tits giggling as she moved and lay down face up.
I moved towards her and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and started to pull them off. She lifted her butt up off the bed so I could slide them off easily.
If possible, her pussy was even more breathtaking than her tits. It was shaved bare, just the way I like it, and all you could see from the outside was the outer lips and the slit in between. Her cunt lips glistened with pussy juices.
âI want you to masturbate for me Abbie, make yourself cum like you made meâ I said with anticipation.
Without hesitation, Abbie shifted herself so she was leaning on the headboard. She then spread her long legs and started slowly stroking her inner thighs as I climbed onto the end bed on my knees directly between them. My stiff penis was throbbing and pulsating like never before and my balls were already dark and swollen.
My eyes stayed glued on Abbie, as my hand started stroking my cock. Not believing how turned on I was. I struggled to keep my grip and strokes light.
Abbie, keeping her legs spread, lifted her knees and moved her feet closer to her arse. Smiling seductively, she looked down and we both watched breathlessly as her fingers lightly passed down over pussy and made first contact with the fully exposed lips of her pussy.
She gasped and shuddered lightly as I quickly squeezed the base of my throbbing, fully engorged penis to keep my hot, sticky load contained.
Gently separating her swollen outer lips, she quickly located her erect clit. Using her middle finger, she began flicking the hot, swollen button, increasing the speed as her moans merged into one long, building wail.
Spreading her thighs even more, she thrust her pelvis upwards and shifting her left hand under her butt and slipping a finger into her tight arsehole.
I couldnât help wondering if sheâd like anal, I intended to find out later.
I couldn’t believe I was not only getting to watch this, but masturbating while doing so!
We both watched breathlessly as her fingers reached a frantic pace in both her pussy and her arse. Her shoulders and breasts turned bright pink, her breathing coming in short, quick gasps.
My hand moved even faster over my engorged penis and I gasped for air myself.
Suddenly Abbie’s torso lunged upwards as she moaned loudly, thrusting her pelvis in a series of uncontrollable spastic jerks. The veins in her reddening neck strained, her head jerked violently and her toes clenched shut as her moans turned again to gasps.
Seeing my fantasy happen was even better than I had imagined and my throbbing cock was pulsating as never before.
I couldnât hold out any longer and I moaned loudly as I came for the second time that evening, thick, hot jets of cum spurted out of my throbbing cock flew through the air and landed on Abbieâs tits and stomach.
Her movements had now gradually slowed and she smiled contently, still gasping for breath but, moaning appreciatively as each load of my swollen ball’s production was launched. Finally, the last drops of hot, sticky fluid slowly spewed from my gradually deflating penis. I fell back totally spent onto the bed. Abbie, her face still flushed just lay there rubbing my cum into her breasts and still erect nipples.
As we lay there, she looked at me with her gorgeous hazel eyes and smiled the same little mischievous smile she always had. From now on, that smile wouldn’t look nearly as innocent as I’d once thought. I worried for a moment that as the afterglow began to fade I’d suddenly regret getting this physical with my own step sister, but nothing could have been further from the truth; I wanted more, and I could tell there was no way she’d be satiated yet.
I reached out and helped her to rub my cum into her breasts, and her grin gave way to an open smile as her eyes closed at the sensation. I could see her hands grasping at the bed sheets as I ran my fingers across her nipples.
She pulled my head up to hers, her mouth meeting mine once again. I was lying across her now, and as we kissed passionately she hooked her leg over mine and pulled me tight into her crotch.
She stopped me gently with a concerned look on her face:
âPlease donât cum in me, I donât want to get pregnantâ
I just smiled and remembered that my ex had left some morning after pills when she left.
âIâve got some of Katyâs contraceptive pills that she left, itâll be fineâ
The concern quickly changed to a smile as she relaxed and kissed me passionately.
My erection was now rock hard again, and so I lifted myself completely on top of her, as she parted her legs to let me between them. Taking my cock in one hand, I rubbed my head up and down her pussy lips, parting them more and more with each stroke and eventually, gently, entered her.
I felt myself bump against her virginity and taking her in my arms I thrust forward firmly, breaking through the delicate membrane and onward into the deep recesses of her pussy.
I looked down at her face and Abbie winced as I penetrated her, but that look soon melted into one of ecstasy as the pleasure of taking her first cock took over.
Slowly at first, I began to thrust inside her. As I did, I looked into her eyes and thought how that for most of the night I’d been thinking of her as just another girl I was now fucking, but now the realisation that I was deep inside my 15 year old stepsister was right at the front of my mind, and I was loving every moment of it.
If anybody found out our family would be furious with both of us, but the taboo just made me want her more. I thrust harder, each push going a little deeper and producing a more ecstatic moan from Abbie. She had her arms tight around my back, pulling my head next to hers while she panted and moaned into my ear. Suddenly I felt her lift her legs up, and the next thrust went even deeper, and she cried out in pleasure again.
Wrapping her legs around my arse, she began rocking beneath me, pushing herself into my thrusts in time, plunging my cock deeper inside her. I stopped pulling in and out for a moment and started grinding against her, my crotch pressed permanently against hers as my shaft pushed gently back and forth inside her pussy. She let her arms go slightly to let me up, and turned her head to kiss me again as we lay writhing on the bed together. I could feel her pussy start to tighten around me, and she released her kiss to let her head fall back against the pillow, eyes closed as her breathing got heavier and faster with each moan. I knew that was my cue, and started to thrust in and out again. She let her legs go from around me and now brought her knees right up towards her chest, legs in the air as my cock stroked in and out of her. I hooked my arms over the backs of her thighs, and she smiled as I pushed her knees further back, letting me even further inside. As I plunged deeper for the first time, she screamed, and her pussy clenched around my shaft. I kept going, each push against her tight pussy producing another scream as her orgasm waved over her.
I released Abbie’s legs and they fell back beside mine, as I continued sliding gently in and out of her as her breathing subsided, and she let out a long, low moan of pleasure. Then, she lifted her head up. “I want to get on top of you,” she told me. As it happened, I was in the mood for doing what I was told. I pulled out of her for a second and rolled sideways onto my back, and she peeled herself off the sheets and straddled me. Taking my cock in one hand, she guided me into her pussy as she lowered herself onto my crotch, her face a picture of sheer pleasure as I filled her. As she began lifting herself up and down onto me, she began squeezing me between her smooth thighs, pressing her pussy tighter around my shaft. She leaned forwards and put her hands either side of my body, her breasts snug between her arms as she rode me, slowly at first, but building up speed. I lay back in ecstasy as I watched her breasts bouncing up and down in front of me, drops of sweat running into her cleavage as she squeezed and gyrated on my cock. Her eyes were closed again, her mouth open and groaning quietly with every push downwards she made onto me.
I lifted my hands and began rubbing them up and down her sides before sliding them round to her front, where I began squeezing her breasts in time with her thrusts. Abbie tensed at my touch, her tongue poking out suddenly to lick her top lip before biting it slightly as my fingers tweaked her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked down at me, then let herself fall forward onto my chest to kiss me. We kissed slowly and lustfully as she continued sliding herself up and down my cock, while my hands reached around and stroked her up and down from her smooth, round arse cheeks all the way up to her neck. Her soft wisps of hair were draped around my face and neck now, and she smiled as I squeezed her arse cheeks. “Do you like my arse?” she asked devilishly, knowing full well what the answer was. “God yes,” I answered. She leaned down to my ear and whispered, “Do you want to get behind me?”
I let my actions speak for themselves, lifting us both up so I was sitting up with her kneeling over me, my cock still buried inside her. She squeezed me tight between her legs again for moment as I kissed her neck and shoulders, then she lifted up and started to lay on her front, her arse arched upwards with her red pussy lips parted between her legs. I had other ideas, however; I wasn’t about to cum again without holding those fantastic breasts of hers, so I lay down next to her and lifted up her side, spooning her into me as I slipped one arm under her waist and draped the other over her leg, guiding my cock back inside her before running my hand back up her body. I was in the perfect position to get both hands on her breasts now, and began to massage them as I began pushing myself in and out of her again, my crotch pressed tight against her smooth arse. She gasped excitedly, the new position hitting fresh spots inside her as she squirmed from the attention on her breasts. As I continued to slide inside her I could already feel her starting to tense up as her orgasm approached, and slowed my pace a little to prolong her pleasure. It didn’t work though; my head tickling slowly in and out of her just drove her wilder, and she started pushing her arse into me. “Oh god, don’t stop!” she begged.
I started thrusting faster again, and she cried out with pleasure. As her breathing got heavier and heavier, I had one last little surprise for her. Reluctantly leaving one of her breasts behind, I moved a hand down to her crotch and spread my first two fingers one each side of my cock as it pushed into her, stroking her pussy lips as I thrust. She screamed in ecstatic surprise and her whole body began to shake to her cries, “Yes! Oh god, yes, yes, yes, YES!” I squeezed her body close to mine, her orgasm rippling through the two of us as I continued pushing past every squeeze of her pussy. I could feel my own orgasm building again and the adrenaline kept me going even as she grew wilder and wilder from the continued stimulation; I wasn’t letting up on her now. Every thrust was causing her to cry out with joy as my balls tightened, before I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I came, gasping as I felt stream after stream of my cum filling her.
Slowly, the movement of our wet bodies began to slow, our breathing subsiding as it did. I pulled out of Abbie, her pussy still twitching as I did, and we lay therefore a moment, my arms wrapped around her before she turned over and put an arm over me, kissing me again. Her lips were lighter on mine now, her tongue still flicking against mine but more gently. “That was fantastic,” she said, smiling. “You were amazing,” I complimented her back. “I never realised my little step sister would be so good in bed!” She grinned and kissed me again.
âSo, what do you wanna do now?â she asked with that grin that would never again seem as innocent as it once did.
âI dunno, Iâm pretty tired actually, you really took it out of me!â I said, yawning slightly.
She looked at me disappointingly, but she started to yawn too.
âYeah me tooâ she agreed reluctantly.
We laid there on the bed holding each other and drifted off to sleep.
This was my first attempt at a story, so let me know what you think.
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Tracy is in for the negotiation of her career
Story is a record of how I managed to progress from school bus driver, to personal driver to Mandy and her 5 friends. From age 9 when we met, through to later teens when and how my dream girls became my personal toys.
After introducing his neighbor Candy to the world of sex, she brings her friend Tasha to Henry for the same lessons.
Train Ride
The alarm sounded to get me out of bed to face another day, not that I needed it I was already awake and getting ready to head off to work after being woken by my daughter Sophia practising her piano. I did not mind, she was a great kid and she had a real talent on the piano. I heard Lina, my wife of 10 years preparing breakfast in the kitchen as I rose and made my way into the shower. Some may have called my life humdrum but I was happy with my routine and more than content with my life. I was an executive in a large toy company with a gorgeous wife and a very smart daughter waiting for me when I got home every night from work.
I hurried downstairs and grabbed the sandwich Lina had prepared on my way out of the house.
âHeyâ Lina called
âWhereâs my kiss?â
I turned and pulled her tiny frame up against me and kissed her hard on the lips, turned and hurried for the door.
âIf I get caught by Mrs Sarno itâs your faultâ I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Laughing to myself I turned and ran down the stairs only to see Mrs Sarno standing at her gate waiting for me. I cussed under my breath and then greeted her.
âGood morning Mrs Sarnoâ
âWell hello dear boyâ she replied âit looks like the late train for you this morning Belloâ
The dear old woman did not realise how much I resented that frequent statement of hers. You see there was the 7:45 train that was an express from my station to the city with only 2 stops on the way that took 15 minutes to get to work. If I missed this train the next was at 8 and stopped all stations taking 45 minutes to get to work, standing up and getting me there just in time to start work with no coffee or time to relax before I started. Sure the 7:45 got me there to early but I didnât mind catching up with work mates over a coffee after having a comfortable trip into work but on average this happened once or twice a week if lucky and I owed it all to Mrs Sarno. She had made a habit of catching me nearly every morning for two years since we moved in to tell me all manner of stories. I didnât have the heart to tell her she was making me late and keep moving and so most of my days began in a rush.
After hearing all about her eldest sons visit in the coming fall and all the plans they had made I ran to see if I could still make the 7:45. As I flew down the subway stairs I was just in time to see the 7:45 speeding off into the distance. I couldnât help but cuss and take a seat to catch my breath for a couple of minutes before taking my place on the front of the platform with the slim chance that front position may get me a seat for my 45 minute trip.
The train arrived and I moved effortlessly into the carriage being pushed by the crowd more or less. As suspected I did not manage to be rewarded with a seat for the trip and so grabbed the overhead rail and tried to come up with a topic to occupy my mind until I arrived in the city. I closed my eyes and thought about the upcoming holidays and the snow trip I had organised for my two beautiful girls. I had to be careful that the trains rocking and swaying did not put me to sleep as I planned the trip in my head.
It was just after the trainâs second stop that i became aware of something pressing into the front of my pants. I was used to being squashed in between strangers and also quite accustomed to otherwise awkward situations being the norm on these trips into work as there was a severe lack of space and nothing anyone could do about it. No one seemed to care much as they understood the situation and usually I did too. However this was different. I distinctly felt a fingertip running along the length of my penis on top of my trousers and then tracing it again before squeezing the now slightly firm tip between a finger and thumb.
I looked down but being a tall man of 6â5 could only see the tops of heads. I could not even put my arms down as I had a head nestled firmly under each armpit and was that tightly packed amongst the crowd that I was temporarily powerless do anything about the situation. I began to panic. What should I do? Who was doing this? What were they thinking? I was a happily married man who had always been faithful to my wife and now someone other than her was groping at my genitals. My body began to betray me as the rubbing continued and then to my disbelief I felt my trousers being unzipped and my penis bobbed out of my pants into the cool air. I felt my eyes bug out of my head and my heart began to race. I struggled to move away, to escape but to no avail. Then in one paralysing move I felt the now swollen head of my penis slip into the warmth of my assailantâs mouth. I closed my eyes and dropped my head so as to not make a spectacle of myself.
My head raced with thought after thought. Who was doing this? Was it someone I knew? Was it a young person or old? Was it even a female? What if it was not? Was the guy that was looking at me from in front of the door two 5 metres away aware of what was happening? Was the fact that somewhere deep inside I was enjoying this indication that I was gay?
My assailant moved clumsily licking and sucking my rebellious member as it grew to full erection. I hoped and prayed that it was not a male mouth wrapped around my throbbing knob. I hoped it was a lady, a beautiful lady. Perhaps a supermodel that was longing for a sexual encounter that was out of the public eye so to speak. What was I thinking? I was trying to make this betrayal of my marriage vows acceptable. I was enjoying being fellated by a complete stranger, what kind of monster did this make me?
I pressed my eyelids down harder and tried to imagine that it was my wife with her mouth around my cock head. Sure it was, I mean it was our anniversary in 3 weeks and this was her present. Never mind that I had left her less than quarter of an hour ago in our kitchen and she had no way possible of making the train before me to set this up.
A delicate little hand massaged my balls as the mouth now began sliding up and down my length, exploring my genitals. Gently touching and teasing it and then become bolder with every move.
It felt fantastic then horrible then marvellous then perverted. I was experiencing a once in a lifetime encounter that others only dream of but at the same time betraying my wife and family, betraying even myself if I admitted to even an ounce of pleasure from this attack.
It seemed to go on for hours as my assault continued. Panic and guilt gave way more and more to pleasure as my assailant grew bolder and more skilful in their assault on my trembling shaft. I felt a pair of small hands on my buttocks as my abuser increased their intake of my penis and pulled me into their mouth. I bottomed out in their throat but they continued to thrust my cock in and out of their hungry mouth. I could not help but make comparison with my wifeâs oral skill and was ashamed to admit that my attacker would be my preferred fellator if ever faced with the ridiculous choice.
My attacker increased the intensity of their assault stroking my shaft vigorously at the same time as sucking ferociously, hungrily on my throbbing cock head. Defenceless my body gave way and my treacherous cock exploded in my assailantâs mouth. Temporarily I thought that this was at least some payback for the disorder they had brought upon my life until I realised it was more reward than punishment as they sucked and swallowed every drop of my seed down their hungry mouth.
Had I let go of the overhead rail I would have collapsed in a heap over the crowd. Just then I faintly acknowledged the name of my station being announced over the speaker. My assailant had returned my disloyal member to its place within my trousers and now I would find out who the perpetrator of this unwanted attack was. As the crowd poured out of the carriage doors I looked down and then left followed by right but my desperate search revealed no clue as to who my attacker had been. There were many suspects but in reality everyone I laid eyes on could have been a suspect.
It could have been the beautiful blonde that no doubt was a model or if not could be if she wished or it could be the young man with the impeccably matched attire that had been lost to his my vision as soon as the ride had started. For all I knew it could have been the old Italian Lady that hurried away from the carriage looking back over her shoulder frequently as she left.
I sat on a chair in the subway trying to come to grips with the events of the last half an hour. I tried hard to convince myself that it was all a bad dream the more I tried the more it seemed like a dream come true.
All day I struggled foolishly to get work done with no avail. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Should I go to the police? What would I tell them? Would they believe me? Why would they? Had I done something to somebody to encourage this attack? Was it after all a loving yet perverted gift from my wife?
Over the next few weeks I got no answers and my questions became overpowering. I frequently thought that I must have been attacked by an experimenting youth or a lonely housewife and that it was a closed chapter. I wanted to believe that it was my wife but after more and more snooping that option became more and more unlikely. Part of me wanted to know who and why so I could place myself in their path of attack again and feel the soothing warmth of their lips upon my aching cock once more.
I chose not to go to the police and had all convinced myself that it was a one off event when it happened a second time.
I was late like the first time but had managed to get a seat. I sat between two old ladies with both of their husbandâs big old asses in my face wishing I had not got a seat and doing my best to breathe. The train ride started and then stopped just as suddenly throwing everyone on the train forward with a jolt. As the train was so packed there was not much of an impact I imagine however I myself was thrown onto my knees on the floor. When I went to return to my chair someone had stolen my seat.
I was livid, I could not move and so would have to remain on my knees for 45 minutes until we arrived in the city and I had banged myself up against someoneâs knees in the fall. The train started and I did my best to get m ore comfortable when all of a sudden a hand gripped the back of my head.
âWhat the……â I murmured as my head was drawn toward the knees that had been the cause of my throbbing headache.
Is my head drew near the knees parted and my face was drawn deeper and deeper in between the parting thighs until my face was hard up against this strangerâs pussy. Once more I struggled to free my hands and brake free but I was trapped by the crowd.
It was question time again. Was this the same attacker? Why would someone wear no underwear on the train? Was this person stalking me? What had I done to them?
My thoughts went back to the first encounter. I had struggled unsuccessfully and had missed some of the thrill this situation had to offer. I began to look at the situation from a different angle. If this was in fact my wife I owed it to her to satisfy her to the best of my ability and if not……….. Well I convinced myself that it was and dove in hungrily.
If this was my wife she had shaved since I had last seen her pussy. I could not see much but my attacker was soft and sweet smelling, she was clean and tasted delicious. She tasted of berries and was very small and tight. I knew it was not my wife now but chose to believe it was. I circled her lips clockwise and then back in the opposite direction with the tip of my tongue. My reward was nectar purer and sweeter than any I had ever known. I drank of it and then went in for more. I could tell that my assailant no matter how young or old was not use to the service I provided as she came easily again when I thrust my tongue in and out of her sopping wet slit. I sucked on her turgid clitoris and flicked it with my tongue bringing about her final orgasm before we reached the city.
As I clambered out from between her legs I caught a glimpse of a small tattoo on her ankle that was a heart with a name on it. I guessed it may be a friend or a relative that had passed away and tried to rise and see her face before she escaped but one of the fat assed Italian men got in my way and again my assailant escaped. But I had narrowed it down to a blonde airline stewardess obviously making her way to work, a nerdy looking college girl in a letterman jacket and a small woman with long silky black hair down to her backside with a hat on. They were all attractive in their own right but what was I doing? I was becoming more comfortable with this mystery mistress. I was becoming less of a victim and more of an adulterer.
At work all my thoughts were dominated by this mystery assailant, at home I grew more distant from my wife and daughter. I arrived late at work after taking an extra train ride hoping to bump into my mystery lover one more time. I was forced to take a couple of weeks off to sort out my affairs which I planned to do without my wifeâs knowledge. I caught trains all day and all night and got home later and later. I told my wife work had picked up but the extra hours would not be forever. My deceit was my obsession and my obsession was becoming my downfall. I wasnât eating but was drinking heavily. I had lost weight and looked like a wreck.
Then it happened as before, I was on the morning train that would normally take me to work. I was standing in the doorway surveying the crowd on board. There were many women that could have been my anonymous lover but none of them looked suspicious. The train moved off and I made sure my hands were above my head as was my practice these days. I did not want them to be pinned at my side. Although I was jammed tightly amongst other passengers I was sure I could not be trapped as before. There were only male passengers around me which frustrated me as I knew it meant nothing would happen today. The train reached the first of many stops and the doors opened. A few more sardines squeezed into the can and the doors closed tightly. This was the biggest crowd for a while and I was finding it hard to breathe. One of the men in front of me turned side on and his ass pressed against me, or so I thought.
Like the first time I felt a hand rubbing my cock through my trousers. My heart felt relief and my cock began to rise. My unknown lover freed my cock from my pants but who could it be? I looked about and realised that again my hands were trapped above my head and my assailant was not visible to me. This is what I told myself, this is what I believed. My cock was now resting on the soft smooth skin of a strangerâs ass. A hand grabbed and guided my cock between their cheeks. A silky smooth pair of pussy lips kissed the tip of my prick and hesitated. The train whistle blew and the train slowed suddenly at the next stop. Unexpectedly my attacker was impaled on my cock and her ass dropped as I felt her legs buckle and her body shudder. She composed herself and our bodies rocked back and forth in time with the movements of the train. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride. I filled my assailant with my seed once and then continued. I barely began to shrink before the thought of what was happening and the feeling combined made me rock hard again. My lover came many times and refused to stop pumping.
Then as quickly as it happened the doors flung open at the last stop before the city and she was gone. I quickly zipped up my pants and ran out of the carriage. I was just in time to see a familiar hat and long black hair disappear off the top of the escalator and tried to run but was stopped by the crowd. I went to wipe the sweat from my face but noticed the blood on my hands before quickly exiting into the first bathroom I came across. I cleaned myself up and then sat in a cubicle.
How old was this girl? Why me? This had gone far enough and would only end in disaster it thought. I decided to head home and tell my wife everything and then I would go to the police and report it to. I headed across the platform and caught the first train back home very shaky and scared. I had been a fool but it was over now. I even felt better as I neared my house and walked up the steps.
When I went inside no one was home so I went upstairs to clean up. I put on some washing then showered and went to put on some fresh clothes. As I walked past Sophieâs room I caught sight of something that sent a chill up my spine. I walked in and across the room and from under her bed I saw part of the same familiar hat. I pulled it out and attached to it was a long black silky wig. The tattooed ankle flashed in my mind only this time I could see what was written clearly. It read âDaddyâ. Om my god what had I done. I sat on the edge of her bed with my head in my hands but did not know she had come in until I smelt her………âberriesâ.
She walked across the room and pressed my confused and grief stricken face between her beautiful perky naked tits and said
âItâs ok Daddy, I will look after you. Everything will be fineâ
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This is a story about Charlie’s experience with her favorite professor.
Please read âGoing on Vacationâ pt 1 through 5
Enjoy. Sorry that I don’t know what actually techniques are used in a massage. I just guessed on that part.
Jenny woke up unexpectedly from a very pleasant dream. She was having flashbacks to the events of the night before, when she and her best friend Becca had sucked off each others’ little brothers in a hot tub. “Dammit,” Jenny swore, “and it was just getting good, too.” Jenny couldn’t always remember her dreams, but she always remembered her sex dreams. Those were her favorites, and her most frequent. She reached down and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She was wet, as she expected. She brought her hand back up and sucked her juices from her fingers, loving the taste of her own pussy. She never questioned why Becca loved eating her out. She glanced at the clock, and noticed it was still pretty early. “Kevin’s probably not even awake yet.” She thought about using her extra time to masturbate, but realized she was horny for what she was doing in her dream. She needed to suck cock again. She smiled, knowing just where she could find someone willing to let her have her fun. Jenny stood up, left her room, and walked down the hall to her brother’s room.
She stood in her brother’s doorway, wearing just a pink nightie and panties. “Oh Kevin, wake up!” she urged in a sing-song voice. Kevin groggily woke up. Upon seeing his sexy older sister in his doorway, however, he was instantly at full attention, as was his cock. “Mornin’ little brother. How would you like a quick blowjob before school?” Jenny asked, with a naughty grin on her face.
“…Am I still dreaming?” Kevin asked, kinda lamely.
Jenny giggled. “No, silly, if this were a dream I’d be naked already. Now c’mon, come sit on the edge of your bed here.” Jenny said, walking over to the side of Kevin’s bed. Kevin pulled his covers off him and swung his legs around so he was sitting up with his legs dangling over the side of his bed. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, and his hard cock looked like it was already about to pop out. Jenny licked her lips. “Now, let’s get started.” She grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it off of herself, exposing her bare tits to her brother. Kevin was practically shaking with excitement. For the first time, his sister was actually going to suck his cock. Jenny got down on her knees in front of her brother, wearing just her pink panties, reached out and took her brother’s cock out of his boxers. She stroked it with her hand just to get a good feel of it; it was already rock hard.
Jenny moaned. “Mmmm, I really need this.” She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Kevin’s cock, and slowly moved down, taking it all into her mouth. Jenny had had experience with many larger cocks, so she slid her brother’s dick into her mouth with ease and started licking and sucking it. As she slid his dick in and out of her mouth, every now and then she would let out a tiny, sexy moan. But pretty soon she started to pick up the pace. As much as she was enjoying herself, and despite wanting to pleasure her little brother as much as possible, she knew she didn’t have a whole lot of time, and she wanted his cum as fast as she could get it. Her moans of pleasure were soon replaced by sloppy slurping noises as she sucked her brother’s dick as fast as she could. Kevin was in heaven, and he was still so amazed by the whole situation that he didn’t even think to warn his sister when he was about to cum. But Jenny was so used to guys cumming in her mouth, it didn’t even phase her. As her brother’s cock erupted in her mouth, she swallowed it all like a dutiful whore. God this is hot, Jenny thought, my own brother is cumming in my mouth!
Jenny kept sucking until she was sure she had gotten every last drop. She was still on her knees stroking his dick when Kevin fell onto his back, completely drained. “Mmm, Becca was right! You do taste good, little bro!”
“God that was awesome. Thank you, Jenny.” he said.
“No problem, little bro.” Jenny gave her brother’s cock one last kiss before standing up. “What are big sisters for, anyway?” she giggled to herself. Then she slipped her tiny pink panties off, said “here,” and threw them onto her brother’s face. “I know you like jerking off into my panties, little bro. Feel free to use ’em whenever you need to.”
Jenny picked up her discarded nightie and left her brother’s room still naked. She felt so deliciously dirty after that, and she couldn’t wait to tell Becca all about it.
***
When Becca woke up, at first everything felt normal. But then she remembered her slutty display in front of her brother the night before, and knew things were gonna be way more fun around the house now. She got out of bed, wearing just her bra and panties like usual. But instead of walking down the hall to the bathroom before taking them off, she stripped them off right away and walked down the hall naked. She left the bathroom door wide open and climbed right into the shower.
Kyle heard his sister walk down the hall, but when he got to the bathroom he was surprised to see the door completely open. In the past, he had always had to peek in through a crack to watch his hot sister undress. Becca could see through the fogged up glass of the shower that her brother had entered the bathroom, wearing a T-shirt and boxers. He stood in front of the mirror brushing his teeth. It was obvious he was watching Becca shower, because Kyle never took more than a few seconds to brush his teeth, and he was there for minutes. Becca made a show of lathering up her impressive tits for a while, then turned the shower off and stepped out.
“Hey, little bro.” Becca said casually. Kyle had just spit into the sink, then he turned, and stopped and stared in awe at his older sister’s wet, glistening, naked body. Becca took a towel and brought it to her face, taking longer than necessary to dry it off so her brother could get a nice long look at her amazing teen body. When she finished, she held the towel down, and saw Kyle had a massive tent in his boxers. She laughed and pointed at his crotch. “Wow, bro, that’s some serious morning wood. You want some help with that?”
Kyle looked down and noticed what she was talking about. He looked really embarrassed. Becca laughed again. “Hey, relax, little brother. Don’t be shy, you should be proud of that. You got a pretty big tool for a guy your age. Jenny really seemed to enjoy it last night, but then again that little slut loves every dick she sees.” Becca, still wet and completely nude, got on her knees in front of her brother. “Here, I’ll give you a hand.” She pulled Kyle’s boxers down and his hard dick sprang out. She took it in one hand, spit on it for lubrication, and started stroking it.
Becca gave great handjobs. She’d started jerking off her guy friends in 7th grade, and she’d loved doing it ever since. Something about helping a guy masturbate just thrilled her for some reason. She started using two hands to pump her brother’s cock, and Kyle had to grab the bathroom counter to keep from losing his balance and falling over. After just minutes of Becca’s skilled handiwork, Kyle started to cum. She held her tits up with one hand, and kept stroking and aiming Kyle’s cock at her tits with the other hand. Spurt after spurt of her brother’s big white load splashed onto her tits. Becca loved when guys came on her tits, and she smiled a devilish smile as she watched her brother’s load spill out onto her chest.
“There, that better?” Becca asked as she milked the last drops of cum from Kyle’s dick. When he was finished and his cock started to deflate, Becca started rubbing her brother’s cum into her still wet tits. Then she laughed. “I’m such a whore, I just showered and I couldn’t even go five minutes without getting dirty again!”
“Thanks, sis.” Kyle said.
“Nah, don’t mention it. You ever need help with your morning wood, I’d be glad to lend a hand.” Becca responded. Then, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, Becca finished toweling off and walked back to her room to finish getting ready for school.
***
Jenny left her house and began walking along her usual route to the bus stop. When she got to Becca’s house, Becca had just left the front door and was waiting for Jenny to catch up.
“Well, I sucked my brother’s dick.” Jenny announced.
“Good morning to you, too.” Becca said dryly.
Jenny giggled. “Sorry. Mornin’, babe. But I just had to tell you. I had a dream about last night and woke up super horny, so I just had to suck him.”
“His cock was fun to suck, wasn’t it? Just like I told you.”
“Uh-huh! What about your brother’s? Have you gotten a taste yet?”
“Oh. No. But, I gave him a handjob after he watched me in the shower. I let him cum all over my tits.”
Jenny giggle. “Oh you slut, you just love gettin’ guys to cum on your big titties, don’tcha?”
“Yes, but not as much as you love getting guys to cum on your face, or on your ass, or in your mouth, or just about anywhere!” Becca laughed.
“Good point, I am a bit of a cum slut, huh? How long did it take ya to figure that one out? Anyway you gotta suck your brother off after school today.”
“Are you gonna suck off your brother again after school?” Becca asked.
“No, I’m gonna fuck him. I probably would’ve this morning, but I guess I didn’t think I had time. You should totally fuck yours too, come to think of it.”
“Fine, after school we’ll fuck our brothers.” Becca said.
“Deal. Let’s kiss on it.” Jenny said. The two best friends stopped for a moment and leaned in for a slow, lust-filled, sensual kiss. Becca’s hands moved down Jenny’s back and up her skirt, grabbing her tight ass. They stopped kissing for a second for Jenny to giggle, then resumed their make-out session as Jenny started grabbing Becca’s tits through her top. Secretly, they both hoped some of the neighbors were watching them. They finished their kiss and continued walking, and Jenny gave Becca one last slap on the ass as they went.
“Dressed a little different today, aren’t you, Becca?” Jenny said.
“I know! I’m actually wearing pants! Weird, huh?”
Becca was dressed in a pair of tan short shorts, just barely covering her ass. “Those are not pants! They don’t count as pants unless they’re at least two inches below your ass!”
“Well then what would you call these?”
“Those are booty shorts! And I hope you enjoyed that spanking, because the guys in the hallways are gonna be giving you lots more, all day!”
“Really?” Becca asked.
“Yes! You never really notice, because you’re always wearing skirts and dresses and guys are too busy trying to upskirt you. But I’ve been wearing booty shorts since 6th grade, and guys always smack and grab my ass in the hallways.
“And yet you keep wearing them.” Becca added.
Jenny smiled. “I never said I didn’t like it. Not today though, just an ordinary, totally-not-slutty cheerleading uniform for me.”
Becca laughed. “I bet your dad didn’t like you wearing booty shorts in middle school.”
“Oh, he hated it! He still does, too. He still comes into my room every now and then and picks up, like, a pair of my jeans shorts off the floor and asks ‘What is this, denim underwear?'”
Becca laughed again. “Oh my god! My dad does the same thing! He’ll be like ‘Is this a belt or a skirt?'”
The girls kept laughing and telling stories about how their fathers berated them for their choice of clothing until the school bus arrived.
***
At lunch, Becca sat at a table in the cafeteria with five of her guy friends. As she ate her lunch, she was leaning forward slightly reading a book. As with most of Becca’s choices in tops, she was showing ample cleavage as she leaned forward. She felt something small hit her in the chest, and looked up to see a few pieces of popcorn and some tiny carrots scattered on the table in front of her. Then she looked up at her friends, confused.
Her friends laughed, then one of them said, “Sorry, Becca. We were trying to see who could land something in your cleavage first!”
Becca glanced down and realized how much cleavage she’d been showing, then smiled and looked back up. She put her book down, crossed her arms on the table, and leaned forward even more. As she leaned into her arms, her tits squished together, showing even more cleavage than before.
“Well, take your best shot, boys!” Becca told them.
“Is there some sort of prize involved?” One of her friends asked jokingly.
Becca thought for a second, then smiled deviously. “First one to get something between my tits, gets to put something else between my tits,” she said slyly.
Excitedly, her friends started pelting her chest with tiny pieces of food, trying their best to get something in. All of them had gotten handjobs and blowjobs from her in the past. She had shown them all her impressive tits many times as well. But a chance to actually get tit fucked by “Big Tits” Becca would have been something else. That’s how most people around school knew Jenny and Becca, Big Tits Becca and Blowjob Jenny.
Her friend Mitch was the lucky winner, and actually cheered when he made it in. All the other guys made disappointed noises, then congratulated their friend. Becca stood up and walked over to Mitch, then bent over so her tits were in his face. “Go on, reach in there and get it,” she told him. Mitch put his hand down her shirt and picked up the piece of popcorn that had won him a free tit fuck. Becca opened her mouth, and he plopped it right in. She ate it, smiled, stood up straight, and told Mitch, “Come get your prize!” Then she took him by the hand, and led him out of the room, swaying her ass as she walked. Her other guy friends cheered as they watched them leave.
Becca was looking forward to what she was about to do. She remembered Mitch had a big dick. The last time she’d seen it was at a party at her house. She had walked in on him masturbating in her bathroom, then finished the job for him.
Becca led Mitch to the boys’ bathroom, which she was already very familiar with, and took him into an empty stall, locking the door behind them. The speed with which she sat him down on the toilet seat and yanked his pants down made it obvious to Mitch that she was just as excited to do this as he was. He was already hard. “Ooh, you are big! This is gonna be so much fun!” Becca said before spitting on her hand and stroking Mitch’s cock. Mitch was enjoying the handjob, but his eyes were still staring down Becca’s shirt as she knelt in front of him. Becca didn’t even need to follow his gaze to notice this, and she giggled. “Man, you really wanna see my boobs, don’t you? Can’t say I blame you.” She reached down with both hands and took her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Becca smiled, “Like what you see? Good. Now, let’s get to the part where I fuck you with my tits.”
Becca spit on her hand and rubbed it between her tits. Then she cupped her tits in her hands, leaned forward into Mitch’s cock, and squished her tits together around it. She started to slowly push her tits up and down, jerking Mitch’s cock. Mitch couldn’t resist letting out little moans of pleasure every time the tip of his dick slipped through Becca’s tits. Every few strokes, Becca leaned her head forward and sucked Mitch’s cock head for a second or two. “Christ you’re good at this!” Mitch gasped.
“I am, aren’t I? Hard not to be with titties like these. I mean really, just look at ’em! They were made for putting dicks between ’em!”
“God I love your tits, Becca.”
“Aww, thanks! Lovely, aren’t they? So much better than Jenny’s tits, huh?” Becca and Jenny liked to compete over who’s the sexiest, the sluttiest, and the best fuck. Just a friendly competition, that ended up working in just about every guy’s favor.
“So much better.” Mitch said. Becca smiled and picked up the pace. She started slamming her tits up and down Mitch’s shaft vigorously. “Holy fuck Becca this is so good! I’m gonna cum!”
“Go ahead and cum, Mitch. All over my tits. Come on, Mitch, I know you wanna.” Mitch couldn’t take it any more, and came. His cum spilled out, getting smeared all over Becca’s tits as she continue to pump his cock. Some squirted up, hitting Becca in the chin. She stuck her tongue out, trying to catch more cum as it shot up into her face.
When Mitch was finished, Becca slowed down. She leaned back and lifted her cum-drenched tits to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and licking up Mitch’s cum.
After getting his pants back on, Mitch thanked Becca. “Not a bad prize, I’d say.” He joked.
“Well, maybe we should play these games more often then. I can think of plenty more prizes.” Becca suggested, winking.
***
While Becca was busy taking care of Mitch, Jenny was entering the cafeteria looking for her. She was horny as hell from having guys upskirting her in her cheerleader uniform all day, and she was aching for a quickie with her best friend. She looked around and saw some of her guy friends sitting where she’d normally sit, and walked over to them. “You guys seen Becca?” Jenny asked.
“Oh yeah, we’ve seen her. Lots of her.” One guy said, making the others laugh.
“Figures. Well, where is she now?” Jenny asked.
“She’s in the bathroom. With Mitch.”
“Dammit. That slut!” Jenny said. Well, might as well fuck one of these guys then, Jenny thought. She looked at the guys sitting around the table. These guys were in Becca’s grade, so she didn’t know them as well as Becca did. More specifically, she didn’t know the size of their cocks as well as Becca did. So she chose the best looking one. “You, Tom,” she said, pointing at Tom. “Come with me.”
“Why?” Tom asked.
“Tom,” another guy said, “when a cheerleader asks you to come with her, you don’t ask ‘why?’ You just go with her!” The other guys starting laughing.
“Alright, alright, jeez. Just first reaction, y’know? I’m going.” Tom said, standing up and taking Jenny’s hand.
Jenny laughed too. “Oh, don’t worry about them.” She turned so she could look at Tom’s friends as she said, “They’re not the ones gettin’ some cheerleader ass right now, are they?” Tom smiled smugly to his friends as they walked out of the cafeteria.
Jenny pulled Tom into the first empty classroom she could find and locked the door behind her. Grabbing Tom’s shirt, she backed up into a desk and pulled Tom into a deep kiss. As they made out, Jenny took Tom’s hands in hers and led them to her ass. He began feeling and squeezing her ass as she stroked his cock through the front of his pants. This went on until Jenny was sure he was as hard as he’d get. Then she turned around and grinded her ass into Tom’s crotch, feeling his hard dick between her ass cheeks through her skirt. Not a bad size, I sure know how to pick ’em, Jenny thought.
Jenny pulled her sexy pink panties down to her knees, bent over resting her arms on the desk, and pushed her ass out. Her cheerleading skirt rode up perfectly, exposing her tight ass to Tom. “Fuck me, Tom.” Jenny said, wiggling her ass back and forth. Cheerleaders at their school were well known for getting fucked during school in the exact position Jenny was in. They loved being fucked in their uniforms, and the short skirts were seemingly tailored perfectly for it. It happened so often that fucking a girl bent over a desk with her panties around her knees and the rest of her uniform still on became known around the school as “Cheer Style,” even when doing it to the lacrosse and field hockey girls, who were also huge sluts with similar uniforms.
Tom lined his dick up with Jenny’s pussy, grabbed her hips, and slowly pushed his way in. “Ohhh yeahhh,” Jenny moaned. Once Tom had his whole dick in her, he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “No need to be gentle, Tom. Just fuck me.” Jenny said, looking over her shoulder and smirking at Tom. Not one to disappoint a lady, Tom started humping her faster. Jenny closed her eyes, basking in the feeling of having a big dick filling her pussy over and over. “Mmmm, harder baby!” Jenny cried. Tom was now slamming his cock into her, his balls making a slapping noise on her ass every time he filled her pussy. “Ohhh, that’s it!” Tom and Jenny were both in heaven, and they were both getting close to cumming. “Mmm, smack my ass.” Jenny ordered. Tom was more than happy to oblige, so he slapped the cheerleader’s tight teen ass as he continued to fuck her as hard as he could. Jenny moaned in blissful pleasure as she felt the blow of his hand.
“Jenny, I think I’m gonna cum soon.” Tom warned.
Jenny got excited. Time for her sweet, sweet reward. “Okay, baby. We can’t make a mess though, so I’m gonna have to swallow.” Tom pulled out and Jenny turned around and got on her knees in front of him. She grabbed his cock with one hand and started hungrily sucking it. The fact that he was already close to cumming combined with Jenny’s expert blowjob made Tom finish quickly. Several ropes of hot cum shot into Jenny’s mouth as she continued sucking, not slowing down at all. A few seconds after he stopped cumming, Jenny pulled back and looked up at Tom. She opened her mouth and showed him the pool of his cum she had collected, then closed her mouth and swallowed it in one gulp. She opened her mouth to show her it was empty, and giggled at the look on his face.
“You’re like something out of a porno!” Tom complimented.
“I’m a much better fuck than Becca, huh?” Jenny smiled.
“I’ve never fucked her before.”
“Oh, that tease! I don’t know how she keeps her guy friends happy!” Jenny laughed. Jenny knew Becca would flash her friends and let them feel her tits whenever they asked, and she’d give them all handjobs whenever they wanted, so she never quite got why she didn’t just let them fuck her. Jenny stood up and pulled her pink panties back up. “Well, see ya later, Tom. You’re a good fuck, I’ll remember that.” Then she winked at Tom, and left the room to go about the rest of her day.
***
Becca walked home from the bus stop with a sore ass that day. Jenny had been right about the shorts. Not only had they perfectly shown off her ass, but they also allowed her panties to stick out the top and be visible whenever she bent over. Being rather busty, Becca was used to getting groped somewhere higher, but that day, guys’ hands had been drawn to her ass, and a few guys got a little carried away with the pinching and the slapping. I don’t know how Jenny deals with it all the time, Becca thought. When she got home, she entered her family room to find her brother sitting on the couch watching TV. She’d taken the late bus home, so he’d gotten back a little before she did. “Hey, Kyle.” She greeted him and sat on the other couch so she could face him.
“Hey, Becca.” Kyle was surprised by how casual Becca was, feeling a bit awkward himself after the incident this morning. Becca, however, didn’t seem affected by it at all. Kyle was glad, though. He could relax knowing she didn’t feel guilty, figuring he didn’t either, and there was always the possibility of doing something like it again. Becca asked him about his day, and he told her the usual. Keeping with the polite conversation, he asked his sister about her day.
“Heh, you would not believe the day I’ve had, little brother. See these pants I’m wearing? Yeah, big mistake. Jenny warned me that wearing ‘booty shorts,’ as she calls them, like these would cause all the guys to grope and spank my ass. Course she knows from experience, the little slut, so she was right, and wow! I may as well have written ‘spank me’ in big letters across the back of these, and it wouldn’t have even made a difference! Kyle, you’re a guy, what is it about shorts like these that make guys wanna touch so much?”
Kyle was checking out his big sister’s legs the whole time she was talking. The short shorts really made them look sexy, and she was currently laying back on the couch stretching her legs out. “Uh, well, I don’t know exactly. I mean, no offense, but at my school at least, all the slutty girls wear really short shorts, and they love being touched. So, like, I guess guys just kinda assume that’s what girls wear when they wanna be touched?”
Becca smiled at her little brother’s bold honesty. She also liked the way he accidentally implied she was slutty. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” she said. “Jenny’s been like that since back at your school.” She closed her eyes and yawned, pulling her arms up behind her head, causing her tits to push up against her shirt. Kyle couldn’t help but stare at his sister’s cleavage. Becca noticed, and continued. “This top got me some attention today, too. Course, when I show this much cleavage I always attract attention, but today, my friends started throwing stuff at me, trying to get it down my shirt!” Becca briefly explained how it turned into a contest that ended up with her tit-fucking the winner in the boys’ bathroom. When she finished, she said, “And I tell ya, I really wasn’t expecting to take two loads on my chest today!” Kyle laughed along with Becca, although he was a little more nervous than she was about referring to what they’d done that morning. Despite that, Kyle was still incredibly turned on from listening to Becca recount her slutty encounter, and Becca noticed the bulge growing in his pants.
“Oh, jeez little bro. Sorry about that,” she said, pointing at his crotch. “You need some help again? Here, I’ll take care of that for you.” Becca stood up, walked over to her brother, and got down on her knees in front of him. She undid his pants and pulled them down, then immediately started stroking is hard cock.
Kyle just laid back and enjoyed it for a bit, then he had an idea. “Uh, Becca, could I maybe have a blowjob this time, please?”
Becca found it funny the way he was so politely asking his sister for something like that. I’ll bet he and Kevin told each other about their mornings, Becca thought. Kyle must have been jealous that Kevin got a blowjob from his sister, and all he got was a handjob. She decided she had to make it up to him. She smiled at her brother. “Sure thing, little brother. I’ve always loved jerking guys off, but I won’t say no to sucking cock.” Without another word, Becca wrapped her lips around her brother’s shaft and started to suck him off. Kyle’s cock was about the same size as Kevin’s, but Becca enjoyed sucking Kyle’s dick way more than she enjoyed sucking Kevin’s the night before. She was sucking her own brother’s dick. She knew this was probably the sluttiest thing she’d ever done up to that point, and that thought made her extremely horny. She wondered if Jenny had felt the same way that morning.
As his sister knelt before him sucking his cock, Kyle was having similar thoughts. Last night, he had gotten a blowjob from the more experienced Jenny. But even though Becca didn’t suck cock as well as Jenny did, he was more turned on now than he’d ever been before. He put his hands on the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Becca was getting more and more into it, sucking her brother’s cock faster and faster the hornier she got.
Eventually, Becca got so turned on she couldn’t take it anymore. She’d jerked off her brother over her tits, she’d tit-fucked a guy in the boys’ bathroom, she’d been stared at, groped, and spanked all day, and now she was sucking her brother’s cock. It had been building all day, and now she was too horny to stand it. A blowjob wouldn’t cut it. She pulled her mouth off her brother’s cock, and said, “Kyle, I need to fuck you. Right now. I’ve been horny all day and now I need a cock in me.” Kyle was speechless. This day just keeps getting better and better, he thought. “C’mon, let’s go to me room.” Becca said, pulling Kyle’s pants up a little, taking his hand, and pulling him upstairs.
Once in her room, Becca shut the door and pushed her little brother down on the bed. She pulled his pants back down and his cock shot straight up. As fast as she could, she pulled off all her clothes until she was completely nude. Normally, she gives the guys she fucks a little striptease at this point, but she needed to get fucked as soon as possible. As she got on the bed and straddled her brother, Kyle said, “Becca, I’ve never done this before.”
“Don’t worry, little brother,” Becca said. “Just let your big sister take care of you.” She leaned back, slid his cock into her pussy, and quickly impaled herself on his dick. She rode her brother’s cock for all she was worth, bouncing up and down as fast as she could, trying desperately to get herself off and give her little brother a great first time. Kyle was mesmerized. He lay back, unable to believe how lucky he was. He watched his sister’s huge tits bounce up and down in front of him as he bathed in the pleasure of finally sticking his cock in an incredibly hot girl, his sister. It was one of his biggest fantasies come true.
Kyle started to get involved, as he began thrusting his dick up into Becca’s pussy over and over. When Becca felt this, she kept riding him and started moaning. “Ohhhhhh, yes! Mmmmm, fuck me, Kyle! That’s it! Oh God! Yes! Yes!” Both of them started to go harder and harder until Becca couldn’t take it any more. She screamed out loud as she reached a mind-shattering climax. She collapsed onto her brother’s body, they rolled over so she was laying on her bed. “Hurry, Kyle. Finish on me.” She urged her brother. Kyle got up and stood over Becca, jerking his hard cock. With a few finishing tugs, he started cumming, covering Becca’s face and massive tits with his load. When he was done, he fell over and lay down next to his sister.
Becca slowly, dreamily lifted her hand to her cum-covered tits and scooped up some of her brother’s cum with her fingers. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked the cum off her fingers, lingering for a moment to enjoy the taste. “Mmm…” she moaned, her eyes closed. “Three loads on my tits in one day. Must be a record.” Becca thought for a moment. “Well, three nonconsecutive loads.” She said, remembering some of the more interesting parties she’d been too.
“That wasn’t bad at all for your first time, little brother.” Becca told Kyle, still laying nude next to him. “We’ll just have to make sure you get plenty of practice.”
***
“We’re almost to your house, babe. You better hurry up.” Jenny didn’t say anything, but she started sucking faster. She was currently riding shotgun in a car being driven by some lacrosse player. He had agreed to give her a ride home from cheerleading practice in exchange for road head. So jenny, still in her cheerleader uniform, was sideways and bent over sucking the guy’s dick while he drove. She had been going pretty slowly before, because she wanted to be sucking his cock the whole ride. Sometimes when she gave road head, she would finish earlier and let the guy cum on her face so she could enjoy watching people react to seeing her cum covered face as they drove by. But today she was still horny from some of her antics during and after practice, and wanted a dick in her mouth for as long as possible.
As the car pulled into her driveway, Jenny was fucking her face on the driver’s dick like her mouth was a pussy. The driver put his car in park and leaned back just as he came into Jenny’s mouth. She was still sucking enthusiastically, swallowing his hot cum as she sucked. Only a few drops manage to escape her mouth and dribble over her lips, which she tried to lick up quickly as best she could. “Damn, babe. You really live up to your name.”
Jenny smiled. She loved having her oral skills complemented, and she loved her nickname. “Thanks! Ask the head girl for me next practice if you want another. Anyway, thanks for the cum. And the ride.” Jenny said as she got out of the car. Jenny looked down at her uniform as she entered her house. It had some dried cum on it from practice in a few places. She smiled, thinking her brother would get a kick out of seeing her dressed like this.
Her brother got home before her today because she had practice, so she went right upstairs to his room. She stood in his doorway, and found him sitting at his desk in front of the computer. “Hey, little bro.” She said. Kevin hadn’t been looking at porn just then, but he still flinched and spun around. Seeing his sister in her cheerleader outfit always made him horny, and seeing it with what appeared to be cum stains on it turned him on even more. “What’s the matter, little bro?” She asked in mock innocence, “do I have something on my face?”
What Jenny didn’t realize was she actually did have something on her face. A visible blob of white cum was still clinging to the right side of her chin. “Uh, well…” Kevin said, indicating what he saw by wiping his chin.
Jenny took a finger and scooped up the cum, genuinely surprised but very happy, then stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked it up. “There,” Jenny said, “all clean. Guess I didn’t swallow it all after all!” Jenny laughed. Kevin laughed nervously along with her. Then, Jenny spotted her pink panties from that morning crumpled up on the floor by Kevin’s desk. Guess he’d been jerking off with them earlier, Jenny thought. She smiled and walked towards her brother’s desk. “Well well, what have we here?” She said, picking up her used panties. Kevin freaked out for a split second, then remembered his sister had given him permission to jerk off with her panties this morning. Jenny laughed at the look on his face. “It’s alright, little bro. I think it’s kinda hot that you do this, jerking off into your big sister’s panties. Any time you need to get off, you can just take a pair from my room or the laundry, hell, just say the word and I’ll slip off the ones I’m wearing and give ’em to you!”
Kevin had jerked off not too long ago, but his sexy sister was making him hard again already. “God, you’re so damn hot, Jenny.” Kevin said. He was incredibly thankful that his sister was such a fucking slut.
“Aww, thanks, bro. You’re so sweet.” Jenny smiled knowingly as she eyed the growing bulge in his pants. “And you know,” she said, throwing her cum-covered panties onto Kevin’s bed and stepping closer to him, “jerking off with your big sister’s panties is fine when I’m not around, but if I am, I’m always happy to do it for you.”
“Really?” Kevin was getting excited.
“Of course! What kind of sister would I be if I let my little brother go without a nice handjob every now and then?” Jenny was now leaning forward, stroking her brother’s hard cock through his pants. “Ooh, feels like you need to be taken care of right now! Y’know, I just gave a guy a blowjob on the way over here, and I’m always up for another. You want me to suck your cock again?”
“Oh God yes!” Kevin said. Remembering just how good his sister’s mouth felt around his cock this morning, Kevin was aching for another blowjob.
Jenny smiled smugly. “I thought you might.” Jenny got down on her knees in front of her brother, still sitting in his chair. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear and took his dick into her hand. Like before, it was already hard, but Jenny stroked it anyway, loving the feel of a hard cock. Jenny leaned forward and spit on Kevin’s dick, then twisted her hand up and down his shaft to get it all wet with her saliva. “Y’know, Kev, I never brushed my teeth this morning. I’ve been tasting your cum all day, little bro.” Kevin was leaning back in his chair, enjoying his sister’s skilled hand as she worked his shaft with it. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about this cock of yours all day. It had me real horny.” Jenny leaned forward, stuck her tongue out, and swirled it around the head of Kevin’s cock. Jenny began alternating between talking to Kevin and sucking his cock, taking his dick deeper into her mouth each time she went back down on him. “I got so horny today,” Jenny continued, “that I couldn’t even wait until practice to get fucked.” She slurped around his cock again, already almost taking it all the way in and making the wettest sucking sounds she could. “I had to pull some random guy into an empty classroom in the middle of the day.” Kevin moaned. Listening to his sister talk about the slutty things she does really turned him on. Jenny deepthroated her brother’s cock and held it there for a moment. Then she pulled up and said, “Speaking of fucking, you wanna fuck me, little bro?”
Kevin opened his eyes wide in surprise. He had expected the blowjob to be the best he would get for awhile. After recovering from his initial shock, he hurriedly agreed. Jenny stood up and walked over to Kevin’s bed, casually slipping off her pink panties and letting them fall to the floor on the way. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, sticking her ass out invitingly. “Come on, little bro. Give it to me.” Kevin got behind Jenny, excited to lose his virginity, and stuck his dick in his sister’s pussy. “Ahhh, that’s the way. Now, when you finish, pull out and cum on my back. Don’t worry about ruining my uniform, guys cum on it all the time.” Jenny said, looking back at her little brother and smiling. Kevin started fucking her, slowly at first as he was inexperienced. He started to pick up the pace after he got used to it and with some encouragement from a very horny Jenny. Eventually Jenny was moaning and screaming with pleasure. “Ohhh, yes! Yes! Fuck me, little brother! Fuck me! Fuck your slutty sister! Harder! Yes! Yes! Ohhh…” She had her eyes closed for awhile, and when she opened them she saw the panties Kevin jerked off with on the bed in front of her. She grabbed them and shoved them in her mouth, making her feel deliciously dirty and reducing her moans to muffled sounds. Just after she did that, she cried out as she had an amazing orgasm. While she was still in a daze of pleasure, she felt Kevin pull out of her. As he came, she could feel his warm cum hitting her uniform and soaking through to her back.
Jenny collapsed onto the bed, basking in the feeling of what she had done. She had fucked her own brother. She felt so dirty. She felt sluttier than she’d ever felt before. And she loved it. After she regained her senses a bit, she pulled her panties out of her mouth and rolled over. She saw her brother standing there at the end of the bed still, his cock covered in her juices. Smiling, she crawled to her brother. “Where are my manners?” she said. “Let me clean you up.” She took his softening cock into her mouth and sucked it clean. When she finished, she stood up and grabbed the panties that had been in her mouth. “Well, did you enjoy that?” Jenny asked, knowing full well what the answer was.
“Yes, yes I did.” Kevin said, pulling his pants back on and sitting back down in his chair. “Thanks, Jenny. That was amazing.”
“I thought so.”
“Can we do that again sometime?” Kevin asked hopefully.
“Well, duh! You didn’t expect me to let a good cock go to waste in my own home, did you?” Jenny smiled, knowing she was turning her brother on again already. Still panty-less, Jenny walked out of her brother’s room, swaying her barely-covered ass as she went.
***
The next morning, as Jenny was walking to the bus stop, she started running towards Becca as soon as she saw her. When she got to her, they embraced and Jenny practically tackled Becca to the ground. They immediately started an intense make-out session.
In the middle of it, Becca pushed Jenny’s head back and said, “I fucked my brother.”
“Good morning to you, too.” Jenny said before going back to sucking her best friend’s face.
After they were both satisfied with their greeting, they got up and started walking. “I’m guessing you fucked your brother too?” Becca said.
“Yep! It was great!” Jenny said.
“We gonna do it again today?” Becca asked.
“Absolutely! In fact, let’s make it a foursome! Maybe we can switch partners too!” Jenny declared.
“I like it. This is gonna be so much fun!”
“God, I’m getting horny just thinking about it! Let’s meet up at lunch, with a guy or two. No way am I gonna make it ’til the end of the day!”
“Agreed.”
The slutty best friends walked on, knowing they had opened up all kinds of new possibilities.
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Michaelâs life seemed fine after ZoĂŤ got back. He didnât quite know how to deal with his nightly visits from Dana, but he figured it would work itself out as everything else had. He and ZoĂŤ had been dating for a week when she finally invited him over to her house for dinner.
âMy parents decided that theyâve given us enough space,â ZoĂŤ rolled her eyes as she told Michael. They were sitting on the steps of the school after the last bell, cuddled up as close as they could be. The teachers passed them with scowls at their position, ZoĂŤ sitting in Michaelâs lap as they waited for their respective rides with his arms around her and her hands in his. âThey want to meet you for dinner at our house. Tonight.â Michael started at that news.
âTonight? Without any warning or anything at all?â ZoĂŤ nodded.
âThey want to make sure that you have no aversions to their little⌠plans I guess.â She sighed and leaned back against him a little more. He could tell how exasperated she was about her parents. âThey think that having a last minute dinner plan that they might catch you doing something you arenât supposed to.â Mike laughed out loud at that. He had told ZoĂŤ about his business with Candy and had even conquered his aversion to talking about Rose. ZoĂŤ had blindsided him on those. He remembered being dragged into the bathroom and finding both Candy and Rose standing there, which looking a little embarrassed. Especially since they hadnât known about each other. Still, Mike had to thank ZoĂŤ for that. It had cleared the air, and now she and Candy were friends. Rose still had nothing to say on the subject of Mike and he didnât know why. She wouldnât even look at him.
âYou know all of my business. Still I guess I get it. Lanaâs going to give me hell for it but Iâll definitely be there. When?â ZoĂŤ titled her head back and looked into his eyes. He smiled at the sparkle in them.
âSix thirty. And⌠try and wear something nice please? Just this once I swear. They have this thing about first impressions. I need this to be perfect.â She looked almost sad. âOh and my cousin is staying with us for the school year, her parents got sent on an emergency archeology thing so sheâs there. Sheâs like sixteen or something close to thatâŚâ
âHow do you not know how old your own cousin is?â
âWe didnât used to even know each other. I told you we moved here a few years ago, before that I didnât even know that she was my cousin. She just kind of showed up in my life⌠But sheâs really cool. Weâre good friends, even if we do have to share a room.â Michael chuckled. The hole in his wall had made he and Dana very good friends. Lack of barriers didnât seem to do more than make people better acquainted.
âWait⌠if you two share a room, where are we going to sleep?â ZoĂŤ spun on his lap and slapped him playfully on the chest.
âOw! That hurt!â
âHere let me fix it then!â Mikeâs laughter was silenced as ZoĂŤ kissed him.
Ok, heâd been summoned not invited.
By the time five o clock rolled around, Mike was ready to scream. Lana had made his life hell since their little yelling session over the wall: She had made food he was allergic to one night and hadnât told anyone, she had accidentally spilled a glass of wine on him not five minutes later, and the next morning his alarm hadnât gone off. He had five minutes to get ready, and he knew that Lana had turned off the alarm. Numerous arguments had made the Mikeâs father and Dana avoid the two of them constantly. Then Mike came home that night.
When he arrived he felt his gut drop. Lanaâs car was in the drive. She wasnât supposed to be home this early. But there it was. He walked in the front door and caught a glimpse through the kitchen window of something familiar out in the back yard. He stepped over to get a better look as he put his cell phone on the counter and stopped in his tracks. She had put all of his stuff, his entire bedroom, in the backyard. He sprinted up stairs and found his door was locked and covered in plastic. Just as he reached his door Lana came up the stairs.
âOh, we found a termite and figured weâd rather be safe than sorry!â
âBITCH! You stupid, dumb slut! How the fuck did you find a termite in my room only? They live in the floor, you stupidâŚâ Lanaâs eyes narrowed at him.
âWHAT did you call me young man?â
âYou FUCKING heard me, bitch!â Lana crossed the hall and slapped him across the face, a stinging open palm slap. One of her nails cut his cheek. She tried to slap him again and he caught her arm, gripping it for all he was worth. âYou are doing this because I talked back to you, huh? All this? Youâre just a little cunt. You arenât even worth my time. Iâve got to put my bedroom back together.â He pushed her back away from him and tore the plastic from his door.
âGood luck, punk! I took some measuresâŚâ before she had finished her sentence he was in his room. He simply stood there. The hole had been repaired a few days ago, but now it was everything. His bed was in pieces, not broken but dissembled. His nightstands were the same. Everything he had was in boxes, everything that wasnât out in the backyard. He heard the front door open and heard Danaâs voice.
âMom? What are you doing home so⌠Why is Michaelâs stuff out in the yard?â Footsteps on the stairs, then Dana and her mother embracing.
âOh we found a termite in Michaelâs room, so we decidedâŚâ
âMom that doesnât even make sense, termites would be in the base boards not the second story. You canât just seal off Michaelâs room for something like termites, it would have to be the whole house!â Michael stormed out of his room and faced the two women, Dana looking as confused with her mother as Michael was and Lana looking smug.
âThis was what the man recommendedâŚâ
âLying bitch.â Dana looked at Michael in shock. Lana did the same.
âYou donât get to call meâŚâ
âFuck yeah I do, when you pull shit like this! Donât tell me that I canât call you a liar! Youâre too stupid to make up a good excuse to tear apart my room!â Michael stormed past her and down the stairs, grabbing his cell phone off of the counter. He punched the speed dial for his father and held the phone up to his ear. It rang twice before he got an answer.
âMikey? Everything all right? You know not to call me unless itâs an emergencyâŚâ
âShe took my room apart and threw it into the backyard! Everything, even my bed! She claims that thereâs termites in my room and she was taking precautions!â
âWho, Lana? Oh god⌠why canât you two get along? Iâll be home as early as I can. Donât start anything else Mikey, alright?â Mike agreed and heard the click as his father hung up the phone. He looked at Lana, standing at the base of the stairs expectantly.
âWell?â
âHeâll be home early. And Iâm going over to my girlfriendâs house for dinner, so Iâll let you two deal with this mess. If my room isnât back together when I get backâŚâ
âYou canât threaten me!â
âOh yeah? You donât even want to know where youâre taking this war. I swear to God you will wish youâd never done this.â
âWhatâll you do?â
âIâll give my dad the photos.â Instantly Lana paled. Mike smirked. Dana just looked confused.
âMom⌠did you cheat onâŚâ
âNo! The little creep is lying!â Mike laughed.
âWant me to show her too? Iâve got you now. I donât really want to rip anything apart, but I knew it would come in handy. I got some good ones too, faces and everything else. You should be a little more careful.â Lana looked sick. Michael didnât blame her.
âShow me then!â
âAlright, come on.â Mike walked into the backyard and found the bags of clothes from his closet. He tore open a few until he found the one he wanted and pulled out a grey hoodie that was much too small. He looked over at Lana and Dana, watching him with fear and curiosity. âIâm surprised you didnât find them. I didnât hide them very well⌠Ah, here they are.â He unzipped the hoodie and dug around until he found the rip in the stitching. He reached up into the fabric and pulled out several photos, each more graphic then the next. He handed one of the more graphic ones to Dana and another, with her face and her suitorâs face together.
âThat incriminating enough?â Lana tore the photo into pieces, frantic to destroy the evidence. Mike held up a second copy and smiled. Dana just looked appalled. âYou really think I didnât plan all this out at the time? I was young, but Iâve never been as stupid as you! There are two copies of everything. Dana, mind if I have that one back?â She handed him the photo and looked at her mother in disgust.
âYou really did this? You really cheated on him, when he does everything you ask and gives you everything you want? Mom⌠Why? I thought this was done after what happened with Dad!â
Mike was startled by that news.
âSheâs done this before?â Dana got angrier and angrier by the minute.
âYeah. Before he moved to Europe for his job, they separated because he and I caught herâŚâ Lana turned around and covered her eyes.
âThis is better than I thought.â Mike looked at Lanaâs shaking form and laughed brutally. Dana just looked at him.
âYou arenât going to show him anything tonight⌠right?â
âNope. But she better be really fucking careful. I donât like being treated like shit in my own house.â Dana looked at the ground at that comment. Mike cursed himself. âNo, Dana, I didnât mean it like that. You and I have never gotten along, but this⌠this is over the top.â Dana nodded and looked at Michaelâs things, piled in the grass without care for their safety.
âYouâre right. This is too much. You should just give your dad the photos⌠itâd be better for him and you.â
âI donât plan on it.â Dana gave him a questioning look. He turned away from Lana and leaned in close.
âYou see my Dadâs family is kind of⌠relaxed on things like this. One aunt and her kids are nudists and she and her husband have affairs all the time. They donât think exclusivity is the best option for either, and while Dad believes in it he knows that some people donât. He would be upset but he wouldnât kick her out. Of course, these people also donât visit. They live way out in the country so no one can bother them.â Dana thought about it for a moment.
âSo then Aunt Michele⌠the one your dad is always getting letters and post cards fromâŚâ
âNo, Iâm talking about my Aunt Bethany. Aunt Michele, my namesake, is the nicest person in the world. Sheâs like my dad⌠Which makes sense considering theyâre twins. Youâve met Michele and uncle Aaron and Aunt Marlow. You havenât met Bethany. Trust me, you donât want to.â
Dana seemed to accept this. Then Lana turned around.
âDana! Get away from that littleâŚâ
âMom, shut up!â Lana did just that. She looked betrayed but she let Dana keep talking. âYou donât get to cheat on every man you marry! You remember what happened the first time? Iâm not just going to follow you because Iâm your daughter. Iâd rather live here until I can move over to Europe with Dad than follow you after this! I hate you!â Michael saw tears flowing down her face and decided it was time to step in. He grabbed her and hugged her, something rare. But she accepted it all the same as she sobbed into his chest.
âHey, hey⌠shhhh, stop crying Dana. You know if that happened you could stay here. No one would stop you. Just⌠go up to your room all right? Iâll deal with her.â Dana nodded and walked past her mother, who stood alone in the world in front of Michael. He didnât look smug. He didnât look like anything. His face was now blank after watching the toughest girl he knew sob on the person she hated the most. This had gone far enough. He looked at Lana, who simply looked defeated and abandoned.
âWell⌠I expected her to side with you. But I guess itâs three against one. Youâre alone. Let that sink in for a second.â Her eyes welled up as he spoke to her. âThis is it. You be nice, put everything back or have someone else do it since thatâs more youâre style. I donât care. Just put it back. And next time youâll be alone for good, your daughter ready to leave the country to get away from you and without a husband, again. And I can make sure that the whole world knows what youâve done. Donât screw with me anymore.â Michael finished his rant and walked past her and into the house.
âDana?â Mike knocked on her door and heard her yell for him to enter. He walked in and found her looking at a picture of her father, her eyes red from crying, on the edge of her bed. She tried to smile and couldnât mange it.
âYeah Michael? Did she say anything else?â He shook his head and stepped into her room. She patted the bed next to her and he sat down.
âNope. She didnât say a word. But I wanted to make sure you were okay, and apologize. I wouldnât have done it in front of you if Iâd known aboutâŚâ He looked at the picture in her hands. It showed a man in his late thirties, square chinned with a fair amount of stubble and a broad grin. His hair was a fair brown and his eyes were the same, but he seemed to create an aura of trust and comfort. The picture did the same. Dana smiled down at it and sniffed.
âYeah⌠I guess Iâm not really all right. The first time was tough. It was supposed to be a moment of weakness, she told us. But I never expected this. Michael,â She looked at him, even turned on the bed and faced him, the picture limp in her hands. âDonât hold those photos from youâre dad on my behalf. I wouldnât be sad if she just left and I got to go live with my father. I⌠Iâd rather make up for what Iâve done to you than have you just be that nice suddenly.â Michael chuckled.
âYou say the same things you say to me to your friends when you insult them. I just donât appreciate getting me in trouble for no reason. That was a bit much.â She gave a sad little laugh and looked at the bed.
âYeah⌠I guess that was mean. I just⌠I guess I got off on it a little bit, to be honest. You were always so⌠secure. Just lonely and solid, instead of fighting back and getting yourself some friends or running away. I thought you were spineless, and so I didnât like you. But that night you stood up to my mom about the hole in the wall, and the way you were honest with me after, made me realize you werenât. And I knew how you felt with me walking in on you after you saw me in the hallway⌠that wasnât pleasant at all.â She smiled sheepishly at him and he returned it. âOf course seeing you in the shower wasnât at all a negative thing for me. Youâre really something bro.â Now the smile was devilish. Michael shrugged.
âYou arenât so bad yourself sis.â They shared a laugh and a hug before Michael left Danaâs room and went into his own. He began to put what was on the floor back together and found it relatively easy. Or it would have been easy, if the parts to each piece of furniture hadnât been scattered around on the floor. He spent an hour and half, the only time he had and managed to get the bed and one nightstand put together. Then he sighed, stood up to cracking joints and a pain in his neck. He went out into the back yard, where Lana was nowhere to be seen, and grabbed a black collared t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. Then he hit the shower.
He neglected to lock the bathroom door as he started the shower. He heard it open as he was taking off his pants and nearly fell over.
âSomeoneâs in here!â
âShit, Michael Iâm sorry I didnât hear the shower!â Dana. He sighed and opened the door, despite his near nudity.
âItâs fine. Iâm about to hop in if you need to use the toilet. Itâs not like thereâs anything left to see or wonder about for either of us.â She smiled in embarrassment.
âActually I was about to take a shower myself, but I can wait. Unless,â She looked at him almost hopefully, âYou wouldnât mind if I joined you?â
Michael rubbed the back of his neck on instinct as the butterflies churned up his stomach. He had just said there was nothing to see between them and thrown all ideas of privacy out the window. He sighed and through all plans to get off in the shower out the window too.
âWhy not. Thereâs nothing left to see anywayâŚâ Dana chuckled nervously and pulled her shirt up over her head. Michael slid his underwear down and his now hardening cock popped out into the open as Dana tossed her t-shirt into the hamper. She gave him that little devil may care look and pooped the button on her pants. Michael had to admire her. He had never done so in such close quarters, or really at all before she had started using him to get herself off. Even then he had avoided her eyes s that they could continue that. But now, in the same bathroom undressing, there was only her. And, as with every woman Mike looked at, thoughts of ZoĂŤ. Dana had her motherâs black hair that fell to her shoulders and a little more down her back. Her eyes were blue, like ZoĂŤâs right eye, but not as silvery. They were more like water, clear blue water. Her face was feminine, a slight chin and a small dainty nose. Her make up was a bit smeared and her eyes were still a bit puffy but it was nothing extreme. Her body was proportioned well if a bit oddly, a long torso and a long set of legs that put her around five foot six Michael guessed. It looked somewhat awkward but very sexy all the same, which seemed a bit off. But then Michael wasnât about to complain. She was lightly, barely Michael realized, tanned; it did her body justice and took some of the strange look out of it. Her bust was smaller than ZoĂŤâs, which he was somewhat grateful for. He hadnât seen a set between the C cup and A cup that were Candy and Rose. He felt her jeans hit him in the face and sputtered as Dana laughed.
âGod, quit staring you have a girlfriend!â He tossed the jeans into the hamper and laughed. ZoĂŤ had twice now asked what he thought of other women. And she had genuinely, he hoped, wanted his opinion. He had given it honestly and she had smiled when he was embarrassed by it.
âShe doesnât mind if I look. Itâs the touching that bothers her.â Dana made a funny face back at him and unclasped her bra. As it fell Michael tried to keep his eyes hers. He turned and checked the water, feeling the perfect temperature.
âItâs ready when you are.â He valiantly kept his eyes off of her tits as she slid her panties down her thighs. She looked up at him and said something but Mike was already jumping into the shower. When the water hit him he sighed and relaxed, letting the tensions from his war with Lana fall off with the water. Then the curtain was pulled back behind him and Dana stepped into the shower. Mike again kept himself from looking at her. Iâm faithful, Iâm faithful, IâmâŚ
âMichael youâre taking up all of the water.â His eyes opened and he stepped to one side. It was a fairly big shower; hell it was a fairly big bathroom. Big enough that there was a separate bath and shower. Still it was only one shower stall, and he was close to the cold stone of the wall.
âWe didnât really think this through⌠There isnât enough of a flow for both of us to shower.â Mike looked down at Dana now and his cock got even harder. He couldnât be bashful about it, she was attractive and in the shower with him. He saw ZoĂŤ in her, the ZoĂŤ that had showered with him a few times. She just turned and looked at him so innocently that he knew sarcasm was coming.
âWell than weâll just have to snuggle up, wonât we big brother?â He shook his head ruefully. He walked right into that one. She was engineering this perfectly to her own advantage. He decided it was about time to take control of the situation. He slipped in behind her and grabbed the shampoo.
âWell, if weâre going to cuddle than why donât we wash each other? Weâve done it with other people anyway.â Dana stuttered a bit at that, her smile gone and fear in her eyes. â What, youâve never showered with another person?â
âIâŚWell no I never got theâŚâ Michael spun her gently around and looked at her.
âAre you a virgin?â She nodded and bit her lip. Mike sighed. âGod, if I didnât have girlfriend I might help you with that. But Iâve got to be at dinner with ZoĂŤâs parents in forty-five minutes. Weâll just have to settle, I guess.â Dana looked at him questioningly. He chuckled.
âWeâll wash each other, and if youâd like Iâll help you get off. But no sex and nothing too extreme, alright?â She nodded and looked at him. He could see disbelief and desire in her eyes. He kissed her once, gently and pulled away before it could get any worse. âThatâs all, okay? One kiss. I shouldnât have even done that.â
âI know. Michael, IâŚâ
âShhhh. Not right now. Letâs just enjoy this. Weâre brother and sister anyway.â Michael smiled and she smiled back, if a little sadly. Then she consented and let Michael wash her.
Mike tried hard not to be slow about it. He really did. He washed her in maybe five minutes and by the end, she was moaning under his touch. His rock hard cock had bumped into her once or twice and she had just smiled at him for it. He knew he had taken this too far but then what was he supposed to do? Be cold and just leave her there when he knew she felt SOMETHING for him. He had paused and massaged her breasts and had carefully avoided her hips for the time being. Then he pushed her under the stream and decided that he really had to end this quickly. He dropped to his knees and prayed that she was horny enough to get off in the first few minutes. He hadnât had a chance to do this to ZoĂŤ but then she got off easily during sex. He had fingered her once and she genuinely enjoying blowing him. He stopped making excuses and grabbed Danaâs hips, noting that her breathing grew labored and her eyes were no longer human; they were the eyes of a sinner. He grinned and placed his mouth on her lips, probing here and there with his tongue and listening to Danaâs moans and squeals. He noted the parts that made her cry out and jump. When he touched her clitoris her voice reached a pitch neither could hear and her nails dug into his scalp. Then he pushed his tongue in between her lips and she came violently, shaking and crying his name. Michael drank in the fluids that flowed from her honeypot and felt his cock throb as his tongue was squeezed much like his prick was during sex. He enjoyed the feeling immensely, especially the taste. It was sweet and yet musty. Mike stood up when she was done and held her up while she finished her orgasm.
âShit⌠thatâs all I get? That tiny little cum?â Michael looked at her in shock. She had cum for a minute at least and he hadnât been able to drink in al her juices. That was what he thought was a normal cum.
âYou cum more than that?â
âYeah⌠Iâm kind of⌠Iâm a squirter.â Michael just looked at her obliviously. She didnât realize he didnât know what that meant for a minute.
âWait⌠you donât know what a squirter is?â he shook his head and she covered her mouth as she giggled. âMichael⌠donât you watch porn?â
âHonestly no, but I find more and more that everyone around me does.â
âWell yeah⌠I donât do it often but itâs fun. Tell you what. When you get back, Iâll show you.â
âDana, we canât. I haveâŚâ
âA girlfriend. Iâm not asking you to fuck me, Mike. Iâ not even asking you to do anything at all. I just want to show you. Because, you see, most girls can squirt, if you do it right. Or at least Iâm pretty sure. So if you know what to do, then this girlfriend of yours,â Mike grimaced at using the word âgirlfriendâ for ZoĂŤ. He didnât want to Dana know her name. âWill be very happy with you.â
She draped her arms around his neck as she finished. She looked very much like, Mike thought, any wife in a movie, doing that to her husband. She was doing what actors did to each other; pretending to be in love to mask the reality.
âI still have to get clean, so would you mind if I cut short our little bit of fun?â
âBut I havenât thanked you yet! You said one orgasm.â Mike tried to say something then realized that she would get him either way: that night or right then. He sighed as she wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him, the water giving her lubrication that made her hand slip over his cock and rub somewhat awkwardly. Then she basically engulfed the whole thing, driving herself down on his cock until she gagged only to pull back up and start doing the same thing over and over. Michael nearly melted. The sensations from having one moment of hot to one moment of ridiculous pleasure were excruciating. He leaned back against the wall of the shower for support as Dana continued her gagging. Finally Michael just wanted it to end, to spray his cum all over her and get it over with. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down further than she could go. He let her back up for air and when she took him again he did the same thing. She pulled off and gasped up at him. She was getting off on this. After a few times she could take the whole thing without gagging, though Mike still pushed her and forced it. Finally he felt himself cumming and pulled her off of him. By the time she had taken him out of her mouth he was cumming. She gasped as he sprayed all over her face and chest. The water was spraying down her back but it didnât do anything to help the sperm sitting on her face. And as he came she did too, another small orgasm but Michael could tell she was cumming. Finally he sighed and his cock flopped down limp.
âWell shit, now I have to wash again!â
âSorry Dana, but Iâve got to rush out of here nowâŚâ
Rush out he did. Mike was out of the house fifteen minutes after their shower, dressed nicely with teeth brushed and deodorant on. He grabbed his skate board threw it on the ground and jumped on, riding off toward ZoĂŤâs house, six blocks away. He rode easily, quickly, and managed not to break a sweat. He hid the board to the side of the porch and knocked, trying to get his breath back quickly. He had barely gotten it back when the door flew open. Had he been facing the door it might have been okay. But he had spun around, hands on the back of his head, in an effort to let his blood settle slowly. Now the door flew open and someone cleared his, or her, throat, scaring the shit out of Michael even as he spun around.
âSo, youâre Michael Jay?â
âUmmmmâŚâ Michael wasnât sure what to say. The man in front of him was easily six foot four or taller. He had dark eyes that much resembled coal blocks and his hair was pitch dark. His face was as normal as any other; accept for one scar running across the bridge of his nose. He was a large man. That Mike noticed first. The shirt he wore was stretched to the breaking point with the amount of muscle on him. Then as mike looked again it was a small shirt. It might have been a medium or even a small. He wasnât huge, just buff for his size. His shoulders werenât as broad as they couldâve been but it all worked together in a lithe, frightening form. Even my hair isnât that black⌠and those eyesâŚ
âYes?â The man stepped aside and Michael stepped in. He was floored instantly. ZoĂŤ and two other women were standing in the kitchen, all facing him. The first, the tallest, was ZoĂŤâs mother. Her light brown hair was styled and her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright. Her dress was modest and her figure was an older form of ZoĂŤ down to the curves and the way they held themselves. The next girl had to have been ZoĂŤâs cousin. She was wearing a nice button down blouse that had red flowers on a pale white that was tantalizingly see through, leaving her dark blue bra semi visible. She had on a pair of jeans that were pretty new from the way she wore them, stretching the fabric in places that would have been stretched otherwise. This girl wasnât as attractive as ZoĂŤ or her mother. She had red hair and a pale complexion with green eyes. Her skin wasnât white but it was close to it. Her breasts were not as small as Danaâs but not as big as ZoĂŤâs, and her body was pretty thin anywhere that wasnât filled with her womanhood. He looked at her arms and realized that she worked out, which meant she wasnât thin just very tight. She looked like a shorter, redhead Candy with Roseâs breasts. Then there was the girl of the night.
ZoĂŤ had dressed in a dark blue dress that fell to her knees, holding tightly around her bust and her hips. Just above her cleavage the blue turned into red sequins. The dress had one strap, broad over her left shoulder and sparkling in the light from the setting sun. Her face was framed by her hair, done up with curls and waves that were merely accentuated; they had always been there. Here eyes, those beautiful eyes that he loved, were shadowed perfectly. As she blinked Mike noticed the subtle addition: her eyelids were colored as well. Her right, the blue, was done with iridescent green similar to her left while the same was done with the blue from the right. Her earrings were small purple studs that Michael would swear glowed. Her smile made the whole room light up, her lips shining with lip-gloss that didnât over color or contrast her pearly white teeth. Her nails were done with black nail polish with stars of white. Michael tried to take a breath and found his chest was tight. For a second he thought fear had tied him up. Then he remembered the ways he had felt about her: the pain of asking Candy to leave and the joy of knowing ZoĂŤ was back, the feeling when they had sex, the skip in his heartbeat that first time they had laughed together, and the first time he had really looked at her with that cup in her hands and the smile on her face the vibration that had rang through his whole body. He finally got a breath and realized what it was that was tying him up. He loved this girl.
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Tim and I moved to Atlanta for him to apply to be part of the Atlanta PD.
Cassie gives them a good reason to hire her. Told from her perspective.
Look at porn with a hot cougar getting into my personal space the entire time? “Sure.” I said, playing it cool.
The Return to âThe Hillbilly Girlâ
BerryâŚ
__Things always change in life, but not my thoughts about Darleen. The wife and I went splitsville, and she moved out. My immediate thought was âDarleenâ. I drove to where I remembered where the dirt road was. There was the house. On the porch were two people. As I got closerâŚit was an old man and a girl sitting together in a porch swing. The girl held her hand over her eyes to shade the sun.
The old man reached for a rifle. The girl stood up and started slowly walking out to the road. She started to trot towards me. She turned her head back and I heard her say: âDonât shoot daddy!â
It was Darleen.
Now she was running full bore at me. She was beautiful beyond words. Her old granny dress and long hair were flying in the wind behind her.
With tears in her eyes she leaped on me, knocking us both back into a big pile of leaves. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. She lay on top of me and said right in my ear: â Oh BerryâŚ.you came back. Iâm a keepâin ya this time. You ainât never getân awayâŚnever!â I was over whelmed as my hands felt the girl I really wanted, but alsoâŚ.very concerned about her âŚ..then I felt the cold steel business end of a shot gun in my side.
Darleen grabbed the shot gun and said: âItâs ok daddy, this is Mr. Berry and heâs a friend a mine.â The old man didnât move until she took both her hands and pushed the gun away. âHe was lost one day, and I hepâd him git outta here. Now I love him daddy. Go back on the porch, itâs âokââŚ..go on.â
The old man, âdaddyâ gave me a look of death. He muttered: âWell, bring emâ up on the porch soâs I can get a good look at em.â He slowly backed away, walking backwards to the porch. His shot gun at the ready.
Darleen began to giggle and started putting leaves down my shirt. She continued to pile leaves all over me and copped a feel of my dick.
She had gotten more beautiful than ever. Her bra-less tits had grown bigger and fuller. She snuck a kiss in and out her tongue came. Out quick and back in. She stood up with the front of her dress up to her panties as she watched my eyes and grinned.
She jumped up and took off running for my car. I had my keys in my pocket this time. Here she came running back and down we went again. She sat squirming on my dick and said: âWhereâs those dang keys, Berry?â I reached in my pocket and took them out. I carefully reached under her dress and placed them in the front of her panties. She grinned real big and said: âYou love me too, donât cha Berry. Say âyesâ or you ainât getâin up and Iâll let pa shoot ya.â
I said: âYepâ
She got up and pulled out my shirt tail to let the leaves out. She pushed her pussy in tight to my dick and squirmed on it back and forth a little. After she got most of the leaves out, she jumped up for me to carry her to the porch. With her legs wrapped around me and her head on my shoulder we walked to the porch. Her daddy glared at me. He leaned his shot gun against the house, and looked very sad. I set her down next to him. I grabbed another old chair.
He stared at the floor and spoke. âI guess thereâs no use-a fightân it. I can see you two are in heat. Her ma was younger that she is now, when I snatched her away ta marry me. Mr. Berry, I gotta leave right now, can you look after Darleen fer a few days? I know yer gonna take her away, ainât cha?â
I assured âdaddyâ that I was ânotâ going to take her away, butâŚ.he might see me a lot around here. I got him to smile as Darleen hugged him.
He drove away in his old pick up. Darleen started dragging me in the house quickly and said: âWant some keys?âŚifân ya do, youâll have ta go gitâem!â
She loved to be chased as she ran thru the houseâŚ. taking off her clothes
BerryâŚ..
Darleen decided to put on a show for me. Sheâd never been to a strip club, seen a pole dancer or any of that, so she did whatever she felt like doing. I sat and waited for now, not chasing her. I soon see her naked leg sticking out of the doorway. She creeps out with my keys between her legs. Sheâs wrapped in an old towel. She takes baby steps over to stand in front of me. I reach for my keys, and she jumps back, and runs back in the bedroom.
Next I hear her clopping in high heels. She come out in some granny hi heels and a granny slip. She swings her ass and parades around clopping and feeling her own tits. She stops and slowly raises her slip up to her pussy. There are my keys sticking out of her pussy. I start clapping and smiling. She runs off again.
Next she comes out in coveralls. She begins to dance and starts peeling the coveralls off her shoulders, all sexy like. She turns around and unbuttons the poop flap in the back, shaking her cute bare ass all the while. I lunge for her as she shrieks and runs away. The chase is on. I hear: âIfân you can ketch me, you can have me.â, coming from the bathroom. I try the bathroom door as she tryâs to hold it shut. I get in as she jumps in my arms and giggles. She starts taking off my clothes as I peel down her coveralls and take them off. I can feel both our hearts beating as we start feeling each other up.
Her tongue went in my mouth as far as she could push it. She said: ââŚoh god Barry feel me all over like you do. I gotta hold on to yer âdongâ so I wonât fall down, Ok?â I slipped a finger in her pussy as she squealed with delight. She held my dick and jacked it gently.
Her dad had install a make-shift shower head and she reached over and turned it on. We kept feeling us and got in the old style tub. She had some powered laundry soap (I thought) and put it on us. She was now naked, all slick and slippery, thenâŚâŚ..
Bubbles. Tons of bubbles began to rise up to us as she giggled. She used a lot of bubble bath instead of soap. As the shower and then the room began to fill with bubbles, I felt two warm lips on my dick. I felt around and laid her in the tub, 69.
Bubbles and pussy was a taste Iâll never forget.
We somehow made it out of there and into the one bed. âCome and git yer âbubble pieâ Barry.â she said. She was spread eagle on the bed, with a few bubbles left on her and in her wet hair. I started kissing her legs and worked my way up. She squirmed and giggledâŚ.then she began to moaned as I got to kissing her pussy. âDo that like ya did before, Barry. Iâve had dreams about that.â
She turned and started kissing my hard dick as I licked her sweet pussy. She didnât hold back the moans and her strong fingers dug into my ass. She remembered how to take all my dick down her throat, and did it. She wrapped her legs around my head and started fucking my face. âFingers Barry, do that.â she moaned. I got two finger in her pussy as she humped my face. We both groaned as she was going to make me cum big. I felt her finger slipping down my butt crack as she played back there. She started poking a finger in my butt as I could hold back no moreâŚ.
She knew I was cuming and fucked my face hard and fast. She squealed as she climaxed in my face. I unloaded my balls in her mouth as she squealed more. She made pleasure sounds like I had never heard before. I heard: ââŚoh jezâŚbarryâŚoh damnâŚyou must be godâŚoh lordy me!âŚâ She shook and squirmed for a while and then licked me, and licked me some more.âŚ..
To be continuedâŚâŚ
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The continuing Romance of Patrick and Marie.
David has captured and trained his Mother Kendra, and his Sister Kayleigh, into becoming his obedient sex slaves. Now he strategically moves towards the next phase of his plan to build the life he always fantasized about.
This is the first story I’ve written for a few years now and I hope you all enjoy it! Comments are very welcome, I only want to improve and I’m up for posting more if people like it. I intend on sticking around for a while on this forum so hit me up with a message any time!
A boy escapes his dictatorial father for the summer and receives free lessons and lots of practice in the art of fellatio.
An early retiree decides to take up massage as a second career and ends up having multiple adventures in alternative life style.
Thanks for the reviews and ideas. Joe’s storyline is already determined and I have my own surprise twist for him to cum later. I may unveil it through another character or may write a chapter 14 later on. Not sure but what happens to him is already in motion. Hope you like it.
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