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you’re the father of one of my kids

A guy goes to the supermarket and notices an attractive woman waving at him. She says hello.
He’s rather taken aback because he can’t place where he knows her from. So he says, “Do you know me?” To which she replies, “I think you’re the father of one of my kids.”
Now his mind travels back to the only time he has ever been unfaithful to his wife and says, “My God, are you the stripper from my bachelor party that I made love to on the pool table with all my buddies watching while your partner whipped my butt with wet celery?”
She looks into his eyes and says calmly, “No, I’m your son’s teacher.”

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My Mom’s hot friend

Hi my name is Johnathan, I am 19 years old, 6’4 with an athletic build and this is a story about how one average friday night turned into one of the best nights of my life. Before this amazing night I was a virgin, but by the end of it I had learned so much more than I could have ever asked for.

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Twins spying on twins – Part 1

Jimmy and Timmy were conjoined twins, stuck side-by-side with each other since birth. Jimmy on the right, Timmy on the left. They were attached from the shoulder down to the elbow and again from the hip to the knee. Although their arm separated from the elbow down and their leg separated from the knee down, they still referred to them as “the middle leg” and “the middle arm.” Over the years they’ve become very adept at living this way, having to cooperate to accomplish everyday tasks and running a perpetual three-legged race.
Ever since turning 13, Jimmy and Timmy had considered themselves officially “teenagers.” They had insisted that they be called James and Timothy and be trusted with more responsibility. Their mother was resistant to give them this trust however, due to the trouble they’d been getting in whenever she gave them the chance. They’d already gotten a reputation for being unreliable in their lawn mowing business after not showing up for two of their jobs and giving up halfway through another When she gave them permission to walk to school by themselves, she ended up receiving a call at work from the principal asking why they’d been arriving late and leaving early all week.
During the summer, their mother always takes Jimmy and Timmy on a road trip to visit her parents and this year’s journey was complicated by the presence of their newborn sister, Clara. While stopped for the night at a motel, the boys managed to convince their mother, who was too busy with Clara to argue with her two sons, to let them have dinner by themselves at the fast food restaurant across the street. “Be careful crossing the road,” she called as they walked out the door, “Look both ways!”
When they got there, the twins found the place to be nearly deserted and stood behind a couple of gorgeous ladies as the single, pimply-faced guy on the cash register took their order, trying his hardest not to stare at the magnificent bodies before him. The jeans that the boys’ mother had sewn together herself started to feel tight as Jimmy and Timmy checked out the girls’ asses.
Nikki and Vikki were twins also, although not conjoined or even identical and 18 years old. Nikki was 3 minutes older, with honey blond hair tied in a long braid, skin like porcelain, a big set of D-cup tits, a nice big butt that shakes just right when she walks, and long legs that can hypnotize. She was wearing a v-neck top that showed her ample cleavage and a pair of cut-off jean shorts with a bit of ass hanging out the bottom.
Vikki was 2 inches shorter than Nikki, with light red hair hanging straight down below her shoulders, a pair of extremely perky C-cups that never required a bra, a perfectly flat stomach, a very tight posterior, and freckles all over. She wore a sleeveless gray shirt that showed off her belly and a blue pleated skirt that didn’t cover her knees.
The girls had grown up doing everything together, including discovering their sexuality. At first, they thought they might be lesbians, having only had sex with each other, until they had their first cock, that of their 45 year old neighbor, whom they shared. As they always had their father wrapped around their fingers and being the hottest girls at school, they came to think as men as playthings. Real affection, they saved only for each other. They had even come up with a little game they liked to play. When they wanted to fuck a certain boy from their school, one of them would start dating his best friend or brother but insist the relationship be kept secret. Then, the other would start seeing the friend/brother too, also in secret, letting him think that neither of them knew about the other. When the time came, the girls would pretend to find out, stage an angry confrontation with lots of witnesses, and later have a revenge threesome with the guy they wanted originally. Naturally, they could only do this a few times without the pattern being noticed, but they really enjoyed manipulating people and planned on doing it some more at college.
When they got accepted into college, their father had insisted on driving them there, much to their disappointment. They saw living on campus (they were roommates, of course) as an opportunity to share their love for each other openly at last and were eager to start before their arrival. That’s why, when their father finally fell asleep in their motel room, they went to the restaurant across the street to have a romantic dinner together.
After the spotty teenager behind the register took their money and gave them their food, Nikki and Vikki ripped open the packets of dressing, poured them onto their salads, snapped the tops back on the plastic containers, and shook them vigorously. The twin boys and the cashier couldn’t help but watch as these two pairs of tits bounced in front of them and the girls pretended not to notice the bulges in their pants, privately smug about the attention.
They then took their seats and the guy behind the booth stuttered out, “w-what would you like?” This snapped Jimmy and Timmy out of their trances and they took a minute to decide what to order.
They chose seats near enough to see clearly but far enough away from the hotties for their ogling to go unnoticed. They squeezed into the bench seats along the wall (they didn’t like to use chairs in public because having to move them closer together draws attention to their abnormality) and kept their faces forward while slowly eating fries and watching the girls out of the corners of their eyes.
“Those twins are staring at us,” Nikki pointed out, leaning in close to whisper to her sister.
“Lets give them something to watch then,” replied Vikki, spearing some lettuce on her plastic fork and feeding it to Nikki with a wicked grin on her face.
They started out just feeding each other, but it gradually got more and more sensual. Having never done it before, neither of them realized just what a huge turn-on being watched was for them. Vikki leaned across the table to lick some salad dressing off her sister’s lower lip, then they started kissing and Nikki scooted her chair closer so she could run her hand up Vikki’s skirt while they made out. All of this was perfectly visible to Jimmy and Timmy and before long, they were rubbing their hard dicks through their pants.
Eventually, the girls got up and emptied their trays. As they walked out the back door, they didn’t break eye contact with each other, holding hands and shaking their hips back and forth for their watchers. Nikki’s ass jiggled and Vikki’s skirt swayed all the way out.
Jimmy and Timmy followed the objects of their attraction out the door, leaving their trays on the table. They tried to be as quiet as possible as they pursued them into the woods behind the restaurant and hid behind a tree when the girls stopped and kicked off their shoes.
Nikki and Vikki were well aware that they were being watched and they normally wouldn’t do this sort of thing in front of anyone so young. Grown men, maybe. Being watched by strangers was something they’d always wanted to try, but they would ordinarily have had more respect for the innocence of children. Tonight however, they were overcome by lust and nothing mattered more to them than their sexual high.
Meanwhile, Clara was finally asleep, the girls’ father was awake, and the two parents were both wondering where their kids were.
“Don’t forget to make this good for the audience,” Vikki whispered sexily into her sister’s ear and unbuttoned Nikki’s shorts. First, a kiss on Nikki’s full lips, followed by the cheek, down the jaw, the neck, shoulder, collarbone, and each breast, back and fourth down her cleavage. All the while Vikki slowly lowered herself to her knees and pulled down Nikki’s shorts while Nikki rocked her hips side to side so the shorts could come off more easily and pulled up on the bottom of Vikki’s shirt. Once Nikki had stepped out of her shorts and kicked them to the side, Vikki raised her arms above her head to allow her shirt to be removed, exposing her bare breasts and pink, puffy nipples.
At this point, rubbing their stiff members through their jeans just wasn’t cutting it anymore for Jimmy and Timmy. Confident that they couldn’t be seen, they unbuttoned their buttons, unzipped very slowly to reduce the noise from their zippers, and dropped their trousers and underwear to the ground. An identical pair of 6” cocks stood proud and perpendicular to their bodies, quickly joined by Jimmy’s right hand and Timmy’s left, vigorously pumping away.
Vikki kissed her way down her sister’s left leg. With her head tilted back to look Nikki in the eyes, she then slowly ran her tongue up the inside of the right leg until her nose made contact with silk. Vikki gently closed her teeth upon the waistband of the panties and stuck her ass out while she pulled them down so that her skirt rode up and her own pale, freckled cheeks could be seen.
The boys had seen porn on the internet before, (they were particularly fond of lesbian porn) but Nikki’s was the first pussy they had set eyes on in person and they weren’t disappointed. As soon as they saw it, they took a moment to spit in their hands in unison and then resumed their quick rhythm.
Both sisters had waxed before they left home, expecting their first night together in their dorm room to be a special one. Although they hadn’t coordinated, the bit of blond hair that Nikki left behind perfectly matched with Vikki’s vertical orange strip. Upon seeing her twin’s muff and noticing the resemblance, Vikki straightened up and pulled her skirt up over her head. They shared a grin. Vikki then put her hands on Nikki’s hips and gave her slit a little kiss before sliding her hands up her sister’s sides to the hem of her blouse. Vikki gradually got to her feet, taking her time to run her tongue over Nikki’s abdomen while pulling her top over her head, stopping to lick a circle around her navel before carrying on upward. Once her tongue reached the bra, Vikki stood straight and took a step back, looking pointedly at the last remaining piece of clothing between the two of them. Nikki unhooked it at the back and turned around, holding the cups to her impressive chest and looking seductively over her shoulder.
“Excuse me, have you seen my boys? They’re a pair of conjoined twins, this tall,” Jackie asked the restaurant cashier, holding her hand to indicate their heights.
“Uhh.. yeah,” he replied, “They were in here a little while ago, but I didn’t see them leave.” His mind was still distracted by the dirty fantasy he was having about those two gorgeous babes that were just before them.
“Thanks,” she muttered.
She was furious about having to leave her baby alone in a motel room to go looking for her sons.
“Hey, have either of you seen my daughters?” Bill asked as he walked in, holding his hand like Jackie, “One this tall and blonde, the other this tall and a redhead.”
The cashier’s eyes widened and his face paled. “Y-yes, sir. They were in here earlier too. The same time as the boys.”
“What boys?”
“My boys,” Jackie answered. “I’m looking for my kids too.”
“How old are they?” Bill asked, “my girls can be a bit boy crazy…”
“Only 13, they’re a pair of conjoined twins. Do you think they might have run off somewhere together?”
“Oh no, Nikki and Vikki would never go after anyone that young.”
Upon seeing Nikki spin around and throw her bra into the trees, her glorious tits swinging free with their pink nipples turned hard in the cold air and her large, goose-pimpled areolas, Jimmy and Timmy finally came. With a very audible grunt, they shot their hot seed in large arcs several feet out in front of them. This was what the girls had been waiting for. With false surprise on their faces, Nikki and Vikki covered themselves with one of their hands, turned toward the climaxing boys, pointed with their other hands, and gasped.
The boys tried desperately to pull their pants up, but they were still cumming and only managed to fall backwards on the leaf-strewn floor. Jizz flew high into the air and landed all over them and their clothes. They had never produced this much in their lives, but it just kept coming. Quickly, they realized that they’d been caught, that there was nothing they could do, and just enjoyed the last few spurts with their eyes rolled back into their heads. They didn’t dare look as they heard the girls’ footsteps on crunchy dry leaves draw nearer.
“Wow, these little perverts came pretty hard, eh?” Vikki commented. It’s all over the place.
“Are they siamese twins?” Nikki asked
Vikki replied, “Obviously, we have ourselves here a pair of cum-soaked, siamese, peeping-tom, freaks.”
“We’re not freaks!” the brothers yelled back together.
“It’s kinda hot…” Nikki added.
“You think everything’s hot.”
“They’re pretty big too,” Nikki observed. “Decent length, plenty of girth… Even bigger than Tommy B… Almost as big as old Jack from next door.”
“Old Jack really hurt,” Vikki complained.
Jimmy and Timmy couldn’t believe their ears. Were these girls really discussing the prospect of fucking them?
“Yeah, but we were smaller back then, and virgins,” said Nikki.
Vikki lent down, scooped some cum from the tip of Jimmy’s prick onto her finger, and stuck it in her mouth. “Taste pretty good.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Nikki got down on her knees next to Timmy and licked cum off his belly. “Not bad, not bad…”
“Yeah, I just had a baby girl not long…”
“What is it Jackie?” Bill asked. They’d been sitting there on the curb chatting for a while now and both single parents were really starting to like each other.
“Shit, I left Baby Clara all alone in my room!”
Jackie jumped to her feet and ran towards the motel across the street without looking. She was nearly struck by an 18-wheeler speeding by, but Bill managed to wrap his arms around her and pull her back.
“Whoa! Thanks!”
Jackie turned her head to look her savior in the face, then turned right back to look down at the muscular arms crossed around her middle and the two big hands placed squarely on her ample bust. She turned back to see a sheepish look on his face as he pulled his hands back quickly. With his eyes on his feet, Bill didn’t see it coming when she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Soon, they were making out furiously, her hands gripping his hair, his hands filled with her round bottom as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his chest.
Moments later Bill pulled his lips from hers long enough to say, “Clara?” and he was setting her down so they could walk across the road to check on her.
As the sisters argued over what to do with their captives, the boys listened quietly and watched the two nude goddesses until they began to get hard again. When they reached around half-mast, the girls took notice and the issue seemed at last to be decided.
“Well, we need to clean them up at least,” Nikki said, as she leaned down next to Timmy again and pulled up on his side of the shirt, pressing her large breasts into his face and completing his erection. Vikki got down on the other side and together they got the huge, cum-splattered, 3-armed shirt off. It was thrown aside and the girls began lapping up cum wherever they found it, finishing by sucking the two dicks clean.
They took their time, enjoying the control of having these brothers’ most sensitive parts in their mouths, to inflict pain or pleasure as they please. At first they just sucked deep and hard to get all the cum. Once their new toys were clean though, they were more careful, slowly licking from base to tip, flicking their tongue over the tip while massaging the balls, sucking the balls while jerking the shaft. Nikki never learned to deepthroat, so while Vikki took Jimmy balls-deep into her throat, Timmy got to fuck Nikki’s tits.
Just when the boys were beginning to feel close to cumming again, Nikki and Vikki both stopped. They started to kiss and lied down on the ground, fondling each others breasts, tweaking each others nipples, grinding each others pelvises together. Jimmy and Timmy sat up, looking irritatedly at these two girls for getting them so close and abandoning them, their imminent orgasms backing off. Then, the sisters both stopped kissing, rolled onto their backs next to each other, and said in unison, “are you going to fuck us or what?”
This is my first story, criticism is more than welcome. If I get enough feedback, I’ll write a part 2.

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The James Family Pt. 2: A Reluctant Cristina

I woke up Saturday morning a little after dawn, shaken awake by a strange hand, lying naked in a strange bed and a strange room. Oddly enough, I only noticed the white girl sleeping naked in my arms second.
I noticed the person who had shaken me awake last. I turned over and there stood Simone, a black woman in her early thirties who made up half of the 24-hour staff at the James family home, the other half being Marie. If Simone thought any part of this was funny, she didn’t show it. “Mr. Wright isn’t it?” she asked. “I looked in the school directory and called your father last night. He knows you’ll be arriving this morning, and if you get dressed quickly you can leave as soon as the driver gets here. Kelly’s still passed out; I suggest you leave before she wakes up. I’ll let Cristina know you went.” Obviously she was used to this routine.
Embarrassed, I mumbled some thanks and slipped past her with my head down. I could’ve sworn I heard her giggle a bit.
True to Simone’s advice, I gathered my books and clothes from where I’d left them last night and sat on the James’ front step, gathering my memory. It all came back to me quickly enough once I had my bearings: how Cristina had gotten drunk, how we’d started downstairs before proceeding to her bedroom, how I lost my virginity as we fucked like animals. The whole experience seemed surreal in the daylight, and I had to keep assuring myself all of it really had happened.
The driver arrived quickly enough and drove me back home. If he knew as much as Simone did, he didn’t show it, staying silent the whole way. When I got home, my parents suspected nothing was wrong, and I gave them no reason to. The previous night may as well not have happened.
Cristina must have been thinking the same thing, because I didn’t get a call from her all weekend. I called her cell twice, once each on Saturday and Sunday afternoon, and got nothing but voicemail. I messaged her on Facebook and got nothing but Internet silence. Not wanting to seem clingy or needy, I left the matter alone till Monday morning.
Monday everyone was back in school and midterms had begun. The whole week would be nothing but tests with a max of two tests per day for any given student; you showed up, took whatever exams you had to, and went home when you were done.
Cristina and I, being in the same class, took our chemistry final in the same session Monday morning. Not once before the test did Cristina make eye contact with me. During the test I ignored her as well and set about my business. The exam was fairly easy, and I was the first one out. I had another test in an hour, so I pushed all thoughts of Cristina out of my mind and was on to the next one. I didn’t even see her again that day, something I think she arranged herself.
The next morning went the same. I didn’t see Cristina until after my morning exam. I had no way home again, it being the middle of the day and neither of my parents off from work, and I saw no reason to rush to the student lounge so I could be bored for the next three hours. I was idling by my locker when Cristina happened to walk by with a group of her friends. I waved and smiled, secretly determined to force the issue.
“Cristina!” I called out her name, jogging towards the group. I stopped in front of her, ignoring the rest of the girls, and put on my brightest grin. “We haven’t talked since last Friday, how do you think you did on that chem test? I’d hate to think all that time we spent ‘studying’ went to waste.” I put a special emphasis on “studying” to make sure Cristina got my point.
Anger flashed in her eyes and faded away just as quickly. She smiled sweetly to her friends. “Go on ahead guys, I’ll text you later. My tutor’s probably going to want the full run-down of the test.” Cristina’s friends left, and as soon as they turned the hallway corner, Cristina’s modest smile was replaced by a look of pure venom. “What the fuck are you trying to pull!” she berated me in the most controlled voice she could manage.
I accepted her anger with a flat look. “Let’s take this elsewhere, shall we?” I turned away and walked off without waiting for Cristina. After a moment though, I heard her frustrated sigh and the steady rhythm of her footsteps as she followed me.
I let her to the theater storage room under the old stage. A lot of the stuff that had been there had been moved to a new theater that had been built in a new wing of the school. The stage above was still used to make school-wide announcements and for small shows, but nobody bothered to lock the storage room below anymore, and there was never anybody in there. All that remained were racks of old costumes and props that hadn’t been used in years.
We went in through the door and I locked it behind us. “Now, to answer your question…”
I never had the chance to finish. As soon as I turned away from the door and back towards Cristina, I caught a stinging slap across the mouth. Surprisingly, it caught me off guard enough to make me stumble to my right. Even more surprisingly, I tasted blood in my mouth.
Cristina stood in front of me, all righteous fury and no restraint. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she demanded, shoulders heaving with her breath. “Why the hell were you trying to bring…what happened up in front of other people?!”
I wiped my mouth and stood up straight. “First off,” I began slowly, “hit me like that again, and we are going to have some serious problems.” I let the threat hang in the air. “Second off, I really am curious how you did. With so much at stake, Mrs. Calloway must have let you on to your grade early. Third off, you’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague, and I’d like some answers. You know, if that’s not too much trouble Ms. James,” I added sarcastically.
Cristina looked down at the floor, her wrath fading away. It was a long time before she answered. “My dad told Mrs. Calloway to grade my test right away if she could. She’d just told me my grade a few minutes before I passed you in the hall. I got an 88.”
I nodded. Honestly, I’d been expecting her to barely get up above 80. “Okay then, that’s out of the way. Glad to know I could be of service. You still haven’t answered by most important question though.”
Cristina paced towards the back of the storage room and sat down on a couch that looked like it had been long abandoned. “Friday night was a mistake,” she began hesitantly. “I was scared of this test, I got drunk, things just sort of…happened. Let’s just forget about it.”
Now it was my turn to get mad. “So what, I’m just supposed to accept this reverse hit-it-and-quit-it?” I asked, walking towards her with my hands out in exasperation. “Fuck that! I realize being an uppity bitch is your nature, but you are not about to just brush me off! Fuck! That! SHIT!” I yelled in her face, my voice steadily rising.
She bared her teeth at me and stood back up. “Look, you were my tutor, and now we’re done, alright? You’re lucky I don’t accuse you of rape! You totally took advantage of me!”
I laughed in her face. “See, what you don’t realize, princess, is that it’s impossible to take advantage of a complete slut like you.”
She slapped me again, but this time I saw that swing coming and took it anyway. I relished the feeling of my anger boiling up and washing over me. I turned my head back to her and looked Cristina dead in the eye. “I told you we were going to have problems if you hit me again didn’t I?” I said in a soft, menacing voice that surprised even me.
With no warning, I lashed out my hand and grabbed Cristina around the throat. She was unprepared, and I was able to force her toward the back of the room onto an old prop coach. I laid down on top of her, keeping her down with my body weight.
“I know how you usually treat other people,” I said, grinning maniacally. “You’re a stuck-up bitch who thinks she’s God’s gift to the fucking world. I put up with you for a week and a half, trying to help, and just when I start to think that maybe, just maybe, you’re a halfway decent person, you pull this shit. I’m going to tell you right now,” I continued, roughly grabbing her breast with my free hand, “this shit will NOT fly with me.”
I let go of Cristina’s throat and used the opportunity provided by her coughing fit to tear open her button-down blouse. All the buttons popped off her shirt as her chest was revealed, her breasts encased in a baby-blue bra. I threw her shirt to the side, pinned both her hands down above her head and licked her exposed skin. She began to yell out for help, but I cut off her words by biting into her chest.
“Shut up bitch,” I growled. “This is a lesson you had coming.” I grabbed a nearby piece of cloth off the floor adjacent to the couch and used it to tie her hands to the coach’s arm. Having done that, I got nose to nose to her again and looked her in the eye. “If you start yelling, this is going to get a whole lot worse for you,” I threatened. Cristina’s lips pressed together so tightly they turned white, and the fear in her eyes egged me on.
I unclipped Cristina’s bra, and for the second time, her pale breasts were bare before me. This time though, I had no intention of being gentle. I went right for her nipples, pinching one between my forefinger and thumb and biting the other one lightly. Cristina squirmed, but with me on top of her and her hands tied up, there was nothing she could do to get away.
I relented in my assault and began to lightly lick her nipples, sucking on them hard and moving my tongue in circles. I didn’t just want to hurt Cristina physically; I wanted to completely dominate her. I was rewarded when a soft moan escaped from between her lips. I stopped and looked at her again. “See? Like I said: it’s impossible to take advantage of a slut like you.” Cristina turned her eyes away in shame.
I got up off of Cristina, but only long enough to remove my clothes. I stood there naked, stroking my dick in anticipation while Cristina tried very hard and very unsuccessfully to look elsewhere.
I got back on the couch, placing my knees on either side of Cristina’s chest. “You ever gave a tit job before?” I asked. All I got was silence, so I smacked her across the face, just hard enough to get her attention. “Answer me slut.”
“…Y-yes.”
I nodded. “Good.” I spit on my dick and her breasts, lubing up the area as much as possible. To help things out, I rubbed the tip of my dick between her breasts, spreading pre-cum in her cleavage. Cristina whimpered as I slid my cock in between her breasts and shoved her tits together around it. My cock poked out the top of breasts and pressed up against her lips for a moment, but she tilted her head to the side to avoid it.
My grin widened at her obvious discomfort. I began slowly, sliding in and out, enjoying the softness of her breasts. With each thrust her breasts would jiggle deliciously under my hands; the overall feeling couldn’t match the blowjob Cristina had given me Friday night, but it sure beat the hell out of masturbating.
To get Cristina’s attention, I started pinching her nipples as I fucked her chest. I started off lightly, pinching one or the other for a second or two, and quickly worked my way up to holding on to her nipples as my dick slid back and forth beneath them.
Cristina’s face showed the slight pain I was causing her, but I could tell the pleasure was already stealthily overcoming it. Little by little, Cristina’s head had turned back to center, and now she was staring at my dick sliding in and out between her tits like she was hypnotized. She had her mouth open, little squeaks escaping from time to time.
I quit pinching Cristina’s buds and went back to groping her breast. The feel of her breasts finally sent me over the edge, and without giving her a warning, I sprayed my seed all over Cristina’s face. Her mouth was still open when my orgasm came, and most landed right on her tongue, with the rest spreading out on her chin, lips, and cheeks. I could hardly contain my pleasure when Cristina swallowed reflexively. Her tongue had already snaked out to lick cum off her lips when she realized what she was doing. Her tongue shot back in and her mouth clamped shut. Her cheeks turned red with embarrassment under the white of my sperm.
I laughed. “Enjoying yourself Cristina? Maybe it’s time you just admitted that you want this. That you want ME.” I moved off of her chest and down to the other end of the couch. “You didn’t have such a problem saying all that Friday night, if I recall.”
Cristina continued to say nothing, so I carried on with a mental shrug. I took off her shoes and socks, letting her soak in her shame. I relished unbuttoning her pants, slid off her tight khakis, and threw them to the floor too.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Would you look at that?” I wondered out loud as I pressed a single finger to Cristina’s panties. They light blue above her pussy had already turned dark with her juices. Just like Friday night, she was flowing like a river. I shallowly fingered her through her panties. “Looks like your body wants it Cristina. So what’s stopping you? Afraid of bringing a black guy home to daddy? Afraid of what your ‘friends’ will say if they find out you’re fucking a nerd?”
This time, I got an answer. “Please stop,” Cristina sobbed quietly. “I’m sorry, so please stop.”
Her words struck at my core. This whole situation had spiraled out of control; I had gotten to like Cristina, and I didn’t come to school that day planning on raping her. But my pride had been cut too deep and wouldn’t allow me to turn back now. So instead of stopping, I snorted. “Like you’re going to get off that easily. I taught you chemistry, now I’m going to teach you this lesson too.”
I peeled off her wet panties and gagged her with them. Now we were both naked. I flipped her over and forced her up onto her elbows and knees. I walked around behind her, drinking in the site of her exposed pussy. Experimentally, I rubbed on her clit with two fingers. She moaned slightly through her gag before she managed to restrain herself. I pressed on. Slowly, I slipped on finger into her cunt and held it there. The fit was as tight as I remembered it, but I felt like there was room for a little more. I slipped a second finger in and felt her tighten as her juices continued to flow.
I began to pump my fingers gently, in and out, in and out, trying to force her to acknowledge the pleasure. I licked the smooth skin of her ass and bit her cheeks lightly in places.
Cristina’s moaning increased in frequency with every passing moment, but I still felt I could push her further. I eyed her asshole and thought, why not. I took a quick whiff, and she didn’t smell like shit at all. Spreading her butt cheeks with my free hand, I licked all the way from the bottom of her pussy to her asshole before forcing my tongue deep into her ass. Cristina cried out through the gag and shuddered as a miniature orgasm passed out of her body.
Cristina’s ass tasted vaguely like her pussy, undoubtedly due to all the juices that had leaked out of her and down to her butt since my assault began. At the time, I could only describe it as a new taste, but I wasn’t really getting off on the flavor. What really got me going were the moans Cristina couldn’t hold in, the way her butthole spasmed and tightened every time I pressed into her, and the sheer knowledge that I was in Cristina James’ ass. It was like being high.
I was almost too absorbed in what I was doing to notice, but Cristina was steadily losing her self control. Rather than attempting to squirm out of my hands or bite back her voice, she was now panting openly and rotating her hips to the rhythm of my steadily accelerating fingers. Encouraged, I took my tongue out her ass and roughly replaced it with my left index finger.
Cristina’s back arched at the sudden pressure. “Oooooh God,” she moaned. I wasn’t even sure she was aware what was happening anymore. “Finger my ass, this is so dirty!” Still bound at the wrists, she grabbed onto the coach’s arm and pushed herself up so she could look over her shoulder at what I was doing. Not wanting to disappoint, I put a second finger in her ass and a third in her cunt. That was about all she could take. The moment I added fingers, Cristina squirted onto my hand and her butthole turned into a vice grip around my fingers. She grunted, too caught up in the throes of her orgasm to make a coherent sound, and I could see all the tension go out of her muscles as she sagged back towards the couch cushions.
Tenderly, I leaned over her back, pressing my body against hers. I smelled her hair; I could feel her ragged breathing, her quickened heart. It was only when I rested my chin on her heaving shoulder and kissed her jawbone that she noticed me.
When she looked back at me, there was a feral look in her eyes. She didn’t look scared, or angry, or happy, she looked…wild. Before she could say anything, I pushed my dick between her legs, rubbing her clit gently with the top of my revitalized erection. I lifted one of my hands up off the couch so I could rub her breast. She closed her eyes halfway and moaned gently.
“I’m sorry about all this,” I said. It was the simple truth.
Cristina opened her eyes again and looked dead in mine. “We can talk this all out later. Finish what you started.”
I moved my hand off her breast and untied her wrists from the couch. I kissed her neck while she reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of my cock, adjusting its position and rubbing it against the entrance to her pussy, coating my head in her wetness.
I leaned back up and put my hands on her hips, pulling myself into her. Just like last time, the first push in was the best. It was pure ecstasy feeling the walls of her vagina conform and cling to me again.
I pulled out almost all the way, and pressed slow and hard as deep as I could go. Cristina’s back arched, giving me the angle I needed to press even deeper. I kept a slow, steady rhythm, teasing her by nearly pulling out my entire length, and then pressing all eight inches of me back into her. Cristina bit her lip and reached back with one hand, tracing slow circles on her clit. Far from the pace we’d set Friday, we were fucking aggressive and slow.
I started picking up the pace, moving halfway between the teasing strokes I’d started with and the jackhammering I knew I was capable of. Cristina’s breaths fell into rhythm with my strokes. Still feeling a bit sadistic, I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as roughly as I could, revealing her asshole for the second time. I spit on it before digging my thumb in. I worked my thumb in circles, pushing in and out, exploring every corner of her asshole.
Cristina’s lust was quickly outpacing my own. She was moving her hips back into me almost faster than I could keep up with, and her labored breathing told me she was near orgasm. I held back as much as I could, continually frustrating her. Before she could cum, I pulled out of her completely, taking my thumb out of her butt at the same time.
Cristina twisted around furiously to face me, brown hair flying over her shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?! I was this close!”
I slapped her ass, just hard enough for her to jump a little and let out a small shriek. “I’m trying something different.” With that I took my dick in hand and started sliding it in her butt crack, slather it with her own juices.
Now the look of fear had returned to Cristina’s eyes, and it goaded me even more. “No you can’t! I’ve never had more than a finger in my ass, you can’t do this!”
I spanked her again to shut her up. “Don’t get me wrong Cristina. I don’t really want to hurt you, but didn’t I tell you earlier I’m not putting up with your shit?” I tilted myself and pressed the head of my cock against her butthole. She grunted an instinctively moved away, but I kept a firm grip on her hips and pushed forward, getting the tip just insider her. With no further protests coming from Cristina, I just kept pushing. Cristina kept up one long moan, getting louder and louder as I pushed further inside.
Then with a pop, the head of my cock went into her butt. Cristina screamed her loudest, and I quickly muffled her with my free hand. I didn’t know if anybody could hear us from outside, but I had no intention of getting caught like under the school stage.
I held there for a few seconds, letting Cristina get adjusted. Putting both my hands back on her hips, I pushed further in with a grunt. Tears slipped down Cristina’s cheeks, but the painful notes in her voice were already being replaced by ones of pleasure. I was enjoying everything; her pain, her pleasure, the unbelievable tightness of her asshole. It took every ounce of willpower not to just jizz right there.
“What was all that about ‘no stop,’ huh whore?” I asked, getting lost in the sensation and fucking her as fast as her tight ass would allow. “Fucking rich slut. You think you’re so good you can’t have your asshole fucked?” I got nothing from Cristina but more moans, so I spanked her, hard this time. She hissed and her butt tightened around me. “Answer me slut!”
Cristina was just as caught up as I was, and was taking the submissive role as eagerly as I was taking my dominant role. “No I don’t,” she gasped. “Oh God, I’ve never had it in the ass before. Make me your bitch, fuck me raw!”
“You already are my bitch.” With that I slammed in as hard and deep as I could.
Every muscle in Cristina’s body twitched simultaneously as she came. A veritable flood sprayed out from her cunt, wetting the couch and both our legs. I pulled out again dove back in even faster than before, Cristina’s ass loosening with every stroke. She came again, twitching all the while like an epileptic. With one final slam, I went over the edge, emptying my ball sac deep in her ass. My cum buried itself inside her while she screamed, caught in one continuous orgasm.
Eventually, we both came down from out sexual highs. I pulled my still erect dick out of Cristina’s ass and watched my cum dribble out as the muscles in her hole worked involuntarily tightened and loosened. Cristina clung to the couch for support, recovering. I kneeled behind her, rubbing her reddened ass.
After she’d caught her breath, Cristina slowly turned over to face me, breasts moving gently up and down with her breath. She eyed my dick with an expression that was half amusement and half disbelief. “You’re still hard,” she stated flat out.
I absentmindedly took my dick in hand and started stroking it, my own cum acting as lube. “Yep.”
Cristina looked up at me; the wild look had come back to her eyes. “How long until you have to leave?”
“Not for a while.”
She reached out and scooped some cum off the head of my dick, looking it over shortly before putting it in her mouth and tasting it. Cristina then took hold of my cock and replaced my hand, stoking it for me.
“Then fuck me however you want until you’re done.”

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I Love My Little Sister!-Part One

Part one: I love my little sister!
I remember being eight years old, in a hospital and worried. My mother had been swelling up and now she had broken something, so she was rushed to the hospital. I had no idea what was wrong or what would happen next and even now, I don’t mind telling you how scared I was when the doctors told me to leave the room as mom screamed in what was obviously intense pain. Hospital doors are made so that screams can’t be heard from outside unless they’re really loud and you’re really close, which I was, so I could. After an hour of uncertainty and fear, the doctor opened the door. Mom wasn’t screaming anymore, so I ran in and found her…holding something. A towel, maybe? I came closer and saw that it was a baby.
Mom looked at me and smiled. “Meet your new baby sister,” she told me. She sounded so meek, but the child had my interest now. As soon as I reached out to touch the baby with one finger, she reached back and cooed contentedly. Mom smiled at the sight and whispered to me.
“Her name is Kari.”
From then on, if anybody wanted to bother her, they would answer to me! A lot of people did try to bother her throughout school. She was the girl in grade school all the boys would pick on so their friends wouldn’t tease them for having a crush on her. In junior high, those same friends hit on her relentlessly. I got in a lot of fights and a lot of suspensions for her, but I don’t regret it. Not only was I sticking up for my little sister, I also got to defend a pretty girl in distress.
Yes, I would call her a pretty girl. So would you, if you ever saw her. Strawberry-blonde hair that she usually kept straight with one of those arch things girls put in their hair sometimes, blue eyes and, ever since she turned twelve, nice breasts. Not that I was checking her out at twelve, of course, but when you’re around someone all the time, eventually you will notice things like that. When she was twelve, I thought she had potential to be gorgeous. Now that she was sixteen, she had proven me right. Those breasts had since grown from little bumps into lovely mounds, shaped very nice. I know because she often sends me pictures of herself whenever anything happens to her, good or bad. The good times made me want to share them with her and the bad times made me wish I could still protect her.
But I couldn’t anymore. I hit twenty-one years old and decided it was time to go make my mark on the world. And to do that with any of the skills I had, I had to leave the state. Kari cried the day I left, which was heartbreaking, but I promised her I would come back as often as I could. She still cried but she let me out of the surprisingly strong bear hug she’d been using to keep me from getting in my car. She e-mails me several times a day, often when her teachers say she shouldn’t.
Today is Kari’s first day at a new school. The one she went to before was the target of an arsonist thats been hitting this town lately. That or someone had insured the building recently. In any case, the first day of her previous schools were never easy for my sister. The boys hit on her, the girls instantly became bitter toward her for not wanting the attention they would have killed for and teachers would make her introduce herself in front of everyone, something she hated to do. Kari never did come to enjoy being the center of anyone’s attention since it usually wasn’t a good kind of attention that people paid her. Today she e-mailed me, saying she was scared and that she wished I was there with her. I didn’t tell her, but I got the e-mail on a plane on my way there. I couldn’t very well miss my dear sister’s second first day of high school, could I?
My sister’s e-mails aren’t always what you’d call sisterly. Whenever I mention that the girls here aren’t biting, her reply always comes back with “If only we weren’t family”, and later “If only you weren’t so far away”. And when I do find a girl for the night or a few months, her jealousy is obvious even though the internet. Once she actually told me that she would be a better girlfriend than the one I was with at the time. She may be right, since that bitch ditched me for a guy with a yacht a month later.
Kari tells me that she’s never had a boyfriend and that she isn’t interested in any of the guys at school. When I ask what kind of guy she likes, she says simply “a guy like you”. That message came back with an attachment of her kissing the camera.
Speaking of attachments, a month after I left, Kari had her eyes checked and it turned out she needed glasses. Having always been so open with her, it was no secret to Kari that I like girls with glasses. My first girlfriend had them, which was partly why I approached in the first place. Anyway, when Kari got them, she sent me a picture of herself in them, which I said looked cute. Barely fifteen minutes later, another set of attachments came featuring her in her glasses and various outfits, most very revealing. How revealing, you ask? Well, lets just say that since she was fourteen at the time, I was very lucky nobody with law enforcement saw them.
But enough about that. The plane had landed, the rental car had brought me to the house I grew up in and the time was 3:45. Kari would be home any minute, expecting an empty house (mom got a new job which turned Kari into a latchkey kid). Won’t she be surprised.
Kari’s car, a beater that had me thinking about everything from thermal breakdown to locking brakes soon as I saw it, pulled in the driveway less than five minutes after I had gotten there. I hid behind a chair and opened the front door. She opened it, looking confused and cautious. “He-…hello?” She sounded more than nervous, meaning the joke was over. I stood up and she dropped her bag. Kari vaulted effortlessly over the ottoman between us, landed against my chest and wrapped her arms and legs around me on impact. She’s a light girl so it didn’t hurt or anything, but it did knock me back against the wall. Thats ok, I thought. If she was that happy to see me, I could endure a non-painful push back. I put my arms around her and she rubbed her cheek on my shoulder and face affectionately.
“So,” I said, soundly ludicrously casual considering. “How was your day?”
“Best of my life,” she sighed.Part two: I love my big brother!!
For as long as I’ve been alive, I’ve loved my big brother. What’s that? “Every sister in the world says that,” you say? Well, I’m a little different.
Matt, my brother, has always been so cool. He would show me all kinds of interesting things when we were kids, like the woods behind the elementary school I went to and this really cool view of the city from up on a hill. I think that was when my love became different from other little sisters’. What girl could help but melt and fall for the guy who showed her her first sunset while he held her hand? He taught me all the little things, too, like how to tie shoes and stuff. When some boy would pick on me, he always came to help me, like a superhero.
He was so amazing, I wanted to be just like him. Or I did when I was really young. But ever since I was like six, I didn’t want to be him, I wanted to be with him. I wanted him to love me like I loved him, not just as a sister. It wouldn’t happen, of course. I’m too realistic to think he would ever seriously date me, but as long as I could daydream, in one place at least, we were a couple.
When he told me and mom and dad that he was going to become an actor, I had absolute confidence he would succeed, though now I can’t help but wonder if he would have stayed in this town with me if I hadn’t said so. That didn’t matter. I could never tell him something like that just so I could see him everyday. Acting was his happiness, and he needed to go after it.
I’ve never cried more than I did the day he left. Not after falling out of a tree, not when they shot Bambi’s mother, not ever. I think it was because for those times, he was there for me and when he left, he wouldn’t be anymore.
When Matt said he wanted to be an actor, what he meant was that he wanted to do voices in cartoons. And Matt, being the talented man he is, got jobs at two major studios his first year, something he says is a miracle in the business. I expected nothing less from him. The voices he used when he read to me were incredible. Even though the shows he’s on aren’t very funny, I never miss a minute of them and I even saved up to buy one on DVD. He thanked me for the seven cents he got from it.
Now, I don’t care how much like monkeys you consider the boys around you, when you’re a fourteen year old girl, you’ve got love and sex on your mind. I know I did. Not only that, you’re interested in your new more mature body and you want a special man to be interested in it too, right? I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this, but when I got these glasses, I sent a pic to Matt and guess what he said? He said they looked cute on me! I guess I got excited because I sent him like twenty more pics and some of them were pretty R-rated. I didn’t show him my boobs or anything, but pretty close in some of them. I can’t believe I’m saying this in writing, but I kinda hoped he was jacking off to me. You can’t imagine my disappointment when he only briefly mentioned how ”cute” they all were.
Even if he wasn’t ogling me, thinking about him doing it led me to my first sexual arousal, then my first time playing with myself. I thought about Matt, alone in his apartment looking through the pics I sent him, masturbating while imagining he was having sex with me. I wasn’t entirely sure what a man’s stuff looked like then, I’m still not really, but just the thought of him thinking that was too exciting not to act on. Dad came home before I could climax, though. Someone always does. Did they bug my room or what?
Today I had to go to a new school since someone torched the one I used to go to. Just when I was in a comfortable loner’s niche, I have to re-establish myself as the girl who isn’t interested in anyone there romantically. The day dragged and every single one of the teachers made me introduce myself. Apparently the boys in my classes have never seen a girl who was uncomfortable in front of so many people, because they either thought I was weak or adorable for blushing. Can’t I just be shy when twenty or thirty people are gawking at me like anyone else? I have never been come on to more than I was today, and I may have only been more embarrassed when I sent Matt those glasses pics, but at least that felt good too. Today was just miserable. The only thing worse is knowing it’ll happen again tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next…ugh!
Where are you, Matt? I need you today.
My car, which I’ve affectionately started calling God’s Gift to Mechanics, managed to get me home again, despite it’s best efforts to die on me many, many times.
Oh my God. The door is open and mom and dad are at work. Plus they never leave the door hanging open like that. Maybe…uh, maybe they called an exterminator or something. I go in. I’m so scared. The only thing I’ve got to fight someone off with is my bookbag, and it isn’t that heavy. I wish I was strong like Matt. If I was, I would never be afraid of anything. Matt, if you can hear me, please…
He heard me. Matt is here, in the house. He’s really here! Everything but him is a blur and he’s coming closer. It seems like it takes forever, but now I’m hanging on Matt, my big brother and he’s hugging me back! I feel safe again. I feel so happy, it’s like the rest of the day never happened!
“So, how was your day,” he asks me.
With my cheek on him and with him holding me like he used to, it’s the…
“Best of my life.”
Eventually, I let my feet touch the floor and lean back to look at him (and to let him look at me, which he does!). I don’t know how, but I managed to not kiss him right there. “How long are you going to stay this time,” I ask him, hoping he’ll say something like ‘just long enough for you to pack because I want you to come live with me’.
“Why, are you sick of me already?”
“Of course not,” I kinda gasp. “Can’t you tell how happy I am you’re here? Or do you need me to take my shirt off and show you how excited I am?” Oh my God, I just came on to my brother! I hope he says yes…
“Uh, no, that won’t be necessary. I believe you.” The way he stutters when he says it gives me hope. “I’ll be here until Monday.” Oh, I forgot to tell you. Today is Thursday. Which means I have three days plus tonight to convince him to stay with me or me to stay with him. And while I’m at it, I should find out if he’s attracted to me. I’m sixteen now, so I’m legal, so if he is I can try to get him in bed without worrying about it being illegal.
Suddenly, I feel very wet.Part Three: My little sister loves me
Kari looks a little distracted since I told her I’d be here until Monday, so I ask her ”something on your mind”. She opens her mouth to say something, turns beet-red and shakes her head. I shrug and hug her again. Her body is soft and smells feminine, so you can hardly blame me for keeping her close for a little longer than planned. She didn’t mind. in fact, she looked a little unsatisfied that I’d let her go when I did.
We sat down on the couch. More accurately, I sat on the couch. Kari sat on my lap sideways. One of her breasts was right in front of my face, so close that, if I thought she wouldn’t scream and slap me, I could have licked it without moving my head at all. Maybe she wouldn’t. She did seem to be moving herself so that every few seconds, her closest breast would touch my face. It would be so easy to start sucking it…
No. She was my sister and if I tried that, she would hate me. I held myself back from what I was thinking about doing.
Kari and I caught up with each other until mom and dad came home, and I repeated the story for them, along with Kari’s occasional “Isn’t that cool?”. My parents married at thirty, so by now they were old enough to be tired right after work and they went to sleep fairly soon. Then it was just Kari and I, which seemed to make her very happy. She turned on the TV to a digital music channel, an R&B channel. A song I hadn’t heard before came on in which every other word was “kiss”. Kari looked like she had something she wanted to say to me, but like she was stopping herself just before it got out. After the song ended, she let out an audible breath and looked at me.
“Big brother? What…what’s it like to kiss someone?” She blurted it out. This must have been what she wanted to say before.
“You’ve kissed mom and dad, right?”
“Not like that,” she said. “I mean a real kiss. The kind of kiss you used to give your girlfriends.”
“Oh,” I said, a little nervous. The way she was looking at me reminded me a lot of how a girl would look at me when she wanted taken. “Well, I really wouldn’t know how to describe kissing a guy. You do like guys, I assume?”
She lay her hand on mine and said a very soft “yes”. Her lips quivered slightly and her eyes were slowly closing. No mistaking it, this was a “kiss me” face. My sweet little sister wanted me to show her what a kiss was like, not just tell her. She continued in a very soft and pleading voice. “Will you give me my first kiss, big brother?”
I couldn’t say no. My hand caressed the side of her face and our lips met. She tasted sweet, but felt shaky. Her skin felt burning hot on mine. I could feel the air coming in and out of her nose rapidly and in short, almost panicking breaths. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was really turned on or afraid.
Surprisingly, she pulled back first. She was breathing hard and was looking at me like that kiss wasn’t nearly enough. “I can’t hold it in anymore, big brother! I love you! I don’t mean like a sister, I love you like…like love-love!” As she finished saying this, she pulled her skirt up, her face darkening as more leg was revealed, until she was showing me her panties, white cotton and damp. “I need to tell you something else,” she said as I could only stare at her face and then her panties. “I could always hear you having sex with your girlfriends, and I wanted it to be with me instead. I was too young to know exactly what was happening at the time, but I knew you were both being intimate together. I wanted to feel that way with you. I still want that, and I’m not a kid anymore. I want to have sex with you, Matt.” No matter how obvious it had been made in the words that had led up to it, to hear her say “I want to have sex with you” was still a bit shocking. I hesitated and Kari cupped my hand in hers. “You’ve always been there for me. Please, be here for me now.”Part Four: My little sister/big brother lusts for me!
This was all so sudden. I had only been here a few hours and my sister was pleading with me for sex after asking me to kiss her. Her eyes were teetering between joy and tears, maybe so whatever I answered could be shown quicker.
“Please, be here for me now.”
“Thats fighting dirty,” I whispered as I kissed her again. This time, she was closer to calm. Her breathing started erratic like last time, but I kissed her long enough for her to even it out.
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My big brother was finally kissing me, and my wildest, best fantasies couldn’t even try to compare! As the kiss went on, I felt less like a scared junior high girl and more like…well, like a woman. The kiss felt so natural and right. When I told my friend about the pics I’d sent Matt, she acted disgusted and said I was into incest. I’d never heard that word before, but it sounded like a bad thing. Well, I know what it means now, and she was wrong. It didn’t feel dirty or wrong or like a sin. I love my brother and now it at least feels like he loves me too.
What could be wrong about that?
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Kari was becoming more active in the kiss, stroking my shoulders with small delicate hands and subtly moving forward so it took me by surprise to feel soft weight on my lap.
However, after a moment of kissing this way, she again separated our lips. “I want to show you these.” She took a deep breath and lifted her top, showing her white cotton bra. Her breasts looked so soft, I wanted to reach up and free them from their cloth prison. Kari looked nervous.
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I looked down self-consciously at my chest. I wish I had bigger boobs. I wish I had known Matt was coming so I could have worn a sexier bra instead of this boring white one. It isn’t even lacy or have designs on it or anything. He didn’t like it, I knew it. He was staring at it, not saying anything.
Then he touched me! His hand came up slowly and he put it on one of my boobs! I gasped and I think my back might have arched a little, I’m not sure. I was too occupied with Matt’s hand on me. It felt so strong, but was playing with me so gently.
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“Why hold back,” I asked myself. Kari wanted this and I wasn’t exactly against it myself. My hand touched her breast, which made her gasp and arch her back in a way that pressed it against my palm. She smiled and her hips started rocking very slightly. I don’t think she even realized she was doing it, but I sure as hell did. Feeling her wet and getting wetter panties moving back and forth on my dick under my pants was impossible to ignore.
My free hand slid up her back to the hooks of her bra. Even I was surprised at how fast they came undone and her bra fell halfway off of her body. She made no effort at all to catch it and in fact pulled it off the rest of the way.
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I suddenly became aware that I had started moving my hips when I felt something moving under me. At first I couldn’t tell what it was, but it dawned on me soon enough.
My hips were grinding on my brother’s lap and it was giving him an erection! He likes it! I was so happy, but before I could do anything with it, his fingers went up my back, making me shiver in pleasure. Suddenly my bra was loose. He must have undone it while I was shivering. I was so glad to be rid of the ugly thing, I shucked it off without thinking that now he could see my boobs.
I sat on him perfectly still as I waited for what he would do next. I gasped and this time I know I arched my back when he kissed my nipple and then started sucking on it! I heard myself moan quietly.
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I took Kari’s breast between my lips and used them and my tongue to stimulate it. She responded with a soft moan and by pushing it against my face more. She became more and more vocal, moaning at first, then gasping and finally using words.
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It felt so amazing! I tried for maybe five minutes to tell him how much I loved it, and even after that all I could say was “yes…yes…I love it…oh, big brother!”
Once the words started, they came out easy. Maybe too easy. I started telling him how I loved him and always looked up to him and things like that, which was fine. But then, I said something I didn’t plan on saying.
“Oh, big brother…let your little sister suck you too.”
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I stopped tasting her breasts and pulled my head back. Hearing her say that made me almost fully hard and I know she felt it from her gasp and smile. Kari climbed off my lap and got down on the floor in front of me. Very gently, or maybe nervously, she unzipped my pants and was utterly stunned when my mostly hard cock sprung out.
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His thing was huge! I looked it up and down in amazement. “D-do I…what do I do?”
“Huh?”
“To…suck it…”
He told me to wrap my lips around it and move my head a certain way, which I did. His response was both immediate and, from the sound of it, overwhelmingly good! That made me confident in what I was doing, and I took more of it into my mouth. I felt so proud to be pleasuring him so much. I felt something tickle my panties in a very nice way and soon I was making the same sounds as Matt.
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Kari was surprisingly good at sucking dick for having only moments ago asked how to do it. She made me feel so good, I couldn’t keep all the pleasure for myself. Unfortunately, from where I was, all I could do was rub her with my big toe, but she loved it. She moved herself around until she found a spot that felt the best (I knew it was her clit, but I don’t think she knew it, since she had to search for it) and ground on it, moaning and breathing hard through her nose as she sucked me faster and deeper.
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I love sucking my big brother’s thing, but I loved his toe on me even more! There was this little kinda thing that when his toe touched it, I felt like I did just before mom or dad got home and stopped me from finishing my fantasy. The pleasure was immense, almost too much to handle! I was glad I had “something” in my mouth to keep me from being too loud.
My whole body started to feel strange, like being nervous, but in a good way! My pussy was moving on it’s own and…I……felt……ohmygod…!!!
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Kari felt like she was gasping, moaning and screaming all at the same time. From how wet her panties got and how fast they got that way, I realized that she was cumming. She played with her breasts to heighten the pleasure, and the sight and feelings were making me not so far behind with my own orgasm.
“I’m…oh, fuck…!!…Kari, I’m gonna cum….!!”
“What?”
“I’m gonna ejaculate!”
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“Oh.” I must have been good at sucking him because he was about to climax too! That meant he was going to shoot sperm out, didn’t it? What was I going to do with it? What could I do with it to prove I wanted to be his forever, not just tonight?
Then I knew.
I sucked him again, bracing myself for what was coming.
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Her reaction proved beyond a doubt that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. Just the idea of shooting my load into my little sister’s mouth, and it being her preference, made it happen.
I threw my head back and then forced it forward so I could watch Kari’s face and breasts as I came hard in her mouth. It shocked her at first, but her eyes closed halfway and she sucked me some more to get it all out. If I weren’t so short-sighted, I would have tried to hold some back for another round, but instead I gave her all I had to give. It felt like a pint.
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Matt groaned and then something started shooting out hard into my mouth. I thought he was peeing at first, but once I realized I’d made him climax, I just wanted more. It felt like there was a pint of it and that wasn’t enough. It tasted vaguely of….something sweet and familiar, but I couldn’t picture it. But the taste wasn’t important. What mattered to me was that the hot fluid he was giving me was undeniable proof that I had had a form of sex with him and that he had enjoyed it!
Besides, I loved it! There was something so…profoundly good about my big brother ejaculating in my mouth, I knew I needed him to do it again and again and again! Even as he ejaculated now, I kept trying to get more out of him. For a long time, he gave me what I wanted, what I had only just had for the first time but was instantly addicted to. I swallowed every gush eagerly, hoping there would be two gushes to replace it. He didn’t ask me to, but he didn’t need to. I wanted to swallow it.
But, like all good things, it ended. He stopped shooting it, then stopped oozing it and dripping it. He was out of sperm, or close to it. I gulped down the last of it, crawled up next to him and lay my head on his chest.
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Seeing Kari swallow my cum in big gulps without me asking her to just made more come out of me, which she seemed more than happy to receive.
Once I gave her all of it, she wiped her mouth and sat next to me with her head on my chest. I held her and she hugged me.
“I love you, big brother.”
“I love you too, little sister.”
“Will you take me tomorrow?”
“Take you as in….take you?”
“Mm-hmm. Take me to bed and make love to me.”
“Is that really what you want?”
“More than anything in the world.” She kissed my cheek.
“Yes. If you still want that tomorrow night, I’ll make love to you.”
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I was ecstatic! He promised he would, and my big brother never breaks his promises! I kissed him and cuddled with him until I fell asleep.
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Kari fell asleep on me, which was very nice. I always enjoyed cuddling with girls after sex, and would have liked to fall asleep with her, but mom or dad would be down before we woke up, and if they caught Kari topless and me with my dick out, it would be very very bad.
I got me and Kari’s naughty bits covered up (Kari sighed and smiled as I dressed her, muttering “Matt…” in her sleep. God, she’s cute!) and let myself drift into sleep with her.
To be continued…

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Fiction

Aphrodisiac

Cindy, a 40 year old housewife tries to reinvent herself and discovers new sexual desires.

Fantasy

The Devil’s Pact Chapter 2: The Salon

The Devil’s Pact
Chapter Two: The Salon
I stepped out of the Starbucks into the sunshine feeling like a whole new woman. Maybe, it was because I am a new women. When I awoke I was simply Mary Sullivan, college student and barista. Then Mark appeared at my work. And in a few minutes his presence had transformed me. Awakened desires long buried in my heart and showed me pleasures I had never dreamed I could experience. He had peered into my soul and I peered into his, and in each other we found love.
Now, I’m his woman. His lover. The thought sent a warm flutter through my stomach. Mark had known me, known my body, more intimately than anyone before. He knew every part of my body, even my ass. I rubbed my butt which was still a little sore. It was a pleasant ache that reminded me of Mark’s cock plunging deep into me. How good it felt when his cum squirted hot and wet deep into my bowels. No man, no object, had ever been up my ass. My ex-boyfriend, Mike, had always begged me. I had always said no. I always thought it was too dirty and I feared it would be painful. Mark showed me that it was also pleasurable.
I guess, I just never trusted Mike enough not to hurt me. He always cared more about his own pleasures. I would be lucky if he lasted long enough for me to cum. And then he would just roll off me and fall asleep. I usually had to masturbate while he snored next to me. His idea of foreplay was to paw at my breasts, maybe suck my nipples, and then plunge his cock right in. I usually had to use lube, because he rarely got my pussy wet. He loved for me to give him blowjobs and loved cumming on my face. But I never could get him to eat my pussy. I had been dating Mike since my junior year in high school. He took my virginity in the back seat of his mom’s Honda after prom. He was my only lover, so I didn’t really know what I was missing out on until Mark.
And not just the pleasures a man could give. Mark had found my most secret desires, ones I had buried so deep I didn’t even know the existed, and exposed them. With my co-worker, Cynthia, I had learned the pleasures a woman could give me, and the pleasures I could give a woman. Cynthia’s tongue felt so good on vulva and clit. And her vulva felt like warm silk on my lips. And her flavor was this sweet, tangy mix that was delicious. My lust for women must have always been there, deep inside me. It must be why I would get so excited at slumber parties to practice french kissing with the other girls. Or why I could still vividly remember locker room after gym class, and the youthful flesh of my classmates. Just picturing their budding breasts, slim hips, and the downy sparseness of a girls first pubic hair was making me cream my panties.
I glanced at Mark and felt my face flush and heartbeat quicken. There was something about him, something that I just can’t resist. He wasn’t particularly handsome. His silver-rimed glasses were too big and some fat under his chin made his face look to round. And he was definitely overweight. His body was soft with a dropping gut and love handles, and he had the start of man-boobs. His eyes were definitely his best feature, deep blue pools that could pierce your soul with their intensity.
Love must be blind. Mark certainly wasn’t better looking then Mike. I never would have looked twice at him before this morning. But then, Mark fell in love with me. Not wild Cynthia. Who was so experienced in sex, always boasting about her one night stands with some guy or gal she met at a bar. Or fit and tanned Vivian, with her smokey, bedroom voice and cow large breast. The type of tits guys always panted after. I was nothing compared to either of them, but Mark fell for me. And I fell for him.
I looked back at the Starbucks one last time, knowing I would never return. This morning I entered here a timid girl and I was leaving a confident women; a women that had sucked both pussy and cock and been fucked and sucked everywhere on my body. For Mark, I’ve become such a dirty tramp. It made Mark happy. And that made me happy.
“Do you have a car?” Mark asked me, his voice a rich, powerful baritone that was impossible to ignore.
“Not really,” I answered. “Mike has a truck, but he didn’t want to wake up early to drive me to work today. What with it being his day off and all.” I didn’t bother to hide my irritation.
“What an asshole,” Mark said, shaking his head and he lead me over to a beat up maroon Ford car.
Mike was a asshole. I’m glad I dumped him for Mark. I flushed in shame, remembering how I broke up with him. It wasn’t the most orthodox breakup, and I felt guilty about it. I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty for breaking up over the phone with Mike while Mark fucked me up the ass, or how naughty and sexy I felt and how great my orgasm was while doing it.
Mark opened the passenger door for me and I blinked in surprise at the mess in his car. The floor was covered in fast food wrappers and empty drink cups. “Ehh.” I started to say something, but stopped. I didn’t want to say something mean. That wouldn’t make Mark happy. “You like McDonalds,” I quipped lamely.
“Sorry,” he said, flushing with embarrassment. “I … shit. I’m really sorry.” He bent down and started to throw some of the wrappers into the backseat.
“Clearly, you haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” I said jokingly, trying to take the sting out of his embarrassment.
“No,” he said, a little bitter. He turned to face me, his finger gently stroked my cheek. “But I got you now.”
My heart melted and I just had to lean in and kiss him. He was such a sweetie. Not like Mike. Mike never said nice things to me anymore. Mark’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me in tight as I kissed him, his hand slid down and squeezed my ass through my pants. Mark must really like my ass, he’s been rubbing it all morning. I broke the kiss and slid into the slightly cleaner passenger seat. Mark walked around the car and got into the driver seat, starting the engine. A fan belt screeched and the engine coughed and started.
Mark looked at me. “No offense, Mare, but that uniform isn’t the most flattering on you.”
“Mare?” I asked, pretending to be indignant. “Mare? What am I, your horse?”
Mark blinked. “I…uh… Sorry, I thought it was cute. You know, short for Mary.” He got flustered easily, and I couldn’t help giggling. He was so easy to tease. Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn’t offended. “Aren’t you my filly, now?” he asked, jokingly.
I neighed, and broke out laughing. “I guess that makes you my stallion.”
Mark leaned over to me. “You’re stallion, huh.” He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. “You’re stallion’s feeling a little frisky.”
Feeling bold, I rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it growing hard. “Mmhh, yes you are,” I purred in agreement.
Mark’s hand slipped up underneath my shirt and groped my left boob through my bra. His mouth was on mine again and this time it was my tongue filling his mouth. His fingers rubbed my nipple through the bra, sending tingly pleasure through my body, ending down at my pussy. It was getting hot and wet down there, my juices were soaking into my panties. I shifted my thighs, rubbing my clit deliciously against my panties. My fingers unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out of his pants. It was warm in my hands and throbbed with his heart beat. He moaned into my lips as I gave his cock a few strokes.
Mark was pulling my shirt up and I had to sadly let go of his cock so he could get it over my head. He was then reaching behind me and fumbling at my bra clasp. He cursed, and then my bra was unclasped and my tits were bare and Mark was sucking at my nipples. I moaned softly. It felt so damn good. He was switching back and forth between them, his tongue rough and wet. My hand found his cock and I started to stroke it again.
There was a loud rap on the window startled me and a middle aged women screamed at us, “Perverts!”
I flushed. I was so caught up in the moment I forgot we were still in the Starbucks parking lot. I covered my breasts as Mark gave me his boyish grin. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Mare,” he told me in his commanding voice. “You’re breasts are so beautiful. You shouldn’t ever hide them.”
Mark was right. My breasts were beautiful. I moved my hands and stared boldly at the woman, my right hand slid over and grasped my stallion’s hard cock, slowly jacking the warm shaft. The women snorted in disgust and was pulling her phone out of her purse. Mark put the car in reverse and backed out.
“Let’s find something a little more private,” he said and I squeezed his cock in agreement.
Mark took us to the alley behind the Safeway at the other side of the parking lot and got out of the car, walking quickly around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. I grasped it with my right and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then, he raised my hand to his lips and kissed it softly, like I was his lady. It was sweet and I smiled happily up at him. He helped me out of the car. The air was cool on my nipples and it felt so naughty to be topless in public. My panties were drenched with excitement. Mark spun me about and pushed me forward against the hood of his car, rubbing my ass through my pants. I unbuttoned my pants and shoved them down my legs, so they bunched up around my ankles.
“Oh, god you’re so sexy!” Mark moaned, his fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down my legs.
And then he was in me, fucking me hard from behind. I fell onto my elbows on the hood and gasped in pleasure as he filled my pussy with his hard cock, his balls slapping against my clit. I moaned, long and loud, delighting how wonderful it filled up with his cock. He pulled back, his cock rubbing sweetly against my pussy walls, and then thrust hard inside me again. And again. Pleasure tingled though my body, my nerves on fire with lust.
“My sweet filly!” Mark gasped. “My sweet, wild filly!”
“Oh, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck your filly! Fuck me, you big stallion. Oh, God! Your cock so good!”
Mark was fucking me hard and fast. My clit rubbed pleasurable on the cold metal on his car, contrasting with Mark’s hot cock filling my pussy. I gasped as he pulled my ponytail, hard, yanking my head back. I felt so slutty. “Ride your filly,” I moaned. “Ride me hard!”
I looked up and saw a teenage boy, maybe fifteen, filming us with his phone at the ally entrance. With a naughty smile I winked at the boy. Then, I rose up off my elbows, using my hands support me, so the teenager could see my tits bouncing as my stallion fucked me. I had nothing to be ashamed of. Mark was right. My breasts were beautiful. I grasped my nipple and pinched it between my fingers. I was a naughty, dirty slut. I could feel my orgasm building up inside me, and squeezed my pussy on Mark’s hard cock.
“My filly’s so tight!” Mark moaned. “Oh, god. I’m cumming!”
My pussy contracted fast and hard as Mark’s cum shot inside me. Hot and thick and triggering my own orgasm. I threw back my head and yelled wordless as the pleasure crashed through my body. Panting, Mark fucked me a few more times as my pussy milked the last of his cum. Sighing softly, I stood up, pressing my back against his soft chest. Mark’s arms wrapped about my waist, hugging me tightly. His fingers caressed my stomach and played with my curly pubic hair. His cock was going soft in my pussy as he nibbled on my neck. We were in our own world of happiness.
And then I saw teenage boy was still filming, and our private world vanished. While the teenager watching us fuck made me feel hot and sexy. The teenager watching us cuddle just ruined the intimacy. I glared at the boy and he just smirked. “Mark, some teenager is filming us,” I whispered.
“Go home!” Mark shouted at the teenage punk. Clearly bummed, the kid jumped on his skateboard and headed off. Mark pulled out of me and I felt his cum starting to run down my thighs. I pulled my panties and pants up as Mark put his cock away. “The kid kinda ruined the moment,” Mark said regretfully.”
“Yeah,” I replied. “Although, it made the sex hotter.”
Mark chuckled and kissed me. “Such a naughty filly.”
Smiling, I reached into the car and found my bra. Mark had broken the clasp in his haste. I held I up to him, shaking my head. “It’s not that hard to unclasps them, Mark,” I said in amusement.”
“Sorry,” Mark said, sheepishly. “I’ll get you another. Speaking of clothes, we got to get you in something more flattering than that polo shirt. All though, your ass looks amazing in those pants. Where’s your place at?”
My place was also Mike’s place and guilt boiled in my stomach. “I … I live … I mean, I lived with Mike. After what I did …” I trailed off, shaking my head. I never thought I would cheat on Mike. Even if I did it with my soulmate. I consoled myself by remembering that Mike had probably cheated on me with that big-titted tramp from his work. He had denied it, repeatedly, telling me I was just jealous and overreacting. He was convincing, but the way that bitch looked at him sometimes made me think something must have happened.
Mark nodded. “Yeah, that was pretty mean of me,” he said. “So don’t feel bad, okay Mare.” It was sweet of Mark to try and assuage my guilt. And it did help a little. “It was just so…” he trailed off, searching for a word.
“Naughty?”
That boyish grin came back and he nodded. “It was. So naughty.”
“So, I don’t think I can face him, not yet.” I reached into the car and grabbed my black polo and pulled it over my head. The fabric rasped pleasantly on my nipples, still a little sensitive from my orgasm.
“Okay, Mare. Let’s go shopping. Get you some new clothes.”
I hugged Mark in delight. Mike never wanted to go shopping with me. Remembering how badly Mike treated me also helped a lot to make me feel less guilty. “Okay, let’s go shopping.”
We got back into his dirty car. Mark was definitely going to need to clean his car if he expected me to ride in it. Mark turned the key and the engine starting with a loud sputter. Mark drove us out of the parking lot and onto Pacific Ave, the main road through Spanaway and Parkland and into Tacoma. As we drove, I realized that Mark and I had done just about every sex act I had heard of, and I didn’t even know his last name. So I asked him.
Mark blinked at me. “Wow. I guess we don’t really know much about each other. Well, let’s see.” He paused, thinking. “I’m Mark Glassner. I’m twenty-seven. Umm, I’ve been working shitty jobs since I was eighteen. Currently, I sell vacuum-cleaners door-to-door.”
I couldn’t help laughing at that. “People still do that?”
“Not that successfully,” Mark answered. “Most people listen politely, then politely tell me to go fuck myself.”
“Well, Mark, I’m surprised you’re not that good at it. Since you convinced three strange girls to have an orgy with you.” I furrowed my eyebrows and wondered how he had done that. His voice was just so commanding, you just obeyed him. Was it something you could learn?
Mark seemed a little uncomfortable, so I changed the subject. I would pry that secret out of him, eventually. I had my whole life ahead to do it. “What about your family?” I asked.
“I have a little sister,” Mark said. “Although, I guess Antsy not so little any more since she started college last year.”
“Antsy? That’s a…um…unique name.” I was trying not to giggle.
“It’s short for Samantha,” Mark explained. “When she was a little kid she couldn’t sit still so my dad started calling her Antsy. My sister still lives with my parents while she’s going to school, but I … I, um, moved out when I was eighteen.”
His voice sounded bitter and I sensed some pain. I rubbed his thigh consolingly. “My mother wasn’t a great parent,” I told Mark in an understanding tone.
“It was my dad,” Mark said after a long pause. “He was fine until I was eleven, and then he hurt his back, or so he claimed. He was a longshoreman at the Port of Tacoma and so he couldn’t work anymore and he went on disability. Money got tight. My mom had to start working and my dad,” Mark snorted with derision. “My dad started drinking. And then he started getting abusive. To me. To my mom. And sometimes even Antsy. I stood up to him when I got older and realized I was as strong as him. So the bastard kicked me out when graduated high school. I’ve tried a bunch of times to convince my mom to leave him, but she won’t. She says she loves him, but I think she’s too scared of being alone. Since I moved out, my mom claims that he stopped hitting her. But…”
“But, you think she’s just trying to protect you,” I finished, squeezing his thigh reassuringly. He nodded.
Mark cleared his throat. He was doing that guy thing where they pretend they weren’t about to cry. “So, what about you,” he croaked, voice thick with suppress emotion. He cleared his throat again. “What’s your last name?”
“Sullivan,” I answered, immediately. “I’m nineteen. I have two sisters. Shannon’s my older sister and Missy’s my younger sister.”
“I definitely need to stop thinking of my sister as a kid since I’m dating someone the same age,” Mark quipped.
“You’re just a cradle robber,” I joked back. “Seducing innocent young girls with your lecherous ways.”
We stopped at a red light and Mark bent over and kissed me, “Guilty as charged,” he whispered, kissing my cheek and nuzzling at my neck. The light turned green and a horn blared behind us. Mark grinned boyishly at me and continued driving.
“I work part-time at Starbucks. Or, at least I did,” I flushed as I savored the memory of what we did this morning. “It was helping to pay for college, so I hope you step up your vacuum-cleaner salesmanship to keep me in the poor lifestyle I’ve become accustomed to.”
“Money’s not going to be a problem, Mare,” he told me with confidence. That nickname, Mare, was starting to grow on me. I kinda wished I had one for him. Mark doesn’t really shorten into anything. Except Mar. And that sounds silly. Maybe Ark? No. He’s not a big boat with a bunch of animals on board. Stallion was a fantastic nickname for when we were fucking, but seemed a little too weird to use otherwise.
“So, where are you going to school?”
“I’m attending DeVry up in Federal Way,” I answered, “working on a graphic design degree.”
Mark smiled and nodded appreciatively. “I didn’t know I was dating a talented artist. I would love to see your work.”
I blushed. “I’m not that good,” I said. People, mostly my dad and my sisters, said my art was amazing or beautiful. I, however, always saw my flaws and mistakes. “But, I’ll show you, if you want.”
He squeezed my hand on his thigh and brought it up to his lips, kissing my fingertips. “I do.” He held onto my hand, driving with just his left. Mark turned right onto 512, the freeway towards South Hill and its mall. “You said you’re mom wasn’t that great of a person?” he asked, merging onto the freeway.
I hesitated. I didn’t like talking about my mom. Mark squeeze my hand reassuringly. “You don’t need to talk about it, if its to painful.”
I breathed deeply. Mark was my soulmate. He deserved to know. “When I was six, my mom …” I broke off, wiping at the tears welling in my eyes. Even after so many years it was painful. My mom left a wound in my heart that opened every time I thought about her. “She left my dad. She was cheating on him and just ran off with this musician.” I paused, fighting back sobs. How could that whore abandon us.
I regained my composure enough to continue. “Dad was a wonderful parent and did his best to raise me and my sisters. But mom’s abandonment hurt him deeply. Hurt all of us, deeply. He didn’t smile as much and had hard time dating women. I think he found it hard to trust after that. My mom didn’t even tell anyone she was leaving, just packed a suitcase and left a note. Dad showed it to me when I was older. She wrote that she wasn’t happy with her family. She wanted to have fun, go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. She wrote that my sisters and I were just holding her back with responsibility.”
The tears were flowing now. It still hurt after all these years. What mother abandons her children so she could have fun. And never once in the last thirteen years had the whore ever as much as sent a birthday card. Dad said she didn’t even contest the divorce. Just signed away her parental rights so she could whore around with that musician.
Of course, I’m just as much a whore. I cheated on Mike and then ditched him. Sobs wracked my body as I realized that I was my mother. How could this have happened? Oh God, how did I become her?
Mark’s arms enveloped me, pulled me into his chest. His hands stroked my hair, gently. I was crying so hard that I didn’t even notice him pulling over to the shoulder. He rocked me in his arms, and whispered, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not going to abandon you. Shh.”
“That’s…not…” I sobbed, trying to speak. I started to hiccup. “I’m … hic … my mother! I’m just as … hic … bad! I’m a … hic … a whore!”
“No you’re not,” Mark whispered, kissing my forehead. “You’re an angel, not a whore. You and Mike were just dating. You didn’t marry him. You guys didn’t have any kids. You didn’t abandon your family to go have fun.” I nodded and hiccuped. My tears stopped and I sniffed loudly. I rubbed at my eyes, wiping tears away.
“And your dad never treated your mom badly, right?” Mark asked. “Never was an asshole to her, like Mike was to you?” Dad was always sweet to mom. They never even fought. I had thought they were in love. “No. Dad loved her. We were always catching them kissing.”
“Did Mike ever love you,” Mark asked. “Or did he just love sleeping with you?”
I thought about it. Mike was always at me for sex, but I had to badger him to take me out on dates or just to spend time with me. And I never felt half as intensely about Mike as I did for Mark. He was a candle compared to the bonfire of my love for Mark. I realized what Mike and I had was just teenage lust. Mark was right. I smiled in relief. Thank God, I wasn’t my mother.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Mark kissed my cheek and he must be tasting the salt of my tears. Then he was kissing my neck, nibbling and sucking and probably leaving a hickey to match the one he gave me earlier. There was a click, and my seatbelt was released. I watched in confusion as Mark leaned back into his seat and pulled out his hard cock and then pulled out off the shoulder and back onto the freeway, accelerating quickly. He grinned at me and I licked my lips, realizing what Mark wanted me to do.
“I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked while driving,” Mark confided in me.
Mark had been so sweet to me, so I was more than happy to fulfill his fantasy. I bent over, lowering my face into his lap and sucked the pink tip into my mouth. I traced the mushroom head with my tongue, feeling it balloon in my mouth. His cock tasted of my pussy, sweet and spicy. A semi-truck honked his horn as he passed and I got wet knowing he could see me sucking Mark’s cock. I rubbed my sticky thighs together in pleasure. Mark moaned and it made me feel happy knowing he was happy. I relaxed my throat and lowered my mouth all the way down his shaft until his pubic hair ticked my lips and nose. I rose up, lips rubbing the ridge of his cock head, tongue playing with his urethra.
I sucked hard and Mark groan, “Fuck that’s good. You’re mouth’s amazing, Mare.”
I deep-throated him again and settled into a slow rhythm. Rising up, playing with his head and then slowly devouring his cock, sucking hard. I cupped his balls, feeling their round hardness in his sack. His hand gripped the back of my head and he started to force me up and down faster and harder. I could feel his balls tightened in my hands and I knew he was about to cum. I slid my mouth up so only the head was inside.
“Here it cums, Mare,” he moaned.
His cum was thick and salty in my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it poured in faster than I could handle. Warm cum escaped my lips. The car swerved wildly and I almost bit his cock in surprise. I sat up, cum running down my chin.
“What happened?” I asked as I scooped up the white and sticky cum with my fingers and licked them clean.
“Hmm?” he asked, coming off his orgasm. “That was amazing, but we probably shouldn’t do that again.”
“Why,” I asked, buckling my seatbelt.
“I almost wrecked the car when I came.”
I giggled. “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t do that again.” My pussy was still on fire and I rubbed my thighs together, my clit rubbing against my panties.
“You need to cum, Mare?” I nodded. Mark was exiting the freeway and merging onto Meridian. “Well, I know just how to satisfy you.”
“How?” I asked, intrigued, squeezing my thighs hard together. Mark pulled off Meridian into a strip mall across the street from the South Hill Mall and parked in front of the Heavenly Creatures Salon. “What are we doing?”
“Well, don’t take this the wrong way,” Mark said. “But I like my pussies smooth.”
“You want me to get waxed?” I asked, and he nodded. I had shaved my pussy once, for Mike. But it was uncomfortable, shaving my vulva, and I got a bad case of razor burn. Mike begged me for weeks to shave it again, but it was such a bad experience that I didn’t do it again.
“You can get whatever wax you want, I would just love for your pussy lips to be smooth and bare.”
I thought for a moment. Mark seemed excited by the idea. And I wanted to making him happy. “Okay.” Maybe waxing wouldn’t be as bad as shaving.
We walked into the salon. It reeked of nail polish remover and hair spray and I felt a little light headed. A bored receptionist asked us to sign in and two middle-aged women read magazines on cushioned chairs. Mark gave a few, commanding orders to the staff and customers. In a few minutes, all the girls that worked in the salon lined up before us while the customers watched, including four more from the salon itself in various. There were some cute girls working here that just made my pussy wetter.
“Which one would you like to eat your pussy?” Mark asked me. I guess Mark really wanted me to enjoy getting waxed
Which was fine with me and I grinned as I looked over the girls. Most were Southeast Asians. Thai or Vietnamese. I eyed them over, lusting after pretty faces and the curves of their body. I licked my lips. I thought about the tall girl with bubblegum pink hair and large breasts straining at her loose blouse. Her face was round and her lips lush. Another girl combined a plump curviness with a sultry smile. But the petite, Vietnamese girl with the doll face and shy eyes stoked my fires. She was wearing the tightest, pink jeans that hugged her ass and rode low on her hips. A flowery, low cut halter top that showed off a small pair of breasts. I pointed at her and Mark motioned her over.
“What’s your name,” Mark asked her.
“Joy,” she answered. Her voice was rich and musical, like a songbird.
“Well, Joy, I want you to give Mary whatever type of wax she wants for free.” Joy nodded in agreement. “After your finished, I want you to eat her pussy until she cums.”
“Yes, sir,” Joy said, and flushed shyly.
“You ever been with a woman?” Mark asked her. She shook her head. I about creamed my panties. I was going pop her lesbian cherry.
“Everyone here, staff and customers,” Mark said loudly, “Joy and Mary’s lovemaking will be perfectly normal.” Mark paused, and then he grinned boyishly. “In fact, stylist, if a client ever asked you to perform a sex act on them, do it. And enjoy doing it.” He turned to the customers. “Ladies, I want you to enjoy yourselves. Have these girls get you off at least once.” The customers, mostly middle-aged women but there was a hot twenty-year old, eyed the stylists speculatively. The stylist giggled, licking their lips.
Mark turned back to Joy, and ordered, “Do whatever Mary tells you to do. No questions.” Joy nodded.
I kissed Mark on the lips. “Thank you.” He was a great boyfriend and understood I had urges only a woman could satisfy.
“Have fun,” he told me. “I’m going to go buy a camcorder, so I’ll meet you back here in a little while.”
“You’re not going to stick around?” I asked. “There’s some pretty girls working here.” I pictured Mark fucking the pink-haird girl while Joy ate my pussy. It was such a delightful image. I could just see his cock diving into her pussy, spreading her lips as the shaft slides in. The way she would moan, enjoying Mark’s cock filling her up.
Mark glanced at some of the stylists and sighed. “It’s the smell. I can’t stand it. Making me a little sick to my stomach.”
“Okay, hun,” I kissed him goodbye. And then Joy was leading back into the salon.
My pussy was on fire and my stomach roiled in excitement, as I followed Joy to a small room. At its center was a vinyl padded table. Hanging from the wall were fluffy, white towels. A privacy screen sat in the corner for undressing. Along the opposite wall was a counter with a sink and cabinets underneath. Joy lit some incense, Jasmine I thought, and the air filled with a sweet, heady aroma. Joy then motioned for me to go behind the screen. Instead, I put on what I hoped was my sexiest grin before I pulled my Starbucks polo shirt over my head, baring my breasts.
“Miss, please the screen is for changing,” Joy gasped, turning away from me. “Once you are undressed, please wrap yourself in a towel.” She walked to the counter.
Joy started busying herself at the counter, opening cabinets and pulling out her supplies. I kicked off my black sneakers and pulled off plain white socks. With a snap, my pants were undone and sliding down my pale legs. I hooked my fingers in the elastic bands of my plain panties and slid them off. My auburn pussy hair was a matted mess. A mix of Mark’s drying cum and my vaginal juices. I adopted a sexy pose, right hand on my hip, left hand up in my head, legs bent slightly and chest thrust forward.
“Ready,” I said. Joy turned and blushed and looked at the ground. “How do I look?”
Joy shyly looked up, dark eyes roving my body. “You are very beautiful,” Joy answered.
“But not hot? Or sexy?” I asked, glad she thought I was beautiful, but I was hoping for some desire from the beautiful Asian.
“Sorry miss, but I’m not,” she swallowed uncomfortable, “gay.”
“You will be after you eat my tasty pussy,” I purred to her and she flushed, looking down again. I licked my lips, she was so adorable. “Why don’t you get naked too.”
“Our stylist keep their clothes on,” Joy explained as she pulled her top over her head. She wore no bra and had small, round breasts, smaller than mine, topped with olive-dark, tiny nipples. Joy froze, realizing what she just did, and covered those beautiful titties in embarrassment.
“Don’t do that,” I objected. Marks words from earlier today came back to me. “Those breasts are amazing. They deserve to be seen.”
Joy slid her hands away, flushing brightly, and kicked off her sandals and started to slid out of her tight, pink jeans. She had to wiggle that fine ass to slide her tight jeans off. Underneath she wore red, satin panties with black lace trim. Finally she pulled her panties off in one swift motion, as if she just want to get her embarrassment over with. I licked my lips appreciatively at her thick bush of wiry black hair that hid her pussy completely.
I reached out towards her, brushing a soft nipple. She flinched as I gently circled the aerola until she was hard and erect. Smiling, I sat down on the padded table and spread my legs, revealing the sticky mess from fucking Mark behind the Safeway.
“I think I need to be cleaned, first,” I ordered her.
Joy stared at the mess and nodded. She filled a small bucket with warm water and added some coconut scented soap. Grabbing a large, soft sponge she dipped it into the soapy water and gently started to wipe the mess from my thigh. The water was warm on my left thigh and she slowly washed her way to my pussy. My toes curled in anticipation and I sighed when she gently started cleaning my labia. The sponge was wet, and soft, and rough on my pussy and I moaned as it brushed my clit. I was so horny from the blowjob earlier and Joy’s naked body that it wasn’t going to be long before I came. Then, her sponge moved off my pussy, wiping at my right thigh and I moaned in disappointment.
“Don’t stop rubbing my pussy,” I ordered in a hiss. “I’m almost there.”
Joy moved the sponge back, rubbing slow and gently on my vulva and clit. Electricity sparked through my body. My eyes drank in the sight of her naked body and I just had to touch her silky skin and her lush lips. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her towards me. My lips found hers and I kissed her passionately, caressing her lips with my tongue before plunging it. My other hand reached out, found her tit, and squeezed the small, firm breast. She sighed into my mouth, and then it was her tongue invading my lips. She started to rub harder, focusing on my clit, stroking the sponge in small circles on my sensitive nub. The pleasure was building deep inside me. I pinched her nipple and moaned into her mouth as I came, wetting the sponge with more of my juices.
Joy kept rubbing, the sponge pressing wonderfully against my clit. I came a second time, harder than the first. My entire body convulsed and a I fell back onto the table. Joy kept rubbing, circling my clit with the sponge. I came a third time, moaning softly. I writhed on the table as pleasure filled every fiber of my body.
“Oh, god, stop!” I beg, my sensitive clit needing a rest. “Please stop.”
“Um..okay…uh…” Joy stammered, breathless, eyes wide with desire. She stopped rubbing my pussy and stepped back. Her entire body flushed crimson and juices matted her black pussy hair. “Just, um, lie back and I’ll … yeah … I’ll start waxing you.”
I was finding flustered Joy so cute. She turned away, walking to the counter. I watched her shapely ass wiggle as she walked. At the counter, she poured an orange, syrupy substance into a tray and grabbed an applicator. “Is this your first wax?” she asked, regaining her composure in the familiarity of her work.
“Yeah,” I answered. It was my turn to feel nervous as she placed her supplies on a wheeled metal tray and rolled it to the bed.
She sat cross-leg on a stool and looked absolutely gorgeous. Sweat beaded on her beautiful breasts, and her legs were long and sexy with shapely calves. “Okay, what type of wax do you want? Bikini, Brazilian, or French?”
“I don’t know what it’s called, but I want my vulva smooth and the hair above my pussy shaped into a cute, little heart,” I answered.
Joy nodded. “Okay, miss.”
“It’s Mary,” I told her. “I think after making me cum, we can be on a first name basis.”
Joy blushed and smiled shyly. “Okay, Mary, I’m going to start to apply the wax.” The orange wax was lathered onto my pubic hair and a squealed in startlement. It was cold and sticky. “This wax is perfectly natural,” Joy was explaining, “made from just water and sugar and a little lemon.” She started applying cloth strips now, shaping the cloth to form a heart. “Now, this is gonna hurt since it’s your first time, okay. Are you ready?”
I nodded and she ripped. It hurt so bad, like ripping a bandaid, but so much worse. I groaned through clenched teeth. Mark better goddamn love this. He better fucking die and go to heaven when he sees me. My vulva was on fire. I gasped in pain as a second strip was ripped out. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, and I tried to distract myself by thinking of Joy’s lips sucking on my clit, nibbling on my labia, and tonging deep into my pussy. Before I knew it, Joy was all finished. She applied an aloe vera lotion to her hands and started rubbing the lotion softly into my vulva. Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.
And then Joy’s tongue was licking at my pussy and the feeling of her tongue on my bare lips was so intense. “Oh, yeah!” I moaned, “tongue my slit.”
Delicate fingers gently spread my labia open and I could feel my juices weeping out, running down my ass to pool on the vinyl surface of the table. I writhed in pleasure as her tongue slid into my pussy, feeling around my sensitive, inner walls. I licked my lips, and started to playing with my hard nipples, pulling and twisting them, adding to the fire burning in my nethers.
I wanted to taste her, to drink her nectar. To share with her the pleasure she gave me. “Climb up and … ohhh fuck … straddle my face!” I panted. “I want to eat you, too!”
Joy pulled her face from my pussy, my juices streaking her lips and cheeks and she smiled lustfully at me. Quickly and nimbly she climb up and that furry pussy descended to my lips. Her wiry hair tickled my nose and cheeks as my tongue found the warm wetness of her hidden pussy. She tasted a mix of tart and tangy, her pussy juices thick and flavorful. My tongue dove deep into her as she began to nibble tenderly at my clit while her fingers softly stroked my labia. I moaned into her pussy, rubbing my nose through her slit as my lips found her clit peaking out of the hood and sucked hard. Joy groaned into me, her teeth gently touching my clit, scraping the sensitive nub and making my insides writhe in pleasure. My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing her cheeks as I devoured her, drinking her delicious nectar.
And then, two fingers slid slowly into me, wiggling about and withdrawing just as slow. Joy fingerfucked me slow and purposefully, fanning my lusts higher. My orgasm built with a burning intensity. I redoubled my efforts, lapping deep into her slit as I moved a hand down to rub her clit in slow circles. Her ass clenched and hips rotated on me. She was moaning on my clit, lips sucking so exquisitely on that spongy bit of flesh. I screamed wordless into her pussy as I pleasure exploded deep inside my womb as I came. Ripples of electricity spasmed throughout my entire body. Joy was moaning loudly into my pussy, and a flood of juices spilled into my mouth as Joy bucked on top, cumming hard as well.
For a moment, we just lay there, faces in each other’s pussies, breathing in each other’s musk. I gently kissed her pussy, tasting her one last time before Joy rose up and turned around. She was smiling broadly, small bosom heaving, and slid her slim body against mine. Her hard nipples dragged across my stomach and up to my breasts, her wiry pubic hair tickled my thigh. She smiled down at me, her black hair spilling around our faces, and bent down and tenderly kissed me on the lips. My tongue traced her red lips and tasted my spiciness on her mouth.
“That was nice,” she whispered and kissed me again.
“I though you weren’t a lesbian?”
Her dark eyes stared down at me and she smiled. “You’re lips were very convincing.”
“Which lips?” I asked. “My mouth’s or my pussy’s?”
“Both,” she answered huskily and captured my lips in another kiss. “And your cute, button nose.” Her lips kissed my nose’s tip. “And your freckled check.” Wet lips caressed my cheek, kissing down to the hollow of my throat. “Those beautiful, emerald eyes.” She kissed my eyelid. “And your hard, little nipples.” I sighed in pleasure as her lips closed about my left nipple, sucking and nibbling.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the pressure of Joy’s lips on my nipples. I wrapped my arms about her lithe body and traced the line of her spine from her neck to the small of her back. Joy licked her way up my breast and neck and up to my ear, her wet tongue sending shivers throughout my body. She shifted her weight as she nibbled on my earlobe and her pubic hair kissed my smooth pussy lips, pleasantly tickling my labia. And then something hard and hot bumped into my clit and we both gasped. Are clits had kissed and it was amazing.
Joy moved her hips again, bumping are clits pleasantly together. “Ooh, that feels good,” Joy cooed. Her dark eyes were wide in awe at our discovery and I was lost in their dark depths.
She started to slowly rotate her hips, gently fucking are clits together. Every time her clit rubbed mine, pleasure rushed through my body. I didn’t know what this was called. Everything I heard about lesbians sex was eating pussy or dildos and strap-ons. But I never her of this clit kissing. I slid my hand down, grasping her small ass, feeling her muscles flex beneath her silky skin. I hooked my leg about her and rocked my hips in time to her rhythm. Her hard clit would slide through my wet labia, kiss my clit pleasurably and then my clit would be sliding through her slick lips. Over and over again, each kiss bringing me closer to the sweet release of orgasm.
I pulled her face down and kissed her passionately and moaned softly into her mouth. Are nipples rubbed against each other, hard nubs kissing as passionately as our mouths. A strong intensity built between us. Joy broke the kiss, staring deep into my eyes and we gasped and moaned. My heart was beating in my chest and warm feelings rose up through me. Joy was moaning my name softly, her hips rotating faster now. She must be as close as I was to cumming.
“Ohh, fuck!” I panted, fingers digging into the meat of her ass. “Harder, faster!”
“Sweet, sweet Mary,” moaned Joy. “Your pussy feels amazing! Ohhh, fuck! I’m cumming! Oh, god, I’m cumming.”
Her body writhed on mine. Her hard nipples brushed against mine and she ground our clits hard together. My body tensed as I neared my orgasm, and I locked my legs about Joys silky thighs. I clung tightly to her as the pleasure of my cum rolled through my body. “Oh, Joy, I’m cumming, too,” I gasped.
We laid on the table, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms, and gently kissing for a few minutes before Joy reluctantly crawled off of me. She smiled shyly at me and started to gather her clothes. I goosed her ass as she bent over, catching a glimpse of black pussy hair matted with our combined fluids.
Joy giggled, rubbing her ass. She found her sating panties and pulled them up her slim legs.
I stood up and admired my reflection in a floor mirror next to the bed. My pale body was drenched in sweat, loose auburn hair plastered to my sweaty face. My freckled boobs heaved from my deep breathing and my small, dusky nipples were hard little nubs. I trailed my eyes down my flat stomach and cute, innie bellybutton, and down to the fiery heart of pubic hair. And below the heart, a tight, girlish slit disappeared beneath my thighs. I looked hot. Mark was going cum in his pants when he saw my pussy.
“You look so sexy,” Joy said, standing next to me, handing me my panties. I smiled happily, getting the answer I wanted from earlier, and kissed Joy.
We gathered our clothes. Then we exchanged phone numbers. Finally, arms wrapped about each other’s waists, we exited the private room back to the main part of the salon and came upon a lovely sight. The customers from the lobby took Mark’s orders to heart. The plump stylist was fucking the handle of a hairbrush into one of the woman’s vagina. Another customer was moaning as one stylist ate her pussy and the pink-haired girl ate out her ass. A stylist was eating the pussy of a customer sitting in barber chair while another stylist made out with her customer, who had shoved her up against the wall. The customer had her hands up the stylist shirt, groping her tits.
Giggling, Joy and I walked through the salon admiring the lesbian orgy that had broken out. We reached the waiting area. Mark wasn’t here yet, and I wondered what sort fun he was having. I couldn’t wait to tell him about Joy and hear about what naughty fun he got up to.
Joy kissed me one last time, “I hope you come back sometime.”
I smacked my lips. “I definitely have to cum again.”

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