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HIRSTMERE HALL: THE FENCING MISTRESS

This is the first in an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

Fantasy

Just for daddy

It’s a warm night and I’m home alone, lying on my bed wearing a black silk nightie and black panties. Thinking about you.. You’d been working away and after 3 weeks we were missing each other so bad. We’d spoken on the phone everyday but it wasn’t the same as being together and we were both frustrated and horny as fuck! Remembering 2 nights ago on the phone, you started telling me how much you were missing having me beside you in bed, touching me whenever you wanted to, but mostly how badly you missed tasting my sweet little pussy. You knew that would turn me on and when you heard my involuntary moan, you knew it’d had the desired effect. You started to describe what you were going to do to me when you got home. As I listened I could feel the heat between my legs, my pussy had started to twitch and without thinking I had slipped my hand between my legs and was just gently running my fingers over my panty covered pussy. I guess my breathing gave me away and you asked me if I was touching myself. I whispered yes.
There was a subtle change in your voice then, anybody else wouldn’t have noticed, but I know my daddy. You told me that I was breaking your most important rule,
“NO TOUCHING YOUR PUSSY WHILE I’M AWAY!”
I started to say I was sorry but you told me it was too late. Your voice slightly deeper, with a firmer tone, you told me to be a good girl and do exactly what you say. That alone was enough to make my already damp panties soaking wet. I love the sexual control you have over me and I did everything you told me to, exactly as you wanted. I listened to you tell me how hard your cock was and how it throbbed in your hand as you stroked it, and listened to your little slut obeying you. You had me finger my hot little cunt til I was just about to cum, and then sharply told me to pull my fingers away. I did as you said but let out a moan of frustration as the orgasm disappeared before it reached its peak. You made me lick and suck my fingers, to tell you how I tasted. You took me to the edge of climax over and over, never allowing me to cum. You knew I loved it as much as you loved having the power over me, and you always gave me the most intense orgasms, as long as I was a good girl…but I hadn’t been, I’d broken your rule and you wanted to punish me.
Abruptly you told me to take my hands away from my slutty little cunt, pull up my panties and pull down my nightie. I was shocked and didn’t believe you were serious, until you said ,”I will be home sometime in the next 48 hrs, sleep now, but from when you wake up you may play with your hot, smooth little pussy but you must NOT cum til I am with you. Goodnight babygirl”, and the line went dead. I lay there for a while, frustrated and upset, you’d never left me like that before, you must be so angry with me and I hated to displease you.
Eventually I drifted off to asleep.
So back to tonight, I’m lying on my bed, music on low, with all the thoughts from 2 nights ago going through my head. I’m determined not to let you down again. I am fully aware that you’d know if I brought myself off and the consequences would be dire. My legs are far apart (no chance of reaching orgasm that way), panties pushed down just far enough to expose my pussy, reaching down with my left hand to open my smooth lips, the fingers of my right hand gently stroking my hard little clit, head back, eyes closed, moaning softly. My nipples are rock hard, my pussy is throbbing, and without realising it I’ve started to close my legs! I’m so close to cumming..I cry out “no!” pulling my hand away and throwing my legs apart just in time to stop myself from disobeying you. I moan, partly in relief, partly in frustration.
It’s then I hear your voice “Hello baby”. I open my eyes and you are standing over me, looking down between my legs, a huge bulge in the front of your jeans. You tell me you’ve been watching me and you’re so very pleased with me. You kneel next to the bed, leaning down to kiss me, my arms go up round your neck, holding you tight as I open my mouth to you. You start to whisper how you’ve looked forward to coming home to your good girl, you know I love it when you call me that, I smile and you tell me again, “you are my good girl baby, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. I knew my good girl would wait for me.”
I can hardly breathe as I listen to you. I gasp as I feel your fingers make contact with my clit, before you pull them away again and tell me “I need to taste you baby”, and you start to move down, kissing all the way to the top of my pussy, you slide my panties right off, holding them to your face, you let out a moan as you feel and smell my sex on them. You pull my left leg toward you, sliding your arm underneath. I watch you lower your head between my legs and then I feel your hot tongue dipping into my soaking pussy, my body reacts to your touch by pushing up to your mouth and I’m not even aware of the sounds I start to make. Your right arm pushes me back down and you use your fingers to part my pussy lips, you expose my clit to you, it’s so hard and swollen. Your breathing is deeper now and you look at me and ask, “Does my babygirl wanna cum for me?” I’m nodding and pleading, “Yes, yes, oh please let me cum for you daddy”.
You smile and flick your tongue over my clit, holding me down as I jerk upwards, then you ask again, “are you sure you wanna cum for me?” Before I can answer you say, “So tell me baby, who does this little wet pussy belong to?”
“It belongs to you daddy, it’s all yours” I gasp as I wriggle around under your arm, but you’re too strong and have no trouble holding me still as you say, “tell me again baby”. I start to tell you again as you begin steadily flicking my clit with your tongue and your left arm moves further up between my legs and you slowly slide two fingers into my aching pussy.
“Oh my god!” I cry out. I know I can’t hold back much longer. I’m telling you that my pussy is all yours whenever you want it, and in my sweetest little girl voice I ask if I can cum.
“Not yet baby”, you reply.
Desperately trying to hold back, I start to beg and plead with you to let me cum. It seems like forever that you thrust your fingers deep inside my hot aching cunt and lick my hard little clit.
Then you say it, “Ok babygirl cum for daddy”.
I don’t even hear the rest of what you say as I arch my back, thrusting onto your hand, as the most intense orgasm I ever experience hits me, my pussy clenches hard onto your fingers, my legs squeeze tight round your arm. I’m gripping your shoulder, the other hand gripping the sheet as I shake and shudder and my cum runs down your hand. You slowly pull your fingers from my sopping cunt and remove your tongue from my now, far too sensitive clit. Very rarely have I experienced an orgasm so intense that it makes me cry, but this is one of those and you climb onto the bed, taking me in your strong arms and kissing my face as you whisper, “come here baby, you are such a good girl”. I look up at you and whisper, “I love you daddy”.
We kiss deeply, and then you’re pushing your jeans off and moving up on top of me, spreading my legs as you get between them. You lean up on your arms, looking down at me, then between our legs where your rock hard cock is throbbing, inches from my pussy. You move forward letting it jab at my wet hole. I gasp and you pull back and ask me again, “Whose hot wet slutty little cunt is this baby?” I tell you it’s yours, it will always be yours and I beg you to fuck me. I know how you love it when I talk slutty to you, and I tell you that I am your slut, that I belong to only you, that my cunt is yours to fuck whenever you want it, my mouth is yours to fill with your hot spunk, but that I need you inside me so bad…please daddy, please fuck your dirty little slut, pound my cock hungry little cunt real hard, pleeeaaase daddy.
It’s all you need and you slam your cock inside me to the hilt, making me scream out “Yes!” You’re holding it deep inside me, looking into my eyes, as u let my little cunt adjust to having your huge cock stretching it. You tell me I’m your little slut and you’re gonna fuck me full of hot spunk and that you want me to suck your spunky cock clean after as I suck the last few drops of cum from your balls. You’re thrusting into me, pinning me down as you ride me hard, saying, “this is what you want isn’t it my little slut? You want daddy’s big fat cock in your tight little girl cunt so I can empty my balls inside you?”
Bucking beneath you, thrusting my hips up to take you deeper each time, my legs wrapped round you pulling you deeper. “Yes daddy, I’m a greedy little slut, I love your cock and I want every solid inch inside me”. You fuck me harder and faster than you ever have. My sex is running all over your balls. I feel your rhythm change as your balls tighten and a low groan starts from deep inside you and load after load of hot thick spunk shoots into my cunt. You keep fucking hard and fast til you finish jerking inside me, then collapse on top of me as we lay still, getting our breath back. You roll onto your back, taking me with you so that you are still inside me, we lay wrapped round each other and soon drift off to sleep with the smell of great sex filling the room.

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The Fisherman & The Mermaid-Chap. 1 & 2

This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please…no…police…no…police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited…and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed…of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry…I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and…felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter…please. Rub them and squeeze them…hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.

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Looking In My Brothers Computer

Looking In My Brothers Computer
* A brothers cell phone camera records ‘things’ the rest of the family would be shocked about…’if’…they knew. *
Glenda……
___My computer locked up on me so I was stuck until I could get it figured out. I just needed to reply to a message from my boyfriend. I was home alone, so I figured I would just go to my brothers computer and send it. I went in his bedroom and he had gone outside quick to talk to some friends.
The monitor was off, but when I turned it on……omg…there was his cell phone picture file staring me in the face.
Oh I knew he was sneaky like guys are, but I never expected this. Guys like to look at girls, up a short skirt, coming out of a shower and any other ‘sneak peek’ they can get. We girls know this and it makes us feel good that they want to see our bodies.
We do temp them with our clothes, short skirts, low cut tops, not wearing a bra to show our nipples….but having our picture taken without our knowledge is going a little far… sometimes. Of course it depends on who’s taking the pictures. Brothers are kind of ’iffy’ in a way, but we even just ’act’ like we don’t like it when they take a picture of us half naked.
Some girls yell: “Mom, Dad, he’s trying to take pictures of me half naked.” In my family my mom and dad would only laugh at me….so I never bothered ratting him out….but now, this was different…..
This was no cell phone camera, it was a spy camera. My brother was a pervert voyeur!…not that I wasn’t ‘a little’ myself.
The picture I was looking at was taken from the top of our stairs. There was a mirror in our living room and you could see two people in a dark corner. It was series of pictures. He zoomed in and you could see it was our mom and my uncle Ted. Next picture he zoomed in closer.
Oh my….uncle Ted had his hand in mom’s panties.
I sat stunned. I never dreamed something like this was going on between them.
Slowly, picture by picture I watch him fingering my mom. Next, her hand had him unzipped and out came his boner. She was jacking him picture by picture. Next I see her face and her mouth went over the end of it. Jack by jack until the next picture showed…cum coming out of the sides of her mouth….
I felt the wetness in my pussy. Those pictures made me very hot. I had seen lot’s of porn, but this was my mom and uncle….the real thing.
I moved on to another file, one marked ‘Glenda’. I gulped and clicked it open. How the hell he got these was amazing.
It showed me naked in the shower, me in my bedroom sleeping naked, me fingering myself in my room! Picture after picture of my tits, legs and ass.
I put everything back the way it was, and turned off his monitor. I quick left the room. I liked my brother and was flattered he wanted these pictures of me, but to actually see them…it was a real turn on knowing his eyes had seen me live this way. His fake ‘always talking on his cell phone’ ploy was up with me now. I didn’t want those pictures of me found. I had to figure a way to get them erased. He liked my body, so I figured a way to use it to get those pictures out.
I put on just a towel only. Lots of cleavage showing. I waited until he came back in his room. I went in. He click off the screen quick and asked what I wanted. “Let’s talk, Randy.” I said. He looked at my tits and slowly took out his fake cell phone camera. We smiled at each other as I sat next to him. He said: “Sure, start talking, I just have to make a quick phone call, but go ahead.”
I said: “Randy, I need to be held, my boyfriend just dumped me.” As I leaned over I let my towel go loose. Now my bare tits were against his chest as I sniffed a fake sob. I lay my head in his lap and looked up. His fingers were busy pushing buttons on that fake phone. He was getting a shot of my naked tits in his lap. I felt a growing lump at the back of my head. He was getting a boner fast in his pants. I wiped a fake tear from my eye and said: “Randy, do you think I’m pretty?” My towel was now part way open showing my pubic hair.
Now It felt like the back of my head was laying on a big rock. His face was a little blushed, as his fingers kept pushing button on the fake phone.
“Yes Glenda, I think your one beautiful girl…and…a….very sexy too!” he said.
I said: “Oh thank you Randy, I needed to hear that.” I reached up and started kissing his face. My towel dropped to the floor. He panicked.
Now he faked a : “I’ll call you back.” but didn’t put that fake phone down.
“Oh Randy….your so sweet…you know I’ve always had a crush on you…I have feelings for you…kiss me Randy…”
He was completely flustered and now I grabbed his fake phone. I stood up naked as he wanted that fake phone back. Now I had him. “Why this isn’t a cell phone, it’s a camera….oh Randy, what have you been doing?….taking pictures of me????…we better talk about this Randy, right now.”
Poor Randy was shook. I felt sorry for him. He was so busted and his world was at risk of being blown apart. He was…my brother and I did have deep feelings for him. He stammered to try and explain his actions and I just kissed him. I felt him relax and his arms go around me.
It’s hard to explain brother and sister love. We are flesh and blood to each other and that is very binding…. for life. We just held that kiss and let it happen.
I said: “Randy, relax. Things are going to change, and I think for the better for both of us. First of all, I know about the pictures you have in your computer. I am very flattered that you like my body…and me.
I’ve got some ’voyeur’ in me too. The pictures that I did see…they gave me a sexual rush. Your secrets are safe with me.” I felt him give out a big sigh and he kissed me like a lover….I got that rush again only way stronger. I was sitting on his lap, turned and laying my tits on his chest….. still naked and that boner of his was under my pussy.
“OK, tonight, I will come to your room and we’ll look at those pictures…together. You can give me all the stories that go with them…ok?” He nodded his head as we stood up. He smiled as I let him look at me all completely naked for the first time. I turned slowly completely around to let him see me 360o. I saw his big boner sticking straight out, tenting his shorts. We said nothing as our hands started feeling us both.
I had to stop myself and leave this event and wait for tonight. I had to remove those pictures of me from his computer and teach him how to really hide pictures from mom and dad to keep them from ever finding them. It took my breath away just thinking about what I was about to see…..
Randy…….
My heart was still beating so fast. Busted with my pictures, but thanks to sis, my secret was safe from others. So much happen in such a few minutes but now my feelings for Glenda were out there for her to know.
I had lusted for her for a long time but the bro. sis., thing just put my urges for her on hold forever…. I thought. Now it’s out in the open and I want to get us alone and let our desires run wild.
She had such a hot body and cute all over. I couldn’t count all the times I’ve wanked real good thinking about her while looking at her hot body pictures. I’ll show her some pictures tonight and get her so hot watching them, she’ll attack me, she’ll get so turned on. I wish mom and dad were gone for the night somewhere. I want to get with Glenda so bad……
Glenda…….
I couldn’t stop thinking about Randy and tonight. He could tell me the details about mom and uncle Ted, how he got the pictures of me and a lot more. My ego was flying with the thought of him being so hot for me. Now I could release my feelings for him I had hidden away in the taboo file in my mind. He doesn’t know my voyeur desires looked it him many times too. I could only take mental pictures of him to finger myself with though. I wanted to get my hands on the rock hard boner he got looking at me.
I’m sitting here on my bed getting all wet. I want to finger myself but maybe he’ll do the fingering of my pussy tonight. Yes…that’s it. He can finger me while I wank him….I’m getting myself all turned on thinking about tonight…..
I thought about uncle Ted and mom. I would love to know how long this has been going on with him and mom. Maybe Randy can fill me in. That night mom and dad went next door to visit the neighbors. That was good, because they all would drink and come home late. I watched them leave out my upstairs bedroom window. I put on just my robe and headed for Randy’s room. His lights were out except for the computer screen. I locked the door behind me. He was standing against the wall waiting for me in his robe. His hand came out and then mine. He pulled me to him with a hot kiss and a tight hug.
It was like lighting a fire. We were free to be together for a while. I had to get him over to the computer to hide that file….but his hand found my pussy and mine found his boner. I got dizzy as his kisses took my air away. I slowly moved us over to the computer. We sat in the two chairs close. My hand on his boner and his finger rubbing my wet slit.
We stopped so he could the show pictures. He put them on auto-show, then back our hands went to feel between our legs.
It started off with pictures of me. I stopped him. I pulled out of my robe pocket a blank disc. “Here, put all the pictures on this disk, then we can hide it in a safe place. While he did that we watched the computer fill the disc. He checked the disk, all was there. He erased the computer pictures. We now watched the disk.
I ask him about mom and uncle Ted. He smiled and clicked on their file. He said is was fate that he got pictures of them. He was just trying out his camera when he caught them having oral sex. We watch them together this time. His finger in my wet pussy and my hand jacking him. The sheer risk of doing this was such a turn on. Our hearing was on high in case mom and dad came home early. Our true feelings for each other were coming out and I wanted to get naked with him and let ourselves go with it.
Now the pictures of me he took. He explained how his camera could slip through a door barely open. Under a door, around a corner and in low light. Picture after picture of me almost naked or completely naked turned him on. They intern turned me on. We were getting hotter and hotter watch them. It built up and he stopped the disk.
He turned to me and we kissed and slowly drifted to the floor. He got on top of me and with our robes open our bodies meshed together with bare skin touching. I was in a new dream world of lust for my own brother. My legs came up and around him. His boner rubbed my pussy and my clit came alive with feelings from it.
We just went for it. I felt the head of his boner slip in my waiting pussy. I trembled as the real thing was happening. He felt so good in me as we began slow fucking. His warm body on me was so heavenly as we fucked faster and faster. Our tummy’s started slapping together as we built up to a brother sister cum. So taboo and exciting. I pulled on him in a heated sexual rush to get what I wanted. We held on tight as a burst of joy hit us. He shot cum in me so strong it made me climax instantly. Our bodies meshed together in the ecstasy of it all. Pulling our joy in tight together. We tried to be quiet, but the sounds just came out. I loved the feeling of my legs pulling on his legs and driving him deep in my pussy. He kept shooting cum with hard bursts in me. I moaned and jerked with every shot…….
I was in another world with him.
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I tried to wake up. I was in my bed naked. My legs spread wide apart. My pussy was soaking wet. My small night stand light was on. Standing over me was Randy on my bed strattling me. He was smiling big with his camera in hand. He whispered: (“…ooooo I got some killer shots of you sis, you’ll like them…”) I managed a spent smile and said: (“Give me that camera.”) We giggled and he said: (“Here, just look at the little screen and push this button.”)
I took 23 pictures of his boner, balls, ass and him licking my tits and pussy. Now I have a disk for me to look at..
when we can’t be alone……

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Coaching, part 2

Coaching, Ch. 2
As Matt walked into the gym to start practice, he felt the knot in his stomach growing larger. He had no idea what to expect after sleeping with his young player, Courtney, after the team’s last practice. He had not received any angry calls in the last two days, so he was pretty sure that she had not told her parents. But, had she told the other girls about it? Would she be awkward around him now? Would she decide that she no loner had to listen to his instruction because of the secret she was now holding over him? Would she try to sleep with him again after practice?
It was that last question that truly had Matt flustered and conflicted. On the one hand, he knew what had happened was very wrong and he knew it should never happen again. On the other hand, he was almost positive that he would not be able to turn down any advances the beautiful girl may make. His attraction to the fit 18 year old was undeniable. And that attraction brought up another question that troubled Matt. Would he be able to control himself to not make an advance of his own towards Courtney? He knew that he should let any initiation of sex come from her end.
The girls began to file in to practice, Courtney at the end of the line of them offering her normal, perky salutation, “Hey, Coach! How are you doing today?” Maybe things would be normal? And as practice moved along, they remained that way. The girls were all focused as they geared up for their tournament that weekend. They worked hard; none harder than Courtney. As practice came to an end, the girls all began to get ready to head home for the night, Courtney included. Matt had to admit to himself that he was a little disappointed as he saw her head to her car and drive off without incident, but he also had to admit that it was for the best. Yes, technically she was 18 and legal. But he was still her coach and her parents trusted him to look after her, just as all the girl’s parents did. “This is right,” Matt said to himself. “We had one night together. It was amazing, but we need to move along and never speak of it again. And most definitely never let it happen again.”
And that was the sensible thing to do. But sensible or not, Matt could not deny the intense lust he had for the girl. And that night, alone in his apartment, he masturbated to the thought of her body riding him long and hard, until he shot his load, cleaned himself up, and went to bed …
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The tournament was going great. The girls had carried over the intensity from practice the day before and now found themselves in the championship game, leading by 5 and needing just one more point to win. Matt had been conflicted all day. He was as intense as ever making sure to do everything he could to help his team win, but he also found himself stealing glances at them all in their tight spandex shorts and form fitting tops. He had always been amazed at the combination of talent and attractiveness each of his girls possessed. As the girls scored the final point to win the match and the tournament, coming together as a group to embrace and celebrate the victory, Matt stood on the sideline happy for the win, but wishing he was able to be in the middle of the group hug.
As the girls packed up and started to head to their cars, Matt headed to the bathroom to relieve himself before the drive home. As he was finishing up at the stall, he heard a lock on the door behind him click. He turned around and standing in front of him was Courtney, wearing just the spandex shorts and her sports bra.
“Did you enjoy the games today, Coach?” asked Courtney, obviously leading somewhere else.
Matt cleared the lump in his throat. “Um…yeah … you girls were amazing today. It’s nice to finally win the whole tournament, huh?”
“Yes, yes it is. I think it is so great that we should celebrate.”
“Courtney, I really don’t think we should do what I think you are getting at. I am your coach. We should keep our relationship strictly to volleyball.”
“Oh, come on now,” she replied. “You don’t really want that, do you?”
Courtney began to slowly walk over to Matt. As she walked, she moved her hands to the bottom of her bra and lifted the fabric over her head, exposing her small breasts. As she reached Matt, his instincts kicked in and defeated all reason in his brain. He reached out towards her, grabbed her hips and pulled the girl to him. He leaned over her small stature and kissed her. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. And he was shocked that she wanted this to happen here, in a school bathroom. But she obviously did not care where her coach fucked her, as long as she got her way. They remained in their embrace, kissing each other deeply and letting their hands explore each other’s bodies. Matt’s hands landed on Courtney’s small tits, caressing them at first and then beginning to lightly pull at her nipples which provoked a moan of approval.
Courtney ended the kiss and squatted in front of her coach. She began to work at his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers, freeing his rock hard tool. As his pants were pulled down, Matt lifted his shirt from his body not wanting anything to get in her way. Courtney reached her small hand up and wrapped it around the girth of Matt’s cock. She began stroking the flesh slowly, watching intently as her hand went back-and-forth over his six-and-a-half inches. After a couple of minutes of the best hand job Matt had ever received, he opened his eyes and looked down at the young girl squatting before him. At that same moment, she looked up and the two caught eyes just as Courtney took the head of his cock in her mouth.
She couldn’t take much of his dick in her mouth as she was still new to this sort of act, but it hardly mattered to Matt. He was enjoying the feeling of her mouth and tongue sliding over his penis. She was working his cock well, her head moving forward and backward, with her hand working the skin that was not covered by her mouth. Matt was enjoying the sensation so much that he nearly let himself go in her mouth, but gained his composure. There was no way that he was going to pass on feeling himself inside her tight little opening.
“Ok, Courtney, you can stop now.”
“Am I not doing a good job? I’m sorry. I haven’t really done this before…”
“No, that was amazing.” Matt had to stop the still na? girl from believing she had done a poor job. “There are just things that I would rather do to you right now.”
That brought a smile to her face as she stood up. Courtney wasted no time in pulling down her shorts and panties. She had been dreaming about feeling Matt back inside of her all week. She had masturbated thinking of it several times each night since they first had sex. One night, when her fingers were no longer satisfying her needs, she snuck downstairs and grabbed a medium sized cucumber from the fridge to slide inside of her. It did the job that night, but was nothing compared to the feeling she remembered of the real thing.
Matt reached between her legs and found her pussy lips already moist to the touch. He slowly stroked around her labia, making sure that she was sufficiently wet as he spread her lips open and found her clit. He rubbed the clit for awhile, feeling her juices run down his hand and wrist. Courtney stared at him in a daze, enjoying the feeling. Matt slid his hand from her pussy up to his mouth and sucked her juices from his fingers. Courtney licked her lips as he did this, which gave him another idea. He slid his fingers back between her legs, re-wetting them. He again pulled his hand away, this time moving two outstretched fingers to Courtney’s mouth. She had a deer-in-the-deadlights look on her face, but as the fingers stopped right in front of her lips, she opened her mouth and sucked on the fingers, just as she had done to Matt’s dick a few minutes ago.
“Is this the first time you have ever tasted yourself?” Matt asked.
“Mmhmm,” she replied with the fingers in lips.
“What do you think about the taste of a pussy?”
“I like it. I don’t know what I thought it would taste like, but it is good.”
Matt couldn’t help himself now. Here was this sweet, young girl admitting that she liked the taste of pussy and he had to push the topic further. “Maybe one night we can involve one of your teammates and we can see how well you like the taste of another girl.”
“Who would you have in mind?” Courtney asked. She was so horny now that she could have been talked into just about anything.
“Anyone you want. Who on the team would you like to go down on, Courtney?” Matt was worried that he may push his luck and ask too many questions, but this was too good to let go.
“I don’t know. They are all so pretty. There are a lot of girls on the team that I would be interested in if they approached me. But if I were to ask one of them, I would probably ask Tara. She is one of my best friends so I would feel comfortable with her. And her body is so different than mine that it would be fun to explore.”
Matt swore he felt his dick grow another inch with that answer. He adored Tara almost as much as he did Courtney. And she was right, the girl’s bodies were almost opposites. While Courtney was shorter at 5’6” and very trim with small breasts, Tara was 5’10” and a little thicker with larger breasts. By no means was she fat; like all of the girls on the team she had a perfectly flat stomach from so many hours spent in the gym running and jumping. She just had more muscle to her. That was one threesome that Matt would be fantasizing about later…
He came back to reality and could no longer wait to have Courtney. “Turn around and bend over,” he commanded the girl. She readily obliged and bent over, sticking her butt in the air and bracing her arms against the side of the stall wall in front of her. Matt approached her bent over body and spread legs, grabbed one of her hips with his right hand and guided his penis to her opening with his left hand. He placed the tip to her young hole and in one smooth motion slid his cock deep into her soaking pussy.
The two took little time establishing a rhythm. He pushed his hips forward and she shoved her ass backwards as far as each of them were able to maximize the depth that Matt’s penis buried itself inside of her pussy. They were slamming into each other at such a pace that the wall of the bathroom stall that Courtney was holding herself up on was rocking with them a little.
“Oh god coach. Please fuck me!”
“I will fuck you anywhere and anytime you want, Courtney. Christ, you feel so good. I have never been inside a tighter pussy.”
Courtney loved feeling the length of Matt’s cock start at the opening to her pussy and push all the way inside of her womb. She felt so full, it was amazing! She couldn’t get enough of the feeling. She loved feeling his pelvis smack against her pert ass. She never wanted the fucking to end and would do anything that Matt wanted her to do. She would ride his cock in the middle of practice if he asked her to.
The fucking continued on. Matt was in a trance watching her ass piston back onto his member. He was staring at her ass so much that he began to look at her pink, empty ass hole just above his cock. He decided to test the girl’s threshold for what she would try. Matt slid his right hand from her hips to her ass cheek and stretched out his thumb to her tiny ass hole. He began running his thumb in little circles around the hole. When Courtney had not protested after a minute, he started to push the tip of his thumb ever so slowly into her ass. He pushed until the knuckle was in and, again, she moaned with approval. Matt pressed on until his thumb was all the way into her butt. “Oh, fuck” was her only response.
“Is that ok,” he asked?
“Yeah. A little tight. But ok.”
“Courtney, I would love to put my dick there. Would you let me fuck your ass?”
“Yes, if you want to, I will let you,” she said with a hint of fear in her voice.
Matt continued fucking her pussy and removed the thumb from Courtney’s ass. He spit onto her ass hole and pushed two fingers inside. He wanted to loosen her up a little to ease some of her discomfort she would feel when he pushed his dick inside of her ass. But at the same time, he was also excited at the prospect of causing the little girl some pain as he split her ass in two. After a couple of minutes of fingering, Matt pulled them out of her ass.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Um, I think so.”
He spat on her hole again and removed his cock from her pussy. He took his cock, soaked in her pussy juices, and lined it up to her ass hole. “This is going to hurt a bit,” he warned her. “Try to relax as much as possible. If you tense up it will be even more painful.” And with that last piece of advice, Matt grabbed her hips and thrust forward while at the same time pulling her back. The first two inches of Matt’s dick pushed into Courtney’s ass, causing her to scream out.
“Oh, fuck that hurts!” Courtney screamed at the top of her lungs. Matt reached around with one hand to muffle her voice. For the first time they remembered they were in a public place and they needed to be more quiet. They held their position, partly so Courtney could adjust to the size of the cock in her ass, partly to see if they could hear anyone coming.
After a few moments had passed and they didn’t hear anyone, Matt asked her, “How does it feel?”
“It hurts so badly. My ass feels like it’s on fire.”
Matt smiled to himself. It had been a long time since he had been with someone so inexperienced, yet also so willing to try seemingly anything. “You will get used to it in a minute and it won’t hurt so badly” was his only answer, and he pushed forward again. Matt no longer cared if he was hurting Courtney. He could feel the cum brewing in his balls as he was fucking her ass. And, as he had told her, the pain subsided and she began to enjoy having her ass fucked. She began pushing her ass back on to Matt’s cock. Matt pushed forward again and began moving in and out of her ass. Just as they had done when he was fucking her pussy, the two began moving in unison as he pushed in and pulled out of her tightest of holes. She was so tight, in fact, that there was no way that he was going to last now. Matt had to cum!
He pulled his cock from Courtney’s outstretched ass, spun her around and pushed her to her knees. He stroked his cock a few times, held it steady, and shot his load all over Courtney’s pretty little face. She opened her mouth and caught a few strings of cum on her tongue. As Matt was finishing, he shoved his cock in her mouth. Courtney sucked on his spent prick, tasting a combination of his cum, her pussy, and her ass.
Matt pulled his dick from her mouth and looked down to see cum all over Courtney’s face and lust still in her eyes. He loved the sight and couldn’t wait to do it again. “How was that for a celebration?” he asked her.
“It was great,” she said. “And as an FYI, I wouldn’t make any plans after practice on Monday, Coach. I have a pretty strong feeling I will need some extra practice.”

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Falling In Love With Kyle – Chapter 4

Here’s the fourth chapter…. Finally! So so sorry for the wait. The next part will be up much quicker… I think. I hope you dig. Comments and PM’s are much appreciated!
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As I finished setting dishes on the table and lighting the candles that stood next to them, I heard a knock on my door.
“Just a minute!” I called out.
I looked in the mirror one last time, smoothing my long hair and adjusting my strapless, shin-length, pink dress. I had another set of black, hopefully sexy, lingerie under it, complete with stockings that showed off my long legs and led down to my black heels.
After I decided I looked as good as I was going to get, I checked the table and made sure our meal of macaroni and cheese, lemonade, and rice crispy treats, all of Kyle and my favorites, was all arranged perfectly, and took a deep breath as I approached the door.
I opened the door and saw Kyle standing in the hall wearing another extremely handsome outfit of a charcoal grey button down shirt, pants, and a pink tie around his neck, along with a big smile on his face, which only got bigger when he saw me. I returned his grin as he pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly and then pulling back to kiss my lips gently. All anxiety I had about the night I had planned was gone when I felt his lips against mine, and a huge weight was taken off of my shoulders.
“You look great,” I said to him with a smile as I led him inside, closing the door behind me. I now realized he hadn’t taken his eyes from me and I blushed lightly as he said, “You look…,” But trailed off. His eyes moved from my outfit back up to meet my eyes, chuckling as he saw my reddened cheeks, his thumb brushing over them. “So beautiful,” He said, finishing his sentence and kissing me again.
I pulled back and he turned away from me and took in my room. The only light was from two candles on the table, and a few strands of twinkling lights I had hung on my walls, reminding us of our first date in the park. He looked at the food on the table and laughed softly. “My favorites…”
I smiled and nodded. “Mine, too. Good thing we both like weird things.” He laughed.
“Are we celebrating something?” I laughed and shook my head, then said, “Just us.” He smiled and nodded as he pulled out my chair for me and I sat down, and then took his seat next to me.
We sat and ate for the next half hour, laughing and talking about nothing important. He didn’t seem to have a clue about what I wanted to do later that night. Some of my nerves had returned, but they were more excited nerves than my being terrified, like I was earlier.
We were in the kitchen, since I luckily had enough savings to afford a larger dorm that included a small kitchen and dining room area, putting away the dishes, when he turned to me and asked, “So, what do you have planned next, baby?”
My heart fluttered when I heard him say that, as it was the first time he had used it. I hopped off of the counter and took his hands, leading him out of the kitchen, and towards my bed.
I took another deep breath, and then stood on my tip-toes to lean up and kiss his lips. He responded instantly, his arms already finding their spot around my waist, pulling my body closer against his. I wasted no time, and was already deepening the kiss as my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt his tongue run over my lower lip and I touched mine to it, which he responded to by parting his lips more, allowing me to slip my tongue into his mouth, moving against his. We kissed passionately this way for a while, but eventually, he broke it, probably assuming I would soon, too.
I tried pulling him back to me, but he resisted, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Kyle… I want you. Tonight; right now,” I whispered against his lips and then glanced up into his eyes, and was met with his gaze.
“Baby… are you sure? I know you want to wait, and I’m fine with it, you know that.” I shook my head and kissed him again, which he let me do this time, and then pulled back again.
“I’m sure. I’m ready, and I want it.” He nodded slightly, but I was concerned by his lack of excitement. It suddenly occurred to me that I was only thinking of myself. I wasn’t worried about whether he wanted this or not, I just assumed he did. I felt my cheek burning again, and stuttered out, “I- I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t realize you… wouldn’t want me.” I pulled back, letting my arms fall from around his neck, embarrassed.
He shook his head quickly and didn’t take his from around my waist. “Are you crazy, Emma? Of course I want you. I want you so much. I just didn’t expect this. And I want to make sure you’re doing this because you want to, not because you think you have to. Which you don’t.”
I looked back up at him. “I want this, baby. I don’t want to wait anymore. I just want you.” His lips were against mine again as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I kissed him back deeply, and finally his lips pulled back slightly, but were still touching. “I want you, too,” He whispered against my lips.
I smiled against his lips and felt him doing the same, before he kissed me again, slowly and passionately. I started to move backwards, pulling him with me to my bed, and then finally he lowered me down on it, not taking his lips from mine and moving on top of me.
It seemed he had the same urgency I did, as his hands moved from around my waist to slide down my sides slowly. My arms were around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, as our tongues touched once more.
His hands were roaming over my body, moving down over my hips and down towards the hem of my dress, pulling it up slightly, but not much higher than my mid-thigh. They moved back up, towards my breasts, but he hesitated. I took my hands from around his neck and found his, moving them towards where I wanted them, and where he had stopped. I felt his smile against my lips when I guided his hands, which I returned by kissing him even more passionately.
His hands gently kneaded my breasts, eliciting a small moan from my lips as I moved my fingertips down over his chest, loosening his tie. I heard him groan quietly as I took his bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently. I felt his hands move away from my chest and wrap around my waist again, lifting me as he pulled us both back up, standing vertical. His hands moved up, finding the zipper on my dress, and whispering against my lips, “May I?”
I smiled and nodded, and felt my dress loosening as he unzipped it. I took a small step back from him, letting my dress slip from my body and then stepping out of it, leaving me in my heels and lingerie.
I glanced up at Kyle to find his eyes wandering down over my body. I bit my lip, suddenly feeling insecure. His eyes met mine again, and I saw the lust I saw earlier this morning return to them.
“You are the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on, baby,” He said in a slightly hushed tone. His arms were back around my waist and his lips were mere centimeters from mine. I couldn’t help closing the space with more passion and urgency than ever before.
My hands were back at his collar, moving down slowly as I unbuttoned his shirt and then pushed it off of his shoulders, revealing his tan and muscular body.
He moved us back onto the bed, returning to his position on top of me again, while we kissed, his hands back on my chest. I ran my fingertips down over his arms, feeling his muscles flexing. His lips began to move over my chin and down my neck. I gasped softly when I felt his leaving gentle bites down my neck. His lips were at my breasts, brushing ever so lightly over the top of them, the skin not covered by lace.
Knowing what was coming, pushed him off of me. He looked confused, and maybe a little hurt. I smiled and moved on top of him, straddling his waist. “Let me go first,” I whispered. His expression softened, and he let me push him down so I could lean against him, our chests pressed together as I began to kiss his neck, like he had kissed mine.
I kissed and flicked my tongue over his warm skin as I moved down further, sucking occasionally. I looked up at him, and saw that he was watching me, the pleasure obvious in his face. “You don’t mind if I leave a few hickeys, do you?” He smirked slightly, not in an asshole kind of way, like Travis would, but in an extremely sexy way. He shook his head. “Not at all, baby,” His voice barely above a whisper.
I smiled and put my lips back on him, now moving down towards his chest, and slowly down his abs, tracing around them with my tongue and lips. I moved so I was settled between his legs and unzipped his pants, slowly sliding them off of him. I did the same with his boxers, and was finally left with just his dick, already slightly hard.
It was quite big, slightly wider than Travis’. And much longer. I bit the side of my lip, thinking about how good it would feel inside me later.
I heard a soft moan come from Kyle’s lips, and looked up, slightly puzzled, as I hadn’t even touched him yet. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re so sexy when you bite your lip,” He said to me, and I laughed slightly.
I leaned down, kissing just above his dick without touching it. I wasn’t sure how good I was at blowjobs, but I had never had a complaint from Travis. And I was much more willing to do this for Kyle than I ever was for him.
I brushed my lips around his dick, slowly and lightly, teasing him for as long as I could. I began to use my tongue, too, and eventually, when Kyle whispered, “Please,” I decided it was time to give him what he wanted.
I let my hair brush over his dick before pulling it to the side and leaning down again. I wrapped my fingers around it slowly, to which he let out a gasp. My lips were moving up and down it, my tongue occasionally flicking over his sensitive skin, and then I finally took the head of his dick into my mouth, tasting the small drip of pre-cum that had appeared on the tip. He moaned, slightly louder than before and I ran my tongue over the underside as my hand rubbed up and down the rest. Taking my mouth off of it, I started to lick up and down; making sure it was nice and wet. Kyle continued letting out moans, getting louder each time. I returned my mouth to the head, but moved it further down, letting more of his long dick slide into my mouth. My hand was pumping up and down in time with my mouth as I sucked hard, my tongue still moving over it. Each time my mouth went down, I slid more into my mouth until almost his entire dick was sliding towards my throat.
“Emma-oh god. Emma, yes. Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.” This was all the encouragement I needed so I forced the rest of his long cock into my throat, holding it there as my fingers moved to massage his balls gently. It didn’t take long for him to be moaning even louder, and to exclaim that he was going to cum. I moved my mouth up and down, making sure my lips pressed all the way against his pelvis each time, until I felt his body tense up, and his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I moved my lips to cover just the head as my hand moved slowly up and down, milking his cock of every drop until he fell back against the bed.
I swallowed what was in my mouth, and then licked his dick, making sure to get it all, and then swallowed that, too.
Sitting up, I glanced at Kyle and saw that his eyes were still closed as he lay back on the bed, his breathing slightly labored. I leaned down and kissed his lips gently, and then pulled back, his eyes opening when I did.
He sat up as well, but only to put his arms around me and pull me down onto him, a smile forming on his lips.
“That was so amazing, baby,” He said, his breathing finally returning to normal. I smiled and kissed him again. He kissed me back, one of his hands finding it’s familiar spot on my lower back and the other moving up to fumble with the clasp on my bra.
His nervous hands finally undid the clasp and slid the straps off of my shoulders, tossing it off the bed. He quickly and smoothly moved so I was under him again, his lips returning to my neck. I kept my eyes on him as I watched him trail kissed across my collarbone, down my chest and towards my breasts.
The nerves returned to the pit of my stomach and as much as I wanted him to continue, I couldn’t help when the words escaped my lips. “Kyle… wait.” I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him so our lips met again. He kissed me, but with restrain. He finally pulled back, and looked at me, his eyes slightly sad.
“Did you change your mind, Emma? You don’t want this anymore?”
“No, I do. Believe me, I really do. It’s just that, you d-don’t have to do… that,” I finally stuttered it out. He raised an eyebrow.
“Baby, I want to. Let me return the favor, please,” He didn’t understand. I hesitated and his expression changed from confusion to understanding.
“Oh. Baby, you’ve never felt this, have you?” I shook my head slowly. He was right; Travis had never done this to me before. No one has. He was more concerned with my ability to give him oral sex.
Kyle smiled and kissed me again gently. “Let me do this for you, Emma. Trust me, you’ll love it. If you don’t, tell me; I’ll stop.”
I thought for a moment. I trusted Kyle. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, and would stop if I told him to. And it’s not like I would tell him to stop once he got started. I imagined my fantasy from the night before that had made me feel so good. I knew that I wanted it.
I took a deep breath, and then, ever so slightly, I nodded.
He smiled and was back over me again, kissing around my soft, milky breasts. His hand cupped one of them, massaging it gently while his lips kissed around my nipple, slightly hard from the attention. His tongue circled around it slowly, making me moan. His eyes met mine, and he apparently like what he saw, because the corners of his lips formed a slight smile as he took my nipple into his mouth. Taking in a sharp breath, my hand found the nape of his neck, holding him to my chest, begging him for more.
After a while of sucking, he switched to the other, making sure it got the same treatment, hit warm tongue and mouth feeling so good against my sensitive skin.
Finally, his lips started to continue further down my body, kissing over my stomach until he reached an area that was still covered. He sat up slightly, seemingly admiring my body. His eyes roamed over it, taking in my wild hair, bright pink cheeks, and even brighter pink nipples. His eyes finally settled on what my black lace panties covered, and the nude stockings that led up to them.
He places his hands on my upper thighs, rubbing gently and then hooking his fingers over the top of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs and finally off. He leaned back down again, kissing above my now-bare pussy and down towards it. His lips brushed down over my pussy-lips but then moved to kiss my upper thigh.
My breathing was becoming heavy and I wanted his lips on me like I had fantasized about last night. I needed it and he seemed content to tease me for all eternity.
“Kyle… please,” I breathed out, and I could feel him smiling against me.
“Please what, baby?” His lips continued leaving soft pecks on my thighs, moving closer to my pussy, but not close enough.
“I want it. I want your mouth on me. I need to feel that. Please,” The last word was barely above a whisper but he seemed happy to oblige.
I felt his lips leave my thighs, and his thumbs brushing over my pussy, spreading my lips apart. I could feel his warm breath against my clean shaven mound, and it was making me crazy. I had never wanted something so bad before.
I felt his tongue trace up the lips, towards my clit, at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, his tongue pressed lightly against it, and I couldn’t stop the sharp intake of breath that came from my mouth.
This sound seemed to trigger something, because as soon as I made it, his tongue began flicking back and forth slowly, but pressed hard against my clit. I felt the pressure on it ease off as his tongue moved down to slowly lick up and down my tight slit, pushing his tongue into it. I moaned quite loudly and his tongue darted back up to my clit, flicking over it again. I felt one of his hands leave my thigh and his finger taking the spot at my slit that his tongue was just in. His finger began to ease into my dripping wet folds as his mouth latched onto my clit, sucking harder. His other hand was massaging my thigh gently, as he sucked hard and slid his finger further into me.
I was moaning louder and louder, gasping his name and begging him not to stop between breaths.
As he began pumping his finger in and out slowly, but deep into me, soon adding another, while his tongue flicked and licked and sucked on my clit, I was almost pushed over the edge. All these sensations were as I imagined they would be last night, only much stronger.
“Kyle… Oh my god, baby. I’m going to cum.” I couldn’t take this much longer. My hand was on the back of his neck again, holding him close to me as my body tensed up.
“Yes, baby, cum for me. Let me taste you.” The vibrations from his voice were too much; my back arched, my other hand was gripping a fistful of sheets and my body squirmed and the orgasm overtook me. I moaned much louder than I should have considering the dorms next to me; it was nearly a scream.
Kyle’s tongue and fingers did not let up as I came; his tongue continued flicking my clit, his fingers kept pumping in and out of me.
When my cumming finally slowed, and I lay back against the bed again, only then did he finally stop. He eased his fingers out of me and I watched him lick the juices from them. He licked up my slit once more, and then finally planted a kiss on my clit before sitting up.
I tried to steady my breathing and propped myself up on my elbows. He flashed me his charming little grin and was over me once again, kissing me deeply.
“Was that okay, baby?” He asked tentatively against my lips. I laughed softly.
“Okay? That was… oh my god. That was amazing, Kyle.” He smiled and kissed me again.
I lay back on the bed, nearly out of energy. He looked at me and pouted.
“You aren’t done yet, are you?” I laughed and shook my head, pulling him close to me and wrapping my legs around him.
“We are nowhere near done yet, baby.”

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New Life in a New Apartment – story 6

As I told you, the last 6 months went by ok. It took that long to sort out all the paper work so my sister could have herself declared an emancipated minor. This all happened around the time my boyfriend’s flat mate moved out. He’d been asking me to move in with him regularly for months, but I couldn’t leave Katie. Now that there was a spare room Katie and I decided to move in with Tom. She’d have her own room and the money from the government meant she’d be able to pay towards the rent. Tom knew I didn’t have a lot of money coming in, just a small grant so he agreed to give me time to find a part time job. He said he didn’t need the money anyway and as I was sharing his room it was already paid for. I convinced him I wanted to pay my share. I guess I was being proud as I’d always found away even if I had been offering up my pussy for money. I couldn’t tell Tom this, so I just said that I’d had some money put away and I’d look for a job part time.
Michael was fine with us moving out. He said he’d miss us but he was happy we were moving on to new things. It didn’t take him long to find someone else. I met her once. He definitely had a thing for young blondes. She looked a little like my sister and I and was 18.
It only took Katie and I a couple of days to get settled in and I felt so much better knowing that the I wasn’t cheating on Tom anymore and he was dead happy when I told him I had decided to go on the pill so he could finally pump his spunk into my pussy. He’d been begging to bareback me since we first started going out. About a week after we moved him I let him pump me with his cum. It felt great letting him fuck me like that. I loved him and the smile on his face with he shot his first wad of spunk into me made me happier than I’d ever been.
I eventually got a job in a bar about ten minutes walk from home. Friday and Saturday nights 18h.to Midnight. With cleaning up I’d normally get home around 1 in the morning. Sometimes a little later.
Everything was great for a fezw months and it’s would be my 20th birthday in a couple of weeks and I was happy. Tom and I were fucking like rabbits. One evening we were in bed, Tom had my legs over his shoulder sand he was ploughing my pussy hard and fast the way I like it. I’d already cum twice and I was on the verge of another orgasm when he started panting and groaning about how tight my pussy was. This really turned me on and I realised how much I really loved him. Then he said,
“You’ve got such a tight pussy Katie.”
I moved my head to look him in the eyes. “What was that?” I mumbled.
“I said you’ve got a tight pussy baby.”
He rammed his dick into me a couple more time, then he started grunting and shot hot sticky spunk into my cunt.
He collapsed on top of me and the wrapped his arms around me. I rolled onto my side and turned the light off. He gathered me up in his arms and told me he loved me, but I knew he’d called out Katie’s name while fucking me and in the dark I cried silently until I fell asleep in his arms.
I talked to Katie the next day and asked her if Tom had been coming onto her. She looked a little cagey and explained that she didn’t want to upset me.
“He asked me if he could fuck me.”
“When?” I asked.
“He’s been asking me for about a month.”
“Did you let him fuck you?” I demanded a tear in my eye.
“No. I’d never do that to you. I swear Lucy. I wouldn’t do something like that.”
She was so sincere that I had to believe her and I confronted Tom about it that very night. We had a big fight about it. He admitted that even though he loved me, he was desperate to fuck her. It’s all he could think about.
“Why do you want to fuck her if you love me,” I shouted.
“She’s so fucking hot. She’s 16 and just legal. Come on baby. I know she’d be up to a threesome if you talked to her.”
I stormed out of the house and went to work. Tom normally comes into the bar when I work, but that night he didn’t. It was a busy night and part of my job was talking to the customers. There was this one black guy in the bar who kept looking over at me, and after the fight I had with Tom I had to admit I was flattered. Tom had spent the last month imagining I was my little sister every time he fucked me and now a guy was looking at me for me. He was 5f10 and had the body of Adonis.
I was working with Lindsey. She was the bar manager. She was 26 and I rarely saw her out of the bar. She was a beautiful girl, 5ft7 with long red hair and pale blue eyes.
The night was coming to an end and we’d called last orders. The last two guys in the bar were the black guy and his black friend.
“Come I guys. Drink up and get out so we can close up,” I joked.
The guy who’d been checking me out stood up and walked towards the bar. “I thought I’d come over here and pretend to chat you up before we left.”
“Why pretend,” I teased.
“I’m only here visiting my friend for the night. The best I could do is take you in the back for a quickie and fuck your pussy off.”
I think I went red as my flash flushed hot. “I can’t believe you just said that,” I replied.
“Like I said. I only have tonight.”
I smiled and carried on cleaning up.
“So how about it. You gunna let me fuck you?”
I laughed. “I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Jay and my friend over there is Mark.”
I shook my head and I saw Lindsey smiling at me. “I can’t. I have a boyfriend,” I replied.
“I won’t tell him. Maybe your friend over there could take care of Mark.”
I smiled at Lindsey and she walked across and took Mark by the hand. She dragged him around the corner, but before she disappeared out of sight she said, “this stays between us.”
I knew what she meant. She had a boyfriend and she wouldn’t want him finding out. That also meant that she’d keep her mouth shut. I walked around the bar and stood next to him. I’d never fucked a black man before.
“How old are you? I asked.
“29. And you.”
“I’m 19.”
“I love teenage pussy,” he said and kissed me forcibly on the lips.
He undid his belt and pulled his zip down. Before he got his cock out, I was already on my knees ready to take it in my mouth.
His semi hard cock plopped out and I grabbed it in one hand and fed it into my mouth. I sucked it hard, taking long strokes and massaging the tip with my tongue. It wasn’t very long, but it was easily thicker than any cock I’d ever seen. I know a lot of girls like long cocks, but I much prefer fat one’s. They fill me up so much more and I knew this cock was going to feel so good inside my dripping wet cunt.
He moaned as I sucked. “Yes, suck that nigger cock,” he groaned.
He grabbed hold of my head and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged a few times and placed my hands on his thighs to try and push him away. I could taste his salty pre-cum as it trickled from the end of his black cock and i mixed it with saliva to get a good taste before swallowing it.
He pulled his cock right out of me and helped me to my feet. He yanked my denim skirt up around my waste and lifted me up onto one of the bar stools.
He looked down at my pussy lips and massaged my clit with th etip of his cock, rubbing it up and down my labia. “I love white pussy,” he said and pulled my panties right off. “You ever had black cock,” he demanded.
I shook my head. “No,” I mumbled.
“Well I’m going to show you what a black cock can do and them I’m going to fill that white teenage cunt with black nigger spunk.”
He pulled my t-shirt off and I unclasped my bra letting my tits fall out. He grabbed them roughly and squeezed them hard.
He pulled me forward so I wrapped my legs around his back. I looked down and watched as he started to push his fat cock into my tight wet pussy. He didn’t push it in though. He just teased my clit with tip.
“Beg for it slut,” he commanded.
“Please fuck my pussy,” I begged.
“I love white slags like you. I love it when they beg for cock.”
“Shut the fuck up and stick the cock in my cunt,” I growled through my teeth.
He slammed it all the way in before pulling it out and then continuing a nice slow but hard rhythm.
“Fuck my harder,” I moaned.
“Not like that. Repeat after me. ‘Fuck my white slut pussy with your big nigger cock.”
I didn’t like using the nigger word. I’d always been told that it was racist for a white person to say it, but I was so hot and horny I begged him while gasping for breath.
“Fuck my white pussy with you big fat nigger dick.”
“White slut pussy,” he repeated.
“My white slut pussy,” I gasped.
“What do you want whore?”
“I want you to bang your fat nigger cock in my white slut pussy,” I begged. “Fuck me like a white teenage whore,” I added at the end.
He picked up the pace, slamming his cock into me. He pulled his cock out, pulled me off the chair and dragged me over to the pool table. I knew what he was going to do. It was a male fantasy to fuck on the pool table. Tom had already bent me over it a half dozen times and fucked my like a dog. Lindsey had even admitted that she watched us a couple of times and masturbated while Tom fucked me. That’s how I knew she was a bit of a tart and it’s probably why we got on so well.
As expected, Jay bent me over the pool table and started to fuck me even harder. My legs went weak when I climaxed and cum started to roll down my thighs.
“Take my black cum you slag,” he screamed and pumped spunk into my cunt. Several hot spurts of cum struck my cervix warmin git from the inside and my pussy clamped around his dick as I orgasmed again. He kept his dick inside me until it went soft and then slowly pulled it out and wipped the cum and pussy juices on my skirt.
When I stood up and turned around, Lindsey and Mark were watching us and smiling. Mark was doing up his belt and Lindsey still had her little black dress in her hand adn her cute tits were out for Jay to see.
Jay pulled up his trousers as I caught my breath and headed straight towards the door. As he and Mark left I heard him say, “White girls are such dirty sluts. They’ll let anyone cum in their cunts.” Then they disappeared laughing.
With Jay cum dripping from my pussy lips, I locked the door while Lindsey poured us a couple of large whiskies. We sat down, still partially dressed and laughed about what whores we’d been. Again promising never to tell anyone about it.
“I still feel horny,” I mumbled.
“You ever fuck a girl?” Lindsey laughed.
“Yes. I replied. “Just the one.” I didn’t tell her that I’d fucked my sister. I didn’t think that was a good idea. “Why?” I smiled.
“Because I want to like black cum from your pussy.”
“OK,” I giggled. I flashed my eyes at her and said, “Pool table.”
She nodded and we ran to the pool table. I jumped on and lay on my back and Lindsey lowered her ginger haired pussy on to my face so I could like on it and she buried her head between my thighs. I lapped at her clit and got a mouthful of Mark’s cum mixed with her pussy juice. I decide, even mixed with Mark’s cum, that she definitely tasted different to Katie. Not better or worse, just different. I shuddered as an orgasm rippled through me and waves of heat rolled over my scalp. I knew Lindsey had cum when her legs gave way and she almost smothered me with her snatch. We left two patches of pussy juice and cum on th etable when we’d finished.
I arrived home just before 2am and took a shower before climbing into bed. I didn’t want Tom to smell the spunk on me. He was still awake and wrapped his arms around me.
“Did you think about what I said,” he whispered.
I knew he was talking about a threesome with Katie and I felt so guilty about Jay that I replied, “I’ll think about it.”
He started kissing me and he said, “I want to fuck you right now.”
Obviously the idea of a threesome had really turned him on and I didn’t feel like could object after what I’d done at the bar so I rolled onto my back and let him fuck me. He pumped a wad of spunk into my cunt and I smiled at the thought of his juice mixing with all that black cum already in me.
I thought about what Jay had said as he left the bar. ‘I really am a filthy whore.’ I smiled, rolled over and went to sleep still feeling a little guilty.

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The Sleeping Poke’mon. Continue. Part 2.

Brock didn’t keep it there, he moved it after a couple of minutes to a tighter spot, he awaiting ass. He got an immediate response as she shot up with pain, apparently she was a virgin there like Misty was. Excellent, two ass virgins in three days.
“AAAAAhhhhhhh! Put it back!” she cried but Brock found her ass a much needed haven for a second Orgasm. Once again beginning his ascension to orgasm by her pounded her ass, again, Literally.
Flowing into the Room Ash removed the covers and make sure it was Misty. Slowing down his movements he took care in not to wake her, just like before. Removing her pants meaning he wanted to cut right to the chase. He pulled them down and saw her gleaming ass in the moonlight of the window. Its innocent nature actually hid the most beautiful and lust after thing of the night, Mistys asshole. He go ready, laying her on her back a little more for a quick insert into the Vagina for lube then the real treat, Ass.
Slowly lowering himself, his rod realized what was about to happen and guided itself to Mistys sleeping self. He went in and felt her warm welcome which she couldn’t control. Moving his cock out, he went into her ass for the second time.
Penetrating with some resistance, he went for the gold. Not caring whether misty would wake up or not he pounded he ass yet again. Ripples came from the impact of going to far into her and so fast. He found her stirrings announcing.
Misty felt something in her, she kinda liked it, a rhythm of sorts brang her pleasure each time it went in and out. She thought she was maybe having a dream about some hot stud nailing her again and reached down with her hand to her pussy and felt it moist. But the Rhythm was still going and there was someone on top of her. She looked behind her as the masked man fucked her ass. From the small light from the halls she identified the man as none other then Ash.
“oooh, Ash! What the fuck” she said, “At least wake me Next time.”
That was all Ash needed, The confirmation of Misty as a fuckbuddy.
“Fuck, your so tight there, I hope I don’t rip you to shreds!” Ash said
“Please do Ash”
He speed up and Misty rose more for better aim and penetration. His cock gild across her clit sending her body into an inferno. Fire raced past her into her brain sending signals only a nice ass fuck could send, Misty felt them and held them all dear as the signals quickened.
Ash felt his cock in heaven and the feeling raced to his mind, he looked down at Mistys face and saw her scrunched up look as she took him hard, again and again, with no objections. Her ears pricking up and hair moving as each blow was delivered into her ass.
Ash’s face soon became scrunched as he felt the feeling of cumming coming.
His penis speed up into her causing increased pleasure and an organism. “Wait” she thought, she just got an Organism from Anal sex? She had never thought that possible. It was just as good, no a little more exciting and dirty then fucking-her-pussy-organisms.
“yeaaaaaaaaaah assshhhhhhh” She moaned as the feeling became quite large with her eyes closed.
Ash tightened and took his last blows on her wonderful ass, then a few more for it load to be fully shot and get the full pleasure from this wonderful sex.
“Teaaaake it Misty, you know you want it!”
Said Ash as he took his final Blow pushing Mistys head against the bed he was fucking her on. Saying in that position he loved every moment of it until her collapsed with his member draining fast. Misty collapsed with him and the two began soft spooning.
Brock felt himself build up again but it would be much slower as he just came into Drunk Nurse joys hot Pussy. Bent over she was being ass fucked like she had been before. (ah the collage years…) with no signs up discomfort or blood like Mistys ass Fuck was. More for him then.
Going in and out he found a wonderful reaction each time he went deeper from Nurse Joy. Her pussy tightened and made his penis welcome each time he did. Also The Drunken Nurse couldn’t stop playing with her Pussy. Her face drooped and smiled each time his member fired into her and out, never reloading. Her legs spreading even wider as she felt her pussy on fire in her Drunken haze. Brock heard her muttering random slang’s as he felt his cock beat her Clit to shreds, making it a runway for his Penis.
Reaching around The Nurse and into her shirt, he took up some boob in his hands and felt there wonderful shape, savoring how much better they feel then in his dreams. His fingers came across her nipples and as he pushed his member further into her he played with her nipples. The nurse wouldn’t even think of stopping this, even though she has no idea who is doing her.
Breathing hard he felt a very familiar urge, stick it in hard and keep it there as he emptied his already empty balls. Feeling the hot spunk once again she felt herself on the verge of cumming but in her Drunken Haze lost her reality and passed out in Brocks arms.
Brock, still having his Dick in her ass felt her start to slip off the counter her head was resting on. He caught her with his arms and even though his dick still draining, pumped her ass a few more times for good measure. He looked at the clock and saw it was 1 am, he would want to fuck in another hour so he took his Worked penis out and lifting her half naked body up over his shoulder, he pulled his pants up and walked to a random room to sleep with the excellent Nurse Joy.
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OLD COUPLE CLARIFYING SEX

An older couple was contemplating marriage. The man was concerned about what the expectations of his wife might be. So he said to her: “Honey, I need to understand how often you expect us to have sex once we get married?”
She thought for a moment and then replied, “In-frequently.”
He scratched his head and asked, “Do you mean this as one word or two?”

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3 Day Holiday

This is my first story. It was written to my girlfriend about how I wanted to spend the upcoming holiday. Therefore it is written as a fantasy hoping to be a reality. Please let me know what you think.

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Control Geek

All rights reserved by the author. Please leave feedback. This will help me write better stories. If I get positive feedback there will be more chapters, that will be more hardcore and will involve more nerds dominating and enslaving more jocks.

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Locker Room Pounding

Remembering that I forgot my jockstrap I head back to the locker room after practice. As I get closer to the locker room door, I hear moaning coming from inside. I pull the door silently seeing that it is open, I quietly sneak in fearing being heard. I walk towards the location of the groans, the far stall. The sound gets louder and louder. I grab the handle and pull. The door swings open revealing one of my teammates, Marco.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Marco yells.
“I just forgot my jockstrap… actually it looks like you grabbed it for me.”
“I saw it sitting on the bench and thought I would grab it for you.” He says
“Thanks, it looks like you did more to it than just pick it up.”
Marco pulls the jockstrap away from his 8 inch boned cock. The head glistens like a lake during the summer.
“I…..I…..I…” he stutters.
“How about we take this to the benches to discuss this further”
We walk out to the benches lining the border of the locker room. He walks with a bit of a waddle which I find out is because he is trying to hold the dildo in his ass. He hands me back the jockstrap.
“I should really tell coach that you are stealing my stuff”
“Please don’t”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to fuck your ass so hard you can’t walk to his office.”
“I dare you”
He grabs my face and gives it a good slap.
“What the fuck?”
“You asked to be punished”
He claws at my crotch like it is just some piece of meat. He rips my jeans off and throws them across the bench, just out of reach. He compliments my package and tells me he is going to turn me into a bitch starting with my junk.
He slams his face on my dick and sucks like a popsicle. Up and down at such a rapid pace his face becomes a blur.
“You like that?”
Breathless, I am able to respond. The guy I had been sneaking glances at for 3 years is suddenly sucking my dick like there is no tomorrow. I couldn’t believe my dreams were coming true. As he sucks faster and faster I can’t help but moan.
He screamed for me to get on all fours with my ass in the air. I got into position and as soon as I got settled he started eating my ass.
His tongue probed in and out of my ass like lighting. I could tell that Marco was wetting my ass, getting it ready for entrance. Just as an intense almost orgasmic feeling rose over me, he stopped and started rubbing the glistening head of his throbbing dick all over my now dripping ass hole. He lined up the head and rammed.
“What the FUCK?” I screamed, pain rushing over my whole body.
“I thought the best way to go was fast, like a band-aid.”
He was wrong. I was quickly getting used to his cock filling my ass whole like nothing but a dick could. He pulled back and thrust again, harder. I tried to keep from screaming but the pain and pleasure made me unable to hold it back. He slaps my ass over and over.
“How do you like that?”
“It feels so good Marco, why didn’t you tell me you were gay?” “We could have done this a lot sooner!”
He pounded and pounded until his cock tensed in my ass. Just then, my ass was filled with warm, gooey boy seed. He let out a low moan like only a man could.
I tried to keep the cum in, there was too much and soon it started to leak all over the bench. Just then another team mate appeared out of the shadows and started licking the cum off of the bench before moving to my still dripping ass.
“You know Matt don’t you?” Marco said, chuckling.
“Where has he been hiding?”
“In the shower” Matt replied “You two have been doing some pretty nasty stuff out here, why don’t we get you cleaned up.”
I got up, sore from the recent events. I entered the showers and reached for the shower handle.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Matt said
“I’m washing off.”
“No, we have other ideas. Get on your knees.”
I crawled to the floor. The piss started to hit my head when I realized what ideas they had. Marco on my right, Matt on the left, releasing the piss they had saved all day just for this occasion. They had planned for this to happen.
When Matt finished he grabbed my head, opened my mouth and pushed his dick in.
I couldn’t believe that the two guys I had fantasized about forever were here now making me their boy bitch.
I had started to enjoy it when I heard footsteps coming from outside of the locker room. I tried to warn the other two but my mouth was stuffed and the moans from Matt covered any sounds I could make. The door swung open revealing the coach.
“What the fuck are you three doing?”
“We just forgot some things in our lockers and got a little side tracked” Matt exclaimed, his dick still in my mouth all the way to the back of my throat.
“Well, mind if I join in?”
“Why the fuck not” Marco said
“You take Marco and I will finish off this bitch” Matt laughed.
I looked over to see coach getting his 10 inch dick slathered on by Marco. This sight was enough to make me cum all over Matt’s feet. He looked down at my face being fucked and asked why I came all over his feet and told me that I would be cleaning it up when he was done. The face fucking for Marco and I lasted a good 10 minutes. By then we were exhausted and wanted to stop but those two told us otherwise. Marco was soon becoming another boy bitch.
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What Daddy Needs 4

Phoebe stuffed her science book into her back pack and then stood up and slung one strap over her shoulder. Outside the door she paused to look at her schedule. She hated the first day at a new school and it was always worse when they came in the middle of a semester. Someone bumped into her as kids moved quickly through the crowded hallway on their way to the next class.
“What do you have now?” a male voice asked close to her ear.
Startled, she took a step to the side and collided with another hurried fellow student. The boy beside her laughed and grasped her upper arm to steady her and pull her out of the flow of traffic. Phoebe smiled at the fair haired boy that had been sitting next to her in Earth Science.
“English,” she said. “Room 238.”
“Murph,” he said grinning down at her. “You’ll like him. Everybody does. I’m Tyler.”
“Phoebe Cashe,” she said extending her hand.
Tyler shook the offered hand looking down at the petite, dark haired girl. “Cashe?” he asked raising his eyebrows. “As in your dad is the new Brigade commander at the base?”
Phoebe nodded as he took her bag.
“Well, come on,” he said. “My old man will kick my ass if I let the Colonel’s daughter wander around school lost.”
He strode off and Phoebe followed him through the hallway back to the main wing. Tyler took the stairs to the second floor two at a time and Phoebe ran to keep up. He stopped in front of the door to her class and handed her the backpack.
“I have social studies,” he said pointing to a classroom across and down the hall a bit. “I’ll meet you back here after class if you’d like to have lunch with me.”
“That would be great,” she said smiling gratefully.
A huge grin spread over Tyler’s face. “Okay. See you after class.”
Phoebe turned to enter her room with a bemused smile. She crossed to the teacher’s desk and sat her bag down to look for the slip that all her teacher’s were supposed to sign. She pulled it out and handed it to the good looking dark haired man sitting behind the desk as the warning bell rang.
He looked up from the papers in front of him, his dark brown eyes sliding down over her before returning to her face. “Phoebe, right?” he asked as he took the slip of paper and scribbled his name on the fourth line.
“Yes,” she said taking the textbook he held out to her.
“I’m Mr Murphy,” he said. “Murph if you like. Jamie. Hey, you.”
Phoebe laughed and he grinned at her.
“It looks like you get a front row seat,” he said nodding toward the only empty desk in the room.
Phoebe sat down and he stood to begin the class.
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Justin sat sat on a stool at the counter chattering about the friends he’d made at school that day as Phoebe pressed the pizza dough onto the rectangular baking stone. She smiled and nodded as her little brother rambled on.
She turned to grab the jar of pizza sauce from the counter behind her and saw her dad leaning in the doorway. “Hi, Daddy,” she said smiling brightly. “How was your day?”
Jake straightened away from the door frame as his daughter got a glass from the cupboard and poured four fingers of Scotch.
“Not too bad,” he said smiling down at her as she handed him the glass. “You’re making pizza from scratch?”
Phoebe smiled at her father’s incredulous tone of voice. “The dough is a mix,” she admitted. “All I had to do was add warm water.”
“How was school, Justin?” Jake asked launching his son into another round of chatter.
Phoebe was just sliding the baking stone into the oven when the phone rang. She turned to answer it as her dad picked it up himself.
“Cashe residence,” he said briskly.
He turned toward Phoebe and she shivered at the tightly controlled anger she saw in his eyes. Silently he held the phone toward her. As she reached for it he let it fall crashing to the counter. She picked it up, watching her dad cautiously as he took another deep swallow from the glass of Scotch.
“Hello,” she said quietly.
“Hey,” the voice at the other end of the line said cheerily. “It’s Tyler.”
“Yes,” she said unable to tear her eyes away from her father’s.
“I know it’s a school night, but a few of us are going to the movies and I was just wondering if you wanted to come, too,” he said.
“I really can’t,” she said. “Sorry.”
Jake drained his glass and sat it on the counter sliding it toward Phoebe. She picked up the bottle and refilled it for him.
“Okay,” Tyler said, the disappointment evident in his voice. “I guess I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hit the button to end the call and laid the phone down on the counter. She glanced at her dad before turning to the refrigerator to get the bag of salad and bottle of ranch dressing. He was still glaring at her icily.
“Justin, go wash up for dinner,” he ordered without taking his eyes off his daughter.
Justin slid off the stool and ran toward the stairs. Phoebe got three plates and salad bowls from the cupboard and sat them on the counter. She started to pour the salad into the individual bowls trying to ignore the cold anger radiating from her dad.
He slowly rounded the counter to stand beside her and set the glass down. Phoebe took a deep breath and turned toward him. Jaw set, she looked up defiantly.
“Boys calling, Phoebe?” he asked menacingly as he backed her into the corner of the counters behind her.
“Daddy, he’s a friend. He’s just a nice guy that helped me find my way around school today,” she said breathlessly.
Jake leaned against her. His hands glided up over the curve of her waist to close over her breasts. “Did you let him touch you?” he asked her, his voice dangerously soft.
She shook her head, wincing as he pinched her nipples hard through her thin tee shirt. He squeezed her right breast painfully as his other hand slid up to her throat to force her head back. She grabbed his wrist with both her hands as his fingers pressed into her neck.
“Who do you belong to, little girl?” he asked, his lips close to her ear, his breath fanning her hair.
“You, Daddy,” she whispered huskily. “I belong to you.”
Jake’s lips brushed his daughter’s cheek before they found her mouth. His arms closed around her and he lifted her off her feet as her lips parted beneath his and his tongue plundered her mouth. Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as hungrily as he was kissing her.
He set her down and quickly turned away when he heard his son thundering down the stairs. Phoebe opened the oven door and reached for a pair of hot pads as her brother burst into the kitchen. Jake handed his son the stack of plates and Justin set them on the table as his dad picked up the bowls of salad and followed after him.
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Phoebe carefully opened the door to Justin’s room and peeked in. He was sleeping soundly, curled up on his side. She smiled and quietly closed the door before crossing the hallway to her father’s room.
Jake watched drowsily as she untied the belt of her short robe and let the silk slide down her arms. She laid over the arm of the chair in the corner before climbing into the bed. He reached for her pulling her down to lie across his chest.
His hands cupped her face guiding her lips to his before he wrapped her in his arms to mold her against his body. His hands glided over her back to the smooth, soft skin of her ass cheeks. Phoebe moaned quietly against his mouth as he massaged the firm globes. She squirmed against him and felt his rampantly hard cock jump and twitch between their bodies.
She dragged her mouth aways from his and he arched his head back as she trailed kisses down his throat and across his lightly furred chest. Her teeth closed gently over one of his nipples and he groaned as she pulled on it before sucking it into her mouth.
Her lips left his nipple and her tongue teased his skin as she slid down his body till she felt his cock between her breasts. Her hands pressed the lush mounds around his turgid member and she began to slide slowly over him. She pushed her chin to her chest and her tongue flicked at the tip of his cock every time it peeked through the tops of her tits.
Her dad growled deep in his throat and began to thrust his hips. She planted her hands on either side of his rocking hips and pushed up. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and started to bob her head up and down.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as her tongue undulated against the underside of his rampantly hard penis.
Phoebe let her saliva drench his hard prick before sliding it out of her mouth. Her fingers closed around his staff and she began to stroke it firmly as her mouth moved even lower. His fingers slid into her hair and he lifted his hips as she sucked one testicle into her mouth to roll it gently against her tongue before treating it’s mate to the same treatment.
Jake’s breath hissed through his clenched teeth as Phoebe stroked his cock, using her thumb against the sensitive underside just below the head on each slow upward stroke. He jumped, his cock jerking in her hand, when he felt her tongue rimming his tight sphincter. She felt the tremors in his thighs as she pushed her tongue against his puckered anus.
“Christ, baby,” he growled as she licked from his asshole to his balls and then up the underside of his cock.
She took him into her mouth again, sucking hard as she lifted her head before pushing down to take as much of his prick into her mouth as she could. She reached between his legs to massage his balls, her other hand closed around the base of his staff squeezing rhythmically as she bobbed up and down faster.
His breathing grew ragged and he moaned her name. She took a deep breath through her nose and pushed down on his thick, hard cock, her eyes watering as the spongey head touched the back of her throat. She lifted her head and then plunged down, deep throating him again.
“Oh, fuck. Baby, I’m gonna cum.”
She felt him swell and his balls tightened in her hand as they pumped his semen through his pulsing cock. As she swallowed the first blast, Jake felt the muscles in her throat squeeze the head of his cock and his hips jerked violently as he errupted into her mouth again. Phoebe held the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked vigorously as she pumped her hand up and down the shaft rapidly to milk him dry.
Jake wound his fingers into his daughter’s hair as she continued to suck and stroke him through an explosive orgasm. “Phoebe,” he moaned, his body quivering as his penis began to soften in her hand. “Baby, stop.”
He pulled her up so she was lying on top of him. Holding her head firmly in his hands he kissed her deeply. Rolling onto his side he pulled her close and gently stroked her hair back from her face. Phoebe smiled contentedly and snuggled against him.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said as her fingers traced slow circles on his chest.
“I know you do, baby,” he said kissing her forehead. “I love you, too.”
“We should do something this weekend,” she said drowsily.
“Something like what?” Jake asked pulling her closer.
“I don’t know,” she murmured. “Camping maybe. Justin would like that. We could go somewhere close by. Head out as soon as you get off on Friday.”
“Sounds good,” Jake said kissing her softly. “Not Friday, though. I have date.”
Phoebe pulled away from him abruptly, sitting up on her knees to stare down at him incredulously. “A date?” she said as though she couldn’t possibly have heard right.
“Lorraine,” he said. “She’s works on the base.”
“No,” Phoebe said shaking her head.
Jake reached for her and she pushed his hands away. “Don’t be like that,” he warned reaching for her again.
Phoebe ignored the hint of anger in her father’s voice and slapped his hands away. “You think you’re going to fuck some townie slut then come home and fuck me?”
“I think I’ll fuck her and not come home that night,” he said angrily as she slid toward the edge of the bed. His hand shot out and closed around her arm, dragging her back. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Phoebe struggled as he pinned her beneath his body. “Let me go, Daddy. I’ll scream until Justin wakes up.”
“Then the boy’s going to get a hell of an education,” Jake growled grinding his nearly erect cock against his daughter’s silky thigh.
“No,” Phoebe said obstinately clenching her legs together as her dad tried to slide a hand between them. “If you’re going to start dating we’re through.”
His laugh was hard and unpleasant. “We’re not through, Phoebe,” he promised fiercely. “We’re not ever going to be through.”
Phoebe stopped struggling. Jake looked down at her warily as tears welled up in her eyes. She choked back a sob and he groaned lowly.
“Don’t, baby,” he pleaded rolling to his side and gathering her into his arms.
“What do you need that I’m not doing for you, Daddy?” She asked with a quiet sniffle.
He shook his head not knowing how to explain it to her. “You and Justin need a mom,” he finally said. “Just listen to me,” he said as she started to shake her head.
Phoebe held still and fixed her gaze stonily on the wall behind his shoulder.Jake sighed and continued. “Baby, you know how much I love you. Nothing is ever going to change that, but we need someone to take care of you and Justin. Someone to take . . .” his voice trailed off.
“What?” Phoebe asked turning her eyes back to her father’s.
“People talk, Phoebs,” he said quietly.
Her lips formed a silent O. She thought for a moment. “It doesn’t mean I have to like her.”
Jake sighed in relief and leaned over her to press his lips against hers as his hand slipped between her thighs. Phoebe pulled away from his kiss.
“I’m not going to be nice to her,” she told him firmly.
Jake laughed and shook his head. “Of course not,” he said grinning as he captured her lips again.
She moaned as he positioned himself between her thighs and rubbed the bulbous head of his hard cock between the lips of her wet pussy, jumping a little when he stroked her clit with it. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels pressing into the firm cheeks of his ass.
“Daddy,” she panted. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”
He pushed into her slowly sinking his cock balls deep into the warm, velvet sheath of her tight, young cunt. He pressed kisses against the side of her neck as he thrust in and out. She caressed his short hair and rotated her hips as she rocked up to meet his slow, steady strokes.
“it doesn’t matter, who you find,” she whispered confidently against his ear. “She’s never going to feel as good to you as I do.”
Jake murmured his agreement against the tender skin of her throat. He lifted his head to look into her eyes as his tempo increased. Phoebe held his gaze, her lips slightly parted, her breathing quickening with his rhythm.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck me hard and make me cum.”
He pushed up on his arms and pounded into her petite body. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side whimpering as she felt her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. She clutched at the sheets, twisting them in her hands.
Something primal took over and she grasped her father’s ass, squeezing his cheeks and pulling him deeper, wanting to feel her lover‘s cock against the mouth of her fertile womb. Jake’s breathing grew ragged and he felt his balls draw up and tighten in preparation to unload in his daughter’s grasping, sucking cunt.
“Gonna cum. Uh huh . . . Uh huh. Gonna cum,” she panted.
“Do it baby,” he growled. “Cum for Daddy.”
Phoebe bucked wildly beneath him and slid her hands over his clenching ass. She pulled the rounded cheeks apart, squeezing them rhythmically as he fucked her hard. He felt her fingers slide into his ass crack as his hips rose and fell driving his cock into her faster and faster.
Her body tensed and her pussy spasmed, gripping his cock tightly inside her, rippling over his rigid member. She thrust up against him, her hands holding him firmly against her body as she writhed beneath him. She pressed the tip of one forefinger against the puckered ring of his anus and he grunted as she pushed it into him.
The tip of her finger slid against his prostate and light exploded behind his eyes as everything in his balls rushed through his pulsing cock to errupt into Phoebe’s still convulsing vagina. Her eyes flew open wide and she threw her head back, arching her body impossibly as the force of Jake’s semen splashing against her cervix drove her higher on the cresting wave of her own orgasm.
He collapsed onto her and she held him tightly as their heartbeats calmed and their breathing returned to normal. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms. She pressed herself against his side, her head resting on his chest.
“I have never cum like that before in my life,” he said quietly as he rubbed her back.
He looked down at her when she didn’t answer, a slow grin spreading accross his face. She was already asleep.
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Phoebe shifted restlessly on the sofa She couldn’t concentrate on the stupid movie her little brother had chosen anyway and Justin’s constant chatter wasn’t helping. She prodded him with her foot.
“Shut up,” she snapped.
Justin looked at her with wounded brown eyes and she instantly felt bad. It wasn’t his fault she was in a rotten mood. She glanced at the clock on the wall above the TV again. Only an hour and a half had passed since her dad had left to pick up his date. Not even enough time to finish their dinner.
She opened her arms to her baby brother. “Cuddle puddle?” she offered.
Justin grinned and fllung himself on top of his sister. She grunted as he landed heavily, knocking the breath out of her. A bigger than most boys his age, at ten years he was already taller than her 5’ 2”. Phoebe groaned loudly as he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.
“Jesus, Justin,” she exclaimed, “you’re going to crack my ribs.”
“Sorry,” he said loosening his grip and settling comfortably against his sister’s side.
Phoebe stroked his glossy brown, shoulder length hair as he laid his head against her chest. She watched his face as he stared intently at the movie that couldn’t hold her attention. She smiled tenderly when he squirmed and his hand went to his crotch to adjust himself. His hand stayed there for a moment pressed against his penis.
When he moved his hand again her eyes widened slightly at the small bulge forming under his basketball shorts. Lying in her arms with his head resting on her breast was making her little brother hard. Phoebe felt a familiar tingling low in her abdomen and her breathing quickened.
She bit her lip unable to believe what she was thinking. Her hand resting against her brother’s stomach slipped a little lower. She felt the muscles beneath her fingers tense and Justin’s chest started rising and falling more rapidly.
“Justin,” she said softly.
He turned his face up to look at her when she spoke, the point of his chin digging into the soft flesh of her breast. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment.
“Do you remember the night of my last birthday?” she asked watching his eyes intently.
Justin nodded eagerly. It was practically all he’d thought about for the last three months. His sister’s hand stroking his hard cock and watching her head bob up and down until she’d made him cum in her mouth. That and how to get her to do it again.
“Did it feel good?” she asked letting her hand move slowly down to rest over the bulge in his shorts. She felt his cock jump when she touched it and she looked a little surprised. He was definitely bigger than the last time she‘d touched him this way.
“It felt better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life,” he breathed humping against her hand.
“Do you want to make me feel good, too?” she asked as she began rubbing him lightly.
Justin nodded vigorously. “Anything,” he said breathlessly.
“It’s going to feel good for you, too,” Phoebe promised settling onto her back.
She spread her legs, one foot planted firmly by her ass, the other leg draped over the back of the sofa, and reached for him again. “Come kiss me, baby.”
Justin laid on top of her and pressed his lips against hers as her rubbed his hard on against her crotch. Phoebe cupped his cheeks and moved her lips gently beneath his. His hands clenched around fistfuls of her tee shirt.
“Open your mouth, Jay,” she said huskily. “I want to show you something.”
His lips parted and she thrust her tongue gently into his mouth and swirled it against his. He moaned softly, His lips imitating the movements of hers as he returned her kiss. Her hands glided down his back as he dry humped her pussy. Her hands grasped his ass and pulled him tightly against her.
Justin grunted loudly and she felt his cock jerk and spasm as his cum spurted into his shorts. He lifted his mouth from hers to look down at her with wide, clear eyes. “Sorry, Sissy,” he panted, reverting to his baby name for her. “That wasn’t supposed to happen yet, was it?”
Phoebe smiled tenderly and stroked his hair. “It’s okay. Take your shorts off.”
Justin obeyed, his eyes growwing even wider as he watched his sister lift her hip to push her jeans and panties down before settling back to pull them off completely. She dropped them in a pile on the floor then pulled the hem of her shirt up to expose her full, firm young breasts.
Justin lowered himself onto her and kissed her again pushing his tongue into her mouth without her instructing him to this time. Phoebe slid her hands under his shirt and caressed his smooth back. He began to gently thrust his flaccid penis against her belly.
“Baby, I want you to lick my nipples,” she moaned.
Justin slid down her body to do as she requested, eager to please her. Her nipples hardened quickly under his enthusiastic ministrations. She slid her fingers into his silky hair,
“Now suck it,” she said, drawing her breath in sharply as he latched on and began to nurse fiercly at her swollen nipple. She moaned softly and started rocking her hips against her rapidly stiffening cock.
She reached between their bodies and closed her fingers around his rigid penis, stroking him a few times before guiding the head to the opening of her wet vagina. “Push it in,” she said, her hands closing over his buttocks to urge him on.
He thrust into her warm, tight cunt and she felt him bite down on her breast. She goaned loudly as he began to pump into her as fast as he could. He pushed up on his arms, his head hanging down as he watched his cock thrust in and out of his sister’s body. He looked up into her eyes, and she stroked his soft cheek with one finger.
He leaned down and kissed her as he continued to fuck her fast and hard. He lifted his head, his breath coming in panting gasps. Phoebe rocked her hips to meet his thrusts holding him as his orgasm built to a critical point.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Phoebe,” he grunted loudly as his balls let loose another blast of semen.
He shivered and continued to thrust into her as his testicles emptied. Phoebe ran her hands frantically up and down his back anticipating his withdrawal before she had time to reach her own orgasm, but he kept pounding his cock into her and she realized with a little jolt that he wasn’t going to stop.
“Slow down, baby brother,” she said breathlessly.
Justin nodded and tried to comply. His strokes grew shallow and quick as he pushed in deep and rocked his pubic bone against her engorged clit. She felt him trembling in her arms.
“It’s still hard,” he said hoarsely, his voice sounding as surprised as she had felt.
She nodded wordlessly, feeling her orgasm beginning to build.
“It f f feels too good,” he stuttered.
“Uh huh,” she murmured pressing her fingers firmly into the small of his back. “Justin, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”
His wide eyes fixed on hers and he rocked into her body a little faster.
Phoebe arched against him and groaned loudly as her orgasm crashed down on her sweeping her baby brother along with her. Justin grunted as her cunt clamped down on his hard cock, the spasms rippling through the velvety walls of her warm vagina milking what little he had left to offer from his young balls.
He laid in her arms trembling as their breathing returned to normal and his penis shrunk and softened falling out of her drenched pussy. Finally, with a deep, shuddering breath, he lifted his head and looked at her with wonder filled eyes. Phoebe smiled softly as she continued to stroke his back.
“Can we do this again?” he asked hopefully.
His sister nodded and he leaned down to kiss her gently.
“Daddy can never know, though,” she cautioned. “He’d kill me if he ever found out.”
Justin nodded solemnly. “I won’t tell anybody,” he promised.
She smiled at him. “Go wash up and get ready for bed,” she said giving him a quick kiss. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
He jumped up and grabbed his discarded clothes before heading for the stairs. Phoebe dressed and straightened the cushions on the sofa before following.

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