BBW threesome

by Mae20

Introduction:
I am a 20y/o chubby BBW college student who just recently had my first threesome with a couple from Craigslist. I loved it and I thoughts other might too.
I am 5’5″, brown hair, blue eyes, you can call me Mae, and actually I’m quite pretty, except for the fact that I’m over weight. I’m one of those girls that always gets the “you’d be so pretty if you lost weight” backhanded compliment. So I’ve never gone out with anyone or had sex with anyone, boy or girl (I’m bisexual). Which is a huge issue because I get horny so easily. Everyone thinks I’m so innocent but goddamn do I want to have sex. Sadly I’m too shy to come on to people that I’m unsure of whether they are into big girls or not and it’s hard finding out if they are up for some good friends with benefits stuff. So I turned do Craigslist.

Yeah I know it’s not always safe but I knew how to handle it. I put a few ads up looking for a man or woman down for some fun with a BBW and soon got some replies. I weeded out the sketchy people, and the people that were into things that I’m not really for (BDSM, watersports, etc), and that’s when I came along a nice couple.

28y/o BBW wife (Lisa) and her 30y/o chubbish husband (Mica) contacted me and said they were looking for a friend with benefits for them both. After some discussion, info exchange and pictures I decided I wanted to get to know them. We started texting and sending more pictures. Mica really loved sexting and I was okay with that, nothing gets me more turned on then hearing what he’s gunna do to me. He sent me pictures of his dick and I was pleased to see that it was a nice thick 7 inch cock. Of course a little was hidden under his tummy but that’s okay. Lisa didn’t text as much but when she did, it was pictures and videos of her and Mica fucking like crazy.

This couple were exactly what I was looking for, they accepted the fact that even though I had never been with another person that they didn’t have to go easy on me. I’ve been using dildos on my pussy and ass for years and liked it hard. So the moment they asked to meet up I jumped on the chance.

It was a Friday night after I got done classes. I showered and shave and put on a cute dress and then I anxiously waited until the time they said they would pick me up at my dorm since I do not have a car on campus. When they arrived and waved me down excitedly, Lisa got out of the car and gave me a big hug. This shocked me a little because I’m not a big hugging person but that’s nothing compared to how close we were going to get soon.

To my surprise Lisa sat in the back of the SUV with me and once we were situated Mica pulled away from the campus, starting the 25 minute drive back to their place. For the first few minutes they chatted with me about everyday things, and that they were so happy when I replied to their email. They asked if I was nervous, and told me there was nothing to worry about. Then suddenly the mood changed a little.

Lisa began moving a little closer to me and put her hand on my thigh. “Mae, we’re so excited to show you the pleasures of being with another person. Mica and I kept getting so turned on talking about all the things we’ll do.”

As she talked she began stroking my leg reassuringly. “Mica and I really want to get to know you, and so far you seem like such a wonderful girl.”

Lisa hand got closer and closer to my crotch as she spoke until she was barley brushing it. Seeing as I did not make any move to stop her, Lisa’s hand went under my dress and began running up and down my inner thigh. I was slightly shocked, not expecting anything to happen so soon, but I did not protest. This was really turning me on.

Instinctively opening my legs a little wider as she got closer to my pussy, Lisa’s hand finally had more access and reached my underwear where she gently rub against my clit. The anticipation and waiting made me gasp a little once she did touch me which made Lisa pause for a moment.

Quietly she asked me “Is this okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

I quickly told her “Oh it okay, I’m fine… Just not used to it… But it feels good.”

Looking relieved Lisa began slowly rubbing my clit through my underwear again, this time with a little more pressure. By then I was so excited that my clit wasn’t hard to find. Feeling good, I opened my legs again wider, and this gave Lisa more room to rub my pussy at full. She flicked, and gently pinched my clit, then would rub my pussy lips, putting in enough pressure to find my now wet hole. As I began soaking through my underwear, Lisa pushed them to the side and slowly started rubbing my pussy directly. The touch of another person hitting all my sensitive spots got me really hot and I began to breathe heavily as she played with my clit and started dipping her finger tips into my hole every few seconds.

With in minutes I was moaning quietly, happy from how things were turning out so far. I noticed Mica watching from the review mirror and smiling as his wife got me off. It wasn’t enough for me though, and I think Mica could tell because soon he asked “Do you feel good Mae?” To which I left out a soft yes, and he replied “Do you want more?”

I quickly nodded and looked at Lisa hoping she understood. She did.

Pulling her hand away, Lisa scooted away slightly, then asked me to re-position myself so that my back was leaning against he car door, and my legs slightly draped over Lisa’s. I lifted my butt in the area slightly as she began taking off my undies, and let her slip them off and on to the SUV’s floor. With one leg positioned on Lisa’s lap and another hanging off the side of seat, she had full access to my pussy. Once comfortable, Lisa began stroking my pussy again, but this time once she began dipping her finger tip into my hole she didn’t stop. From all her working, her middle finger slid right in and wiggled around gently.

She pumped her finger in and out until she felt like I was ready for another finger. Pulling almost all the way out, Lisa inserted both her ring finger and middle finger this time, and began making the coming her motion with her fingers. With this she stroked a really sensitive area and I let out a gasp of pleasure.

“You like that spot don’t you?” She asked as she started fingering me, rubbing up against that spot every chance she could.

It felt so good, her fingers were long and thick, and I didn’t think it could get much better… until she inserted a third finger. With this I felt my pussy stretch a little wider, and she begin thrusting and twisting her fingers. She laid her other arm on my stomach and began using her left hand to rub my clit as her right hand finger fucked me faster and harder than before. As Lisa finger my pussy, my breathing grew shallower and I knew I was about to be hit with my first wave of pleasure.

I closed my eyes tightly and grabbed Lisa’s leg and the car seat. Lisa felt my sudden clench on her fingers and started hitting that spot again hard and fast.

“Cumming? You gunna cum all over?”

“Yes.” I gasped, “I’m gunna cum. I’m gunna cum.” I began thrusting my hips to match her fingers, whimpering with pleasure as she brought me to climax. Letting out a small scream, I came all over her fingers, and collapsed in the seat.

“That’s what I like to hear” Mica called up front.

Lisa pulled out her fingers, and gave me a moment to just lay there, catch my breathe and take in what just happened. Once my breathing was even, Lisa gave a small smack to my pussy, which made me jump and laugh.

With that I sat up and fixed my dress, still glowing from feeling so good.

Lisa, Mica and I took the last few minutes of the car ride to chat, and clean up before arriving at their place.

Once we were there, Lisa and Mica took me up to their apartment and said I could grab a seat in the living room. Once I got comfy Lisa and Mica gave me a drink and sat around me. We listened to music, talked about life, and our interest. It was an enjoyable chat, I really liked their personalities, they made me feel comfortable and joyful to be there. But soon enough, I noticed the change in atmosphere and the looks in Mica and Lisa’s eyes, the same ones right before Lisa fingered me. This got me all excited again.

This time Mica was making the first moves. He moved closer and began kisses my neck, which is a total weak spot for me. As he kissed my neck, his hand slid under my dress and bra, and began playing with my breast. He sucked and kissed my neck moving down to my collar bone sending shivers of excitement down my body. As he groped my left boob, pinching and flicking the nipple, I notice Lisa slowly stood up and went into another room. I was curious, but not enough to make Mica stop. Especially Mica’s hand that was playing with my breast made its way down to my bare pussy (left the under wear in their car) and began pushing his fingers in my hole.

I was still wet from the car ride, and two of his fingers went in nicely but it was still such a different feeling. His fingers were thicker and rougher than Lisa’s, they reached even farther, easily touching my favorite spot all over again.

Mica went slow and steady, asking “Do my fingers feel good, you like getting fucked by my fat fingers?”

I moaned and nodded and held his arm as his big fingers penetrated me. He kept going, and I was getting the urge to ask for more, when he slowly pulled them out.

I was definitely disappointed, but before I could protest Mica stood up and motioned for me to follow him. I was so horny so I followed him without question. We went a few doors back and found Lisa standing naked in their bedroom. She was going through her drawers and taking out many sex toys hidden away. Mica knelt on the bed and motioned for me to come over and lay down on my back. I did as he said and carefully laid down on the bed, my heart beating with nervousness and excitement.

Mica began pushing up my dress so that my lower half was in full view, and seemed to enjoy the sight as he took off his pants and boxes to reveal his big dick already erect. Standing up next to the bed, Mica began stroking his cock and asked me “You said you were on birth control correct?”

“Yes”

“Can I go bareback then?”

This excited me, hearing that sex without a condom felt better for both the woman and the man I quickly replied, “Of course.”

Mica smiled and patted the edge of the bed, “Mae can you move your ass to the edge here?”

I did as Mica said, knowing exactly what he was getting ready for. Lisa joined us on the bed but still kept her distance as she leaned again the head board and began using a toy on her clit as she watched us.

Standing between my open legs, Mica stroked his cock, began fingering me again, twisting them around and making sure I was nice and ready.

Lisa was starting to get into too and demanding Mica around playfully. “Come on baby, you gunna fucked her nice young pussy? Come on, fuck her hard. You heard her in the car, she’s ready.”

Ready I was, and to my pleasure Mica and pulled out his fingers, and began lining up his now fully erected penis. It was just a big as I remembered seeing in the pictures, and I couldn’t wait to get fucked by it.

Once the tip of the head was at the entrance of my hole, Mica began pushing. A rush of pleasure came over me as his big cock slowly started going deeper and deeper in. When his dick was a few inches in, he pulled all the way back out, lined up again and pushed back in, this time with a little more force.

Slowly he began thrusting, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. It didn’t hurt, but I knew Mica was being careful not to push me too far for my first real penis. He continued this until until his cock hit my deepest parts.

“I’m all the way in Mae. How does it feel?”

Smiling I said, “Fantastic, it feels so good, and your dick is so thick.”

“Are you ready for more?”

As soon as I nodded, Mica began thrusting using his full length. Still taking it steady he pumped in and out, grinding his dick against the walls of my vagina every time he pulled out. Suddenly he stopped, and I gave a small whimper of protest, but fortunately he wasn’t done.

Patting my legs to one side, Mica asked, “Can you turn over and get on all fours?”

I complied happily, excited to try a new position and determined to be fucked again. As soon as I tuned over, I brought myself to the edge of the bed again, and wiggled in anticipation. After spreading my legs some so that my pussy dipped to line up with his cock, Mica found my hole and began pushing in. The deeper he got, the more I realized this was a whole new feeling, his dick seemed to be touching all new areas.

To my surprise and utter enjoyment, Mica didn’t take it as slowly this time, and as soon as he had his full length in me, he began a steady thrusting motion. I moaned and squeaked as he fucked me doggystyle. After two or three minutes of thrusting and grinding, my body started screaming for more. Feeling his dick hit me deep inside and stretch my nice wet hole, I knew I wanted more.

Still unsure of how to go about this, I mustered up the courage and made a small plea, “Harder…please.”

I don’t believe Mica heard me, but Lisa who was enjoying the scene did. She quickly began urging me to speak up. ” You want it harder? Come on, you gotta say it louder. Tell him how you want it, tell him what your slutty hole wants.”

I was super embarrassed, but all reason was lost and she was right. I was so wet, and it felt so good but I wanted more. So louder this time I said “Mica, please fuck me harder. I need it harder.”

I think he was holding back, because as soon as he heard my plea, Mica grabbed my chubby waist tightly, and did exactly as I asked. He fucked me HARD. He was now holding me tightly in place as he slammed his dick in me. I began letting out little screams every time he slammed his big cock deep in my pussy, and heard a nice slapping sound every time Mica thrust deep inside. He continued pounding my pussy relentlessly, even when my arms gave out and only my ass was still in the air. This seemed to give him even more incentive as he put more of his weight into each thrust.

At this point I was moaning and making noises I thought only people in porn videos make.

Lisa was watching her husband pound me into submission as she fucked her pussy with a dildo. At this point she was ramming the dildo in and out of her own pussy, screaming out obscenities as she started to reach her climax. I could not pay much attention to Lisa though, as Mica was also coming to a finish.

By this point, Mica had been fucking me so hard that I was moving farther and farther from the edge of the bed. Instead of stopping and moving me back, Mica stepped on the bed, put his weight on me, and began fucking me while standing above me.

“Oh fuck! Mae… i’m going to cum! I’m going to cum in your fat pussy!”

I felt Mica’s dick become larger and harder. His thrust even more aggressive. He was pounding me into the bed, and I could no longer keep my hips raised with the force and weight of each thrust. I was moaning and whining in a weird pleasurable pain, and finally screamed when with one last thrust he buried his cock deep in my pussy and came.

The sensation was amazing as I felt his cum pour inside. With a few more small thrust, he released the rest of his load in me then pulled out to lay on the bed.

We all sat there catching our breathes. I felt tired and even a little sore, but I was in heaven.

After laying there for a few moments, Lisa got up and patted my ass lightly while smiling at me. “Looks like you really enjoyed your first time. Are you okay?”

I continued to lay there but nodded and said “Yeah, it felt really good. I’m kind of thirsty though.”

Lisa chuckled, “It’s quite a work out for us big girls right? Do you want some water?”

Again I nodded.

Lisa left the room to go get water bottles, and Mica finally sat up. He looked very pleased, and scooted closer to be on the bed, and started rubbing my back. “You felt great Mae! Your nice little pussy took me like a champ.”

I was embarrassed by the words but I took it as a compliment.

Finally I sat up, and asked if I could go to the bathroom. Mica quickly showed me the way. While In there I cleaned up a little, and relieved myself. Once I was done, I found Mica and Lisa watching Tv on their bed. They patted the bed near them inviting me to join this moment of relaxation. We sat for a little bit and watched some CSI.

After the episode of CSI, Lisa and Mica started chatting with me about college, about work, and even about how I felt when Mica fucked me. Talking about it started getting me horny again, and I began to squirm.

Lisa noticed. “Are you ready for another round?”

I blushed and said “Yeah”.

Surprising me, Mica grabbed my ass and asked, “Want to try anal this time?”

Seeing as I like use butt plugs and dildos on my ass, I said “Sure. It’s going to take a little preparation though.”

“That perfectly okay, it’s not really Lisa’s thing, so it’s nice to do it when I can.”

With that Mica turned off the TV, and Lisa got lube and a dildo ready. As she did this, I took off the rest of my clothes and got on all fours again, and Lisa positioned herself behind me.

“Spread your legs a little.”

As I spread them, Lisa pour lubricant down my ass crack and on her fingers. She rubbed the lubricant around my asshole, and gently started to push her middle finger in. Gradually she began going deeper and deeper as my asshole relaxed and softened. Once her finger was in past her knuckle, she pulled it out and added more lubricant. After a few more gentle pushes she was fingering my ass, and added a second finger in once I was comfortable enough.

She wiggled her fingers around and twisted them as she felt the inside walls of my ass. It felt so good that I got up the confidence to say “You can start using the dildo now.”

Lisa didn’t argue and began rubbing lube all over the dildo. The dildo was about 3/4 the length and half the thickness of Mica’s cock so I was not scared taking it. Slowly she inserted the dildo, and with the smooth edges and lube it went in nice and easy. By this time, Mica was hard again, and and sat at the end of the bed watching us as stroked his dick.

Finally Mica got up and went to the back side of Lisa and told her to get on all fours just as I had. Lisa smiled and told me to take the dildo and continue fucking my ass with it. Once I got positioned and gave them room, Mica started fucking Lisa from behind. He was not as forceful as when he fucked me, but they both seemed to enjoy it a lot. He knew just how to grind and move to get Lisa to scream.

I continued to loosen up my ass and rub my clit as Mica fucked his wife. Watching two people fuck right in front of me was so hot, and I started really getting into fucking my ass. Within minutes Lisa was moaning loudly and slamming her ass up against Mica’s dick. This continued for a few seconds until Lisa gripped the bed tightly, shoved her head into a pillow and let out a muffled scream.

Once she was done cumming, Lisa plopped down on the bed breathing heavily. Mica stood at the edge of the bed, his dick still rock hard, and looked at me. “Do you think you’re ready? Or do you want to use your pussy again?”

I was so excited by all the days fun that I wasn’t going to give up this chance. “No it’s okay, I’m ready to go.”

With out having to be asked, I removed the dildo and put it down on the bed, then got on all fours again. Mica grabbed the Lube and positioned me where he wanted. Just as Lisa had, Mica pour a good amount of lube down my ass and rubbed it all around and inside my ass. After running some lube on his dick, he lined up his cock head and once again began to gently push.

His dick was definitely bigger than the dildo, but the gentle stretching gave me a rush of adrenaline. With small thrusts, Mica got deeper and deeper into my ass. The last thrust shoved the rest of his dick in, and it shocked me a little with how deep it reached. Mica’s dick was buried in my ass all the way to the base. He sat there for a moment then began to pull out to the tip. Once again he pushed back in but faster and with more force. This continued until he had a steady pace.

“Shit” he grunted “It feels fucking great. You okay?”

“Yeah there was a little pain at the beginning but it feels good now.”

As Mica pumped, Lisa crawled underneath me and began using a small bullet vibrator on my clit. I gasped in surprised and yelled “Oh god! Holy… that feels so good.” The sensation of Mica’s big dick rubbing inside me and the vibrator felt so good. I started panting and moaning.

I believe Mica took this as a good sign, so he pulled out, squirted more lube in me and on his dick, then slammed his cock back in. Before I knew it, Mica was pounding my asshole, he must have felt good because he wasn’t as cautious as he had been before. Grabbing my hips again, Mica slammed his big cock into me over and over again. His dick felt so deep I imagined it was in my stomach.

For the second time that day I felt the wave of extreme pleasure start to hit me. My arms let out and I begin cradling Lisa’s head that was underneath me. My breathe grew ragged and I started to scream.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum. Don’t stop! Oh god!”

Mica fucked my ass hard and fast, Lisa licked my breast that were in her face and continued to rub the bullet vibrator on my clit.

“You gunna cum? You gunna cum from my dick in your ass? You slutty girl!”

“Yes! Oh god fuck me!”

I tightened my grip on Lisa and slammed my ass against Mica, and screamed “Oh my god!!” as my body shook and I came. Mica gave my ass a few more slams as my body quivered and I whimpered in pleasure.

I collapsed in a shaky heap on the bed and watched Lisa give Mica a handjob until he came too.

We all sat there, and relaxed once again. I planned on staying the night so I didn’t feel bad when I finally fell asleep from exhaustion .

That was the first time this fat 20 year old chick got fucked, and it was amazing. Ive had a few more play dates with them sense, and would love to share those experiences too if you like this one. Just leave me feed back 🙂

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Thursday night

by Impax

Introduction:
Eating Sundaes early; Tony gets two cherries with his banana
Tony was sitting at his comp in his room, slowly stroking off as he surfed his fave site for something to catch his eye. He was still scanning pages when he heard a knock on his door. Quickly, he hit the panic button and a word doc popped open, showing his homework.

“Yeah?” he called, nonchalantly as possible. He dropped his hand to his fly and tucked himself away, then got up and started walking to the door. By the time he got there, he was fully dressed again.

“It’s me and Liz.” said his sister. She was celebrating her 14th birthday today by having her best friend stay the night, even though it was only Thursday. She was going to be there all three days this weekend, having ridden the bus home to their house instead of her own. Friday was no school, so the two girls would get to hang out all that day, too.

“Kim, you know you guys are supposed to play by yourselves and leave me alone.” he told her. “Dad’s working late tonight, and I’m in here, so you two have the whole rest of the house to yourselves. Can’t you guys find something to keep you occupied?”

“Tonyyyy…” Kim whined. “We’re hanging out, not playing. Can we come in for a minute?”

He opened the door, looking at the two of them standing there in their cotton nightgowns. “You want to hang out with me?” he asked suspiciously. “Why?”

Kim pushed her way inside, past her brother, pulling her friend by the hand into his room. “Tell him, Liz.” she said, a hint of humor in her tone.

“Well, actually, we kinda were playing, sorta. “We were playing Truth of Dare…” said Liz hesitantly.

“Go on.” Tony prompted.

“Kim dared me to do something with you.” Liz said softly. She looked down at the floor. “I’m your slave for fifteen minutes.”

“Really?” he laughed, closing the door. “Okay, you can clean my room for me.”

“Tony, wouldn’t you rather have her clean your room… naked?” Kim asked coyly. “Or… instead of cleaning your room, she could perform a… different chore?”

Tony looked at Liz. She was blushing furiously, and refused to meet his eyes, even after he spoke her name softly.

“Liz?” A long pause. “All you have to do is clean my room, Liz.”

“That wasn’t the dare.” she whispered.

“So what?” he asked. “You don’t have to do anything. I won’t laugh or be mad or anything. I can tell you’re embarrassed because you don’t want to. I understand, and it’s okay.”

“That’s really sweet, Tony, really it is.” Kim said. “Liz and both know that she’s not embarrassed because she DOESN’T want to, Tony, she’s embarrassed because she DOES!!”

“Really.” he said once more, much more dryly this time. “Just what exactly WAS the dare she lost?”

Kim went forward and whispered in her brother’s ear. A slow smile crept across his face as he looked directly at Liz. She blushed deeper and deeper until she finally dropped her gaze and tried to stare a hole in the floor.

Liz finished whispering and stepped back. Tony smiled broadly and walked over to Liz, reaching out one hand and lifting her chin until he captured her gaze with his own.

“Your fifteen minutes starts now.” he said. He slid his hands down her arms, then pulled open the tie holding the waist of her nightgown closed and slowly pulled the bowtie open. He could feel her trembling under his hands as he slid them back up he arms to her shoulders, then brought her face closer to his, and they kissed.

“I’ll be in my room. You can come in when the 15 minutes is up, Liz.” Kim said, edging her way to the door. She never took her eyes off them, moving very slowly.

The kissed ended, and the two were holding each other close, looking deep into each other’s eyes, then Liz slowly slid down to her knees, still looking up into Tony’s eyes.

Kim reached the door and paused there, watching intently as Liz unbuckled her brother’s belt. Her back was up against the door, the knob held at the small of her back in both hands.

Liz moved her thin, nimble fingers to the waistband of his slacks and unhooked then, then ran the zipper down as she licked her lips.

“Oh, man, I can’t believe this is happening.” he moaned softly. Liz smiled up at him, lowering his pants down, then helping him step out of them. “You’re really going to do this? This isn’t some elaborate joke, get me all hard and then run off laughing?”

Liz kept smiling, looking directly into his eyes, then shook her head, “no,” and licked up his hard shaft through the material of his boxers.

“Ohhh, God.” he moaned. “Prove it, Liz. You’re my slave; I order you to take my cock out and suck it, right now. Don’t stop until I come, either.”

He took her head in his hands, holding it firmly, with his fingers twined into her thick red hair. “Do it!!” he hissed. “Suck my cock!”

He could see the look of fear in her eyes right then, and he let her go, turning away. “I knew it.” he said, scornfully. “Fucking little bitches, teasing me like that.”

“No, Tony, please!” Liz pleaded, moving forward on her knees. “I wasn’t teasing, I promise! I’m really going to do it!” She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his short, pulling him back in front of her.

“Now, where were we?” she asked coyly, pulling down and exposing his 9” cock, fully hard and standing at attention. “Oh my God!” she whispered, staring at it. “I knew it was big, but I had no idea!!”

Kim was also staring raptly at her brother’s big cock. It was the first time she had ever seen one in person, and even if it was her brother’s, she wasn’t going to pass up a moment of staring. She could feel butterflies in her stomach as she watched her best friend reach her hand up and take it in her hand.

Liz could hardly close her fingers all the way around it. She had done this once before, also on a dare, although she hadn’t had to suck it that time; all she’s had to do was give the boy a handjob through a hole in the back wall of the summer camp boy’s room last year. She was excited to try the next step in her sexual journey.

“Lick it, Liz.” Tony whispered hoarsely. “Take it in your mouth and suck it! I need it so bad!“

This was a first for him, too. Someone other than himself was touching his cock for the first time, and it was the best thing he had ever felt. He wanted more, though. He wanted all that he had been promised.

Kim watched, breathless, as her friend lifted herself up a bit, moved her face closer to her brother’s groin, then opened her mouth and allowed her lips to slowly slide down over the helmet shaped head of pole sticking out in front of her.

“OHHH, GOD!!!” Tony moaned loudly, twining his fingers through Liz’s thick red tresses. She let him feed her about half his length, then made a sound of alarm and pulled back.

She gasped and looked up at him, wiping her mouth with her hand. “Just let me do it my way, okay?” she asked. “I promise you’re going to like what I do.”

“Okay.” he agreed, taking his hands away from her head. “You may proceed.”

Kim was still standing by the door, watching avidly. Her hands were no longer behind her back, however. They were tucked into her robe, inside the waistband of her panties, and she was fingering herself madly as she watched her best friend licking and sucking on her brother’s big cock.

Liz and Tony were oblivious to the other girl’s presence as the blowjob continued. Liz was letting Tony thrust half his cock in and out of her mouth and she held the shaft steady with one hand and applied constant suction.

A few moments of that was all Tony could take, and Liz pulled her head back when she heard him moan growl deep in his throat and felt his cock twitching, knowing what was going to happen next. She leaned back and opened her gown fully, baring her breasts with one hand as she continued jacking his cock.

Kim watched in amazement as three steaming hot, thick white ropy spurts of goo jetted out of her brother’s cock, arching up and spattering onto Liz’s chest, coating her “b” cup breasts.

Liz giggled when he was done, looking back up at him. “You made a mess on me.” she accused, laughingly.

“I have a few minutes left, and it‘s still hard.” he shot back. “I could get you messier still.”

“That wasn’t the dare.” Liz said primly, closing her robe. “You’re just going to have to wait until it’s your sister’s turn again.”

“Seems fair to me that I should get a turn.” he said. “After all, you brought the game into my room. I want to play.”

“Okay.” said Kim. “That sounds fair to me, too.”

“Good.” he smiled. “I get one dare to each of you.”

“No way!” protested Kim. “That means you get two turns in a row!”

“Well, we DID start without him, Kim.” Liz pointed out. “We went one round of Truths each before we came in his room, so he kinda gets to catch up.”

“My first dare is for Kim.” he said. “I dare you to lick my come off Liz’s tits. All of it. Swallow it, too. I think that will be REALLY hot to watch.”

“No way…” Kim whispered palely. “That’s so gross!”

“That’s your dare, Kim.” laughed Liz. “Come on, baby, let’s get licking!!” She threw open her robe again, leaning back and arching her back to thrust her spermy boobs into the air. Tony appreciated the view he got of Liz’s perky, eraser sized nipples pointing pinkly into the air.

“If anyone hears about this, they are also going to know that you sucked my brother off.” Kim muttered, moving across the room. She tied her robe closed more firmly, then knelt next to her friend, bending down to lick a dollop of slime off Liz’s left nipple.

“Mmm, that felt good.” Liz purred. “Nobody’s going to hear about this; lick me like the lezzy slut I know you are.”

“I’m no lezzy!” protested Kim as she bent and took another taste, a bigger one this time. “I just haven’t been with any guys yet!”

“How’s it taste?” Liz asked, seeing Kim savor the flavor with a thoughtful look on her face.

“It’s not so bad.” she replied. She put her hands on her friend’s shoulders and pushed her flat to the floor, then began licking it all up in earnest. “In fact, once you get past the texture, it’s quite good. It tastes like a man.”

Tony watched as Liz closed her eyes dreamily and let her friend continue licking and sucking her nipples long after all the jism had been eaten off.

“Okay, it’s time for Liz’s dare.” he announced. “Liz, my sister dared you to give head to her brother . Now, I’m daring you to give head to my sister!”

“What! No! We can’t! She’s my best friend!” Kim protested.

“So? You just ate your brother’s come off her tits; you’re gonna quit now?” he retorted.

She had no reply to that, so she just opened her robe and dropped it to the floor, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He got his first unimpeded view of his sister’s breasts, and they were magnificent. Bordering on a “c” cup, they were pointy cones on her chest, capped with thick chocolate nipples. She parted her legs for Liz as her friend moved closer, and Tony could see a thin stripe of dark hair furring her mound, spreading slightly at the top. Her clit was large and dark, protruding prominently out between the top of her labia.

“Mmm, I’m going to like my part of the dare.” Liz murmured, running her hands down the inside of Kim’s thighs. “I’ve always known that I was going to get to do this someday.”

“That’s because you ARE a lezzy dyke.” Kim laughed, laying back and opening her legs.

“Not anymore.” Liz murmured. “After that taste of cock, I think I’m addicted.” She kissed Kim’s belly, flicking her tongue into her best friend’s bellybutton.

“Ad- DICK-ted?” Kim giggled. Liz looked up and giggled as well.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” she agreed. Tony cleared his throat, and Kim put her hands on her best friend’s head. “I think he’s as ready for this as I am.” she said huskily.

Liz bent her head and kissed Kim’s lower belly, then licked up the narrow stripe of pubic hair. Kim legs spread open even wider, and Liz let her tongue slide down to the base of Kim’s puffy labia, then pushed between them and caress it’s way upward.

She could taste a sweet musk, liked it, and immediately went back for more. Kim moaned out loud at the sensations she was feeling, and pulled her friend’s head tightly to her groin.

Liz was exactly where she wanted to be, and doing exactly what she had always wanted to do all along. Excitedly, she licked and lapped up all of her friend’s copious juices. Knowing exactly what pleasure the other girl was feeling through her moans and soft cries was turning her on, too, so Liz reached back and began fingering herself.

“Oh, man, that’s the hottest thing I ever saw.” Tony muttered to himself, . He was slowly stroking his cock back to life as he stared raptly at the scene splayed out before him. “Get ready, Liz, here I come.” He moved closer to the edge of the bed and put his hands on Liz’s hips, pulling her back slightly.

Liz stiffened and tried to lift her head, but Kim was right on the edge of coming, and she twined her fingers into her friend’s hair.

“Don’t stop! I’m almost there!!” she cried out, masking the muffled sounds Liz was making.

Tony rubbed the head his hard cock up and down through Liz’s labia, probing for her opening. She was moving her ass up and down, though, avidly trying to avoid being penetrated.

He was enjoying the feel of her squirming under his hands, and he pressed right up against her, leaning down over her back.

“You know how much I want to be inside you right now, Liz?” he whispered in her ear. She quit moving under him, and both girls were still, awaiting his next words. “I know you’re a virgin, Liz. Do you want me to be your first?”

“Oh, God.” she whispered. “Oh God.” She could feel his big cock sliding along her labia, over her clit with every thrust of his body against hers. She lifted herself up onto her hands.

“Don’t do this to me, Tony. I want to stay a virgin.” She rubbed her ass back and forth over his groin. “Don’t you dare put that thing inside me.”

“I didn’t hear you say no, Liz.” he whispered, sliding his cock back further. He slipped one hand down between their bodies and guided himself into position. She was silent as he rubbed the head of it right over the soft spot, working it into her gently.

“What are you doing, Tony?” she asked coyly. “Didn’t you hear me? I’m not ready yet. I want to stay a virgin. If you put that inside me, I won’t be one anymore, will I?”

“I love you, Liz.” he told her, then pushed firmly into her. He felt the flimsy barrier of her hymen part as he entered her, and she moaned as she bit her lip.

“No.” she whispered as he came to a stop all the way inside her, buried to the hilt in the softest, tightest warmth he had ever experienced.

“Oh my God.” Kim whispered, her eyes as big as saucers. “You guys really did it!”

“Yes.” said Tony. “OH hell yes!!” He put both hands on Liz’s hips and began thrusting, slowly increasing the tempo.

“Ooohhhhh.” sighed Liz, collapsing back down onto Kim’s belly. Ohhh my God.” She let out a long loud moan as Tony increased the pace further still, and then she was gasping and shuddering through the most intense orgasm of her life.

Tony felt the walls of Liz’s insides rippling as she came, and he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled out at the very last second and fired his load into empty air, not wanting to get her pregnant.

Thick, hot, ropy white jets of come arched out over Liz’s back and hit Kim right in the face. The shocked girl had it draped from her forehead, down over her eyes and nose, and right in her open mouth as she stared, flabbergasted at what she just saw.

Tony just laughed at the expression on his sister’s face. She glared at him.

“What!?” he said defensively, throwing up his hands in mock surrender. “You have to admit, you looked pretty funny with my come all over your face and in your mouth!”

“Well, maybe.” she admitted. “Like I said before, though, I kinda like the taste of it.

“I might be able to provide you with another taste tonight.” he said. “You can have all you want in days to come.”

“Mmm, sounds yummy.” she purred. “And now that I know how good it feels to have a tongue at work down there, how about if you return the favor sometimes?”

“Definitely.” he smiled. He rolled Liz over, letting her laze a little longer. He had attention only for his sister, now. “Except for one thing.”

“What’s that?” she asked warily, watching him advance toward her between her wide open legs.

“I know you’re a virgin, Kim.” he said. He put his hands on her knees and kissed the inside of her thigh.

“Oh God.” whispered Kim.

“Do you want me to be your first, Kim?” he asked, kissing higher up on her thigh, then licking it.

“Oh God.” Kim whispered again. “OH GOD.” His mouth was on her, tasting, probing, licking wetly. She felt his hands slide up her waist first, then he was kissing a trail up her belly.

His hands cupped her breasts together as he feasted on her nipples, and she could feel his hardness laying against her belly like a hot iron poker. He pushed himself up on his hands and looked down at her.

She reached down and touched her belly, marking the place on her tummy. “It will be inside me this far?” she asked timidly. He nodded and slid his hips back, then took his cock in hand and positioned himself as Kim opened her legs wider for him.

“I love you, Kim.” he said, then buried himself deep inside his sister’s tightness.

“Oh, man, that is SOO fuckin HOT!!” Liz maned, rubbing herself between the legs as she watched avidly.

Kim shuddered and bit her lip, feeling her brother’s big cock ram through the flimsy veil near the entrance of her love tunnel. He filled her completely full of hard dick and came to rest with his balls gently resting on her asshole. He kissed her gently, then used his tongue to part her lips as he drew his throbbing cock out of her.

“I love you, Kim.” he said again, then buried himself inside her once more. She hugged him into her, wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her hips up into his. She kissed him back, fiercely, invading his mouth with her tongue and writhing under him as he pierced her.

He began fucking her rapidly, as she started moaning, low and deep and primal. She spread her legs wide apart and raised her knees up, letting him inside as deeply as possible. After several minutes of intense fucking, he pulled out, sliding it between her labia and up over her clit.

“Are you gonna cum?” she asked. “Are you gonna shoot it on my belly so I can watch?”

“Not yet.” he panted. “Turn over on your belly.”

“What?” she said, surprised. “On my belly?”

“Yeah.” he said, helping her roll over, on hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder. He moved her legs aside as he knelt between them, then pulled her hips upward. “Spread your knees wide apart, Kim.”

“Okay. What are we doing?” she asked, obeying her brother’s command.

“Nothing, it’s not his turn anymore.” Liz spoke up. “As much as I’d love to see what comes next, it’s my turn again, and this time I get to ask Tony.” She reached out and grabbed Tony’s cock, pulling it gently towards her. “Truth or Dare?”

Tony took one last reluctant look at his sister, opened up and ready to mount, then looked at Liz and raised his eyebrow at her.

“Truth.” he said. She let go of his cock and leaned back, opening her legs and letting him look.

“I was hoping you would choose Dare.” she said. “No matter. Were you going to cum inside your sister if I hadn’t stopped you?” she asked.

“I didn’t come inside you, did I?” he retorted. “I always pull out. Always.”

“Okay, okay.” she laughed. “I trust you.”

“My turn to ask him.” Kim said. She had also turned back over and was stroking her pussy, mimicking her friend’s posture. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth for you, too.” he smiled at his sister.

“Have you ever fantasized about doing this with me, and if you did, tell it to me.” she smiled. “Who knows? It just might come true.”

“Yes.” he said, grinning wider. “but remember when your friend Jenny spent the night last week? It involved her, too.”

“I thought you behaved a bit oddly that night around her. What was the fantasy?” she asked. She and Liz shared a look and smiled.

“Well, remember when you two were watching the movie on the floor and I was on the couch?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Both of you were wearing matching panties. Black G-Strings. I could see right under those short little T-Shirts you had on, and neither one of you had their legs closed all the way.” he told her. “It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and truthfully, the fact that one of the pussies was my sister’s made it even hotter.”

He licked his lips. “All I could think about was kneeling behind one of you, either one, pushing that little strip of cloth aside, pulling your hips up a little, and…” He licked his lips again. “Just the thought of it, even now.

Liz and Kim exchanged a sly smile and a wink, then kissed each other and giggled. An unspoken sentence passed between them.

“Thanks for the game of Truth or Dare, big brother. We’re going to bed now, see you in the morning.” Kim said, giggling.

“I don’t think so, ladies.” he said, pointing at his still hard cock. “No way am I ever going back to me hand after all that. You two are going to suck my cock together and let me cum on your faces.”

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by Robsam1991

Introduction:
Melissa and Charlotte are my mom’s friends and they come over to help the DWCT annual party my mom is holding tomorrow. The thing is, I think they want my body. And my mom is drunk and has passed out. Will these women leave me alone?
My mom was a thirty seven year old divorcee. My dad had dumped her over an airhead blonde he met on a business trip in Taiwan. Even I couldn’t believe that and my initial thought was ‘Geez, what an asshole’. With that said, you can quite guess my mom’s perspectives on marriage. Let’s just say she hadn’t quite gotten over the whole thing yet and was all bitter about the whole happy marriage life bullcrap, as she would usually put it.

What happens when you are thirty seven and doesn’t have a husband and your only son is a college student that only come back some of the weekends and holidays? Well, you get a hobby. Which she did. And that is organizing and planning the Divorced Women Come Together annual party. The DWCT was mom’s baby which she cared a lot about and took pride of. The event is one of the most sought event in the neighborhood, which kinda give you the idea just how many women are divorced right now. She would often wear the DWCT baseball cap like a badge of honor, as if she’s telling the world that she’s not one bit troubled by the divorce at all.

Since I am her son, I had to be there whenever the DWCT party hit town. I might have overstated a little when I say ‘hit’. The party didn’t really hit town. It is planned by divorced women for crying out loud. It was more like a morning mist, which washed over the neighborhood early in the morning, and then disappeared without a fuzz in the afternoon. You literally won’t even know it has happened. Still, you’d be surprised by the number of attendees that came to the party.

After being forced to attend the party for the third time, I had come to realize three things. First, most attendees are women in their thirties. Second, if the attendees didn’t have a vagina, they were usually toddlers who didn’t know any better to not come. Third, boys like me, eighteen and shit, don’t come to such parties, like ever. Which only highlight the awkwardness I had to endure every single time since the whole fucking room was filled to the brink with middle age women and screaming sniffling baboons the women brought with them.

Some of the women were bitter like mom and would come by and remind me not to cheat on my future wife like their husbands did to them. Some of the women were just a big pile of sobbing mess hoping to find some semblance of salvation in the party. Then there were the sex-famished cougars who would pounce on you if you so much as forgetting to unzip your pants. Needless to say, I had been ‘approached’ by said cougars one too many time for my own comfort. Don’t get me wrong. They were hot. But they were also around my mom’s age and there’s that too.

Today, as my never ending misfortune dictated, was the 4th DWCT party. I had driven all the way back from college to my mom’s house. When I arrived in the evening, there were canopies and tables being set on the front lawn of the house. There’s a banner that said ‘Who say you can’t have fun when you are divorced?’. I guess fun for single moms and fun for people like me are two entirely different thing.

“Hello sweetheart. You’re early today.” my mom cooed and wrapped her arms around my neck. “How have you been?”

“I’m good mom.” I gave her the usual response. “Are you drinking?” I smelled alcohol in her breath.

“Oh, I’m just enjoying a glass of wine with a couple of friends. You remember Melissa and Charlotte don’t you?” From her overly high pitched voice, I doubted that it was only just a glass she had consumed.

“Yeah, I know them.”

Melissa and Charlotte had been helping mom organizing DWCT since the 2nd party. They were always there in the party and would stay until late in the evening. Probably that was because both of them didn’t have any child, which free up their schedules quite considerably. The fact that these two were also the cougars that I just mentioned made me a little worried for being back.

“Come. Let’s get you sorted out.” my mom grabbed one of my luggage and began lifting it up the stairs. I followed her and as I did so, I passed the doorway to the dining room and saw the two women waving at me. I waved them back and rushed up to follow my mom.

After unpacking all my stuff, which wasn’t really that much, I went to take a quick shower. I put on a round neck t-shirt and a pair of khakis and then headed back down stairs to see if my mom needed any help.

“Oh hi darling.” my mom greeted gleefully. She’s obviously drunk. If her flushed face was not of any indication, the three empty wine bottles on the kitchen counter certainly were. With her was Charlotte and Melissa, each holding a glass of wine in their hand.

“Hi, mom.” I said awkwardly. “Hi Charlotte. Hi Melissa.”

“Hi Brandon.” the two women said almost in unison. Said would be an understatement. I felt like they had just flirted with me by sounding all breathy and sexy.

Charlotte was a thirty three year old lawyer. She had a head of honey brown hair. She was about mom’s height, which was 5’6″ and had a really lean but curvy built. Her eyes were hazel, she had small lips and a sharp nose that made her look awfully like a model and undeniably sexy. That was until she began reciting from the constitution that you know this woman wasn’t just sex on legs and seriously not someone to be trifled with.

Melissa was a gardener in some sense. She basically went from one house to another beautifying the lawn with colorful flowers and other inanimate adoration. In fact, our little flower garden by the driveway was Melissa’s handiwork. While Charlotte could be seen as a sophisticated woman, Melissa was sort of the dutiful housewife type that would make sure the fridge is always stock and the laundry always done. The fact that she’s slightly shorter than both Charlotte and my mom made her all the more cute and harmless.

She had a dirty blond hair that was slightly bleached due to overexposure to sunlight. She had rosy cheeks and her face was adorned with bright blue eyes, cherubic lips and cute button nose. If she’s ten years younger, she would so totally be my type of girl.

“How much did you drink mom?” I asked. Mom wasn’t very good with alcohol. She usually passed out big time if she happened to drink one glass too many.

“Oh, just a couple of glasses.” my mom slurred.

“I see.” I said without buying it. She obviously had drunk at least a good bottle and a half. “Well, I think it’s bed time for you now mom.”

“Nonsense.” she let out this high-pitch and snorty laugh, a sign that she’s about to hit the bunk real soon. I had seen this many time during the first few months of the nasty divorce.

“Come on mom.” I said and lifted her up.

“I’m fine. I can walk myself.”

“No you can’t. Stop struggling.” I scolded as I slowly took her out of the dining room. “Sorry about this.” I said to the two women still sitting by the kitchen counter.

“It’s okay.” Melissa said with a smile.

“You go take care of your mom.” Charlotte added.

I took mum up the stairs and into her room. I placed her on the center of the bed, pulled out her shoes and then covered her body with the blanket. It’s obvious she didn’t shower and I knew if she ever missed one, her skin’s going to itch like a bitch the next morning. She was mumbling incoherently by the time I walked out with a moist towel. I gave her face and her neck a quick wipe, and I did her limbs as well. Then, I went back down stairs to the dining room.

“How’s your mom?” Melissa asked as soon as she saw me walking in.

“She’s completely out.” I sighed with a tiny pang of embarrassment.

“She did drink almost two bottle.” Charlotte informed as she stretched out lazily. My eyes instinctively fell on the two huge mounts and the tiny nubs poking out of the thin fabric of her blouse. I quickly forced my eyes back up to hers but it was too late as she was already smiling knowingly.

“Uhm. It’s kinda late. Do you ladies need a ride?” I offered. It wasn’t like the two of them could or should drive right now.

“Emm hmm…a ride would be nice.” Melissa cooed salaciously and I swallowed nervously. From the way she emphasized on the word ‘ride’ and the way her eyes fleetingly glanced at my crotch, I doubt she’s talking about the same kind of ride that I was thinking.

“Your mom has told us to stay here for the night.” Charlotte informed. “We brought a change of clothes for tonight’s sleepover and tomorrow’s event.”

“You have a place to sleep?” I asked. Other than the couch, the only place that they could both comfortably sleep in was my queen size bed.

“We thought we could just sleep on the couch.” Melissa sounded like she’s purring.

Being raised by a mom who dictated that men should always be chivalrous, I knew I hadn’t had much choice but to offer my bed. My mom surely wouldn’t like it if I told these two women to sleep on the couch.

“You should take my bed.” I said. “Mom would kill me if she sees you two sleeping on the couch.”

“Where will you sleep then?” Charlotte asked.

“On the couch. Don’t worry, I’ve done that many times.”

“Or you can sleep with us. We won’t want you to lose sleep because of us.” she offered. It all sounded like she’s being kind and all, but I knew she had ulterior intention.

I felt my cock grew hard in my pants as the image of me sleeping with two beautiful sex-deprived women formed in my head. I knew Charlotte and Melissa were cougars from the beginning and they had always made their advances on me quite bloody obvious. Only my mom could be so blissfully ignorant to see it. The only reason why they hadn’t gotten into my pants was because my body had never really responded to their advances before. Besides, they had never taken their advances to such blatant level. The wine had obviously loosen up some of their moral restraints.

“Thanks. But I’ll be fine sleeping on the couch.” I croaked pathetically.

“You sure?” Melissa asked with what I knew was feigned concern. If anything, she looked more like she was ready to tear of my clothes off.

“Yeah. If there’s nothing else, I will go up and prepare the bed for you two.”

“Thank you, Brandon.” Charlotte and Melissa said together. Once I walked out of the dining room, I heard the two women giggled with one another. No doubt, relishing in the fact that my cock was hard under my pants and I didn’t put on any underwear.

It took me about ten minutes to put away the things that I didn’t wish for the two women to see. My collection of marvel comics was one of them. I shoved everything into a carton box and then slid it under my bed. I went to clear my table a little before taking out the air freshener and gave the room a little spray. Once that’s done, I picked up an extra pillow and blanket from the cabinet.

“Your bed is kind a big.” Melissa was already standing at the doorway. Her face was redder than I just saw her in the kitchen.

“Yeah.” I turned and look at the quasi queen size bed. Since I was much taller than average, which was about 6’4″, my mom had the bed custom made for me. I wasn’t even sure what size it really was but I knew my high school friend had all said it was big whenever they saw it.

“I’m sure all three of us can fit in.” she said coyly while nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yeah. But I think it won’t be right.” I forced a smile and skirted past her. As I did so, her hand ever so gently brushed against my semi hardened cock, which I knew she did it deliberately.

“I’m not so sure about that.” she leaned against the doorway and watched me retreated to the stairs. “It might feel right. Really right.”she cooed while her eyes kept staring at my crotch.

I ignored her and turned around as fast as possible. That’s when my hard body slammed against the lean frame of Charlotte.

“Whoa, watch it there big guy.” Charlotte teased as she looked up to my face. I was a head taller than her and something about her looking up at me made my stomach cringed weirdly.

“Sorry.” I croaked and shuffled past her through the narrow space of the stairs. And just like it with Melissa, Charlotte’s hand had gently brushed against my cock too and made me already hardened cock even harder. I knew I would have to jerk off later tonight to ease off the sexual tension.

Since I couldn’t masturbate right now, I knew I needed distractions to make the clock run faster. I switched on the television and turned to ESPN. While I didn’t particularly like football, or anything sporty for that matter, I knew that watching sports were something a man would do. I didn’t know who I was trying to proof that I was a man but I watched it anyway.

I didn’t know how long I had watched but I reckoned it had been long enough. My cock couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled my blanket over my body and inconspicuously rubbed my erection while I pretended to watch the television. I moved slowly so that if Charlotte and Melissa did come down, they would only see a young man watching the sports channel intently and not one that’s pleasuring himself.

Then, I let my mind wander into the erotic scene. Charlotte’s and Melissa’s naked forms materialized and they were doing dirty things to one another. In my perverted fantasy, the women asked me to join them and the two began lapping my hard cock. As the scene unfolded, I rubbed my cock harder and faster.

“What are you watching?” A feminine voice cooed from behind the couch. I froze and slowly pulled my hand out of my pants. I turned my head up and saw Melissa looking down on me. There’s a playful smile on her lips as though she knew what I was doing underneath the blanket.

“Football. It’s the Yankees against White Sox.” I read out from the score bar on the television display.

“Can we watch something else? I couldn’t sleep yet.”

“Yeah. Of course.” I swallowed, feeling the sexual tension building in the air. Melissa walked around the couch and when she revealed herself, I quickly turned my head back to the television.

“What’s the matter?” the woman asked coyly.

“Nothing.” I muttered while feeling my cheek blushing. The woman was wearing only a t-shirt and judging from the tiny nubs poking through the thin fabric, she wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock throbbed painfully with need of release.

She went to the coffee table where the remote control was and bent down to retrieve it. As she did so, the hem of her t-shirt was hiked up above her hips and I was instantly awarded with the full view of her bare butt and pussy. I must have lost my mind because the next thing I saw was Melissa’s worried face just a few inches from me.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I croaked like Liam Neeson having a bloody sore throat.

“Okay. Now, scoot over big boy.” the dirty blonde said.

I moved my huge bulk and spared her a space to sit. I had kept my blanket on me as I did so since my cock was now as hard as the freaking Washington Monument.My pants were literally a tent right now.

“Give me some blanket.” she pulled one portion of the blanket over her slender, folded, legs. She then began to switch the channels one after another, stopping only for a second to check if it was the thing she wanted to see. Finally, she settled for a cartoon that involved a certain queen with icy issues.

I tried to pay attention to the movie at first but was quickly distracted by Melissa’s bare foot that kept rubbing along my calve. I looked at her but the woman had her eyes glued to the television. It was almost as if I was imagining things. But I knew I wasn’t.

I found myself shifting from the screen to Melissa’s breasts. She wasn’t as large as Charlotte, but she was large enough that I could see their voluptuous form. My eyes would linger longer on the nipples that was almost visible under the thin white clothing..

“Is there something on my t-shirt?” Melissa asked knowingly.

“Nothing.” I looked back to the television while inwardly chastised myself and tried not to jump onto the female sitting a few feet away and fucked her stupid.

“Hi guys, care if I join in?” Charlotte salacious tone punctuated the relative silence.

I felt my heart would explode as soon as I saw Charlotte’s choice of nightwear. It was a translucent girly pink negligee that did little to cover her feminine body. Not only that, she didn’t wear any underwear. Her nipples and triangular pubic hair were on display.

“Yup. You can sit on the other side.” Melissa smiled brightly, as if it was all the plan after all.

Charlotte, oozing all sorts of male wet dreams out of her body, sat on the other side of the couch, effectively trapping me in. I even watched her bent and landed her cute ass onto the cushion.

“Uhm…you ladies need anything from the kitchen? Water or snacks or something?” I asked, hoping to find an excuse to escape.

“I was wondering if you have something long and hard that I could suck on.” Charlotte sighed and looked at where my crotch would be.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Melissa added.

“Uhm…” I swallowed down a nervous tick. I knew where they were going, but I would be damned if I fucked my mom’s friends right in her house. “There’s beef jerky in the kitchen.”

“I prefer something thicker.” Charlotte remarked as she licked her lower lip.

“And raw.” Melissa chimed in.

“Uhm…I’ll see what I can find.” I jerked to a stand. The two women yelped as they fell onto one another and hit each other’s on the head.

I quickly retreated into the kitchen with a pounding heart. My cock was rigid and the taut on my pants obvious. I knew exactly what they wanted and I was sure it wasn’t the raw frozen frankfurter hotdogs in the freezer that they wanted to suck on. And boy did I want to let them have what they wanted. But I didn’t want my mom to lose them as friends. My mom would be furious if she even knew that the two had just tried to seduce me, let alone to actually have sex with me.

I went to the kitchen sink and gave my face a splash of cold water to calm my libido down. Then, I went to the fridge, grabbed the orange juice and down half a quart straight from the bottle. The cool liquid quickly stifled out any fire still hanging about in my loin.When I turned from the fridge, I was met with the angry gaze of two very beautiful women. They had their arms folded.

“For Christ’s sake Brandon, how obvious do you want us to be?” Charlotte scolded.

“Haven’t we given you enough clue? Just fuck us already.”

Wow, that was the most direct form of sexual request I had ever received in my entire life.

“I’m sorry ladies. But I can’t. You are my mom’s friends.” I explained, hoping that they would see the situation in the same light as I did.

“So what? It’s not like she’s going to know.” Charlotte huffed.

“Well, she will. And she will be disappointed in you both and me.” I countered.

“If you don’t tell her, and we don’t tell her, she can’t know it.” Melissa explained.

“Are you telling me to lie to my mom?” I felt a surge of anger coursing through my veins.

“Seriously? Like you have never lied to your mom before?” Charlotte retorted with a scoff.

“This is different.”

“Oh come on kid. Believe me, no one tells their mom who they fucked. Like ever.” she remarked further.

I frowned as I contemplated her words. It was kinda true since I had had sex with Jessica when I was in eleventh grade but I still hadn’t told my mom. The weird thing was, I never planned to. Which made me all the more angry that these two were trying to manipulate me into giving in to their sexual urges.

“But you are her friends.” I snapped.

“Yes! We are. But we are also two lonely women that need the touch of a man.” Melissa interjected.

“The thing is, Brandon. We trust you and you are the man of our desire. Can’t you see that?” Charlotte said.

“But my mom won’t be happy about this.”

“We know.” Melissa rolled her eyes in exasperation. “That’s why we bought her the wine and hoped that she drink herself out, which she did.”

“You what?” I couldn’t believe this.

“Listen Brandon, we did what we have to do. We both have wanted you ever since you took care of us when we were drunk at the 2nd DWCT party. You’ve been so respectful. We know you are the one that will give us the pleasure we seek. We trust you and we know you will treat us with respect even on bed. God, the fact that you haven’t jumped on us and fuck our brains out on the living room is a proof of that.” Charlotte explained.

“But you practically drugged my mom.” I pointed out.

“She drank the wine herself. We didn’t force her.” Melissa reminded defensively.

“It’s okay Melissa.” Charlotte held up a hand and looked at me. “We will leave the choice to you, Brandon. We know you want us. Your massive hard-on is a dead giveaway.”

I stared down and sure enough, my cock was tenting up my pants. I would be lying if I didn’t find these two women sexually attractive. I wasn’t a monk for crying out loud.

“We will go upstairs now. We will be on your bed and we will be naked.” Charlotte continued. “The door will not be locked and you can come in any time you want and we will be ready to take you. You are an adult now and you can decide for yourself whether you want to jerk off on the couch tonight or fuck us on your bed.”

My cock twitched at the offer. When Charlotte finished the speech, she dragged a reluctant Melissa out of the kitchen and up the stairs. With the two women gone, I leaned back onto the fridge as if I had been placed a ton of weight on my shoulder. I gave my face a hard rub and took a deep calming breath.

I couldn’t help but to find some merit in Charlotte’s words. Although they were my mom’s friends, my mom certainly didn’t need to know who I was fucking. In fact, I didn’t think anyone would tell their mom whom they had casual sex with. Next, my mom had many friends, so much so that I doubt she would consider Charlotte and Melissa, whom she only met once a year or so, as her good friend. Moreover, between my legs was a massive hard-on that only the feminine comfort could get rid of it. The feminine comfort that was in the form of two beautiful middle age women who were currently lying on my bed.

“Shit!” I hissed and trudged up to the stairs. I only hesitated a little before I pushed open my door.

Charlotte and Melissa were sitting on the bed and as promised, they were naked. Completely. No negligee or t-shirt. They looked at me questioningly while I tried to get my brain in one piece.

“I don’t have condoms.” I informed. Fucking my mom’s friends was one thing. Getting them pregnant in the process was an entirely different thing.

“I had my tubes tied.” Charlotte shrugged.

“I’m on pills.” Melissa informed.

“STIs?” I raised a brow, perhaps in my own way I was trying to dissuade them from going through with it.

“Zilch.” Charlotte announced.

“Me too.”

“Okay. Good. Good.” I nodded like an idiot while standing still by the doorway not knowing how to proceed.

“So, jerk off or fuck us?” Charlotte asked with a raised brow.

I stepped into the room, closed the door behind me and locked it. “I’m going for the latter.”

“Yes.” Melissa cheered and I saw Charlotte smiled.

I pulled my t-shirt over my head and then undid my pants.

“Wow, you are big.” Melissa remarked with astonishment. “I’m a little bit scare letting you in.”

“Oh. I see.” A pang of disappointment shot through me. I hadn’t really thought through about that. The last time I had sex with Jessica, she had complained the very same thing as well and I ended up tearing her pussy.

“Come here, silly.” Charlotte chuckled. “She’s just teasing you.”

As if my body had a mind of its own, I began to walk to the two women. My eyes were on their naked forms, shifting from one set of perky breasts to another and then back. Now that they were completely naked, they looked nothing like the thirty odd years old they really were. They looked more like they were twenty five.

“Uhm…what should we do first?” I asked in both excitement and anxiousness. I never had sex with two women at the same time before.

“Just go with the flow.” Charlotte clambered over and wrapped her slender arms around my neck. She then pulled me to her and our lips met. My cock throbbed instantly as I tasted Charlotte’s soft lips. I munched her lovely softness for a while. Then, she parted her mouth and allowed my tongue to slip in and consumed her further. While I was lost in the sweet taste of Charlotte’s mouth, I felt my cock being grabbed and the tip being wrapped with something warm and wet.

“God.” I let out a shivering whimper and looked down. Melissa’s head was right between my legs. Even though I couldn’t see what she was doing, I could certainly feel it. Her tongue was lapping on the tip of my cock while her delicate fingers explored my shaft and balls.

“Come here you.” Charlotte cooed and pulled me for another hot wet kiss. She tilted her head and pulled against me harder, as if she couldn’t get enough of me. I closed my eyes and let my body go with the flow as Charlotte suggested. My hands began to move on their own. One rested onto of Melissa’s head and caressed her scalp, as if rewarding her for being such a good sport. The other hand moved to Charlotte’s velvety breast and kneaded her feminine flesh.

“You are so thick.” Melissa whined. She actually whined.”I can’t get you in my mouth.”

Charlotte broke off the kiss and her lips curved a playful smirk. “Let me try.” She scooted back a little and then leaned down towards my cock. Melissa was still holding the base of it and guided it so that the tip was now facing Charlotte. I swallowed a whimper when Charlotte began to lap the shaft. There’s something extremely sexy having your cock being at the center of attention of two naked women. I closed my eyes and took in the warm and wet sensation of her exploring tongue over my hard cock.

“He’s so big.” Charlotte let out a girly giggle while Melissa nodded in agreement. Then, she mouthed over the tip of my cock and pushed herself forward until half of the length was now deliciously embedded inside her mouth.

“Oh, god.” I groaned. I had thought that sex with Jessica was the highlight of my life. I was never so wrong.

When I thought my cock could go no further, Charlotte leaned forward and my cock slid deep into her throat. An electrifying shiver shot through my body threatening to turn me into a hot mush. Her throat squeezed the head of my cock, sending wave after wave of stimulation that threatened to make me cum. I could already feel my balls twitch with the promise of voluminous release.

“Oh, you are so much bigger than my pathetic husband’s.” Charlotte remarked breathlessly when she resurfaced.

“Let me try again.” Melissa pulled my cock away from Charlotte and sucked in my cock into her mouth.

I groaned at the delicious sensation of her tongue rubbing along the underside of my shaft. When I looked down, I saw only half of my cock was inside Melissa’s mouth. She had tried to take in more but with the head of my cock already pressing against the back of her throat, I knew this was her limit. Still, it was incredibly hot seeing how committed she was to try and get everything in. When she pulled out, her pouted in defeat.

“No fair. I can only take in half.” she said it as though swallowing my cock in was some kind of competition between the two.

“It’s okay. I like it just the same.” I remarked in a shuddering voice. I wasn’t lying. Both mouths made me feel like I was in heaven. I could already feel my impending orgasm lurking around the corner.

“My turn.” Charlotte grabbed my cock and began throat-fucking it as though her life depended on it. I shivered with so much excitement I could see stars forming in front of me. It was fast and dirty and noisy. And the fact that this was a lawyer that earned more money in an hour than my mom could earn in an entire week was nothing short of an epic fulfillment.

Then, the chivalrous part of me struck me. The two had been pleasing me and until now I still hadn’t returned the favor. My eyes went to the two women’s butt, propped up for the taking while they were busy handling my cock. I pressed my hands on their backs, one of each woman, and slid along their backbone, in between the crevice of their butt before finally resting in what must be the wettest pussies I’d ever touched.

“Oh, yes. Brandon.” Melissa cooed. Charlotte let out an appreciative moan too.

Their openings were slick with their arousal. I curled my finger and plopped a knuckle into both welcoming pussies, eliciting two delicious squeals from the women. The walls of their pussy were slick and prunny. I leaned forward a little, giving me the space to slide a whole finger into them.

“Yes. That’s it.” Melissa cried. “Finger my pussy, Brandon.”

From the way Charlotte moaned, I knew she too wanted to be fingered just as much as Melissa. I began to move my finger in a come-hither manner and rubbed against the prunny skin of their inside. Melissa’s pussy clenched around my finger while Charlotte’s pussy gaped. Who knew two women could have such different response while being fingered by the same guy.

Feeling bold and inextricably horny, I slid the second finger into their wet holes and fingered them harder. Melissa squirmed and let out a girly yelp. Charlotte arched her back and began to rock her butt in rhythm to with my moving fingers.

“Let me do it too.” Melissa breathed and pulled my wet soppy cock out of Charlotte’s mouth. Then, drool and all, she took it all in and began throat-fucking my cock all the same. It might not have gone in all the way but it was still cripplingly good. Like, I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore. Charlotte tilted her head and forced her way in the narrow space afforded between the bed and Melissa’s bobbing head and began licking my balls.

“Ah, Melissa.” I whimpered. “I’m coming.”

I thought Melissa would take the warning and pulled my cock out of her mouth. But instead, she bobbed her head faster and faster. My entire body turned into granite as the sexual pleasure continued to build. Then, the floodgate collapsed. The surge of cum rushed out of my balls, through my throbbing cock and then squirted right into Melissa’s closed mouth.

Melissa squealed in surprise as my cock continued to fill her mouth with my seeds. She wouldn’t have expected such a huge load to be shot into her mouth. Even I hadn’t expected that. God, I felt like I had just shot her mouth a week’s worth of cum.

When my cock stopped twitching and the cum ceased to come out of my tip, Melissa pulled back and sat back up with her lips closed. She was smiling giddily as if she had a really big secret she wanted to show us. Charlotte sat up too and then looked at Melissa.

“Show us.” the lawyer ordered.

When Melissa opened her mouth, my jaw dropped. The entire space where her tongue would be was completely filled with my cum. It was easily the largest shot of cum I had ever discharge through a single orgasm. I suddenly felt embarrassed and heat began to rise to my cheek.

“You can spit it out.” I offered with a cupped hand.

Melissa closed her lips with a smirk and shook her head. Then, without looking away from my eyes, she swallowed the whole thing.

“You don’t have to do that.” I cried out in horror.

“I wanted to.” she said.

“How does it taste?” Charlotte asked with an unwarranted sense of curiosity.

“A little bitter. But overall, I will say it’s one of the best I’ve swallowed.” the dirty blond woman giggled.

Charlotte turned to me and frowned at me, as if I had done something wrong. As if I shouldn’t have cummed in Melissa’s mouth but instead in hers. Then, her eyes fell onto my limp cock laying flat on the bed.

“You better start making that cum again. I want to taste it too.” she demanded while patting softly on my cock.

I swallowed nervously at the promise of second orgasm. I wasn’t sure if I could go on then. Guys couldn’t cum and then cum again within a short period of time. I needed to wait at least a good half an hour before I could even start getting hard. Besides,
I usually just fell asleep right after cumming. But still, with two naked women still sexually unsatisfied, I knew sleeping now would make me the biggest asshole in the whole wide world.

“Um…I don’t think I can get hard anymore for now. But if you want, I can…” I looked down at Charlotte’s pink pussy adorned by an upside-down triangular brown bush.

“You can what Brandon?” Charlotte smiled coyly. “Eat my pussy?” she finished it for me and I nodded like an idiot.

“Only if you don’t mind, of course.” I quickly added and felt the humiliation rushed over me. I had always wanted to eat a pussy, wanted to smell it and taste it. But when I had wanted to try that with Jessica, she refused by saying it’s dirty.

“Do you want to eat my pussy?” Charlotte asked seductively while molding her soft feminine body against mine. Melissa was covering her mouth trying not to snigger out loud at the side.

“Yeah. I always want to try. If that’s okay for you.” I felt the blood pumped in my ear. Would the two considered me as dirty for wanting to lick their pussy?

“Of course it’s okay.” she leaned forward and kissed my mouth. “But I haven’t shaved. So, it’s a little mangy down there. Will you mind?”

Mangy was not the word I would use. Her pubic hair was anything but mangy. It was almost was if it’s an arrow directing me where to go. But with my mouth no longer able to form coherent words, I simply shook my head.

Charlotte backed away and propped a pillow on the middle of the bed. She laid her hips on the pillow and lied down on the bed. The pillow acted as a raised platform so her pussy was angled upwards. Then, she parted her long luscious legs. I watched the pink pussy opened slightly, as if it was telling me to come in. My cock, to my amazement, began to harden again.

“Have you eaten a girl before?” Charlotte asked.

“No.” I shook my head as my body trembled with sexual excitement.

“I can teach you.” Melissa offered with a giggle. “You lick here in an up and down motion.” she pointed at the vertical slit between Charlotte’s pink lips.

I went prone and wrapped my arms around her thighs. As instructed, I stuck out my tongue and began licking the slit. At first, it was more like testing the waters. I wiggled the tip of my tongue against the soft lip of her pussy. A salty, musky, taste hit me. It was a very weird taste. A taste that I had never tasted before until now. I found that I quite like the taste. I pressed my tongue harder to get a better taste. To my surprise, the pussy parted and my tongue basically went in a little.

“Oh yes. That’s it Brandon.” Charlotte breathed.

“Put your thumb here and rub it.” Melissa pressed her own thumb on a tiny nub at the top end of the slit and gave it a few rubs.

“Ahhh…” Charlotte squealed in delight.

I did as taught and began rubbing the tiny nub. Charlotte immediately went bananas and writhed like a maimed snake on the bed. Her hands ran into the thick lock of my hair and began clutching it hard. It was a little painful but I ignored it. The woman had just given me the best blowjob ever and at the very least I should endure a little pain.

The deeper I tasted the more I found the taste to be stronger. It was almost like the more I moved my tongue, the more her pussy rewarded me with the taste I sought. Then, an epiphany came to me. I plunged in two fingers into her honeypot and fingered her hard. As predicted, her pussy oozed out more sweet juices into the open where I lapped it up immediately.

“Oh God. Brandon.” Charlotte groaned.

“This is so hot.” I heard Melissa said. “Charlotte, do you mind?” the woman asked breathily.

“Come here.” Charlotte responded.

I had no idea what the two were up to as I was too focused on tasting the sweet pussy in front of me. When I came up for a breather, I was surprised to see Melissa straddling Charlotte. The dirty blonde was kneading her own breasts while Charlotte was eating her out. Melissa’s dreamy sex-dazed eyes landed on mine and a lazy aroused smile curved her lips. If my cock wasn’t hard before, it certainly was now. All hint of exhaustion from the previous orgasm had completely disappeared and my cock was in dire need of release once more.

I looked at Charlotte’s pink pussy. I rubbed the soft velvety lips a little and then spread them open with my thumbs. The hole was wider than before, to a point that I could almost see her inside. My cock throbbed and ached. It wanted to be milked. No, it needed to be milked! And I could easily see where it could get what it needed.

I sat upright and positioned myself until cock was now nuzzling against Charlotte’s pink pussy. She obviously hadn’t got a clue what I was up to as she was busy with working on Melissa’s pussy. Melissa on the other hand knew and gave me an encouraging nod.

I rocked my hips forward and felt the Charlotte’s pussy parted and engulfed my entire length. The pussy immediately clenched around me hard and I groaned at the pleasure surrounding my cock. Charlotte screamed in what almost sounded like she’s in pain and I immediately froze. The warm inside of her began to gnaw at the solid intruder that had found refuge inside her, as if trying to expel it out.

Realizing what a jerk I was, I felt a pang of guilt and my stomach cringed uncomfortably. I had just hurt her. And worse, she didn’t even give me permission to penetrate her. What was I thinking! I wanted to slide my cock back out but I hesitated as the pleasure was too great to not keep going on.

“Don’t stop, Brandon.” Melissa said. “She likes it.”

“But…she just screamed.”

“Yes. But did she tell you to stop?” Melissa pointed out the obvious.

Not only did Charlotte hadn’t told me to stop, she had kept her legs wide open too. It wasn’t like Charlotte was too busy munching on Melissa’s pussy that she couldn’t have said stop.

Once I had that figured out, I began thrusting my hips back and forth. My cock slid out and in, out and in, and her pussy sucked and milked me. I let out an animalistic growl that I didn’t even know I was capable of making. The pleasure was simply beyond this world. Having sex with Jessica was exploratory. Having sex with Charlotte was ecstasy. No, fucking Charlotte was ecstasy.

I watched the woman’s breasts moved up and down as I pounded against her hard. There was even this naughty watery sound at each thrust, like it was an indication of how much her pussy had wanted me. I cupped her soft breast with one hand while mouthed over the nipple of the other.

Her feminine body molded against mine as our forms joined in a fluid and synchronous motion. I could smell her arousal, taste her perspiration on her skin, and feel the trembling need of her nubile body. All of that made mindless machine that had only one objective. That was to fuck her hard and rough and use her pussy for my pleasure.

When I felt a fresh batch of cum began to pool inside my balls, I knew I had to pull out. It wasn’t because I was afraid of cumming inside her. I was afraid of cumming, and then getting too tired to continue with this whole thing. So, with a smidgen of rationality still intact, I did the right thing and pulled out of her pussy. Charlotte immediate let out a frustrated sigh as I had no doubt just denied her an orgasm she wanted. But not for long as I replaced the demanding vacancy between her legs with two fingers and began fingering her hard.

Charlotte began to writhe and her legs kind of flail around. Then, with a loud squeal, the woman arched her back and shuddered violently on the bed. A tiny amount of watery substance was squirted out of her clenching hole. And then, she collapsed onto the bed and went limp. I hadn’t even got time to realize that I had just given a woman an orgasm for the first time when Melissa clambered towards me and then took my lips.

“My turn.” she moaned when she broke off the kiss and gave my hard cock a seductive rub.

I was expected Melissa to lie down only to watch her got onto four and turned back to me with a shy grin. Her pussy was drenched and I had not doubt most of the wetness was Charlotte’s saliva.

I had seen people doing the doggy style through my generous perusal of pornographic material. But never in my life had I dreamed of doing it to a beautiful woman that’s almost twice as old as me. And boy, my cock certainly wasn’t complaining with the pussy in front of me. While Charlotte’s was hairy, Melissa’s was as completely bare.

I quickly knelt beside her and guided my cock to her wet opening. With firm grips on her hips, I pushed forward and at the same time pulled her towards me. I felt her pussy spread around the head of my cock and then rimmed along the shaft until her pussy had engulfed me entirely.

“Ahh…” Melissa yelped. “I can see why Charlotte screamed.”

“Am I really that big?” I asked with a hint of embarrassment at the same time I felt a little proud.

“Yes. You are.” she mewled. She then arched her back and lied her head onto the bed. “Now fuck me as hard as you can.”

I clenched my fingers around her hips and pounded my hips against her ass. My cock plowed through the tightness of her pussy again and again and again. The woman shivered at the harsh assault against her pussy but from the looks of her eyes she seemed to be overwhelmed by the pleasure to care what was happening between her legs. It was almost like she was my slave, positioned for me to take and use her. My cock thickened with that notion and I hammered onto her faster.

“Oh yes, oh yes.” Melissa cried. Her eyes were half opened and glowed with lust. The kind of eyes I only saw in porn when the women were really stimulated.

“I’m coming inside you.” I heard the words being said. “You are my cum slut.”

What the fuck! Where have I learned those words?

I stared worriedly at Melissa fearing that I might have just offended her. But instead of rage, I could only see pleasure. Pleasure that seemed to have kept her tamed and forthcoming. Pleasure that seemed to have immobilized her body for my cock to exploit. Pleasure that made her replied, “Yes, use my slutty pussy to cum.”

That was all it took for the fresh pool of cum in my balls to rise up through my cock. I shuddered and let out a groan as rope after rope of cum spurted deep inside Melissa’s pussy. She moaned and squirmed as warm spunk fresh from my balls began to fill her up. My abs clenched a few more times, clearing out the cum left inside me and into her welcoming pussy. For a good measure, I pounded her pussy a minute more until she shivered and squealed to orgasm.

Then, woman collapsed onto the bed and her eyes fluttered in daze. I leaned away and tried to catch my own breath while watching my cum leaked out of her pussy, down her thigh and onto the bed. When I had sex with Jessica, I had used a condom so I was never privy to such situation. I had always wondered what it would feel like to see my own cum leaking out of a woman’s pussy, Oddly enough, it felt powerful. Like injecting a part of me inside her and marking her in the process. Like telling everyone that this woman is now mine.

Then it clicked. Sex was a power struggle between the two individuals. While women had power to choose who to have sex with, men obviously had the power over women on how to have it. I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head in disbelief. I really had just fucked my mom’s friends and not only that, I had made them both orgasm.

“You came?” I heard Charlotte asked. When I turned to her, she was staring at Melissa’s crotch longingly. Her face was still flushed from the previous encounter and her hair was a little disheveled. Perhaps that’s the infamous sex hair that I’d heard of.

“Yeah.” I said coyly.

“Are you tired?” she turned to me with what seemed like a hopeful look.

“Kind of.” I let out a yawn.

“Oh. Okay then.” there was a hint of disappointment in Charlotte’s tone. But before I figure out why, she leaned over the night lamp and turned off the light. “Go on, we should sleep now. We have to wake up early tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but to notice something was wrong with Charlotte. Still, exhaustion had come to me like a vengeful bitch and I let out another yawn. “Okay.” I lie down beside the now sleeping Melissa and felt Charlotte shifted on her side of the bed.

“Good night.” she said.

“Good night.” I replied. I closed my eyes and let the exhaustion washed over me.

I didn’t know how long I had slept but I reckoned it wasn’t long. My body still felt the exhaustion from the sexual marathon I just had. The room was still dark, which meant that the sun was no where near coming out yet.

Melissa was right beside me. She had nuzzled her head against my neck. She had one arm and one leg over my naked body. Her breasts rose and fell as she slept blissfully by my side, sending one warm breath after another to the back of my neck. It felt weird to be hugged by a woman during sleep. Almost as if she trust me so much that she would just sleep right there, as if she knew deep down that I wouldn’t hurt her, as if I would shield her from the evil beyond. It made me feel very protective. It made me feel, strangely enough, more manly.

I stretched one arm out to search for the second woman that I felt deserving of my protection. But as I searched, I realized Charlotte was no longer at her side of the bed. I gently nudged Melissa off me and laid her on her back. She moaned a little in protest but otherwise remained asleep. My body, as if having a mind of its own, leaned forward and I pressed a possessive kiss on her head. I then pulled the blanket over her naked form and climbed off the bed.

After putting on the khakis that I had so haphazardly discarded on the floor, I went out of the room. I noticed the toilet door was opened. That meant, for whatever reason, Charlotte was down stairs, since the only other room on this floor was mom’s.

I headed down stairs and quickly found Charlotte sitting by the kitchen counter. In her hand was a glass of wine. When I got closer, she noticed my presence and quickly wiped the corner of her eyes.

“Hi.” she said with a throaty, thick, voice. A voice that sounded like she had been crying for quite some time. As I got closer to her, I began to see the redness surrounding her eyes and the paleness of her cheeks. Her disheveled hair made her look even more pitiable that I couldn’t help but to feel protective over her. She looked like a hurt puppy needing someone to take care of her.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I took the seat in front of hers.

“Yeah.” she sniffled and tilted her head like all crying women liked to do. As if it would force the tears to fall back in or something. “Oh, I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.” I pointed out the obvious.

“It’s nothing. You should go back to sleep.”

I could have walked away and pretended not to have witnessed this. But every cell in my body wanted me to stay, to find out what’s making this lovely lawyer crying her eyes out. I reached out my hand and rubbed my knuckles tenderly along the stream of tears flowing down. She closed her eyes and leaned towards my touch. Then, she began sobbing.

“What is it? Charlotte.”

“It’s nothing.” she sobbed.

“You are crying. It must be something.”

“It’s just…” she choked and let out a torrent of sobs.

I palmed her face and then rubbed my thumb across the wetness under her eyes. I didn’t know why I did that. I just did. It felt right to do it. I didn’t press her any further. I waited. I waited for her cry to die down and occasionally wiped away her tears from her eyes. When she composed herself enough, she let out an shuddering sigh.

“It’s really stupid.” she finally said. “Remember that…I told…you…I had my…tubes tied.” she said between sobs.

I nodded.

“My ex-husband…he didn’t want any kids.” she began. “He told me…that I should, you know…get my tubes tied. He didn’t really…trust birth control.”

“Why?”

“He said they could fail.” Charlotte let out a sad laugh, as if the excuse was a mockery of her intellect.

“And you went for the operation?”

“Yeah. Love can make you do stupid things.” she explained in morbid amusement. “A year later…he said he wanted kids. Then he fucked one of my bride’s maids, got her pregnant and took her to Europe.” she burst into a gasping wail. Her body shook so hard with sadness that I had to take the glass of wine out of her hand.

“It’s so…stupid.” she cried out. “I’m so…so…fucking stupid!”

“Hey, stop it.” I cooed and went around the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around the sobbing woman and hugged her tightly from behind. My heart clenched sickeningly at her wailing. As I hugged her, I noticed the cut marks on her wrists. Suddenly, I felt angry. My jaw clenched hard with rage and I wish I could punch that bastard right in his fucking face. I had thought my dad was an asshole. Now, he seemed like a freaking saint compared to Charlotte’s ex.

“It’s okay. You are okay.” I whispered softly into her ear as I held her shaking body still.

“The children that he has with the woman…I saw it on Facebook. They are so beautiful.” the woman wailed with regret. “I could have children too. But I was so stupid!”

She then screamed a silent scream before gasping horribly like a maimed animal. It was very painful to watch. It was painful to see such successful woman fell prey to pricks and got herself hurt so badly. It was also insightful in the sense that there were horrible people out there in the world. Horrible people that had made this little damsel here crying out her guts.

I didn’t know how long I had held her. It felt like eternity, for I couldn’t bear to see her to be so sad, and at the same time it felt too short, for I wished to hug her forever. I wish I was more capable all of the sudden. I wish I wasn’t a college student so that I could take care of her and Melissa. God! I wanted to take care of these two women that it shocked me.

“Thank you.” Charlotte finally said when she calmed down enough.

“It’s my pleasure.” I said awkwardly as I moved back to my seat. “You did give me the best orgasm I ever have.” I tried to lighten up the mood.

Charlotte chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“Technically, Melissa was the one who made you cum.” she said with a light smile. “Twice.” she begrudgingly added.

“Is that why you were sad?” I asked, recalling the sadness I heard in her tone when we were about to sleep.

“Not really.” she looked at her hands and blushed.

Then, it all sort of clicked into place. Her ex-husband had left her because she couldn’t bear him child. And her husband had left her for another woman. In other words, her husband chose another woman over her because she couldn’t fulfill his desire. I had cum twice in Melissa. In some sense, I had chosen Melissa over her. I chose Melissa to fulfill my desire and not her.

“Was it because Melissa was able to make me cum and you didn’t? And that reminded you of your ex leaving you?” I articulated the question cautiously.

She held her head down in silence. I watched her played with her fingers as if she was contemplating something.

“Yeah. That’s about it.” she muttered. “It’s stupid. I know. I should have gotten over it. It’s been so long.”

“It’s okay. You’ve been strong.”

“Thank you.” she looked up and smiled at me. It was the sweetest smile I’d ever seen in my life. The kind of smile that made you think that angels might exist. “You are a wonderful person, Brandon.”

A shiver ran down my back. I felt my cock stiffen and I shifted on my seat. It didn’t help that this woman her was wearing nothing but a t-shirt, the very same t-shirt that Melissa had worn. A choice of attire that did nothing to cover her lovely mount. “Uhm…thanks.” I said shyly while trying to cover the erection from her sight. I shouldn’t have worn a pair of briefs.

Her eyes drifted down and then she laughed. “Oh Brandon. God, you can still get hard, after all that?”

“I can’t help it.” I protested.

“Am I really that sexy?” she teased.

“Yes. You are. And you know it.” I pointed out.

“Well, I’m going to head up for a wash. You can jerk one off here.” she sniggered. I watched her hips swayed sexily as she walked to the doorway. When she was about to turn around the corner, she bent down and hiked up the t-shirt and offered me a view of her round butt. “For you to masturbate to.” she chuckled and then left. I began to doubt if she’s really thirty four years old, and a lawyer for that matter.

My cock was hard as a freaking rock with that little side show. But I was so not going to be teased to masturbation that easily. I went to the sink and filled myself a glass of water hoping the long gulp would ease off the sexual tension between my legs. It didn’t. My cock remained hard and eager to get inside the warmth of a woman.

As I leaned against the kitchen sink, I began to recall Charlotte’s words before we slept. She had asked if I had cum. She also asked if I was tired. I was too exhausted then to put the two together. Now that I thought back about it, especially after learning about the horrible betrayal she endured and why she had been sad, a new revelation came to me.

She wasn’t really asking if I was tired. What she really asking was if I could go on and choose her, to fuck her, and then cum inside her. My lips curved to a smile as I shook my head in disbelief. Since she was so kind to tease me with the glory of her ass, I made up my mind to repay the gratitude. Besides, if fucking Melissa was of any insight, it would be that a girl loves a little rough play when it comes to sex. I turned off all the lights on the lower floor and then went up the stairs.

Charlotte was obviously still in the bathroom as there’s light coming from under the door and there’s the sound of running water. I stood at the doorway and waited patiently for my little minx to come out. The sound of running water soon stop and the door was swung open. Charlotte collided onto my hard body and recoiled backwards.

“Oh, you’re fast. Did my teasing helped?” she looked up to me and cast me a knowing smile.

“I didn’t do it.” I said sternly, trying to keep my dominant persona.

“Why, you hand’s not good enough for you anymore?” she chuckled and tried to skirt past me. I leaned to the side and block her from going out. When she moved to the other side, I simply followed and blocked her again. “If you want to use the bathroom, you have to let me out first.” she scolded lightly.

“I don’t want to use the bathroom.” I stepped forward which forced her to step back. She frowned at my seemingly rude behavior. As I advanced and she retreated yet again, she started to realize what I was doing. Then when we completely cleared the doorway, I swung the door shut and then locked it.

Then it was just her and me in a small confined space. Charlotte began to look around her like a cornered prey seeking escape. But there was no where to run and no where to hide. The only point of escape was the door and my 6’4″ frame was in the way.

“Then what do you want?” her voice became thick with arousal. Her eyes twinkling with lust as she looked at mine.

“You.” the word came out almost sounded like a growl. I edged her backwards until her knees hit the toilet. With a light shove, I forced her to sit on the toilet. She let out a squeak as her butt landed on the seat. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head in place. At the same time, I yanked my shorts off, releasing the massive hard-on between my legs.

I moved her head forward while pointing the tip of my cock at her rosy lips. Without a word, her mouth opened wide to receive me. My cock slid through the warmth and dampness until the tip hit the back of her throat. I gave her a light nudge and her throat opened up, allowing the tip of my cock to slid further in.

I shivered and groaned at the sweet pleasure engulfing my cock. I felt the tightness of her throat pressing on me as if she really wanted to swallow me whole. When she pulled back, she let out a satisfied sigh and stroked my cock with her hand.

“Spread your legs and play with your pussy. I want you wet.” I demanded. Or I forced myself to sound demanding. I wasn’t very good with telling a woman what to do since I never quite had that experience. But judging from the way this petite lawyer mewled, I was pretty that I was doing it well.

Obediently, Charlotte parted her legs and began fingering herself. At the same time, she sucked my cock with due diligence. I kept my grip on her hair and slowed her down if she moved too fast. I only wanted her to wet my cock and keep it hard while she got herself wet. After all, my cock deserved her pussy and I planned to make sure that’s what it got tonight.

“Is your pussy wet yet?” I asked.

“Emm hmm.” she nodded with my cock still in her mouth.

I yanked her head away from me and pulled her onto her feet. I spun her around and pushed her back down until her stomach was on the toilet seat. I grabbed her hands, crossed them over her back, and then held them together by the wrists. It was rough on my part and based on the lovely girly sounds she’s making, she obviously had liked the rough play too. I hiked up the hem of the t-shirt to her waist and rubbed my fingers along the seam of her sex.

“Do you think you can tease me and get away with it?” I didn’t know how I had come to say that but I did. And god it sounded really powerful and dominating. A thrill ran down my spin as I watched this successful woman squirmed under my grip.

“No.” Charlotte moaned.

Enough said. I moved to position and shoved my cock right in between her wet lips. Her pussy widened and absorbed me into her. Charlotte yelped at the forceful intrusion and squirmed on the toilet seat. I moved my cock out of her pussy only to have it roughly pushed right back inside.

“Ahh…” she screamed. It was the same painful scream that I heard when I first fucked her. I kept still and when the seconds passed without any verbal complaint on her part, I resumed my pounding.

My cock plundered the tightness of her pussy hard and fast. Charlotte had squirmed and shuddered, tensed and struggled as I fucked her. I had to leaned more weight onto her back to keep her still, to keep her pussy in place for my cock to exploit and ravage. Sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the small confined room. She whimpered and mewled, but never complained, never told me to stop.

I kept my pace and Charlotte’s pussy absorbed every hard thrust without fail. Her pussy had clenched and gaped against the raging intruder. Delicious friction of her pussy lips along the length of my cock pushed me further and further into the brink of release. Cum began to flood the base of my balls and my body tingled with the promise of orgasmic release.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I announced as electricity shot through my loin. My pounding intensified. My balls clenched. Charlotte cried out at the fierce, repeated penetration of her pussy. A cry that could wake potentially anyone within a mile from us. I immediately reached out to her mouth and clasped it shut, muffling out her lustful cries. There in, I shifted to the highest possible gear and ravaged her pussy with every last fiber of strength I could muster.

Finally, orgasm washed over me like a thirty foot wave, sending my body into overdrive. One thick rope of cum after another spurted right into Charlotte’s eager pussy. As the warmth of my seed spread inside her, Charlotte reached her own climax and shuddered violently. Her cries had turned to guttural moans. Her pussy clenched and milked and sucked my cock, forcing more cum out of me. I kept her body pinned and her mouth muffled and continued fucking her for a good minute, until my cum had frothed inside her pussy and my cock began to really ache, until her body succumbed to another shuddering, back arching, toe curling orgasm.

When I pulled my cock out, I watched my cum flowed out of the gaping pussy and landed on the tiled floor of the bathroom. I grabbed several squares of tissues and gave the thoroughly fucked pussy a good wipe. Then, I pulled Charlotte to her feet, only to have her body limped against mine. I quickly held her up by her waist to keep her from falling onto the floor.

“Hey?” I asked, suddenly feeling worried that I might have gone overboard.

“Emmm…” she murmured and snuggled against my chest. Her eyes were shut as if she’s already asleep.

I lifted her up with both arms and carefully brought her out of the bathroom. Seeing my mom’s door, I realized how much of a blessing it was that my mom wasn’t woken up by Charlotte’s cries and came to check. I took Charlotte into my room and then laid her down on the bed. Melissa was still sleeping soundly on her side of the bed, which was a surprise all on itself. I grabbed a portion of the blanket and lifted it over Charlotte’s body. Just like with Melissa, I bent down instinctively and kissed Charlotte possessively on the head.

“Good night.” I whispered and gotten no response. She was already in deep sleep.

I went out of my room, gone back to the bathroom, gave myself a quick wash on the sink put on my shorts and went down stairs. Exhaustion had its vicious grip on me. I clambered onto the couch, propped up the pillow, and then lied down for the night.

As I contemplated in the darkness, I wondered how had two women made me feel so complete as a man just over one night. A pang of disappointment shot through me as I suddenly took in the realization that this was a one time thing. Why would a women like them, successful and beautiful, would ever want an ignorant teenage boy that still let his mom clean his room to be with them forever. I was clearly just a temporary fix for their loneliness. Slumber came soon, but it was a disturbed one.

-To be Continued-

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Melissa likes to watch

by Red Czar

Introduction:
It’s a surprise party for Melissa, but the surprise is for me!
Melissa Likes to Watch

Junior year

Summer had finally ended and it was back to school for junior year. I was excited to see all my friends and all my favorite girls every day. Walking through the halls was just a festival of hugs and kisses and stories of what everyone did over the summer. There were some exciting stories too! It turns out I wasn’t the only one who had such an amazing summer.

On the other hand, being back in school meant that I didn’t get to spend as much time with my girlfriend Jamie. Jamie went to a different school than I did, so between classes and sports practice we really were only able to get together on the weekends. (At least until one of us got our drivers’ license, which would be very soon!)

One piece of good news however was that although I didn’t get to see Jamie as often, I also didn’t run into her best friend Melissa as often. Melissa was currently blackmailing me for sex ever since a pot fueled hookup during the summer. If I didn’t come whenever she called, literally, she threatened to tell Jamie about our little party. I was always afraid Jamie would find out, so I did what Melissa demanded.

Surprisingly, Melissa had only called me out on that deal a couple times since Jamie had come home from camp. I had almost expected her to be calling me every other day from the way she had first threatened. To be honest though, those couple of times when she did call, what can I say, the girl is magnificent in bed. As long as I knew there was no way Jamie would find out, I really had no problem fucking Melissa all day long. The afternoons we did spend together were incredible.

Birthday Surprise

A month or so after school started, Jamie and I finally had a Saturday with no plans! I was excited that we could spend the whole day together and… well you know. I arrived at Jamie’s house to some delicious passionate hugs and kisses. I was ready to just throw her on the couch and have my way with her. Of course that’s when her mom walked in with her “Alright you two give it a rest”. Parents can be so annoying.

Jamie and I had planned to go downtown for the day to do some shopping. Melissa’s birthday was coming up during the next week so Jamie wanted to get her a gift. Instead, Jamie tells me at this point that she had already picked up the gift, and we were in fact going to Melissa’s house for the afternoon. Surprise!

I really wasn’t very happy about that. I had hoped to get Jamie alone in the back of a dark movie theater for a couple of hours. We hadn’t had a chance to get naked for a couple of weeks and I really wanted to, at the very least, get my hands all over that sexy body. So, naturally I expressed my disappointment at this new development.

Jamie explained that Melissa’s parents were throwing a huge party for her the following weekend, which I would also be expected to attend, but she and a few of Melissa’s other friends decided to have a smaller surprise party this weekend, to throw Melissa of the trail in case she had any clues about the BIG party with all the relatives. I was still disappointed.

So, I had no choice, we made our way to Melissa’s house. Melissa was appropriately surprised and very happy to see us. I’m not sure which of us showing up at her door made her happier, Jamie or me. She was even more surprised as the rest of her friends started to show up. She admitted that she had her suspicions that a surprise party was brewing. Slowly the party grew and spread to the back deck and the pool and pretty much everywhere there was space for bodies.

Touching Jamie, Teasing Melissa

As I said, Jamie and I had not had any real alone time for a couple of weeks, so we were cuddled up on one of the lounge chairs in the back yard kissing and touching and not caring who was watching. Every once in a while someone would come by and tell us to “get a room”, but I didn’t care I was ready to do it right there in the back yard for all to see. For her part, Jamie was ready for us to get a room too. She would moan and smile and shutter with every touch.

Now early on in my arrangement with Melissa, I discovered that it really turned her on watching me all over Jamie. I mean, it REALLY turned her on, to the point that she could barely contain herself. I was fascinated by this. She couldn’t explain it, just for some reason it drove her crazy. When she watched me sliding my hands all over Jamie, anticipating what I would do next, it just made Melissa so horny she could barely keep her clothes on.

With that in mind, as Jamie and I were cuddled up in the back yard making out, I spied Melissa watching us from over on the patio. I knew exactly what she was thinking. So for her birthday I decided to make her orgasm from just watching us in the back yard. Hahah.

I suggest to Jamie that she needed to work on her tan, so she laid out on the lounger and I grabbed a bottle of tanning oil. Obviously just a ploy so I could get my hands all over her, but Jamie didn’t mind at all. Making sure to position myself so Melissa could see every move, I started to rub the oil all over Jamie’s back. I worked her back and shoulders. I untied her bikini. I made sure to slip my hands underneath and tease her perfect tits. Jamie would laugh and giggle and swat at me to make me stop, but didn’t. Not really. When my fingers slipped over her nipples she let out a sweet little moan. She loved it, but still made me stop because “people could see”. That’s what I was counting on. I saw Melissa watching intently. I couldn’t see where her hands were, but I could guess.

I pulled my hands from Jamie’s tits and started to do her legs, from the bottom, all the way up. I slid one hand between those thighs and gave her a quick tease. Jamie responded by spreading her legs just a little bit more. There was no way I could do what I wanted with all those people there. It was hard to resist, but I managed. Instead, I continued to oil up over her legs, slipping my hands under that bikini to cover her ass. I made sure Melissa was watching as I slid my hand inside Jamie’s bikini and oiled up her behind.

As I was doing that, Melissa had gotten up from the patio and came over to pull up a chair right next to us, where she could get a close up view. Jamie was laying on the lounger with her eyes closed as my hands were all over her body.
Melissa watched my hands on Jamie’s ass, then looked me right in the eyes and said “Well this looks like fun, can anybody get in on this grope fest?”
I honestly didn’t know if she wanted me to grope her, or if she wanted to get her hands on Jamie’s ass. (Can’t say I blame her for that) I was beginning to think maybe Melissa had a thing for Jamie.
I picked up the bottle of oil, handed it to her and said “Knock yourself out”. Jamie just laughed.
Melissa rolled her eyes at me, took a look at Jamie all oiled up and perfect and said “I would, but I think I need to go smoke a joint, you guys wanna come?”
For me that was more than just an invitation, it was a command.
Jamie said “no thanks, I’m comfortable right here. I need to tan more”
Melissa looked at me and asked (demanded) “How bout you?”
I looked right at Melissa, ran my hand across Jamie’s ass again and said “I don’t know, I think Jamie needs me right here”
Melissa gave me an evil look.
Jamie just closed her eyes and said “Go! I’ll never be able to tan with your hands all over me”
Actually, I was surprised Jamie just told me to go, but then in theory she didn’t have any clue about me and Melissa. She thought we were both just a couple of pot heads.

Happy Birthday Melissa

I leaned down and gave Jamie a big kiss that was hard to break away from. Finally she pushed me off and said “okay just go already”

Melissa and I individually made our way into the house. I didn’t want it to look to everyone else who was there that the two of us were rushing in the house and sneaking into her room together. I stopped in the bathroom and then snuck into Melissa’s room.

I’d barely opened the door when Melissa pulled me into the room, pushed the door shut and pushed me up against it. She kissed me hard while locking the door behind us.
She pulled away from me and said “you are such a fucking tease! You were making me crazy out there”
I just smiled. Melissa kissed me again, pushing her tongue in my mouth, and sliding her hand down into my shorts. I was hard as a rock already.
I said to her “I thought we came in here to smoke a joint?”
She stopped kissing, shook her head and just said “uh uh”
I said “no?”
She put her forehead to mine, nose to nose as she was stroking my cock and said “fuck first, joint later”
I said “it’s gonna have to be quick, I don’t want Jamie walking in on us”
She answered “So what are you waiting for then?” and with that she started pushing my shorts down.

I knew that once she’s this hot and horny, Melissa didn’t have any patience for foreplay or teasing. She wanted to be fucked, and she wanted it right now. I pushed her down on the bed, slid my hands up her legs and pulled her bikini bottoms off.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, put my cock up to her entrance and pushed. Just like our first time, I slowly pushed all the way into her, and just like our first time, she let out a long moan. She still seemed just as tight as the first time, and I could feel her entire body pulsing and grabbing onto me with every muscle she had. It felt so good.

I left it all the way in and just kept on pushing. This drove Melissa wild. She would wrap her legs around my ass every time, as she did this time, and try to pull me even deeper, even though she already had everything I had to give. I started to pull out and pump back into her. Melissa was letting out little yelps with every long slow thrust. I had to put my hand over her mouth to shut her up.
“There are people here this time remember, keep your mouth shut!” I said.
Melissa bit her lip but just kept moaning to herself. I started to thrust fast and hard. I just loved hammering her like that. She could really take it too, and she loved it hard like that. I drove into her for one last time, then just let myself go inside her. This was Melissa’s favorite part. She loved to feel me cum inside her. She loved it when I would keep pumping after cumming and she could feel it all mixing up inside her. Finally I collapsed on top of her.
After a moment or two to recover, I leaned up over her, gave her a little kiss and said “Happy birthday” with a smile.
She smiled and said “My birthday’s not until Thursday, but keep this in mind”

Knock knock

I rolled off of Melissa and we laid there for a few moments recovering. Finally I got up and pulled my shorts back on. I helped her up, gave her a quick little kiss and said “NOW… joint”

I sat back on the bed while Melissa dug around in her secret stash. After she found what she was looking for she joined me back on the bed, sitting up this time, and we lit up. We didn’t talk, didn’t touch, we just sat there recovering and passed it back and forth.

A few minutes later somebody tried to open the door only to find it locked of course, and then a little knock. Melissa jumped up and put her bikini back on, then went over to the door and asked who it was. It was Jamie. Melissa unlocked the door, opened it just a crack and peeked, then opened the door and pulled Jamie inside, closing the door again after her.
Jamie looked at us both and said “What the hell are you guys doing in here? It doesn’t take that long to smoke a joint”
Thinking quickly, I answered “Well one no, but you know, why stop at one… want some?”
I thought I was so clever as I held the joint out offering it to her.

To my surprise, Jamie actually took it! I’d never seen her smoke before, I don’t even know if she ever had, but what a fun surprise! She held it up, took the tiniest little puff, made a face, and tried not to cough. Melissa and I, both surprised by this unexpected development, just laughed and cheered her on.
“Whoo hoo! Go Jamie!”
Jamie proceeded to go to town on it. It would go from me, to Jamie, to Melissa, back to Jamie… so yes, Jamie was getting double dosed, and getting good and stoned real quick.

Jamie came over and cuddled up next to me on the bed. Almost instantly her hands began to wander all over me. I did nothing to stop them. I was liking stoned Jamie, stoned Jamie was horny as hell. The three of us started talking and Jamie said all of Melissa’s guests were wondering where the hell she disappeared to, that’s why she came knocking. Melissa conceded that maybe she better go back out with the crowd for a while since they all came to surprise her after all. We agreed. Yes, go, Leave us alone.

She looked at Jamie and me on her bed, passing a joint and groping at each other. You could see the lust in her eyes and I knew she wanted to just sit there and watch what happened next.
Instead she looked at us, gave us a wink, and said “I’ll leave you two alone to uh… smoke”. The same way she and I had just “smoked”

Touching Jamie again

As soon as Melissa shut the door I was all over Jamie. I wanted her so bad right that moment, and it wasn’t just me. Jamie had her tongue down my throat almost instantly. We kissed, and touched, and caressed each other. Then she just climbed on top of me.

My hands found her ass. She moaned and ground her hips against mine. I was rock hard again already. I slid my hands up her back and untied her bikini. She sat up, reached behind her neck and untied the top, as my hands went right to those tits. Jamie has nice c-cups that are so perfect. I had her nipples hard in seconds. She leaned forward, down over me, teasing those nipples right in front of my mouth. I wrapped my arm around her, pulled her down against me hard and started sucking.

Jamie was moaning with her eyes closed as I continued adoring her tits. She had one hand wrapped around my head holding me tight against her chest. My hands went right back to that sweet ass again. I slid my hand inside her bikini and caressed, and she just moaned even louder. In no time at all that bikini was sliding down her legs.

I rolled her over on her back and slid the bottoms down and off. I so loved her naked. I could stare at that body all night, so slim and tight and perfect. But right now I had other plans. I slid my hand up the inside or her leg all the way, until I finally reached her pussy. She was so wet already. With the first touch she let out a loud moan and spread her legs nice and wide this time. Wow she was horny. I let my fingers slide up over her slit, with my middle finger sliding into her and getting soaked in her juices. I looked her in the eyes, pulled that finger out and put it in my mouth. What a heavenly taste. She grinned.

With a taste of her on my lips, I leaned down and returned to kissing her as my fingers returned between her legs. I buried one finger inside her. Then two. Jamie was moaning more than ever with every touch. She was being very vocal, I’d never seen her like this before. Must be the weed. As my fingers worked inside her she started moving her hips to my rhythms.

Tasting Jamie

I sat up for a moment, then stopped long enough to pull my own shorts off for the second time today. I wasted no time in pushing Jamie’s legs apart and moving up between them. My hand returned to her pussy and my fingers found their way right back up inside her. Jamie responded immediately with her hips bucking and thrusting against my fingers. She had her eyes closed and was making one long low moan as I worked my fingers inside her.

She could barely keep still. I was loving stoned, horny Jamie. Right now however, I had other plans. I leaned down, pushed her legs just a little wider, and settled down between them. I ran my tongue along her slit. Her hands went right to my head and held me there. I kept my tongue working and teasing her. At the same time still working my fingers inside her. It was driving her crazy.

I used my thumbs to pull her lips open and sank my tongue as deep as I could inside her. Oh she tasted so good. Her hands were pushing my head into her. My tongue was happy to go there. I licked and flicked and pushed it deep inside her. I licked and nibbled and sucked and tasted. Jamie was making more noise than I’d ever heard from her, I’m sure everyone outside the room heard.

Finally, it was time to push her over the edge. I could tell she was close. I pulled my tongue out of her and licked along her lips again. First up one side. Then up the other. Then I ran all the way up to her clit. The moment my tongue touched it Jamie let out an actual scream and her legs clamped around my head. She arched her back to push her pussy into my face. I continued working her clit. I licked it. I sucked on it. I worked circles over it with my tongue. I took it gently between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. Jamie was just screaming the whole time. When I finally stuck my fingers back inside her at the same time, the screaming stopped and turned into a long low whimper. Her whole body tensed up and she held my head there tighter than ever. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. (I didn’t want to). Jamie just started flowing with juices and shaking with orgasm. It was delicious.

Melissa likes to watch

I finally freed myself from Jamie’s leg lock and pulled away. I sat up, pulled her legs up and leaned forward, slowly sliding my cock along her slit. She just laid there saying “On my god, oh my god”. I leaned forward over her and started to push my cock into her. Her moans became louder. I started to go deeper and deeper, and then to build a little rhythm. She was so hot, and wet, and seemed to grip onto me tighter than ever. I started to thrust and pump into her as deep as I could.

After a few minutes of this, Jamie’s head cleared momentarily and her eyes popped open.
She looked me right in the eyes and said “I hope you put a condom on that thing”
I didn’t. I really hate those things. I said “hmmm… well… not really… but we’ll be okay”. I kept on pumping into her just the same.
She closed her eyes and started pushing back against my every thrust again. Then she regained her composure again and said “You better find something to cover that thing fast or this is done NOW”
Ugh. I stopped, grabbed for my pants knowing I remembered to bring at least one with me. As I was searching my pockets, I notice sudden movement from over by the doorway.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I hear Melissa saying “Wait! I’ve got some right here”, as she ran to her dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a condom.
I’m sure my eyes were as big as dinner plates from shock. I said “Melissa! What the fuck!”
Obviously she had snuck unnoticed into the room while Jamie and I weren’t paying attention.
Jamie lay on the bed naked in a pool of her own juices (and Melissa’s), looked at me trying to cover myself over, then looked at Melissa and screamed “How long have you been standing there?”
Melissa looked at Jamie, while holding up a condom, and answered “Who cares, do you wanna get fucked or not?”
I truly had no idea what to do. I thought sure our secret was about to come out. I couldn’t even think.
Jamie looked at her and said “Just give it to him and get the fuck out already”
Melissa answered “But I wanna watch.” And gave us both an evil and kinky smile.
I said “What? NO you can’t WATCH! What the fuck!” Clearly I wasn’t thinking about the threesome this could turn into. Right that moment all I wanted was to fuck my girlfriend.
To my shock, Jamie answered “I don’t care just put the fucking thing on already!”

I tried to grab the condom from Melissa but she pushed my hand away and just ripped it open. The next thing I know she’s pushing me back, grabbing my cock and rolling the condom on me saying
“Here let me, you’ll just do it wrong”

I gave up caring what was going on or trying to figure it out. One of them, both of them, I just wanted my cock back in my Jamie right now. I pushed Melissa away, climbed between Jamie’s legs and buried myself inside her. No more Mr. Nice guy this time. I pulled her legs up, lifting her ass up off the bed, and just started to pound her pussy as hard as I could. Just like I did with Melissa. Jamie was letting out a long string of grunts and groans as I would push myself as deep as I could. This was what I had waited weeks for.

Melissa likes to do more than watch!

All of a sudden, as I’m pounding into Jamie hard and fast, I feel Melissa climb up on the bed behind me. I was so intent on Jamie that I’d already forgotten she was still there. Melissa leaned right into me from behind, onto my back, leaned her head on my shoulder, grabbed my hips with her hands, and started to join me in every thrust into Jamie. My mouth just dropped open.

I really didn’t care. I had my beautiful girlfriend under me. I had her beautiful best friend on top of me. I could tell that Melissa had at least taken her top off because I could feel her nipples hard against my back. I just continued. I hammered my cock into Jamie as hard as I could, and Melissa gave a little extra push with every thrust. I would stop all the way inside her and grind my hips against her, trying to get as deep as I could. Jamie was grunting and screaming with every motion. She wasn’t usually a screamer, but she was loud today! I’m not sure she knew that Melissa was even there until Melissa reached around and started rubbing Jamie’s clit while I continued to pound her.

That sent Jamie off again. For the second time she clenched her entire body. She grabbed my hips and tried to pull me tighter into her. I was happy to oblige. She clenched her legs around me, and Melissa, holding my cock deep inside her. Her whole body shook. Her O-face was simply angelic. God she was so beautiful when she orgasmed. She continued to shake for a good minute and a half at least.

I however was not done. The condom was slowing things down and making me last longer. As Jamie finished her orgasm I just continued fucking. Her screams turned into one long moan again. It didn’t take a lot longer for me to be almost ready to unload. Melissa knew it was coming. She climbed off of me and came up next to the bed. I could see now that she was completely naked.

Jamie was laid back with her eyes closed, completely spent, but still letting out little whimpers with every thrust. I so wished I could just unload inside her again.
Then out of the blue, Melissa says “Stop! You’re going to waste it!”
She pushed me off of Jamie. Pushed me on my back and reached for my cock. She pulled the condom off and just threw it. The next thing I knew, Melissa has straddled me and is lowering her pussy over my bare cock. I didn’t ask permission. I didn’t look at Jamie. I had no idea how she was reacting. I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was the pussy enveloping my cock, whoever it belonged to. I grabbed Melissa’s hips, pulled her down onto me and started to slam.

Now it was Jamie’s turn.
“Melissa! What the fuck! Get off my boyfriend!”
I just kept hammering.
Melissa answered “C’mon you can’t waste a good orgasm on a condom”
One, two, three more thrusts…
Jamie said “I don’t care! Get the fuck off of him. I said you could watch, I didn’t say you could fuck him!”
It was too late. I held Melissa’s hips tight, thrust into her as hard as I could and just let it blast, with my girlfriend sitting right there watching me cum inside her best friend, for the second time that day.

Jamie grabbed onto Melissa and started to pull her off of me. I was holding her hips tight as I pumped more cum deep up inside her. Melissa tried to hold on. Jamie pulled harder and finally succeeded in pulling Melissa off of me. Not quite finished, I shot a couple more strings across the bed, getting some on both of them. The sight of the two of them, naked in bed with me, covered in cum. It still makes me hard to this day.

The Aftermath

Jamie and Melissa continued screaming at each other. I tried once to make peace but then Jamie turned on me, and I didn’t want that. I laid there while they went at each other and kept my mouth shut. Two beautiful girls in a naked screaming match over who can and cannot fuck me. How many guys get to witness that?

In the end, somehow, they came to a very tense truce. They had been best friends since first grade, I guess somehow that helped. I lit up another joint, kept passing it between them, and eventually Jamie decided to forgive Melissa because it was her birthday. There was some joking about how Jamie gets to fuck Melissa’s boyfriend, IF she ever gets one. (At least I think it was a joke) Melissa agreed to that right way, but I objected to that one.

Amazingly, Jamie never blamed me in the slightest. She blamed the whole thing on Melissa.
“I can’t believe she climbed on top of you like that, what a fucking slut!” were her exact words.
Jamie and I continued to have awesome sex for another three months.

Jamie however would never let Melissa be alone with me again. Jamie and I also did NOT attend Melissa’s real surprise party the next weekend. Jamie never did find out that Melissa and I had been fucking for months already. Melissa and I never got a chance to do it again after that day, at least not while I was still dating Jamie.

The best part was that Melissa didn’t just watch. She recorded the whole afternoon. She had hidden a video camera in her room and taped me fucking her, me fucking Jamie, her jumping in, the whole episode. She gave me a copy. I haven’t been able to watch it all the way through yet.

I understand now why Melissa likes to watch.

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This is based on a true story. 95% of this is true. (and I have the tape to prove it). I’ll let you decide for yourself where the truth veered left.

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The Girlfriend’s condition

by starrynight

Introduction:
It was just another saturday morning when my friend Andy came over and asked me for a favor, to fuck his girlfriend with him.
The events in this story occurred about 2 years before the ones in my story “Me and Emma down by the river”.
The stories can be read separately and do not relay on each other in any way, but you can read the other to learn more about Nick, the main character.

Enjoy:
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It was a sunny Saturday morning, I was sitting in the kitchen of my apartment drinking coffee when my cell rang.

“Hi man” said Andy once I picked up, “You home”?

“Yes” I answered.

“Busy?” he continued.

“Not especially” I said.

“Great, then I’m on my way over. There’s something I have to talk to you about”, he said and with that clicked off.

I thought nothing special of it, Andy and I have been close friends for over 10 years, since middle school, and we would pop in whenever we needed to talk to each other which was often.

I finished drinking my coffee and washed my mug just as I heard a knock on the door and went over to open it.

“Hey Nick” Andy said shaking my hand with his regular carefree smile, “how are you?”.

“Pretty good Andy, come on in. Do you want some coffee or something” I offered.

“Thanks man, I’m good for now” he replied.

I led him to the living room and we sat down.

After exchanging some more pleasantries and the usual chitchat, I asked him what he wanted to talk about.

Andy was looking a bit anxious which was not like him at all, but started talking nonetheless.

“Ok listen, I’m gonna talk to you about something but this is between us “.

“No problem” I answered, my interest peeked.

“It has to do with Penny” he went on.

Penny was Andy’s girlfriend. They have been dating for the past 4 years, and moved in together less than a year ago. She was really nice and we became quite friendly with one another. We would talk and meet up every once in while even without Andy, but always as friends.

What does he want to talk to me about that has to do with Penny? I thought to myself. Maybe he is going to propose to her, I kept thinking.

“Go ahead”, I told him. “You know me, I won’t say a word”.

Andy started: “So, you know we have been together for quite some time now. Well, something interesting came up when we were talking last night. Now it came up as a joke but we started talking about it seriously”.

“About what seriously?” I asked, sure that he was going to say marriage.

“Threesomes” He answered to my surprise, blushing slightly.

“We started talking about threesomes and things escalated pretty wildly. She asked me if we ever decided to have a threesome who would I want to join us. I wasn’t sure if she was for real or not but I decided to take my chances and said Amanda, her hot blond friend from work”.

“And what did she say?” I asked fascinated.

“You wouldn’t believe it”, Andy continued telling “Penny was into it. She said she liked my choice and that on multiple occasions Amanda told her she thought I was good looking. Also, she said Amanda isn’t seeing anyone right now and that she is pretty sure she will be onboard if she asks her.”

“NICE!” I said when he finished. Envying the lucky bastard like hell.

“Wait” Andy said blushing, “that’s not the whole story. Penny said that she will do it on one condition”.

“What’s that?” I asked him interested.

“She said that if we have a threesome with one of her friends, it only fair we also have a threesome with one of my friends”.

“Damn, who did she say?” I asked wide eyed.

Andy looked down at the floor before raising his gaze to look me in the eyes and quietly answer: “You Nick”.

I was shocked and embarrassed but at the same time extremely flattered that Andy’s hot girlfriend wanted me.

“And what did you tell her?” I managed to ask after my shock wore off.

“I told her I would talk to you about it”. Andy answered.

After a long pause Andy was the first one to speak: “So what do you say?”

It took me a few seconds to put together an answer: “No way”!

“What? Why not?” Andy said disappointed and surprised.

“You can’t be serious” I replied rhetorically. “I am not going to have sex with your girlfriend and you. It will be weird and wrong and so not me”.

Andy didn’t give up: “Come on man, do this for me. You’ve met Amanda right? You know how hot she is. I want to fuck her so bad but Penny will only do it if you agree as well”.

“Sorry man but my answer is no. And I think you know it’s for the best”. I said ending the discussion.
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The following week I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation, but the days after that the thought was gradually pushed away from my mind. Andy didn’t mention the conversation after that and we continued hanging out like nothing happened.

On the other hand I didn’t see or talk to Penny for a few weeks after that. It didn’t seem intentional, there was always a good reason why she wasn’t around, but I still had a notion that she was avoiding me because Andy told her I said no.

It was 3 weeks after our conversation when I talked to her again. I was driving home from work when I heard my phone ring. I looked down at the screen and saw Penny’s name on it. I panicked at first but answered the phone nonetheless.

“Hey honey” I heard Penny say through the car speakers (Yes she calls me honey. Like I wrote, we’re friends).

“Hey Penny, it’s been a while” I answered my heart beating fast.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I’ve been super busy the last few weeks” She said innocently.

“Don’t worry about it” I said relaxing a little.

“Actually, I was hoping to fix that” Penny said.

I tensed up again and Penny continued: “Andy’s birthday is this weekend and I am organizing a night out in town to celebrate”.

I was relieved for a second when she started talking but then realized that I forgot my friend’s birthday with all that has been going on. I was mad at myself for forgetting but played it cool: “Of course, sounds nice. Who else is coming?”

“The usual gang” Penny answered knowing that I will know exactly who she is referring to.

She gave me the details: dinner and a bar or two, and hung up with a final “see you on Friday honey”.

I was feeling at ease when we finished our conversation. Determined to put the matter that was on my mind behind me for good.
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Andy’s birthday arrived. We decided to meet up at his place before going out and I took a cab there, bringing with me his present, an expensive bottle of bourbon I knew he would like.

I arrived at his apartment and was greeted by Penny who had a big smile on her face.

Penny was 23 years old and 5’8 tall with long auburn hair. She was quite slim but in an athletic built way. Tonight she was wearing a pair of tight black jeans, a white buttoned blouse covered by an elegant jeans jacket and a pair of low heels. She looked stunning.

Penny greeted me warmly with a hug and a peck on the cheek. She told me how good it is to see me and after a few more pleasantries I went over to say hello to Andy and wish him a happy birthday.

After everyone arrived we got into the town cars Penny ordered and started the celebrations.

It was great. We started with an excellent dinner and finished off with a few drinks and toasts at a bar (some of us more than a few). Eventually we called it a night and each of us headed back to his place. Andy suggested that I share a cab back with him and Penny, their place being right on the way to mine and I agreed.

On the ride back we congratulated Penny on throwing a great birthday and Andy said what a great time he had and how he wished he could celebrate some more.

“Hey, I have an idea” Andy said just before we got to his place. “Why don’t you come up for a drink, I will open that nice bottle you got me. I’m not ready to call it a night.”

I obliged to the birthday boy and when the cab stopped at his place, all three of us got out and went up to his apartment.

We got to the apartment and I sat down on the living room sofa while Penny went to freshen up and Andy headed to the kitchen. After a minute or so Penny came back without her heels on, a more comfortable jacket on, and sat down on the sofa next to me. A second later Andy came out of the kitchen with the bourbon and 2 elegant glasses to drink in. At first I didn’t realize why only 2 but then I remembered, Penny doesn’t drink alcohol.

Andy put the glasses down on the table and opened the bottle slowly to ceremonial noises Penny and I made (it was a very nice bottle of bourbon). He poured each of us a drink, we clinked our glasses in cheers and happy birthday wishes. Andy bent down to Penny and gave her nice kiss on the lips before sipping the golden nectar.

We finished our first drink while talking and laughing, the alcohol loosening my tongue a bit even so I was still very much in control.

We finished the first drink and I poured us another when sober Penny suddenly said: “I am getting bored, let’s do something fun”.

“Like what?” asked Andy excited.

“I don’t, play a game or something. I’ll go see what we have” Penny said as she got up and went in the other room, doing what sounded like rummaging through a closet.

Andy and I were still working on our second drink when Penny came back with a pack of cards.

“This is all I found, let’s play cards.” She said sitting back down and removing the cards from the deck.

“What card game should we play” I asked them.

“I was thinking poker” Penny replied.

“Or”, Andy jumped in, “If you guys are feeling a little wild, we can play strip poker”.

After an awkward silence Penny answered first, her cheeks blushing: “You’re sure that’s what you want babe?”.

Andy assured her that it was and Penny agreed, looking unwilling and turning to look at me and see what I have to say.

“What the hell” I said next, drinking what remained in my glass in one sip, the drinks I had so far making me feel much more courageous and inclined to things.

“Alright!” Andy cheered, clearly the alcohol getting to him too.

Penny started dealing the cards while Andy poured us one more drink to help settle the nerves. Even though the alcohol helped, all three of us were nervous. I can’t even imagine what Penny was going through, she didn’t have even one sip of alcohol.

The cards started coming and the clothes started going. First hand was lost by Andy who jokingly strip teased his jacket off. After a few more tension filled rounds, we each remained with only our shirt and pants on (and whatever we had underneath).

Now things were getting interesting. I lost the next round and had to remove my shirt, exposing my smooth chest and stomach, a bit of muscle from the sports I do but nothing fancy.

The next 2 hands Penny lost to my delight. On the first one she stood up next to me and slowly took off her jeans, revealing sexy black panties that tightly wrapped her lovely ass, and a pair of long smooth legs. Just after, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, giving us a view of a matching black bra gracefully cupping her breasts and her smooth flat belly. She sat back down blushing bright red.

I barely got to take it in and enjoy her body before the next hand was dealt and I lost, forcing me to take my pants off and sit back down wearing only my boxers.

Andy was sitting on the couch next to us smirking, still fully clothed as the next hand was dealt, which he lost, and also the one after. He started by taking of his shirt, revealing his very muscular upper body, and just after had to remove his pants, sitting back down wearing only his boxers. The smirk left his face.

We sat there as Andy dealt this crucial hand, Andy and I in boxers and Penny in her panties and bra. My heart was racing as I picked up the cards and took a look. I was satisfied with the cards I got and after all three of us showed our hands, the losing one belonged to Andy.

“Oh man” he said disappointed, “I didn’t think I was going to be the first one out”.

And with that Andy got up and in one quick motion took off his boxers and sat back down, his cock semi erect and in clear view. It was bigger than average, I wasn’t sure how big exactly since it wasn’t hard but it looked about the size of my cock only thicker, but also a bit crude if that makes sense. Andy was sitting there not looking very embarrassed. On the other hand why should he be, Penny certainly saw it before and so did I (camping trip a few years back, nothing interesting, don’t ask).

“Guess since I’m out I’ll deal the cards” Andy said to my dismay.

Fuck, he wants us to continue I thought to myself but didn’t say anything.

Andy dealt another hand filling me with dread, and when we showed our cards I saw that I won the hand.

Penny was red as a tomato. I looked over at naked Andy and he looked happy, like he was fine that I was about to see his girlfriend topless.

Penny didn’t bother standing up, she reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off and giving me a very close look at her round breasts. They were beautiful: perfectly round, large and perky with small bright coin size areolas and tipped with small very hard nipples.

Just the sight of her tits started making my cock hard, a fact that was impossible to conceal with me wearing only boxers. I noticed Penny glancing towards the tent I was forming, probably hoping that I would lose the final hand and she will get a good look at what I was hiding.

Andy was also very visibly getting hard from looking at his girlfriend’s tits but he was determined to see the game through to the end and dealt us the final hand.

I was sure I would lose the last hand, I never was lucky when it came to cards.

We both picked up the cards and looked at them. Then Penny and I looked up from them and at each other before simultaneously showing what we had.

“WTF” Andy said the second we put the cards down. “What are the odds”?

We both had the exact same level hand, but before I could speak and say that I think we should just replay the hand, Penny spoke and surprised us both: “I think this means we both need to take our clothes off”.

Andy also seemed surprised by Penny’s words but jumped at the opportunity: “You’re right babe, it makes the most sense”.

Of course it didn’t but what could I do, it was two against one and I surrendered.

“All right then, at the count of three” Andy said sounding like a happy toddler and started counting down.

Penny and I stood up and for some reason automatically faced one another. We were both really nervous but taking into consideration that she was already topless I would say I was much more.

At Andy’s “three”, we both took our underwear off and stood facing one another, completely naked. Each taking the image of the other in.

Penny was so fucking hot. Her long auburn hair, gorgeous breasts with her nipples still rock hard and finally at the top of her long smooth legs, her completely shaved pussy.

My cock was in full salute for the display and Penny was taking it and me in as well, a look of lust on her face.

We stood there facing each other for what seemed like hours but actually was only a few seconds before Penny came to her senses first and sat back down, her boyfriend Andy still sitting on the couch naked.

As soon as Penny sat down I also came to my senses and sat down next to her, at the same spot I was sitting.

Just as I finished taking my sit, not knowing where to bury myself, Andy got up with a sly smile on his face and came towards us, his dick still hard.

Andy came over to the sofa and sat down next to Penny, pushing her a little for room and closing the gap between Penny and I, our bare thighs now touching and my erect cock only a few inches away from her smooth pussy.

As we sat there on the sofa, nude, Penny in the middle and Andy and I on both sides of her, my eyes involuntarily glided over to Andy’s cock. Not in a sexual way of course, just to see who has the bigger cock but I couldn’t really tell, they looked the same length.

Andy, sitting next to his sexy girlfriend, both naked, was finally overtook with desire and could not help himself. He took his left hand, moved it over to between Penny’s legs and started fingering her cunt with his middle finger, even though I was sitting right next to her.

Penny did not stop him, just the opposite. His action seemed to bring her over the edge. At the first insertion of his finger into her she let out a soft sexy moan that she repeated with every movement of his fingers inside her.

A bit of fingering was all it took on Andy’s part for Penny to take action. She reached over, grabbed Andy’s hard cock and started stroking it to his sounds of approval.

At the same time, to my disbelief and glee she took her other hand, placed it on my nice hard cock and started stroking it too.

Her hand was so soft, and only took a few strokes to bring me to a state in which I didn’t care she was my friend’s girlfriend. I didn’t care that my friend, her boyfriend, was right there with his hand in her pussy. I just wanted to fuck her! Fuck that divine sexy redheaded angel (or demon).

Andy must have read my mind because not a few strokes passed and he removed his hand from Penny’s pussy and got up on his feet.

“Get up” Andy said offering me his hand.

“Fuck” I thought to myself. I knew that this was a bad idea. Of course he wouldn’t be fine with me fucking his girlfriend, who would be.

But while my mind was racing, something completely different happened. I felt Penny grab my cock again and pull on it so I would turn around to face her. At that moment I felt an amazing sensation as Penny, still holding my cock put her mouth around it and started sucking my cock gently.

I snapped back to reality and was faced with an entirely different scenario than the one in my head: Penny was seating on the sofa, Andy and I standing above her. She had a cock in each hand and mine also in her mouth, blowing me blissfully while stroking Andy.

I couldn’t stop myself and let out a pleasure filled moan which put a smile on her still cock sucking face.

“Oh you like that”? She said after a second, removing my dick from her mouth.

“Uh Hu” was all I managed to say.

“Good, but now its Andy’s turn” Penny said with a fiendish smile and started sucking the tip of her boyfriend’s dick, making him moan while still stroking my cock.

I watched her expertly suck her boyfriend’s cock, starting at the tip and slowly going further until pulling it back out and in again.

After a few short minutes Andy couldn’t take it any longer and I didn’t blame him. He announced, then came hard inside her mouth, groaning heavily as the orgasm hit him, filling her mouth with loads of cum.

Penny waited until he finished cumming, trying as best she could to hold it in her mouth. Then quickly took an empty glass from the table and spat the content of her mouth in it.

“Why did you do that?” she snapped at Andy sounding annoyed. She wiped her face with a napkin from the table and continued in the same tone “You know I hate it when you cum in my mouth”.

“Sorry babe, you were just so fucking good” said Andy with genuine remorse.

“Come on, let’s continue this in the bedroom” Penny said getting up and started heading to the bedroom with Andy at her side, giving me an excellent view of her ass.

Halfway to the bedroom they stopped and turned around towards me. “You coming Nick?” asked Penny and I quickly followed them.

When we got to the bedroom, Penny jumped on the bed and lay on her back, giving me the best view yet of her naked body.

“After I treated you so nicely, I think it’s time for you to repay me. I want you to eat my pussy”, and with that she spread her legs, showing off a mind blowing pink pussy.

My cock was still as hard as ever but I wasn’t going to argue.

Andy jumped at the opportunity and headed for the prize when surprisingly Penny shut her legs denying him access.

“Not you”, Penny said to Andy, “you sit and watch after the stunt you pulled back there”.

“Come on babe” Andy said disappointed, “I’ll eat your pussy up just like you like”.

“Of course you will”, Penny said in an enticing voice, “but Nick will first”, and with that he sat over on the edge of the bed, his limp cock in his hand.

I couldn’t believe I was about to do it, but I did. I was all in at this point.

I crouched down and pulled her a little towards me so that her dripping pussy was an inch from my face, and then I got to work.

I began with my signature pussy eating move: I started out at the inside of her thigh just above her knee, then slowly kissed and licked my way to her pussy. Once there, I gently passed my tongue along her slit but then immediately continued along her other leg, getting her to release a sigh, part pleasure part annoyance. I then went back up her thigh and dove straight into her pussy.

Penny let out a loud sharp moan as I started tasting her. Her pussy tasted so good: warm, wet and delicious.

I started exploring her with my tongue, like a young boy trying to lick the last of his ice cream from an ice cream cone. I tasted and studied her to her constant moaning and groaning.

She seemed to be enjoying herself but I knew I could do better. Without Penny noticing, her eyes shut in pleasure, I took my index finger and while still licking her I inserted it deep into her soaking tight pussy, all the while looking up to see her face.

She let out a surprised squeak as my finger went in and I saw her eyes open in surprise and delight, looking down at me and moaning in approval as I started finger fucking her fast, Penny bucking herself on my finger. She was ecstatic.

“OMG Nick” she practically screamed after a bit and I pulled my finger out, “Fuck me. Fuck me right now” she said we a moan.

With that I stopped what I was doing and got to my feet, not believing what I just heard her say but ready to fuck her so bad.

Only then as I looked to the side I realized I forgot Andy was here. I was so caught up in his girlfriend’s pussy I forgot about him.

Andy was sitting at the edge of the bed, his cock back to being hard and a look of shock on his face.

Penny raised her head from the bed to see what was taking me so long and met her boyfriend eyes, noticing the look in his eyes and the fully erect cock he was stroking.

“You look ready to join us babe” Penny said to Andy as she sat up and got on her hands and knees so that her face was to Andy and her back was turned to me, her ass hanging in front of me.

Andy stood up where he was sitting and offered her his erect cook which she took in her mouth willingly and started sucking, meanwhile giving her ass a little wiggle as a sign to me.

I didn’t think twice. I grabbed her amazing ass and gave each cheek a lick. Then gave the outside of her pussy lips a final lick, and topped it off by spreading her ass and giving her asshole’s rim a strong lick with the tip of my tongue.

The last action caused her body to shudder and Andy looked up to see what I was doing to cause it.

Just as Andy looked up, I got on my knees behind Penny, grabbed my cock, awarded her with a few rubs on her pussy with it, and then penetrated his girlfriend with everything I had, Andy watching intently as I entered his girlfriend’s pussy for the first time. The same girlfriend who was sucking his dick so eloquently.

Just the sound she made as I plunged into her cunt, stifled by the cock in her mouth, could make a man cum.

Her pussy was heaven. She was so wet and tight I knew I wouldn’t hold on very long but I held myself as hard as I could.

I fucked her mercilessly, drawing ongoing moaning sounds from her cock filled mouth.

She was so entranced with me fucking her she couldn’t suck Andy’s cock anymore and just stroked it barely.

I continued fucking her hard but slowing down so I could hold on some more.

“No, don’t stop”, she said between moans, “I’m almost there…keep going… FUCK me…cum inside me…oh yeah keep going… OH GOD”, and with that the orgasm took over her.

She shrieked like a banshee as waves of orgasmic pleasure flowed through her making her body shake. I was still inside her holding her hips with both hands and breaching her with short hard thrusts.

It was a miracle I held on this long but her climax was too much for me. A few seconds after her shrieks of pleasure, her pussy clamped down on my cock and I came inside her like I never came before, shooting huge loads of thick cum deep inside her pussy, only strengthening the convulsions caused by her intense orgasm.

I waited for my orgasm to subside and pulled my dick out of her, her orgasm not completely subsiding yet.

She fell onto the bed and rolled onto her back, letting go of Andy’s cock as I lay down next to her catching my breath.

Penny was still panting heavily when Andy climbed on top of her. He held his body over hers, perched on his hands and lowered himself on top of her, their naked bodies connecting.

Andy looked his girlfriend in the eyes and started kissing her passionately. Not long after, Andy guided his hard cock to the entrance of Penny’s pussy and entered her, still kissing her soft red lips and disregarding the fact that she just climaxed powerfully by my fucking her.

I think that the sight of me fucking his girlfriend to an orgasm made him hornier than ever because he was fucking her like a madman, thrusting his cock hard and deep inside her causing her to moan loudly, her large breasts bouncing tantalizingly.

I just lay there and watched as the couple fucked intensely, just like they do every day I thought to myself. I have to say I enjoyed it, laying on the bed next to them and seeing Andy plunge his cock deep inside Penny as she embraced every thrust with a cock hardening moan and ignoring my presence.

My cock was not indifferent to their fucking as blood slowly started to rush back to it. I decided to help it and stood up on my knees. Penny and Andy noticed this but it did not slow them down as they kept fucking hard.

I moved a bit on the bed to where Penny lay and groans were coming out of her mouth, and without saying anything, I offered her my semi-erect cock which she took in her mouth.

She was surprised a bit at first but got over it quickly and started sucking me thoroughly, holding my cock in her hand and slowly taking it in, her tongue swirling around it wildly, all the while Andy still fucking her.

She sucked me so good I was hard in no time, letting out quiet sounds of pleasure. Andy seemed to like what he saw and wanted some too. He stopped his thrusting and pulled out of her. He got on the bed and crawled over to where I was. I noticed his movement and understood his intension so I quickly pulled my cock out of the warm haven of Penny’s mouth and rolled back getting to my feet.

Penny rolled over to lay on her side so she would be more comfortable and gladly took her boyfriend’s dick in her mouth, tasting the juices from her pussy on it.

I seized the opportunity and walked over the Penny’s unattended pussy. It was pink, wet and a bit raw from the fucking she endured. But all that just made me want it more. I spread her legs a little and pushed my once again hard cock into her beautiful hole.

She gasped as my cock filled her up once again but continued sucking Andy’s dick expertly, making loud sucking noises as his cock left and reentered her mouth.

I was back to enjoying the warmth of her pussy clamping down on my cock and let out a sigh of pleasure. I grabbed her right thigh as I pulled it up and penetrated her continuously with her still laying on her side.

I fucked her powerfully, thrusting and plunging myself as deep as I could inside her, making her lovely tits jiggle but not causing her to stop sucking. She kept sucking on the cock in her mouth to Andy’s moans and calls of encouragement style “oh baby that feels so good” as she kept sucking his cock intently.

I was fucking Penny rhythmically as Andy, his cock still at full size, removed it from his girlfriend’s grasp and asked me to switch.

I obliged, pulling my throbbing fully erect dick from her pussy as Andy got off the bed and walked over.

Penny rolled over on to her stomach and got up on her hands and knees again, her ass held up invitingly for Andy to grab and do with as he pleased.

Andy got up on the bed behind her, gave her wonderful round ass a kiss and a playful echoing slap just before holding her hips with both hands and inserting his dick all the way inside her cunt with one swift motion.

Penny arched her back and let out an immense moan as the full size of her boyfriend’s cock entered her. He held there for a moment, then pulled his cock out to the tip and plunged it all the way back in, making her callout in pleasure again.

While taking in the sight of the two fucking, my dick was still painfully hard and I needed release. I got on the bed and moved over to Penny’s face. I got on my knees in front of her and offered her my cock, pressing it slowly into her mouth as she started blowing it again.

It felt wonderful to have my cock back inside her mouth, for the third time that night. She was sucking me vigorously, driving me crazy as her tongue wrapped around my cock every time it entered her mouth, causing even more pleasure. I took my hand and brought down to her breast, fondling it as it swayed back and forth from Andy fucking her. I caressed her breast gently, slid over it with my fingers, and right when I felt her nipple in the middle, rock hard, I pinched it with my thumb and index fingers.

Penny let out a squeal and shuddered as the pain of my fingers squeezing her hard nipple along with the pleasure from it washed over her, her pussy still being ravished by her boyfriend on the other end.

Her tongue pressed down hard on my cock and that with the combination of the sound she just made, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer.

“I’m gonna cum” I said breathless, meaning to pull out and squirt my load on her face or back, knowing she doesn’t want me to cum in her mouth.

I started to pull out but Penny didn’t let me. Instead, she reached out with her hand and grasped the base of my cock hard with it, not letting me pull out as she continued sucking me faster and harder.

“I’m cumming” I announced, my cock still in her mouth as I climaxed, the wave of orgasm rushing through me, a groan escaping my lips as I shot my load in her mouth, my contorted pleasure filled gaze locked onto her face studying her expression.

My cock popped out from between her lips when my orgasm subsided. She then swallowed the mouthful of cum to my complete and utter surprise and topped it off by licking my dick clean.

I collapsed on my back on the bed to the sounds of Penny moaning as an orgasm took over her as well.

Her body writhed wildly and her hands gave out from under her as her face fell onto the mattress, screaming in sexual ecstasy.

Andy kept fucking her throughout her intense orgasm, thrusting his cock deep into her cunt, making a slapping sound at the end of each thrust as their bodies collided.

I just lay there on the bed mesmerized as Andy finally climaxed inside his girlfriend. He finished with short powerful thrusts as he emptied his cum inside her, causing the exhausted Penny to let out barely audible soft hoarse moans.

Andy fell onto the bed exhausted and pulled Penny down with him, his cock pulling out of her as they both fell on the bed.

All three of us lay on the bed drained, Penny in the middle laying on her side facing me while Andy and I were laying motionless on both sides of her.

“Wow”, I managed to whisper laying on the bed next to, “what was that in the end?” I continued to ask Penny in a hushed voice “I thought you hated it when someone cums in your mouth?”.

She just put her lips to my ear and whispered “I never tasted your cum before and I wanted to know what you taste like”.

I fell asleep almost immediately with that sentence playing in my head.
——————–

I felt a warm ray of sunshine on my arm just before opening my eyes the next morning. I opened them to find myself in a strange bedroom. It took me a second to realize who this bedroom belongs to and remember what happened the previous night.

I was laying on my back completely naked, my cock standing tall with a morning erection and I felt a warm naked body on the bed next to me.

I turned my head to the side and was instantly hit by the beautiful image of Penny’s naked body: Her red hair, smooth legs, shaved pussy, flat stomach and pink nipples at the tip of her large round boobs.

I looked at her and saw that she was already awake, her eyes open and glued to my erect cock. A smile formed on her face as she turned her gaze to meet mine.

“Good, you’re awake” she said sitting up, “come on let’s go take a shower” she continued, jumping of the bed to her feet and giving me a nice view of her firm round ass.

“What about Andy?” I asked, “do you want to wake him up?”.

“Na” she answered “Andy likes sleeping in late, now come on” and with that she reached over, grabbed my cock and pulled on it causing me to instantly jump to my feet.

She pulled me out of the bedroom and towards the bathroom by my cock.

“You know that everything that happened last night Andy and I planned in advance right?” she said as we got to the bathroom and she tuned on the water with her free hand.

“Of course I do” I answered immediately, her hand still wrapped around my cock.

“Really” Penny continued with doubt, “When did you figure it out?”.

I pulled her close to me and held her with one hand while I brought the other one down, inserting my middle finger inside her wet pussy.

I put my lips to her ear, and just as she let out a low quiet moan I whispered: “I knew the second I felt your hand on my cock”.

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Well, That Backfired 2

by White Walls

Introduction:
This is the second part of my series “Well, That Backfired.” In the first part, Eleanor O’Reilly convinces Tom Baker to act on his desires for his sister, Laurie Baker. After some coercion, a little rape, and a bit of mental games, Laurie falls in love with Tom. At the end of the chapter, Laurie and Tom’s Mom (named Sierra), catches the three of them. CAPITAL NAMES mean the story is being told from that character’s perspective. Please leave comments! I always like to hear what people think.
SIERRA

The moans and screams of my teenage daughter flow from her open bedroom window and into the backyard. The neighbors give me amused expressions while I hurriedly run to the back door and fumble with the keys. I flush beat-red with embarrassment as I battle the door’s broken latch to the soundtrack of Laurie wailing her ecstasy above me. I curse under my breath and wrestle with the stubborn metal, feeling the neighbor’s judging eyes taking me in. This wouldn’t be nearly as bad if Laurie kept it down, but holy shit, she’s a screamer! Was I ever that obnoxious in high school? Yeah, I definitely was, but at least I had the wherewithal to close the fucking window!. I grit my teeth and finally manage to spring the fucking latch. I swing the backdoor open and run up the stairs. Her screams subside as I reach the top step, and I take a moment to breathe and collect myself. I assume her and Ryan have heard my rapid ascent up the steps, and are now hurriedly getting beneath the covers. I’m not the kind of mom who barges into her daughter’s room when I know she’s in the act, so I wait until she’s had enough time to cover up. After a painful minute, I figure I’ve waited long enough, so I put on my best mom-face, and grasp the door knob.

“How hard is it to close your fucking-” the words stop dead in my throat. Apparently, they hadn’t heard me coming up the stairs; and by “they,” I mean Laurie, her best friend, Eleanor, and her brother, Tom. My son, Tom. They’re all naked, all lying on the bed, and all staring at me with the same expression of horror that’s on my face. Actually, Eleanor’s expression is more of amusement than anything.

“Hey, Mrs. B!” she laughs jovially at me, “You know, knocking is usually the polite thing to do.”

I open my mouth to say something, but the words stick in my throat. I simply stare from Laurie, to Tom. Laurie’s gaze falls almost immediately, but Tom stares back. His shocked expression has relaxed into a cold, hard, gaze. It’s a look I’ve never seen him wear before; it almost says “so, we’re fucking; what are you going to do about it?” It’s disturbing, but this whole goddamn situation is disturbing. No, “disturbing” is the wrong word for it; this is a family-ruining, life-destroying, you-failed-so-hard-as-a-mother, catastrophe. My heart sinks slowly into my chest as the realization weighs on me. I open my mouth to say something, anything, but there’s nothing to be said. There’s no magical combination of words that can fix this. I give my children a final, dismayed look, step into the hallway, and close the door.

ELEANOR

Oh, man; this is just too good! Tom and Laurie are staring at each other, their faces communicating their horror in stark detail. I’m nestled between them, enjoying the warmth of their bodies almost as much as I’m enjoying their discomfort. In case you haven’t realized this about me, I’m a twisted, sexual deviant. I need the wrong and the extreme to really get me off. I was worried that after Tom seduced Laurie, the two would start a boring, brother-sister romance. Once you get passed the taboo of the relationship, there’s really nothing that special about two related teenagers fucking each other… unless they get caught. Well, they’ve been caught, and by the worst person possible. Now, the possibilities really open up.

“Tom,” Laurie whispers to her brother in a shaking voice, “what the fuck are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Tom says grimly, though his voice doesn’t bare any of Laurie’s fear, “this is… really fucked.”

“Should we…” Laurie gulps, “should we move away together? You’re already almost in college, and Lincoln isn’t too far away. I could move out with you and still finish my senior year.”

“That’s an idea,” Tom muses, “I’d have to transfer out of the dorms and get an apartment, but we could do it.”

“You guys are pussies!” I laugh, catching the Baker siblings by surprise. They seemed to have forgotten I was here, and I demand to be noticed. “You guys are just going to bail on your single mother and leave her here alone? What kind of children are you?!”

“She’ll never speak to us again!” Laurie hisses, “She’ll kick us out anyway!”

“You don’t know that,” I reply, “you have no idea what’s going through her head right now.”

“I think we have a pretty good idea of what she’s thinking,” Tom says, and then brushes a strand of red hair over my ear and looks me in the eye, “but enlighten us, Ellie; what is she thinking?”

“That this is all her fault,” I say, “parents never blame their children for their actions; they always blame themselves. And right now, you two are planning on abandoning her. How do you think she’ll take that?”

I see the shame begin to spread across Laurie and Tom’s faces, and I smile internally. Manipulation has always been my greatest art, and today, I have a chance to paint my masterpiece.

“She’s right,” Tom says to Laurie, “we can’t leave her; she’ll blame herself for everything.”

“But what do we do?” Laurie says softly, the fear leaving her voice, and the sadness taking over, “How can we look her in the eye after this?”

“I could talk to her,” I say in my best ‘I’m just trying to help’ voice, “I could be the intermediary for the three of you, and smooth things out before you meet.”

“That’s an idea,” Tom says, “she’s known you your entire life, and you’re Laurie’s best friend; she’d be willing to speak honestly to you.”

“Can you do it?” Laurie asks me, her eyes full of hope.

“Sure, I can,” I smile easily, “I’ll get her calm and collected, and then the four of us will have a nice, long, talk. Once she gets over the shock of it all, she’ll accept the situation, and you guys can move on as a happy family.”

“You make it sound so easy.” Tom mutters incredulously.

“I can be very persuasive,” I smile wickedly to him, “as you two well know.”

Tom smiles at that. He glances over my head at Laurie, and Laurie nods.

“Ok,” Laurie says, and smiles for the first time, “sounds like a plan. Thank you, Ellie.”

“It’s nothing,” I laugh, shaking my hand in dismissal, “you two get dressed, and come when I call for you. This’ll all blow over in a week at the most.”

I get off the bed, making a show of stretching and shifting my hips for the Bakers. I glance casually over my shoulder, and smile when I see them both gawking; it seems Laurie has developed quite the taste for the fairer sex. I slip on one of her signature cut-off tops, and cram my full ass into a pair of her leggings. The bottom of my ample, pale, bust protrudes from the frayed hem of her tank, and her spandex stretches dangerously as it tries to contain me. I give myself a once-over in the mirror, and then walk out the door without a look back. I strut across the hallway to Mrs. Sierra Thomas Baker’s room and smile to myself. God, that was easy. Puh-lease, Tom; do you really think I’m going in there to fix the beautiful mess I created? Do you really think this ends in a wholesome, normal, family? Laurie is a bit naive, but you know me better. Did Da Vinci crumple up the Mona Lisa halfway through? Did Beethoven just say, ‘fuck it,’ after the first movement of Moonlight Sonata? I’ve just started my masterpiece, and now I’m going to finish it.

SIERRA

My thumb slips on the flint of my Bic as I shakenly try to light a cigarette. I haven’t had a smoke in years, but right now, I need one. What does it matter anyway? All the rules I’ve imposed on myself, all the classes I’ve taken, all the sacrifices I’ve made, all amounted to my teenage children fucking each other. Smoking in the house hardly seems like an egregious infraction now. A knock on the door nearly causes me to jump through the ceiling. I can’t see them now! I can’t look in their eyes!

“Mrs. B?” Eleanor’s voice calls from the other side of the door, “can I come in?”

I breathe a long sigh of relief, and manage to steady my hand enough to light the end of my smoke. I take a deep, sweet inhale of the addictive fire, and blow out, feeling my electrified nerves calm.

“Come in, Ellie.” I say to the door.

Laurie’s voluptuous, ginger, best-friend walks in wearing her clothes. They are way too small for her, but I guess Ellie didn’t have much in the way of options.

“Are you to be the intermediary between my children and I?” I ask her as I put the square between my lips.

“You got it,” Eleanor smiles, and gestures to the pack in my hands, “can I bum a smoke?”

I hand her a cigarette, light it between her red lips, and then sit down at the foot of the bed. She sits next to me, and we smoke in subdued silence.

“So…” Eleanor says, leaning back on the bed, “this whole thing is pretty fucked.”

“Yeah,” I concur, “but I’m guessing you don’t mind in the least,” I turn to her and give her a sharp look, “do you?”

“Oh?” Eleanor replies with a raised eyebrow, “you think this is all my fault?”

“You’ve always been a corrupting influence on Laurie,” I say, my voice brimming with rage, “and you were right in the middle of it. What am I supposed to think?”

“Sure, I was there,” Eleanor smirks, “but this was a long time coming, Sierra, and you know it.”

Eleanor stares at me with her sharp green eyes, and her gaze doesn’t falter for a moment. My eyes fall to my lap, and I feel the truth in her words sting me to the core. This was a long time coming, because I’m their mother. The hint of tears begin to well in my eyes, and I fight to push them back; I fight to convince myself that it’s not all my fault.

“So,” I say, failing to keep my voice from breaking, “you’re saying I’m a complete failure as a mother.”

“Not a complete failure,” Eleanor says, not bothering to console me, “but there were definitely some missteps.”

“Like?” I hiss venomously, staring darkly at her, “What do you know about it? What could a stupid slut like you know about raising children?”

“I’m the stupid slut?” Eleanor laughs, “I’ve heard stories about you, Sierra; you were practically a sex addict. You were a year younger than me when you had Tom, and just a bit older than me when you had Laurie. The only saving grace for you, is that you somehow managed to have them both from the same man.”

Her words are cruel and full of malice, but my anger doesn’t swell. No, she’s just telling me the hard truth. She’s not sugarcoating bullshit (something I’ve been doing for the past eighteen years), she’s laying it out as it is. My mind scrambles for a way to save face, but my reconciliatory thoughts are tangled with the harsh reality flowing from Eleanor’s red lips.

“I stopped,” I say in a shaking voice, “after Bradley left us, I didn’t go running out for someone else. I didn’t fall back on my old habits.”

“You should have,” Eleanor says, “you should have gotten someone to be their father.”

“I knew I couldn’t,” I mumble, pursing the smoke between my lips, “I had to control myself and become the mom they needed.”

“You couldn’t trust yourself to stay loyal to one man, so you forsook men all together,” Eleanor replies mercilessly, “So, instead of fixing your problem, you ran away from it.”

“I stayed abstinent through my twenties!” I growl at Eleanor, “I sacrificed the best years of my life for my children!”

“And look at the result.” Eleanor says, placing her cigarette between her lips, “all that self-denial, all that sacrifice, and how did it turn out? How noble of you, Sierra, to shackle your children to yourself.”

I stare dumbly at Eleanor, and feel the weight of her words crushing my chest. My gaze falls back to the floor, and this time, I can’t keep the tears from coming. She’s right; I should have sought help, I should have fixed myself when I had the chance. Hot, saline, water pours from my welling eyes and falls in little droplets to the carpet. The trickle becomes a flood, and before I know it, I’m reeling forward in the throes of sorrow, and spilling eighteen years of regret onto the floor. I feel a pair of soft, comforting, hands delicately touch my shoulders, and the heat of someone’s body embracing me affectionately from behind.

“Let it out, Sierra,” Eleanor whispers in my ear, “you’ve been holding in the poison for too long.”

“I knew I should have gotten help!” I cry, my diaphragm heaving in bouts of grief, “But I kept telling myself I didn’t need it!”

“And how did that effect Tom?” Eleanor whispers as her hands begin to tenderly massage my shoulders.

“I smothered him!” I cry, “I babied him well passed his age, because I didn’t want another man to leave me! Not my son!”

“And Laurie?” Eleanor asks kindly.

“I stayed distant!” I bawl, feeling the catharsis of grief-fueled release compelling the truth from me, “I didn’t want her to end up like me, so I kept her at arm’s length, when I should have held her close! Now she’s gone off and fucked her brother because it was the only way for her to find closeness in the family!”

“There, there, Sierra,” Eleanor’s sweet voice sings in my ear as she gently guides me to lie down, “admitting fault is the first step. Just relax, and let me take care of you.”

Eleanor’s hands prod me gently on my sides, and I turn over onto my stomach. She straddles me above the hips, and sinks her wonderful fingers into the congested knotting of my back. She sings a soft, soothing melody under her breath as her elegant digits work tenderly into the tense muscles. I feel more and more at ease with her, and I begin to relax, and let my guard down.

“You were a little off on your assessment,” Eleanor’s musical voice whispers, “but I can see where you’re coming from.”

“What do you mean?” I sniffle.

“Laurie didn’t seek out attention from Tom,” Eleanor says, “it was the other way around, actually.”

“Tom?” I ask incredulously, lazily raising my head just enough to look back at her. Eleanor looks up from the massage she’s giving me and nods with a crooked smile strewn across her red lips.

“Tom confessed to me that he wanted Laurie,” Eleanor says, her fingers working down my spine, “and after a little persuasion on my part, Laurie found that she wanted Tom as well.”

“I didn’t think he had it in him.” I smile sadly, and rest my cheek back on the bed, “My sweet boy…”

“Not so sweet,” Eleanor laughs melodically, “and hardly a boy any longer.”

“And Laurie’s already a woman,” I sigh, “I know it’s a cliché to say it, but it really does seem like just yesterday they were goofy toddlers, playing in the sandbox.”

Eleanor sings a soft, soothing melody that I can barely hear under her breath. The wordless lullaby floats into my ear and caresses my troubled mind as her fingers unwind the tension of my posture, leaving warm, loose muscle in their gentle wake. She sinks her thumbs beneath my shoulder blades, and graciously separates the entwined tendons between them. I feel the bridging tension of my shoulders release, and they sink easily into the bedding. She presses her palms along the arch of my spine, and slides congested muscle from bone. Warm, fluid, tingles permeate along the taut sinew of my back, until the fibers are lithe and flowing. Her fingers impress the tight reaches above my hips, and unravel the snarl of clogged fascia. She leaves me gelatinous and fluid, and I feel as though I could spill into the soft bedding from between my bones. Her delicate hands slide beneath my waistband, and I don’t stop her. I hum a gracious murmur, and feel a moan linger on my lips. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched intimately, and her seduction is more than my fragile mind can take. I’m a slave to her gentleness; a prisoner to her comfort. I’m broken, and need someone to fix me. I’m vulnerable, and need someone to protect me. Eleanor will fix me, Eleanor will protect me. Eleanor will make it all better.

“You know,” Eleanor says, leaning forward and breathing the words into my ear, “this doesn’t have to be the end of your relationship with them.”

“It doesn’t?” I ask, feeling a glimmer of hope rising in my chest. Eleanor will fix me.

“No,” she smiles warmly, and traces a single finger down my wet cheek, “but it will take some adjusting on your part. You can’t change the past, but you can still decide the future.”

“What do I have to do?” I ask. Eleanor will protect me.

“You just have to see them as they are,” Eleanor says, her warm smile turning sly, “you just have to accept them, and with a little help from me, they’ll accept you.”

“How?” I ask, feeling the glimmer of hope swell. Eleanor will make it all better.

“Stop hiding yourself, Sierra,” Eleanor whispers, her face brushing cheek-to-cheek against me, “stop denying what you really want.”

Eleanor’s hands move from my hips, and push beneath my skirt. Her fingers grasp the fat of my backside and spread me wide open. I’m too enamored in her trance to react, too trapped in her comfort to deny her. Touch me, Eleanor; touch me on the inside.

“Do you understand what I’m asking?” Eleanor whispers, her lips so close to mine. She holds me open with one hand, and reaches beneath me with the other. A single, elegant finger runs along the moist, tender, slit between my legs. She barely brushes me, but her touch awakens a hunger so ravenous, it’s unbearable.

“You want to make love to me?” I ask hopefully, my eyes drooping into an expression I haven’t worn in over a decade. I breathe in Eleanor’s breath, and taste the hint of her mouth on my tongue.

“I’m just the messenger, Sierra,” Eleanor smiles, her single finger running tortuously along me, never providing the penetration I crave, “this is something you’ll need to do yourself.”

“I’m-I’m…” a moan slips through my words, “I’m their mother! I couldn’t!”

“Yes, you can.” Eleanor says through a heavy, lecherous breath, and presses a finger hard against my clit. A shock of satisfaction ratchets up my spine, and my head rises from the bed; my eyes wide, my lips parted, and my mouth moaning. Eleanor’s luscious lips press to my neck and covetously suck the smooth skin of my throat. I feel her seductive control over me seep into the furthest reaches of my mind, and I melt in her lustful wake.

“After what they’ve done,” Eleanor whispers, her breath hot on my neck, her fingers torturing me with pleasure, “there are only two paths for you: spend the rest of your life ignoring the elephant in the room, and grow increasingly distant until you lose them, or join them, and spend the rest of your life sharing your body with them, as a mother, and a lover. What do you choose, Sierra?”

I moan, cry and shift desperately under Eleanor’s control. The need grows so hot and hungry that it consumes every thought it my mind. The transient voices of rationality give way to the carnal screams of Eleanor’s twisted desire, until I can no longer distinguish between her manipulation, and my own womanly needs.

I can’t do it! Yes I can. It’s wrong! So wrong. I don’t want to! Don’t lie to yourself. They’re my children! They can be more than just that. My baby boy… Your handsome son. My little girl… Your beautiful daughter. My handsome son… His strong hands. My beautiful daughter… Her full thighs. His strong hands… Gripping your ass. Her full thighs… Entwined with your own. They’re so young… A chance to be young again with them. They have each other… They could have you. A happy family. A happy family.

“Ellie…” I moan, biting my lip and looking pleadingly into her eyes, “get them in here.”

ELEANOR

Hey reader, I’d like to pause the story for a bit to describe what I’m looking at right now: Sierra Thomas Baker. It didn’t take much convincing to get her out of her clothes, but it did take a bit of gentle prodding to get her into the clothes I wanted. She’s such an emotional wreck right now, I could convince her to do anything, but I digress. Sierra looks a lot like Laurie. She has long, brown, curly hair, a cleft chin, a cut jaw line, big, blue eyes, a pointed noise, and high cheekbones. Where mother and daughter differ, is the body. Laurie is lean and athletic, but Sierra is built more like me; D-cup tits that jut perfectly from her chest, and an ass you could balance a wine bottle on. Even at thirty-four, her curves don’t show a hint of sag. She’s got a butterfly tattoo on her lower back (which is just adorable), and a mole next to her right eye that adds an exotic appeal to her. And reader, I can only hope that after two kids, my pussy looks as good as hers.

Anyway, I think it’s about time the Baker siblings reconciled with their mom, don’t you? I’ll let Laurie describe the clothes I put on her; I think you’re going to like it.

LAURIE

“Laurie, Tom!” Eleanor’s voice calls down the hallway, “Your mother would like to speak with you!”

I give Tom a nervous glance, and he smiles and gives my thigh a comforting squeeze. I check myself in the mirror to make sure I’m dressed appropriately. I hope the pink sundress Mom bought me last year will be enough of a nostalgia-boost to get me in her good graces, but I doubt it. I sigh, and nod to Tom. We stand up, link our fingers together, and walk hand-in-hand down the hallway. I open Mom’s bedroom door, and gasp.

I’ve never seen my mother naked before. I’ve never so much as seen her upper thigh. Right now, my mother isn’t completely naked, but it would have been better if she was. She’s wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, black stiletto heels, a black choker, and nothing else. Eleanor holds my mother from behind; her spandex-clad legs encircling my mother’s bare ass, her chin resting on my mother’s naked shoulder, and her pale hands caressing the glistening, leaking slit between my mother’s legs. She whispers something in my mother’s ear, and Mom nods nervously and looks up at us. Eleanor’s smiling, green eyes linger on my naked mother a little longer, and then rise slowly to mine.

“Your mom and I had quite a productive chat,” Eleanor smirks at me as she teases my mother’s pussy, “and we concluded that the best move going forward, is to slightly alter the dynamic of your relationship. Do you like her outfit?”

I give Eleanor a hateful, dagger-sharp look. She returns it with mirthful amusement and a shit-eating grin. This is what I get for trusting Eleanor fucking O’Reilly with a delicate family matter.

“Tom,” Mom says to my brother, her voice quivering in nervousness, “it will be difficult for me to think of you as more than my son, but I’ll try if you will. You’ve… you’ve grown so much; you look so much like your father. Can… can you think of me as more than just your mother?”

Tom gives Mom a studious look. His eyes travel down the length of her body, and I see her shiver under his gaze. Was it a reflex of fear, or excitement, I wonder? Probably both; he had the same effect on me.

“Yes,” Tom says with an easy smile, and begins to undo his belt, “I already am.”

I give my brother a shocked expression, but he just shrugs his shoulders, and continues disrobing.

“Laurie,” Mom says, her voice shaking with desire as Eleanor tortures her with teasing caresses, “you’re a beautiful woman with a kind heart. I kept you distant, because I was afraid of how I might influence you if we were too close. Will you be close with me now?”

Eleanor’s green eyes watch me with a calculating, challenging expression. Are you going to fuck this up? they seem to ask, Are you going to pussy-out? I turn my attention back to Mom, and take her in. God, she looks like me. Her breasts are bigger, and her ass is thicker, but add seventeen years to me, and you get her. Objectively, I can say she’s attractive, but do I want her? As my eyes soak in every inch of her near-nakedness, I realize, I do. I’ve changed; Tom and Eleanor have changed me, and I like the change. There’s not another moment’s consideration; I am going to fuck my mother.

I curl my fingers around the hem of my sundress and give my Mom a devilish grin. She returns my smirk with a wide-eyed, delighted smile, as if I gave her a touching gift for Christmas. I plant my knees onto the bed, and crawl over to her like a stalking lioness; my head stooped low, my shoulders protruding from my back, my hips swaying behind me, and my sundress slipping off them.

“She’s a little nervous,” Eleanor smiles companionably to me, and compels Mom’s legs to spread, “so be nice with her.”

“Are you scared, Mommy?” I whisper lustfully, a broad, wicked grin strewn about my face. She nods, smiles meekly, and opens her legs just a bit more. My feline-like crawl stops when I reach her feet. I slink my body upward, toss my auburn curls over my shoulder, and glance back at Tom. He strokes himself at the foot of the bed, and gives me a smiling nod; ladies first. I turn my gaze back to Mom, and usher Eleanor’s torturing fingers from her. I run my fingertips back and forth along the crease of her inner thighs, inching ever closer to the flower between her quivering legs. I see her slit glisten and leak, and her petals redden, and swell. I feel my mouth water at the sight of it, and I raise my eyes to hers. She bites her lip and hums a shaking, needful tone through her nose as she stares up at me with apprehensive eyes. Her fearful expression finally breaks, and she cries out with wanton abandon.

“Please, Laurie!” she nearly screams, “I can’t take any more!”

“First,” I giggle, “I want you to kiss me. A real kiss, Mommy.”

Mom gives me an anxious look, and then pulls me gently forward by the strap of my dress. Her full, pink lips are trembling; she’s still not entirely sure about this. I know the feeling all too well, and I know that it takes a firm hand to push the conflicting emotions away. I grab the back of her head, and force it forward. Our lips meet in a mush of tender flesh, and I feel Mom grow rigid in shock. I part her mouth with my own, and push my tongue inside. She gasps through her nose at the suddenness of my invasion, and I pull back a bit to ease her into it. I flick my tongue teasingly across hers, and invite her to play with me. Her mouth remains static for a second, and then joins in. Her lips suck gently, and her tongue slides tentatively along mine. At first, it’s obvious she hasn’t kissed anyone for a long time, but her old skills soon come back to her, and unexpected passion flows from her mouth. The only way I can describe it, is by saying it’s the kind of kiss you’d expect your mother to give you in the heat of lust; caring, tender, but still carnal. After a long moment, we part with a string of saliva bridging our mouths, and our eyes connecting above it.

“Where did you learn to kiss like that?” I whisper to her though an easy smile as I trace my fingers along her jaw.

“Experience,” Mom smirks crookedly, “you kiss like a whore, by the way.”

“She practiced on me before she ever kissed a boy,” Eleanor chuckles, “so, my bad.”

“You know you liked it,” I laugh and crinkle my nose at Mom, “and you’ll like it even more in a second.”

My thumbs hook along the straps of my dress, and I let if fall off me. Mom’s eyes unabashedly take me; her blue irises running greedily down the length of my nubile figure. That’s the look I wanted to see from her; pure, vulgar, desire. I’m not your little girl anymore, Mommy, and now you that you finally know that, I think it’s time to put you in your place. You didn’t think you could just jump in to what Tom and I have, and be my equal, did you? No, you’re going to be the bottom bitch. Playtime’s over.

“Eleanor,” I smile to my redheaded friend, “hold her arms back.”

Eleanor complies instantly, an excited look strewn across her face. She locks my mother’s arms in her elbows, plants her palms on the back of Mom’s head, and pulls back in a nelson hold. Mom’s lecherous expression flashes to one of fear in an instant, and I grin broadly.

“You didn’t think you could just join us and start on my level, did you?” I sneer as I mush my mother’s cheeks together with a clamping hand, “Did Ellie tell you how they initiated me?”

Mom’s eyes are wide, her lips are squished open, and her body is trembling. I savor the power I have over her, and feel it’s seduction coarse through my veins.

“They raped me,” I smile, and see the horror brim in her eyes, “Ellie held me down, and Tom fucked my ass until I loved it. I bet you thought this was a cute, little, romance, didn’t you?”

My other hand moves down her pelvis, and then rests on the soft, moist petals below. Mom thrashes for a second, and Ellie wrestles her into submission.

“Ever since they did that to me, all I can think about is doing it to someone else.” I whisper, lowering my face until our eyes are inches apart, “Thank you, dearest mother, for giving me the opportunity.”

I run my lower hand through her slit and lather my fingers with her juices, but I don’t penetrate her. Instead, I trace my fingertips through her petals, along her taint, and rest them on her tight, pink, rim. My sadistic smile grows as I see the realization dawn on her. Her blue eyes quiver in terror, and she mouths a single, soundless, ‘please, stop,’ through her deformed lips. I lower my face to hers, whisper ‘no,’ and lick my new whore. My tongue runs down her neck, over her nipple, along her abdomen, and through her mound. I hover my lips over her pussy, and inhale the sweet, intoxicating scent of her. I can practically feel my pupils dilate as her hormones rush into my primal mind. I take a last glance up at her, lower my lips, and push my fingers inside.

SIERRA

My daughter is raping me, and I love it. Her fist pushes inside my ass, and I feel my rim stretch to a thin, pink membrane that twitches as a fleshy cuff about her bottom knuckles. I scream in pain, and she sedates my agony with her tongue. She invades me, and tastes the hole she came from. I gasp, stop struggling, and rest my head between Eleanor’s supple breasts as I watch Laurie do her work. Ok, Sweetie; let’s see what you’ve got. Her nose presses into the puffy folds of my swelled lips, and her tongue curls against my ceiling. She slides it back and forth along my insides, and I twitch and spasm just like she wants me to. Her fist pushes in all the way, and my sphincter envelopes her wrist. I growl in appreciative lechery as I feel her knuckles deform the tender channel of my sinful hole. She smiles around my moist folds, and curls her fingers forward until their indentation presses along her invading tongue. My entire body arches from the bed in an involuntary reaction to her pleasure. My hips buck, my pelvis lifts, and my back curves against the subduing redhead behind me. Laurie rises with me, her tongue writhing relentlessly, her fist pushing methodically, and her lips sucking so sweetly. That’s it, Sweetie; eat your Mommy.

LAURIE

Mmm, Mommy, you’re delicious. The sweet tang of her nectar fills my mouth as I slurp her lustful secretion. I can feel her pulse through the taut reaches of her rectum, though its rhythm is being lost in the noise of her pleasured convulsions. I push my fist deeper, and her resistances uncoil against my advancing hand and embrace me tightly in a vulgar squeeze. I glance up and see that she is no longer shrieking in pain and fear, but crying pathetic moans and looking down at me with half-mast, lustful eyes. She took this a lot better than I did; perhaps I underestimated her. I push my fist a little further, sure that she’ll give me the reaction I want, but she just bites her lip, shifts her weight on her heels, and slides her body forward, taking my fist deeper by her own volition. She moans as each inch of my forearm disappears inside her, until it’s buried halfway to the elbow. Her blue eyes stare teasingly down at me, and one of them closes in a smug wink. That won’t do at all.

SIERRA

I should not have done that. The moment the lashes of my eye closed, Laurie’s expression turned dark. She narrows her eyes, removes her tongue, and gives me a wicked smile. Her fist pulls out to the bottom knuckle, and then pushes in again, and again and again. My eyes flash open, my head reels back, and I scream in pain and uncontrollable pleasure. Eleanor laughs musically in my ear as my daughter assaults me with a ratcheting barrage of deep, anal thrusts. My resistances break and close around her, and she buries her knuckles into the moist, tender flesh of my rectum. Her hand finds virgin territory, and the untouched nerves scream their excruciating euphoria up my spine. My pelvis shoots upward, compelled by her forceful hand, and I thrust against her in an involuntary bout of manic delight. Tears film my eyes, sweat glistens my body, and all I can do in my chaotic delirium is beg her to fuck me harder. She complies, and twists her hand as she forces it deeper, causing a pink sheath my anal flesh to cling to her wrist as she withdraws. I sob in broken ecstasy, and sway on my heels to take her deeper. Laurie is finally satisfied, and she rewards my submissive ardency by lowering her smiling mouth back to my frothing petals. She wraps her pale lips around my engorged clit, and sucks it inside her. My head reels forward, my mouth falls agape, and a breathless, choked sound spills from my throat. The corners of her mouth quirk deviously, and she raises her head, stretching the tender bud of my flower between her pursed lips. My heart pounds in my chest, my breasts heave to my expanding diaphragm, and my lips quiver in the imminent tremble of my climax. Her tongue presses between her sucking lips, and I burst.

TOM

“Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck!” Mom screams, her head tilting to the ceiling, her eyes brimming with tears of pleasure and pain, and her back arching as her entire body tenses. She seems to vibrate, locked in a spread-legged paralysis, and then she squirts all over her daughter. Laurie laughs gleefully, places her mouth over the fountain, and drinks her mother’s nectar. Eleanor releases Mom’s arms just in time for Mom to place her palms on the back of her daughter’s head, and push her deep between her legs. She screams a final time, and then collapses into the redhead’s embrace. Laurie parts from her mother’s pussy, strings of viscous juices clinging to her lips and chin. She licks her lips, and slowly pulls her fist out. A bud of red, glistening, coiled flesh flows from my mother’s gape, and she tenses up in abject pleasure.

“Look at this,” Laurie giggles to me as she places a single finger inside Mom’s rosebud, “isn’t it pretty?”

“Oh my god!” Mom laughs through her moans, “Laurie, you turned me inside out!”

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Laurie smiles up, and wraps her fingers around the tender, squishing, bud. Mom sighs in appreciation and nods. Eleanor eyes my sister, crouches next to her, and studies the rosy protrusion of inner-flesh.

“It looks delicious,” Eleanor whispers, licking her lips, “Laurie, would you care to share it with me?”

“I’d love to.” Laurie smiles to Eleanor, and then glances up to Mom, “Is dinner ready, Mommy?”

“I’m not sure I trust you anymore, Sweetie.” Mom giggles, “I’m afraid you’ll bite.”

“Maybe a little.” Laurie smiles up, and then glances at Eleanor. The two teenagers part their lips, choose their angles, and begin to suck the prolapse into their mouths. Mom tilts her head back, rests her hands on the tops of their heads, and then looks at me with blissful eyes.

“Is it my turn?” I ask with an easy smile.

“I don’t know, Tom,” Mom smirks, “is my initiation over?”

“I actually didn’t know we had an initiation process,” I chuckle, “I think Laurie just wanted to abuse you.”

“Guilty,” Laurie smiles bashfully, which looks rather strange with her tongue in Mom’s ass, “sorry, Mommy.”

“You were just being assertive, Sweetie,” Mom says affectionately to her daughter, “which is a valuable trait in a young woman.”

“Still teaching us lessons, huh?” I laugh at Mom.

“You’ve still got a lot to learn,” Mom smiles, her eyes levelling in a lustful gaze, “let me teach you a few things.”

I climb over to Mom as she gets on her knees. Laurie and Eleanor continue their lustful meal as Mom eyes her own. I lie down in front of her, and she slinks between my legs, and rests her head on my right thigh. She wraps a cool hand around my throbbing cock, and lets out a needful sigh.

“Mmm,” she whispers as her hand travels covetously down my length, “it’s been so long, Tom.”

She nestles her nose against the base of my cock, and gives my balls a tender kiss. I feel her take an indulgent inhale of my loins, and then I feel her shuddering exhale against the loose flesh of my sack. She looks at the engorged member in her hand almost worshipfully, then places her tongue flat against its underside, and licks me from base to tip. I groan in satisfaction, and her blue eyes watch me with an endearing glint.

“When I’m done with you, Pumpkin,” Mom whispers my old nickname, her lips hovering just above my tip, “you won’t be able to go a day without me. I’m not making the same mistake with you that I made with your father; I’ll make sure you never leave me.”

Her pale, full lips purse, and press to my head. She glances at me from the tops of her eyes, and then takes me all the way in. Holy shit. Her tongue curls around my girth and runs along the underside of my shaft as her lips suck with loving voracity. Her throat constricts when I reach it, but she doesn’t gag; she takes me easily. Her lips puff around me, and then squish against the flesh of my pelvis. She rotates them, circling my girth as her throat wraps around me, and I almost come right there. She feels the excited throbbing of my loins, and closes one of her blue eyes in a teasing wink; she knows how good she is.

She pulls up, her lips sucking so hard they stretch from her mouth. It’s as if she’s trying to will the cum from my cock, and it takes everything inside me to hold back. She stops at my dome, licks around the crease of my head, and then devours me again. Her lips twist and pull with every sensual pass down my length, prompting wet, slippery, tones to permeate from her mouth. Behind her, I see Laurie and Eleanor twisting their lips passionately around her prolapse. The pleasure they’re giving her is apparent in her eyes, and she translates that feeling into the ardency of her lustful consumption. When I feel the churning in my balls, and the pressure in my loins, she stops. She gives me a final, wet, suck, and then withdraws her mouth with a low, lecherous hum. She licks the precum from my tip, and smiles at the taste.

“You’re such a big boy, Pumpkin,” Mom giggles, “but you have the young man’s curse of getting a little too excited.”

“Well,” I smile wryly, “I can’t really use my go-to method of thinking about you naked to stop myself.”

“I guess not!” Mom laughs, and turns back to Laurie and Eleanor, “You girls run along for a while; I need some alone time with my son.”

Laurie smiles at me from behind Mom, and pushes her prolapse back inside. Mom eyes roll to whites, and she shivers in pleasure. The two girls give me a parting smirk, and then turn on each other. Before long, Laurie has pulled Eleanor’s leggings to her knees, and has her face planted firmly between the ginger’s pale, full, cheeks. Eleanor in turn, has Laurie’s legs spread wide in front of her, and her lips deformed against my sister’s curly mound. Mom snakes her body upward, and straddles me about the thighs. I run my hands up her legs until they rest on her hips. She gives me a long once-over, and her shoulders slope slightly.

“Being with Laurie was different,” Mom mutters, still studying me with her eyes, “it was strange, yeah, but I didn’t really think of it as sex; just aggressive foreplay. But with you…” she trails off, and runs a delicate finger up my cock, “it’s the real thing. I’m really going to fuck my son.”

“Mom,” I say, moving my hands down, “if you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”

“That’s just the thing,” Mom smiles crookedly, “I really want to, and I’m scared about what that means.”

“It means you’re a sick, twisted, pervert.” I laugh, and squeeze the fat of her ass, “Now, join the family.”

Mom laughs gayly, and I see the apprehension leave her. She guides my head to her slit, looks me in the eye, and reveals a warm, caring, smile. She takes me in. Her folds push inward to my advancing girth, her inner-lips envelope about me, and her warm, moist, womanhood embraces my length from the inside. Her brow furrows, her eyes glisten, and her slightly-parted lips yield a satisfied, almost mournful, moan. Her dripping petals deform against my pelvis as she consumes the last of me, and she tilts her head skyward to utter a single, satisfied, sigh. I see a decade of tortuous abstinence fall from her shoulders, and she somehow looks younger. She savors the fullness of her penetration for a few indulgent seconds, and then casts her eyes downward to me. Her hair falls, and conceals one of her blue irises behind a curtain of brown coils. A youthful, excited, smile curls at her lips, and she begins to grind.

Her hips rock in a circular motion, entrancing me with the libidinous arcs of her graceful form. When she grinds forward, the expanse of her abdomen stretches to a smooth canvas of silky flesh, dotted with a perfect navel at its center. Her advance is accentuated with an arching back, prompting her breasts to expand from her chest, and jiggle upon their perches. When she shifts back, the lines of her abdomen contract to shadows along her form, showing the musculature beneath the silky layer. Her retreat is accompanied with a curving back, compelling her breasts to press together, and reveal the delectable nature of their supple texture. Every circular grind causes her tight lips to rotate around my aching girth, and her warm insides to grip me in their lustful hold. I moan and sink my fingers into the fat of her backside, curving my thumbs along her gyrating hips as I surrender to her overwhelming prowess. She smiles endearingly at my novice nature, rises, laces her fingers together behind her head, and dances on me. She flows to some erotic rhythm only she can hear. Her head tilts back, her shoulders sway, her breasts jiggle, and her hips grind. She seems to savor every little motion, and every inch me. When she rises, her lover’s lips pull along my length, and stretch from her womanhood. When she drops, her petals fold inward about my girth, and her clit glides against my shaft. She makes love to me like a goddess, and my usual, power-hungry nature is not compelled to stop her. She’s tamed me, and I love it.

“Mmm, Tom,” Mom moans, gracefully outlining her curves with her hands, “You’re so big!”

“You’re fucking beautiful.” I say, at a loss for any other words.

“You always were such a sweetheart, Pumpkin.” Mom giggles, crinkling her nose.

“That’s not what I like to hear,” I say, trying to muster the hot-blooded part of myself, “I prefer my women screaming.”

“Is that so?” Mom laughs with a raised eyebrow, “Are you a big, manly, stud?” She says the last words with dripping sarcasm, and I get a little angry. Before I have a chance to retaliate, she’s on me.

“You know,” she says, leaning forward and pinning my shoulders back with her palms, “we don’t have to fuck like you and Laurie do. If you want, I can take control; it’s the least I can do for my baby boy.”

“You can try,” I smile wryly, “and we can see what happens.”

“Oh?” Mom smirks, running her hand down my chest, “Is that a challenge? I’ve been at this a lot longer than you have.”

“You’re out of practice,” I chuckle, “and old.”

“I should slap you!” Mom giggles, and then her playful demeanor changes rapidly, “Let’s see what you got, Pumpkin.”

Mom’s motions become more impassioned. She keeps my shoulders pinned, and grinds her hips behind her in a deep, flowing, rotation. Her back arches above her hips, and her shoulders pin together, pushing her breasts to my face. Every move she makes is graceful, fluid, and seeped with impossible sensuality. She squeezes me with every muscle inside her, and compels me to move to her rhythm. I’m trapped in her cadence, and forced to be the subject of her elegant perversion. I can’t break out of it, and I don’t want to. She knows she’s beaten me, but she doesn’t smirk or gloat. She looks down on me with her warm, affectionate smile, and moans subtle pleasure through the pale outline of her parted lips. Her head tilts forward, and her hair draws a curly, auburn, curtain over our faces, until it’s just her and I in the world. Her blue irises smile into my eyes, and then lurk downward to my groaning mouth. The curtain of hair closes around me as she descends to my face; her moaning lips parting wider between the quirk of her motherly smile. The delectable, soft flesh of her mouth presses against me, and opens between us. My tongue comes out to meet hers, and we engage in a soft, invasive embrace seeped in the same sensuality as our sex. Her tongue slides and curls with smooth, graceful, ease, and her lips pull with gentle, sweet, sucks. Her mouth leaves mine with a wet smack, and a glistening bridge of her saliva stretching between us.

“Such a sweet boy, Pumpkin,” Mommy winks at me in our secluded hair-curtain, “you talked such a big game, but you couldn’t handle me, could you?”

“Oh… fuck.” I moan, unable to think of anything but the way her rotating hips are pulling me into her.

“It’s OK, Pumpkin,” Mom giggles, “I like you like this. This is how we’ll do it, OK?”

“Ok.” I grin stupidly back.

“Come,” Mom smiles warmly, bringing a breast to my mouth, “taste me like you used to.”

I take her nipple into my mouth, and gently squeeze her other breast. My free hand moves caressingly down her side, and takes a tender grip of her ass. I gage her rhythm, and lock in; penetrating her deeply as she grinds forward, and then pulling away as she slinks back. I nurse from my mother, and she moans and whispers softly into my ear. “That’s it, babe, Mommy’s got you. You’re safe with me, Pumpkin; there’s nothing I won’t let my baby do to me. You can come inside me if you want. I want you to.” Her voice drips like sweet honey into my ear, and seeps it’s loving song into my brainstem. It echoes gently in my mind, leaving a soft, warm, tingle where it lingers. I close my eyes, and focus on the comfort of her voice, the taste of her nipple, the feel of her breast squishing in my hand, and the sensation of her pussy holding me snugly inside her. Her inner-muscles flex in a rolling wave from my tip to my base, as if she’s massaging me from the inside. Her tender petals give way to me with each gentle thrust, and leak her warm, viscous nectar onto my pelvis. It stretches between our bodies in glistening strings, and wets our sensual penetration. I’m in heaven; I could stay like this for ever.

“Psst,” Eleanor’s voice cuts through my stupor, “do you need me to bail you out?”

Eleanor is lying next to me, her head resting in her folded arms, her mouth vocalizing soft pleasure as my sister eats her bent-over ass.

“We’re having a moment,” Mom chides Eleanor, “don’t ruin it.”

“You two can have all the moments you want when you’re alone,” Eleanor smiles lazily, “but this is a group activity, and you’re being antisocial.”

Mom gives Eleanor a cross look, and then relaxes her gaze.

“She’s right, Pumpkin,” Mom says, “I’m being greedy with you.”

“It’s you we’re actually interested in,” Eleanor chuckles to Mom, “you’re still fresh meat, and we all want a taste.”

SIERRA

It amazes me how fast my old skills came back. When Laurie had her way with me, I was reserved, fearful, and still reeling from the realization that I was going to fuck my children. Now that I’ve got my old swagger, and Tom wrapped around my finger, I think it’s time to pay my insolent bitch of a daughter back. Unfortunately, I can’t do that if I’m trapped in my affectionate lust for my son; I need some energy from him to get me in the vengeful mood.

“Hey, Pumpkin,” I moan in his ear as I clench my pussy around his wonderful heat, “I need you to be a little mean to me; do you think you can do that?”

Tom seems to mull the idea over in his head, and then looks back at me. “How mean?” he asks.

“He can be a downright bastard if you want him to.” Eleanor smiles, and ruffles his curly hair.

“I’m going to hate-fuck your little sister, Pumpkin,” I smile evilly to Tom, “and I need you to get me in the mood for it.”

“I think I know just the thing,” Tom chuckles, and then runs his finger up the crack of my ass, “but if everyone is going to share you, my options are rather limited.”

“Oh?” I laugh, and spread myself for his fingers. “Do you want to fuck your Mommy in the ass?”

I watch Tom’s face darken to a hedonistic, hungry hue. He pushes three fingers inside me, and curls them until it hurts. I shiver in sexual angst; so, this is the man Laurie was talking about. This isn’t my Pumpkin.

“That’s it,” I whisper as I feel his dominant energy sink into me, “that’s exactly what I need.”

Tom pulls up sharply, and presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t kiss me like he did before, and I don’t either. I don’t melt in the heat of his domineering lust like Laurie; I burn hot with him. Our mouths consume each other and our tongues battle between them. We entangle our hands in each other’s hair and pull the strands until it hurts just right. I peek out of the corner of my eye to see Laurie staring up from Eleanor’s ass with worry in her eyes. That’s right, Sweetie; you’re not the alpha bitch you thought you were.

We part from the kiss, smile in mutual respect, and then I rotate around on his cock, and bend over. He rises behind me, and I pull away and crawl over to my daughter.

“Hey, Sweetie,” I sing with venom in my voice, “Ellie tells me you want to share me.”

Laurie pulls her lips away from Eleanor’s asshole and puts on her best seductive face. She slinks her body gracefully to her back, and raises an eyebrow as she spreads her legs. I hook my hands to her thighs, and rip her body underneath me. Her confident façade falters at the surprising strength of my pull, and I see the apprehension behind her eyes. Perfect.

“Tom,” I say to my son as I burrow my gaze into my daughter, “fuck me.”

Tom grabs my hips, lines up his shot, and pushes all seven inches of himself deep into my ass. I growl as I feel my sphincter envelope about his cock, and my tight insides separate for his girth. God, that’s good. He’s not nice to me; he slaps my ass hard with the violent drive of his hips, sending ripples of delectable fat up my backside with each ferocious impact. The hits sting deep into my nethers and mingle with the piercing, beautiful pain of my penetration. I take a moment to indulge in his brutality, and then level my gaze at my daughter.

“You didn’t take it this good when he did it to you, did you?” I smile at her as moans flow from my mouth, “I bet you were screaming like a whore.”

“She was,” Eleanor says as she snakes her body next to mine, “she told Tom she was his personal anal slave.”

“What kind of a daughter did I raise?” I smirk at her as I watch the fear brim in her eyes, “That would submit herself so willingly to a man?”

“Your daughter,” Laurie spits, “like mother, like daughter, you son-fucking slut.”

“That’s not very nice,” I chuckle as my right hand travels between us, “are you trying to get a rise out of me?”

“I think she wants you to hurt her,” Eleanor whispers, “she’s a masochist at heart.”

“And you?” I ask Eleanor as I slide my hand between my daughter’s legs.

“I’m whatever you want me to be, Sierra.” Eleanor smiles.

“I’m in need of a mistress,” I smile, gasping my words as Tom’s cock sends electric pleasure into my colon, “to help me train my little, anal, whore.”

I pinch my fingers together, and push my entire fist into my daughter’s ass. Her eyes flash open, and she screams just like I want her to. I feel her warm, tender, anal skin gripping my fist like a vice, and I feel the pain and pleasure-induced contraction of her rectum. Eleanor doesn’t miss a beat. She places her palms flat on either side of Laurie’s pussy, and spreads them apart, opening my daughter for me to look inside. I see her vaginal floor bulge with my fist from the other side; I see the red, glistening, flesh ripple with the indentations of my thrusting knuckles. Eleanor marvels at the sight for a moment, and then pushes her fist inside.

“FUUUCK!” Laurie screams, her arms flailing to her sides, her hands clutching desperately at the bedding, and her head grinding into the sheets as her back arches in a sudden wrench, “OH GOD!”

“She really is a masochist, isn’t she?” I laugh to Eleanor, “Do you want to hold hands?”

Eleanor turns her palm flat against mine, and we curl our fingertips against each other inside my daughter. Laurie’s mouth gapes wide, her eyes tremble, and she croaks out a soundless, breathless tone. I can tell by the twitches of her rectum and the flow of her nectar, that she fucking loves it.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” I muse, barely containing my own pleasure as Tom continues to slap me to the beat of his sodomy, “You really are a masochistic whore, aren’t you?”

“YES!” Laurie wails, tears filtering from her eyes, her petite breasts jiggling to the violent heaves of her chest, “I’m just your little, anal whore!”

“God, that was easy,” I mock, now unable to contain the gasps and pants of my own pleasure, “I’ll have to teach you to take it with some grace.”

“Teach me, Mommy!” Laurie cries, grinding her hips involuntarily around the fists inside her.

So, I do. Eleanor and I drive our fists into my whore daughter as Tom fucks my ass into a ruined gape of sinful euphoria. I grind and rotate around him as exerted growls rumble from my chest. Laurie’s lower abdomen begins to distend with the imprint of Eleanor’s fist. I’m shocked at how deep we can both go, but Laurie never tells us to stop; she just begs us to go deeper. I’m halfway up my forearm by the time I feel the telltale convulsions rip through her. Eleanor and I increase our thrusts to a fervent cadence, and Laurie screams a fluctuating note of abject ecstasy. She writhes, twists, thrust her pelvis into the air, and then comes in a screech of profanity. She showers us with her juices, and Eleanor and I kiss in the heat of her orgasm. For a moment, I’m lost in the feel of Eleanor’s mouth. She kisses with the hedonism of a harlot, but there’s a hint of something more behind her oral touch. A ferocious drive of Tom’s hips sends his cock deeper than ever, and rips me from the trance I was in. Eleanor gives me knowing smile as I look inquisitively into her eyes, and then the pleasure takes hold of me, and I’m lost to the lust.

“Tom,” I scream, “Come in my pussy!”

Tom pulls out of my ass, and I barely hold myself in. He slides his filthy cock along my taint, and pushes it back into my slit. I clench around him and make him fight for every inch inside me, and he breaks my defenses with perfect resolve. I pull my hand out of Laurie, and her anal skin sheaths around my withdrawal. She cries out in glee, and I stare into her eyes as I lick her ass off my fingers, before rising to my son. I press my back to his lurching chest and link my hands together around his neck. My spine arches, my abdomen stretches, and my breasts jut forward and jiggle violently to the rhythm of our sex. Eleanor and Laurie crawl to me on the bed. They rise to my chest, take a nipple apiece, and suck me as I ascend to a mindless orgasm.

Wet, warm mouths drawing deliciously from my nipples. Their saliva secretes around the nodes, and their lips pull gently with slurping, liquid sounds. They permeate warming tingles into my chest, and their gentle pleasures contrast the violent euphoria of my womanhood. I leak nectar from my defiled folds as his heat pushes inside. He drives into me so deeply, and stretches me to near-painful levels, but even though he’s rough, he’s not entirely in control. I’m his mother, and I know how to tame his wildness. My supple cheeks squish against his pelvis, and the soft flesh deforms and spreads my warmth into his loins. My fingers play delicately into the soft curls of his hair, and tickle his neck in the comforting way I did when he was a child. I feel his roughness subside, and the edges of his lust smooth in the tenderness of my motherly affection. I feel his panting breath ease on my neck, and his coarse stubble brush gently against my cheek. That’s it, Pumpkin; come back to me. Fuck me like you love me, not like you hate me. He slows down, but he keeps his ardency. We grind together in smooth, deep motions; our hips rocking, our abdomens stretching and flexing, my hands wrapped behind his neck, and his lips pressed against mine. I feel the pressure in my nethers rise. I pull my hands from his neck, and entangle my fingers in the brown curls of my daughter, and the red strands of her friend. I draw their faces deeper to my breasts, and feel their noses push into the dark skin of my areolas. They’re trapped in the passion of my sex, and move with the same liquid, feminine grace I move to. Their fingers caress me along my folds, and their thumbs take turns playing with my clit. My nectar secretes on their elegant digits, and the pressure grows. Tom’s breath is heavy on me, his chest is rising with deeper inhales, and his cock is throbbing with uncontrollable spasms. I feel my own spasms ratcheting up my spine, and my moans rise to a song of cries. My hips no longer move smoothly, but lurch to the whim of my pleasure. My back no longer presses flat, but arches from his body to the power of my lust. I’m no longer in control of myself, and I no longer care. The pressure rises, and rises. Tom growls and moans, and I sing out a final, desperate, scream. We burst. He blows into me, erupting his hot seed deep into my womb. I spray a fountain of my release all over my daughter and her friend, and they moan in mutual satisfaction. They’re touching each other, and they come soon after. All four us form a harmony of ecstasy, and then fall to the bedding, regaining ourselves, but still slaves to the feeling of it all.

“Holy shit!” Tom gasps, his cock still in my pussy, “Mom, you’re amazing.”

“You’re very good yourself, Pumpkin,” I smile back, and then turn to Laurie, “and so are you, Sweetie.”

“I thought I was your anal whore?” Laurie chides with a smile on her face as she traces a finger around Eleanor’s nipple.

“You’re just so many different things,” I smirk lazily, “what I complicated young lady you are.”

“I’m curious,” Tom whispers to me, and kisses my neck, “about what Ellie said to convince you to do this.”

“I’d also like to know,” Laurie says, looking at the redhead in her arms, “what did you say, Ellie?”

“Oh,” Eleanor smiles knowingly to me, “all sorts of things.”

“You’re a manipulative cunt,” I chuckle, “I almost think you planned this whole thing out.”

“Don’t give me too much credit, Sierra,” Eleanor smiles slyly, “it wouldn’t have worked if you weren’t such an easy mark.”

I stick my tongue out at her, and she gives me a wink.

“What does she mean by that?” Tom asks me. I sigh, and shift against him, gasping slightly as I feel his cock push deeper inside me.

“Well, when I was younger” I start, “I was… a lot like Ellie is now.”

“A complete whore?” Laurie laughs, and Eleanor simply shrugs.

“Yes,” I confess, “a total whore. I fucked my way through half the sophomore class just because I wanted to. The jocks, the nerds, the grunge kids, and the punk kids; everyone had their turn with me. I even fucked a few cheerleaders on a bet, and that’s when I found out I didn’t mind pussy.”

“And somewhere along the line,” Eleanor chuckles, “you got pregnant with Tommy.”

“Bradley was different,” I sigh, “I actually wanted him as a person, and that’s why I kept going back to him. That’s why you two have the same father.”

“You never told us why he left,” Laurie says, watching me closely, “was it because you cheated?”

“Yes,” I say, dropping my eyes, “I was twenty-three, and realizing what being married really meant. I couldn’t stand the idea of being with just one man, so I went out, and fucked everything up. Word got around, and that was that.”

“We don’t blame you, Mom,” Tom says, “we just wish you were honest with us.”

“I couldn’t even be honest with myself,” I say, feeling tears starting to well in my eyes, “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” Laurie says sharply, “you didn’t make him abandon us, he left on his own. He could’ve taken us on weekends or the summer or something, but he just washed his hands of us, and that was it. That’s on him, Mom, not you.”

“Do you even know where he is?” Eleanor asks.

“Des Moines,” I say, “works at a mill. He’s remarried; some twenty-something bitch named Audrie.”

“Hmm.” Eleanor hums, smiling slyly. She looks back at Laurie, and whispers something in her ear. I see Laurie raise an eyebrow, and then curl her mouth into a devilish smile.

“What?” I ask.

“Ellie and I were just thinking,” Laurie says with the seduction back in her voice, “that the four of us should go have a family reunion in Des Moines.”

“What?!” I nearly scream.

“I would love to meet this Audrie.” Tom says behind me, and I feel him grow rock hard inside me.

“And I would just love to see Daddy again.” Laurie giggles. Tom begins to thrust again, and Laurie and Eleanor crawl over to me. I sigh, spread my legs, and make a mental note to take time off work for a long weekend. Looks like we’re going to Iowa.

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Well, That Backfired

by White Walls

Introduction:
CAPITAL NAMES means the story is being told from that person’s perspective. I’m thinking about writing a sequel to this story, but I might leave it as a one-off. Please leave your comments and constructive criticisms; I always want to hear people’s opinions whether they be negative or positive. Hope you enjoy! .
LAURIE

My brother is shy. Shyness is endearing up to a point, but at eighteen years old, it goes from cute, to pathetic. You think he’d get out of his fucking shell by now, but nope; Tom is still the awkward, apprehensive boy he’s been his entire life. He’ll be heading off to college soon, and if he doesn’t open up, the best years of his life are going to be spent jerking it in a dorm. He’s a sweet kid, (listen to me patronizing him; he’s a year older than me for fuck’s sake!), but sweetness doesn’t get you very far in this world. He’s not a child anymore, and he needs someone to kill the boy and uncage the man. I guess that’ll have to be me.

Before your dirty, little mind runs rampant with incestuous fantasies, let me tell you now, that I have no intention of fucking my brother. Would you fuck your brother? I didn’t think so. That being said, I am going to get that poor bastard laid. I have a friend who needs to go to the prom. This friend had an incident earlier this year that made her quite unpopular with…everyone. Eleanor is this unfortunate moron, and ignoring the aforementioned incident, she’s actually quite the catch. Let me describe her to you; she’s looking away from me now, so I feel safe giving her a once-over. Don’t judge me for ogling; this is for your benefit.

She has red hair that flows from the crown of her head in an even part, and then bows inwardly at a sharp, angled cut, just below her jawline. She has pale, freckled skin, apple cheeks, a pointed nose, and full, luscious lips, which she keeps sheened with a layer of red lipstick. Her eyes are large, and sparkle with green irises that cement her obvious Irish ancestry. Pretty cute, huh? Well, her face could certainly be described as such, but her body requires more…adult adjectives. Her neck is long, and elegantly slopes into a delicate collarbone that connects two, narrow shoulders. Her breasts protrude from her chest in full D-cups, though their size does not feel exaggerated. She’s no athlete, so her abdomen isn’t toned, but it’s flat and layered with silky skin. Eleanor often brags that her best asset is her ass, and makes sure to add an affectation in the word “ass-et,” just for good measure. I can’t disagree with her; her ass is great. Full, thick glutes round together in supple domes that curve teasingly from her hips, and crease vulgarly into the crack between them. They seem to perch just above her thighs in a gravity-defying bulge, and when she walks, they flex in a teasing cadence of alternating lasciviousness.

Did you get a good picture? She’s pretty hot, huh? Well, she certainly thought so when she decided to go streaking during the Class A semifinals, and ended up causing our starting quarterback to break his tibia. Yeah…it’s a long story, but you can get why she’s unpopular at the moment. Maybe unpopular enough to lower her standards to a lonely, pathetic senior who needs a date to the prom.

“Psst, Ellie,” I whisper to her in chemistry class, “you got a date for prom yet?”

“You know I don’t,” Eleanor hisses back, “and you don’t need to be a cunt and rub it in.”

“I can set you up with a senior,” I smile, “a good-looking boy who just needs a girl with a pulse to hold his arm.”

“Ew,” Eleanor says, making a face, “you’re brother?! I can do better.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” I giggle, “Tom’s a nice guy.”

“That’s exactly the problem, Laura,” Eleanor frowns, “what the fuck am I going to do with a nice guy?”

“Look,” I whisper, catching the eyes of Professor Starling and lowering my voice, “just give him a chance. He’s a senior, so he has cachet.”

“He’s a loser. Just because he’s a year older than me, doesn’t mean I automatically want to fuck his brains out.”

“You’re a fucking loser, Eleanor,” I hiss, losing my temper, “either you go with my brother, or you go stag; you don’t have any other fucking options!”

“Ouch!” Eleanor exclaims, loud enough that the whole class turns around and looks at her. They glare at her with the same animosity they had after she ruined our school’s chances of making it to the state championship. High school football is a big fucking deal in Nebraska, and her infraction would not soon be forgotten.

“Fine,” she whispers to me after the class had turned their attention back to the professor, “I’ll talk to him in the car ride home.”

TOM

I thought finally getting my driver’s license would legitimize me as one of the cool kids, but all it did was make me the chaperone of Laurie and her friends. Being the only male in a van full of high school juniors might sound like a fun time, but for me, it usually meant cringing as the passengers screamed out-of-tune renditions of Adelle over the blaring car stereo. At least Laurie only brought one friend home with her today, but that friend just happened to be Eleanor fucking O’Reilly. God, if there was one person in the school that could make me look like less of a loser, it was her. Sure, she was a hot piece, but…the state championship!

“Hey Tom,” Laurie smiles as she gets into the front seat, “how was school?”

“The same,” I murmur, “what is she doing here?”

“Eleanor is staying with us tonight,” Laurie says, “and you’re going to be nice.”

“The state championship…”

“Be nice!” Laurie hisses as Eleanor opens the sliding door of the van.

“Hey Tom,” Eleanor says, “you got a date to the prom yet?”

“I’m not going to prom,” I grumble, “it’s too expensive.”

“It’s an archaic tradition created by racists, it’s a fascist construct that strips people of their individuality, it’s a corporate sham that preys on the insecurities of teenagers,” Laurie teases, “or it’s just too damn expensive. All of those excuses are just code for ‘I can’t get a date.’”

“Fine,” I confess, “I can’t get a date.”

“I bet you haven’t even asked anyone.” Laurie smirks.

“You know I haven’t.” I smile sadly.

“And now that all your ideal fantasies are taken,” Laurie says, “and your back-ups are taken, and your last-resorts are taken, you’ve decided to just skip it all together.”

“Bingo.” I sigh, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot.

“What if,” Laurie smiles coyly, “I had someone in mind that would love to go to prom with you.”

“I’d say you’re a liar, or it’s Eleanor.” I smile back. I’m not fucking stupid, Laurie; I’m just not fucking interested.

“And you think you’re too good for her?” Laurie laughs, and looks back at Eleanor. I eye the beautiful redhead in the rearview mirror, and run the thought through my head. High school was almost over, and any friends I once had, were now mere acquaintances at best. People would judge me for taking Eleanor, but I would never see those people again, so why should I care? She’d owe me at least one dance before she ditches me, which meant I’d get to grind my cock into the best ass in the entire school. Hmm…you know what? I’m already a rock-bottom loser, why the hell not?

“Hey Ellie,” I say to the girl sitting behind me, “will you go to the prom with me?”

“Fine.” she grumbles.

“Enthusiasm, Ellie,” Laurie glares at her friend, “act like you give a shit.”

“Yay,” Eleanor groans, rolling her eyes, “I’m going to prom with Tommy fucking Baker.”

“You could not be more of a bitch!” Laurie hisses, but I don’t give a shit. Eleanor pretending she wanted to go with me would have been much worse than honesty. I knew I was her last resort, and she knew she was my last chance. I didn’t expect anything but one dance of dispassionate grinding, but I was going to bump and grind into that ass like it was my last night on earth. I’d be moving away soon, and all of this high school shit would be behind me. The only thing I knew I’d regret, was that I never told Laurie how I really feel about her.

And I never would.

ELEANOR

You know, Tom’s not bad looking. Lanky, tall, and a mess of curly brown hair…he’s not bad looking at all. The only problem with Tom, is his mouth; he doesn’t open it enough, and when he does, you wish he hadn’t. Sitting with him at the kitchen table and listening to him drone on about the mods of his War Thunder gaming forum was fucking tortuous. I don’t care that the mods deleted your post, Tom, and I certainly don’t care that they banned users due to off-topic conversation. Oh, thank god Laurie’s here; I thought I was going to kill myself.

“You two seem to be hitting it off.” She smiles hopefully. I kill her smile with the motion of my hand, placing my forefinger to my temple and pulling an imaginary trigger.

“Or not.” She frowns.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Tom chuckles at Laurie, “we both know what the situation is. Ellie; I want one dance before you ditch me.”

“Fine,” I say with a wave of my hand, “propriety demands it.”

“Is that all?” Laurie exclaims, “Is that the best either of you are willing to do?”

“What?” Tom laughs, “Did you think this whole thing was going to turn into something? C’mon, Laurie; all of us knew this was basically an arranged marriage.”

“Set up by you,” I smirk at Laurie, “to get your loser friend and your loser brother together, hoping that two losers would somehow find a spark in their loser-dom.”

“We’re like, polar-opposite losers,” Tom laughed, and looked at me straight in the eye for the first time, “I’m a virgin who spends his nights in front of a computer screen, and she’s the slut who ruined football.”

“I am not a slut!” I laugh.

“Jordan, Trey, Carver, Joe, Blake, Eric, Ryan, Carl, Alex, Ollie, Anders, Frank, both Johns and all three Maxes;” Tom smiled wryly, “but I guess you’re just generous.”

“Half of them were at once,” I smirk, and lean forward, “so if we’re going but the number of times, and not the number of dicks…”

“I’m going to let you think about what you just said,” Tom says, resting her arms behind his head and leaning back, “until the realization strikes you.”

“Well, I can tell you one thing,” I say with a pursing of my lips and a raise of my brow, “one of those names will never be ‘Tom.’”

“I’m not a big fan of herpes anyway.”

“You must not be a fan of pussy at all,” I shoot back, “or you would’ve gotten some by now. Are you sure you’re not a closet homo? It’s 2017, Tom; you can come out.”

“ENOUGH!” Laurie yells, her face red with anger, “I fucking tried, OK? I tried with both of you, and all I get is this bullshit. Tom, you’re never getting laid if you don’t grow a sack. Ellie, people don’t hate you because of the football thing, they hate you because you’re an entitled bitch.”

Laurie gives us each a final, disdainful look, and then leaves for her room in a huff. I turn my eyes back to Tom, but Tom’s not paying attention to me. No, Tom is looking right at Laurie’s ass. Tom, Tom, Tom; you dirty boy, you. You thought I was the depraved, sexual deviant? Well, it looks like I’m not alone. Maybe we do have something in common.

“Tom,” I say in my sweetest voice, “how long have you wanted to fuck your little sister?”

Tom jolts up and his face flushes a deep crimson. I stare levelly into his eyes, my knowing smile taunting him. I see his mind try to concoct the retort that will magically refute my accusation, but the gears just aren’t shifting right.

“You were just staring right at her ass,” I giggle, “and it wasn’t a passing glance either.”

“N-n-no I wasn’t!” Tom stammers.

“Oh, Tom,” I smile, and lean forward just a bit more, “you said I was a slut, and you were right. I’m not good at math, science or history, but I’m a fucking PHD in men. I know what they want just by the look in their eyes, and your eyes were practically reflecting Laurie’s ass.”

Tom stares dumfounded at me for a second. Then he puts his hands into his lap, and looks down at them in embarrassment.

“Please don’t say anything,” he mutters, “she’s all I’ve got.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than say something,” I smirk, and scooch into the chair next to him, “I’m going to help you fuck her.”

Now would probably be a good time to pause the conversation and describe Laurie to you. I bet you thought I’d be the subject of this story’s perversions, and I’ll still play my part, but centerstage is going to be The Baker Sibling’s Taboo Extravaganza. But I digress; Laurie looks a lot like Tom, if you take out the lanky awkwardness and replace it with seventeen-year-old jailbait. Brown, curly hair flows from her head in a delightful coil of bouncing strands, and a set of big, blue eyes, luscious lips, high cheekbones, a cleft chin, and a cut jawline structure her face. She’s about an inch taller than me, maybe five-seven, but doesn’t bare the curves I have. Her neck is long and elegant, her shoulders are narrow and dainty, her arms are-yadda, yadda, yadda; let’s talk about her tits and ass. Laurie has a cute set of breasts, maybe b-cups, but they fill out her chest nicely and perk like they should. Her ass is well-shaped, and perches nicely atop her thighs, but it doesn’t bare the vulgar suppleness of my own (if I do say so myself). It looks good in a pair of leggings, and jiggles when she walks, but more importantly, it’s proportional to the rest of her frame. Laurie wouldn’t best be described as ‘skinny,’ more like ‘athletic.’ Think the body type of female soccer players, and you’ll get the picture. Anyway, I believe Tom was about to yell in shock.

“What?!” Tom yells in shock.

“Be quiet, Tommy,” I giggle, “or you’ll ruin the whole thing.”

“You’re not going to tell her a fucking thing!” Tom hisses, “I’ll-I’ll-I’ll-”

“You’ll-you’ll-you’ll-” I stammer back mockingly, “you’ll what? What are you going to do?”

“I’ll kill you.” Tom says, and grabs the steak knife from the cutlery block. He holds out the blade threateningly, and I notice that it’s not shaking in the least.

“What are you going to do with that?” I smirk, and shift my body closer to him.

“Say you had a breakdown,” Tom whispers, his voice dead-even, “that you made a lunge for me with the chef’s knife. People would believe it; you’re an ostracized whore with no friends except for Laurie; people would believe you went off the rails.”

My smile widens and I lean closer, until our faces are just inches apart. My breasts press against his chest and my hand moves toward his wrist.

“You don’t have the balls,” I whisper, “you wouldn’t hurt a fl-”

The cold blade presses against my neck, and Tom twists it until the point pierces the skin. I feel a drop of blood leak from the spot and run down my cleavage. My breath stops short, and my hand ceases it’s advance toward Tom’s wrist. He’s looking at me levelly, without a hint of doubt in his steely, blue eyes. He’s not fucking around; he’ll actually fucking do it. And reader, it turns me on like nothing ever has.

“Wow,” I whisper, “you really would do it, wouldn’t you?”

Tom doesn’t answer, he just keeps the knife pressed to my throat, and stares daggers into me. His threatening regard is seeped with a cold determination that leaves me feeling helpless and at his mercy. A shudder runs through me as I revel in my vulnerability. A vacant ache permeates from my depths, and compels my body to leak with readiness between my thighs.

“You can put the knife down,” I say softly, “I won’t tell her.”

“I don’t believe you.” Tom says.

“Are you going to kill me?” I ask, my voice shaking with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

“I’m thinking about it.” Tom responds, his voice dead and void of emotion, his hand steady and pressing threateningly. It occurs to me that Tom might be a bonafide ‘Dexter Morgan’ psychopath, and that I might be playing a very dangerous game right now. I just hope he wants to lose his virginity more than his murder cherry.

“Tom,” I whisper, my voice dripping with need, “fuck me.”

TOM

I never knew this about myself. I never knew there was a cold-blooded animal living beneath the guise of nervous adolescence. But here he was, keeping my knife steady, calming my nerves and filling me with singular focus. I could do it. I could just push the knife three inches forward, and that would be it. Eleanor is scared, but not terrified. No, she looks…excited; interesting. It’s not a secret that Eleanor takes meds for some kind of disorder (God only knows what), and she certainly exhibits a dangerous level of thrill-seeking behavior. Maybe, I could just say she finally went off the rails and slit her own-

“Tom,” she whispers, interrupting my train of thought; her green eyes staring, her red lips quivering, “fuck me.”

The cold-blooded killer inside me meets his hot-blooded counterpart. They gage each other, hash out terms, and then decide on a course of action. I draw the knife gently down Eleanor’s neck, and let the blade rest between her breasts. She shudders in excitement, her lips curl in a hungry smile, and her eyes stare with wanton lust. I bring the knife down, and cut through the pink tank top that constrains her bulging bust. The blade slices through her bra, and her pale tits burst from their prison in a jiggle. She leans forward, cautiously moving, letting the point of the knife slide down her flat abdomen and to the waist band of her leggings. She slowly climbs on my lap and straddles me, and then begins delicately undoing my belt. I slice through her waistband, and she spreads her legs, tearing the cut down the crotch of her leggings until her white panties are exposed. There’s a noticeable dark spot deep in her crotch, and I know that she’s not faking her desire. I put the knife down on the table, and she unzips my fly. Her cool, thin fingers wrap around my throbbing cock, and she sighs and broadens her smile.

“I want you to fuck me like you want to kill me,” she whispers, “don’t be nice, Tommy-boy.”

“I won’t be.”

I grab her by the throat and push her backwards on the table. She cries out in delight and spreads her legs further, tearing what’s left of her leggings all the way down her crotch. Her pelvis still presses against my lap, and it forces her back into an uncomfortable, concave arch. I stand up, bringing her pelvis with me, and then drive my hand under her waistband. My fingers press to the moist, tender flesh of her pussy, and I slide the middle and ring inside. Her eyes flash wide open, and her red lips part to yield a moan. Her thighs press together and grind with need around my invading wrist. I push my thumb against her clit and curl my fingers upward inside her. I rub my pinching digits; my fingers pressing against her inner wall, my thumb toying with her erogenous bump. She bites her lower lip and gyrates her hips in pleasure. Moans seep from her whorish mouth, and she stares at me with an expression that drives me mad: vulnerability. She’s under my control, and I can do whatever I want to her. She wants me to do whatever I want to her.

I take my fingers out, press my tip to her frothing slit, and push all the way in. Eleanor digs the back of her head into the table, her neck striates with tendons, and her upper-back lifts in the air. An exerted growl flows from her lips, and she flexes her vaginal muscles around me. I take a moment to savor the wet, tight heat of her pussy clenching about my cock, and then I grab her hips, pull out to the tip, and ram into her all the way. This time she cries out, and I press my palm roughly against her mouth to shut her the fuck up. She licks my hand in defiant lechery, and I squeeze one of her breasts in retaliation. The supple flesh protrudes around my fingers, and the nipple stands firm against my thumb. Her combative regard falters, and her submissive self takes over. She moans again, and guides my thumb and finger to pinch her. I twist her nipple and pull it from her body, and she squeals a muffled tone of approval.

I thrust again, and again and again, always pulling out to the head, and then driving until my balls slap against her fat ass. Her body lurches back and forth across the table, her breasts jiggle to the beat of my drives, her thighs ripple with the impact of my lust. Her eyes bare nothing but submissive desire, and I stare into them with my domineering possessiveness. She’s mine, my toy, my little slut.

“You’re a fucking whore, you know that?” I sneer at her as her voice rises higher and higher around my hand, “Nobody ever liked you, Ellie; they just wanted easy pussy.”

Eleanor cries something out from under my hand, but I just squeeze her cheeks harder.

“You’re the school cum-dumpster, and now I finally get my turn,” I grin as she screams out in pleasure from my rapidly-driving cock, “you should get a tramp stamp on your back that just says ‘take a number.’”

Eleanor may or may not be registering what I’m saying. Her eyes are starting to roll back in her head, and her jaw is slackening. I take my hand off her mouth and listen to the sweet chorus of her desperate, moaning breaths. They’re growing faster and shorter, until they’re nothing but pants mixing with squeals. I grab her other breast and pinch the free nipple. I pull back with both hands, and watch as the supple, jiggling flesh stretches to conical points. Her chest lifts forward with my pull, and her head drives harder into the table. A scream of delight erupts from her mouth, but I don’t care enough to silence it. I fuck her faster and faster, harder and harder, until our pelvises are smacking together in fury of slapping blasts, and the table is shaking dangerously. Her pussy is clenching and twitching with sporadic convulsions, and her voice is rising to a near-constant stream of ecstasy. I growl and plow into her harder and harder, not caring if I’m hurting her, but hoping I am. My cock drives through her tight wetness; parting her inner resistances and breaking her in. She’s thrashing now; her shoulders shimmying in a possessed dance, her hips gyrating, her abdomen flexing. Her screams are rough and exerted, as though she’s in the midst of great physical strain. I feel her convulsions rise to a churning torrent inside her, and I thrust one last time. Her entire back arches from the table, her shoulders pin back, and her thighs lock around my hips. A single, breathless sound passes her gaping lips, and then she squirts all over me. I blow inside her with a cathartic roar, and collapse on top of her as she finally finds her voice. She screams out her euphoria, and digs her nails into my back as she’s taken by it. I drive the last bit of myself into her, and her scream subsides to a whimper. We breathe heavily on the table for a moment, and then look into each other’s eyes.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, “Tom, that was the best I’ve ever-”

I kiss her deeply. My lips push against the red outline of her mouth, and my tongue slides into it. She locks tongues with me, and glides a hand into the curls of my hair. I relish the feeling of her sweating, hot body pressing against my own, and the needful way she kisses me, and then I part.

“That still needs a little bit of work,” she giggles, “but Tom, you fuck like a champ.”

“Sorry I said those things about you,” I smile bashfully, “I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t you ever fucking apologize to me!” she hisses, and grabs my jaw, “That weak little boy that says ‘sorry’ over everything is gone. I want the crazy motherfucker who almost killed me.”

“Crazy motherfucker it is.” I grin, and kiss her again. This time, I don’t kiss her gently; I kiss her like I fucked her. My lips feed greedily upon hers, and my tongue drives hedonistically into her mouth. She wrestles with it, and loses, and I placate what’s left of her with my domineering lust. When I part from her, her lips are still open, and her eyes are closed in bliss.

“Much better,” she whispers, and licks her lips, “much, much better.”

“Clean it off.” I demand as I pull out of her. My cum dribbles from her desecrated slit, runs along her taint and pools in the puckered rim of her asshole. She smiles up at me and purrs like a cat while she gets to her knees on the table. She lowers her head, wraps her luscious, red lips about me, and takes my entire length down her throat. She gags when she gets to my base, looks up at me with those bright, green eyes, and swallows. I groan and pet her scarlet hair as she cleans me in one suck, from base to tip. Her lips free my cock with a satisfied smack, and she leaves me with a parting kiss on its head.

“So,” she smiles coyly, “what are we going to do about your little sister?”

“I told you,” I growl, “we’re not doing anything.”

“Yes, we are,” she giggles, “you and I are going to do everything to her. I thought you were a cold-blooded killer, Tom? Take what you want; let’s share your sister between us.”

“I can still kill you.”

“DNA evidence everywhere, Tommy-boy,” she smirks, and licks a fingertip covered in my cum, “your alibi wouldn’t really work too well for you.”

“I’m not ruining my relationship with my sister by trying to fuck her,” I growl, “there’s not a single chance in hell Laurie would go for it.”

“Tom, I know Laurie in ways you don’t.” Eleanor whispers to me as she presses her body against mine, “I’ve seen her at parties, and I’ve seen her with boys. She withers away in the presence of a controlling man; she can’t help herself. And you, my dear,” Eleanor smiles as her hands clasp about my cock, “are a very controlling man.”

“Why do you want to this happen so bad?” I ask her.

“Because I’m fucked up,” she smirks, “and I want to see good, socially-adjusted people demean themselves and come down to my level. You’re fucked up too, Tom; just as fucked up as me. I’ll warm up Laurie for you, and then you come in and take her.”

“Rape her?!” I growl.

“Initially, maybe,” Eleanor smiles, “but when we’re done with her, she’ll be begging for more. C’mon, boyfriend; let’s turn your precious, sweet, little sister into our whore.”

LAURIE

I didn’t actually expect everything to work out perfectly between Eleanor and Tom, but I had hoped something would happen. But no, they just reverted to their lowest selves, and shit all over my plan. Fucking Tom; how hard is it to fuck Eleanor O’Reilly?

Gojira’s heavy anthem Backbone blasts in my earbuds as I try to study. Tom could use a fucking backbone. I nod my head to the driving rhythm and then stop when I see a blur of scarlet enter my field of vision. Eleanor’s head pops out from the side of the doorframe. She motions with one hand for me to take out my earbuds, and I begrudgingly remove only one.

“Hey, Laurie?” she says, almost bashfully.

“What?” I shoot back, my voice full of venom.

“I need new clothes.” She smiles.

“Why?”

“Because,” she says and steps into the doorframe, “your brother fucking ruined mine.”

Eleanor’s tank top has been cut down the middle, her bra is sliced in two, and the crotch of her leggings is torn past her ass crack, exposing her wrinkled, soaked panties to me. Tom had done it; he’d actually fucking done it!

“Oh-my-god!” I squeal, “Oh my god, Ellie; you have to tell me everything! Come in here!”

Eleanor walks through the door and sits next to me on the bed. I sit upright and paw through my drawers for something that will fit her curves.

“So,” I smile to her, “give me the details.”

“Do you really want to hear about your brother?” Eleanor laughs, “That’s kind of fucked-up, Laurie.”

“Don’t be gross,” I giggle, and toss a t-shirt over her face, “I just want to know how he did.”

“Well,” Eleanor says as she pulls the shirt off her face, “he was rough.”

“I can see that,” I laugh, looking at her destroyed clothes, “did he use scissors or something?”

“A knife.” Eleanor responds.

“A knife?!” I exclaim, “That’s fucking kinky.”

“He was so…aggressive,” Eleanor says, almost moaning as she recalls the affair, “like a switch went off in his head, and all of the sudden, he was a different boy…a different man.”

“Did he take control?” I ask, throwing her a pair of leggings, “Was he all possessive and dominating?”

“Yessss,” Eleanor hisses, “he just…cut my clothes off and took me on the table. He called me a whore, called me the school cum-dumpster, and ravaged me like I’d never been before. Mmm, Laurie; he was so fucking good!”

The tone of Eleanor’s voice worries me slightly. I turn around and see that she hasn’t put on a single piece of clothing. In fact, she has her panties down her thighs and is now touching herself. Three fingers slide to the knuckles inside her, and my brother’s cum leaks out between them. What the fuck.

“Ellie, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask levelly.

“What does it look like?” she giggles, spreading her legs wide for me to see, “I’m playing with your brother’s cum.”

“Can you…not?” I ask, wondering what the fuck is going on with her. Eleanor is a slut, there’s no doubt about that, but this is just fucking bizarre.

“Hmm,” Eleanor smiles, “I don’t think I can.”

She takes a single index finger from her pussy, and places it between her lips. She looks me right in the eyes as she slowly, seductively, sucks my brother’s cum from her finger.

“He’s delicious,” she whispers, “you should try some.”

“Oooookaaaay…” I say, stepping back from her, “you guys obviously did drugs. I’ll just…get you some water and let you sleep in my bed tonight.”

“Won’t you join me?” she asks, her hand running through her red, trimmed mound, “We can do that thing we did sophomore year. Remember that?”

“Yeah, I remember not liking it,” I say, grabbing my water bottle and walking cautiously to her, “now I know pussy just isn’t for me.”

“Give it another chance,” she moans, and spreads her pussy wide with a two-fingered ‘v,’ “I want you to taste him.”

“Ellie,” I say, and hand her the water bottle, “you just need to get some rest-”

Eleanor grabs my outstretched arm and throws me on the bed. I flail for a second, and then land on my stomach.

“Ellie, what the fuck are you-”

She pushes my face into the pillow and crams her hand into my leggings. I scream as I feel her fingers sliding between my ass crack. I push my palms into the mattress and drive upward, but she quickly straddles my lower back and forces me back down. I whip my head around and stare my anger and terror into her eyes, but she just smiles back, and pushes her fingers further through the crease of my ass.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” she smiles sadly, “but I need you to do this for me.”

I lash my hand out, but she’s too far away. I twist against her weight, but it’s no use. I’m pinned on my stomach, and at her mercy.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” I scream, “What fucking drugs did you two take?!”

“We didn’t do any drugs,” she smiles, “I’m sober. Just relax, Laurie; I’ll take care of you.”

Her fingers slink past my asshole, and then tease it with a circling tip. My eyes widen in terror, and I trash uselessly against her.

“Tom!” I scream, “Tom, help me! She’s raping me! She’s raping me!”

“Tom knows,” Eleanor giggles, all of her fingers now circling the rim of my ass, “he’s waiting for you to get nice and ready for him.”

“What?!” I scream.

“Your brother wants to fuck you, Laurie,” Eleanor laughs, “and I’m going to convince you to do it.”

And with that, Eleanor pushes three fingers into my asshole. I screech into the pillow as I feel my rim stretch wide. She digs deeper and deeper, and then rests her raping digits against the wall of my anus.

“Are you a virgin here?” Eleanor muses, “I thought you would have let Ryan back here at least once, but you’re so tight. Tom’s going to fuck you here, Laurie, and he is packing heat, so I’ll need to loosen you up first.”

“Eleanor, stop!” I scream, now crying tears of pain, “Please!”

“I love you too much to stop, Laurie,” Eleanor smiles, “you’ve stuck with me through everything, even when everyone else abandoned me. Now, I’m going to help you through this; it will make us closer than ever.”

“You’re fucking insane!” I whisper, “Ellie; you need help!”

“Maybe,” Eleanor moans as she pushes her fingers deeper, “or maybe, I just need friends who are as fucked-up as I am.”

I grit my teeth and growl in strain as knuckle after knuckle is forced deep inside me. She lubricates my sodomy with my own brother’s cum, and I can feel his hot seed melting into my tender inner flesh. She withdraws slowly, letting my asshole pop in constriction about each knuckle, and then she pushes in again, this time adding another finger. The pain slowly recedes as I adjust to the girth of her four fingers, and I stop thrashing under her weight. It’s uncomfortable for a while, and though I squirm in protest, my defiance is noticeably dispirited. And then…then it starts to feel good. A deep, filling pressure expands in my tightest hole, and sends unfamiliar, new, tingles deep into my colon. The feeling is so invasive, so wrong, and yet, so good. A whimper brushes past my lips, and I clasp my hand over my mouth before it turns to a moan.

“Do you like it?” Eleanor asks, genuine hope in her voice, “I like having one in each, myself. I practice every night; mostly in the mirror, but sometimes for strangers on the internet. They don’t know they’re breaking the law, and it turns me on to watch them get off to a seventeen year old whore like me.”

Slowly, gently, Eleanor stretches my rim wide open. I stop squirming beneath her, and just murmur tones of protest under my breath. In and out, in and out; she pushes her entire fist into me, and then withdraws, pulling out some of my pink, inner flesh with each retreat. I hum a single, desperate tone as I clench my jaw and tighten my eyes. I’m trying to hold back the sound that wants to come out, trying with all my might. Eleanor pulls out, pinches her fingers together, and then pushes in all the way to the wrist. My rim screeches with tortuous delight, and I can’t help myself. I cry out into the pillow and sob with want.

“Deeper!” I scream. Eleanor laughs merrily, and obliges.

“I thought you might like it back here,” Eleanor coos, her other hand gently massaging my lower back, “but let me tell you, dearest friend: a cock is much better than my hand. Should I get Tom in here?”

“No!” I scream, but I can’t stop the moan from mixing with it.

“Tom,” Eleanor calls over her shoulder, “she’s ready for you!”

I hear the approaching footsteps of my older brother. Now, I do try to get free. I thrash and squirm beneath Eleanor with all my might, but she just shifts her weight on top of me and subdues me at every turn, all the while sinking her wonderful hand deeper and deeper into my newfound erogenous zone. Tom walks into the doorframe, staring at me, wearing nothing at all. He’s huge. It’s throbbing and curved upward in anticipation, and I reel back in terror and arousal. The latter feeling alarms me; I can’t want my brother, can I?

“Hey, Laurie,” Tom smiles with uncharacteristic confidence, “nice to see you’ve been getting along with my new girlfriend.”

“She was my friend before we were ever a thing,” Eleanor smirks at Tom, “come see what I’ve done to her for you.”

I stare over my shoulder in horror as Tom kneels between my legs on the bed, and looks at the hand that’s buried in my asshole.

“She’s prolapsed a little,” Tom smiles at Eleanor, “you weren’t very nice.”

“She loved it.” Eleanor smiles back, and then kisses Tom deeply. Their lips lock and suck in hedonistic splendor as their fingers entangle in each other’s hair. I’ve never seen a kiss so carnal, so lecherously vulgar in my life. They’re perfect for each other, and somehow, it makes me jealous. I suppress that thought as best I can, but it still lingers. Part of me wants the fire of their lust, to be taken by it, and then, to join in. No, Tom is your brother, Laurie; you have to fight! This is all wrong, all so fucking wrong!

“Tom,” I sob, “don’t do this. Please, don’t do this.”

“Sorry, sis,” Tom smiles, and then guides Eleanor’s hand out of my rim, “you just have to get through the hard part, and it’ll all be better.”

Knuckle by knuckle, Eleanor’s hands withdraws. I feel myself coming out with her, and I grit my teeth and growl in agonizing delight. Her last digit pulls from my ruined gape, and I feel my insides flow out of me. I scream and look back in horror as my asshole protrudes in a bud of pink flesh. God, it feels good. Eleanor giggles in delight and claps her hands as Tom reaches forward.

“Don’t!” I scream, but to no avail. My older brother pushes his fingers against the outturned, shiny, pink flesh of my ass, and gently squeezes. The ball of internal nerves blasts their signals up my spine, and I scream out in abject pleasure. My thighs tense, my toes curl, and I come. I come in a ferocious rip that sends my back arching in a wrenching curve with its axis pivoted about my subdued pelvis. I erupt a stream of feminine juices from my urethra and soak the bed beneath me. My hands claw at the sheets, and I scream louder and louder. I don’t even notice that Eleanor is stroking my hair until after the feeling is gone, and my body relaxes in involuntary submission.

“There, there,” she whispers lovingly, “that was just a taste of what’s to come. Are you ready, Laurie?”

I stare up at Eleanor from the tops of my eyes, and look back at Tom behind her. His demeanor is so foreign; it’s like he’s a completely different person. But he’s still my brother, and no matter how good it felt, what he did was wrong. I can’t. I can’t do this. But what choice do I have? He’s going to fuck me no matter what I say or do, I can see it in his eyes. Still, I have my dignity. I won’t say I want it. I’ll never say I like it.

“You people are fucking sick,” I whisper, “I hate both of you.”

“Don’t be so mean, Laurie,” Eleanor giggles as she tousles my hair, “you’ll regret saying that in a few minutes. Tom; fuck your little, bitchy sister.”

TOM

I line up my shot, press my tip to Laurie’s prolapsed asshole, and tease her with it; prodding her tender, pink folds with my rigid heat. She moans and pushes her face into the pillow to suppress the sounds of her pleasure. Eleanor runs a loving hand through my sister’s hair, and then looks down at my cock, and nods. Slowly, gently, I guide myself in. First, I push her rosebud back inside her, and she whimpers. Then, my tip stretches the tight, pink rim of her asshole, and she moans. Inch by inch I push deeper inside her, and inch by inch, her back arches from the bed. Her moans rise in their intensity with every bit I push, until my pelvis presses against the fat of her cheeks, and my balls rest on the frothing surface of her slit. Her shoulders pin together, her head rises from the pillow, and she looks back at me. Those blue eyes, my eyes, stare back at me, and they’re pleading, but not pleading for me to stop. No, pleading for me to keep going.

So, I do. I pull out to the tip, and then push in again, and again, and again. Every drive of my hips loosens her resisting inner muscles, until she’s not fighting me at all. Every drive sends her neck reeling back and her lips opening wide. Every drive forces her hands to unclench about the sheets she’s grasping, until they’re relaxed and flat against the bedding. And with every violent drive, her voice loses more of its defiance, and gains more of its pleasure. Now, she’s not just staying loose for me, but clenching and embracing me as I enter her. Now, she’s not flexing her glutes about me, but reaching back with her own hands and spreading them wider. Now, she’s not lying static and whimpering, but driving her hips back against me. Now, she’s not my precious little sister, but my moaning lover. I can see it in the way she looks at me; her mouth agape, her lips quivering and smiling at the corners, her eyes drunk with lust, and her brow furrowed at the peak of her face. She’s mine; all mine.

“You can get off her, Ellie,” I smile to my sadistic girlfriend, “she’s not going to fight us anymore.”

LAURIE

I love a controlling man. I love a man who takes charge of the situation, and imposes his will on me. Usually, that means I like it when a man gets too worked-up and just takes me, but now, I know what it really means: I’m a submissive whore. Tom imposed his will on me, my own brother, and here I am, with his cock seven-inches in my ass, moaning for him while I spread myself wide. I’m disgusted in myself, I even hate myself a little, but I can’t deny the part of me that loves it. The rational half of my mind is telling me this is abhorrent, disgusting and wrong, but the other half, the one that just loves a controlling man, is reveling in this depravity for the exact same reasons. That half absolutely delights in how sick and twisted this whole situation is, and the longer I try to endure the pleasure, the more that half takes control. I’m a mess of duality right now, but ‘luckily’ for me, Eleanor is playing therapist as she straddles my back.

“Just say you like it, Laurie,” she whispers in my ear, “and I’ll get off you, and you can enjoy yourself.”

“Fuck you.” I whisper back, my words interrupted by a constant stream of moans.

“You’re in denial,” she giggles, and runs her hands through my hair, “you can’t even stop yourself from moaning. Just say it: you’re a depraved slut who likes it in the ass from her own brother.”

“No.” I mutter, my moans now morphing into exerted groans as I twist my asshole around my brother’s driving cock.

“Be like me, Laurie,” she whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my lobe, “there’s no shame in it if you have no shame.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask, feeling tears of pleasure welling in my eyes.

“Because you’re my best and only friend, and I need someone who not only accepts who I am, but also participates in the fucked-up things I want to do.” she whispers, “And also, corrupted innocence is a huge turn on for me. I get off watching people go against their morals and fall to their baser desires.”

“You’re a sick piece of shit.” I snap at her, but I can’t stop myself from arching my back and clenching around Tom’s cock.

“So are you, Laurie,” she whispers into my ear, her tongue flicking against my lobe, “now be a sick piece of shit with me, and I’ll eat your pussy.”

It’s too much, too much to take. My mind melts in the heat of my rising pleasure, and the temptation to give in becomes overwhelming. I stare into the loving, green eyes of my best friend, and I confess. I throw away the last of my pride, and accept who I really am.

“I like it.” I whisper.

“What was that?” Eleanor smiles with a raised eyebrow.

“I like it.” I moan, and push my ass hard against Tom’s ramming pelvis.

“I need a little more than that,” Eleanor smirks as she ruffles my hair, “you can do better.”

“I’m a little anal slut,” I whisper, “I’m a little anal slut who likes to fuck her brother.”

“Say it like you mean it.” She sneers.

“I’m my brother’s anal slut!” I scream, “Now eat my fucking pussy, you bitch!”

Eleanor laughs and dismounts my back. She grasps my shirt as I whip upward, and my top is pulled off in a single swipe. I press my naked back against my brother’s heaving chest and look up at him with lust etched across my face. He looks back at me with a possessive desire that bores into my soul. He wants me so bad, and I want him too. I want the kind of fire he and Eleanor have, I want to burn in his passion.

“Kiss me,” I whisper to him as he drives relentlessly into my ruined asshole, “kiss me like you kissed her.”

He does. His lips press against my own, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. I suck his lips as he devours me. It’s sloppy, and wet, and so good. My body surrenders to him; my muscles relax, my insides unclench, and my resistances break down. His kiss radiates through my mouth and seduces every inch of me. I’m his; I’m his little whore.

He grabs the underside of my thighs and pulls my legs forward. Eleanor dips her head into my crotch and pulls my leggings to my knees. Tom parts from our kiss just in time for me to see Eleanor look up at me with her tongue out, before she buries it into my folds. My brow furrows, a moan seeps through my lips, and I push her closer with both hands. Tom leans back, and I fall into his lap. His cock impales me upon impact, and I squeal in delight and drive Eleanor’s face deeper into my crotch. Her nose squishes against my pelvis, her lips puff against my slit, and her tongue pushes further inside me. She muffles a tone of lechery, looks up at me, and smiles from around my curly mound. Her lips suck the tender folds of my dripping cunt, and draw the flesh into her mouth while her tongue pushes between them. My head falls back and rests on Tom’s shoulder as I pant pathetic breaths of ecstasy. He lifts me off his lap and surges upward with a jackhammer of violent thrusts. The sudden fervency of his sex shocks my body into a writhe of twisting vertebrae and gyrating hips. I wail to the ceiling, screaming a fluctuating note that wanes with every pull, and shrills with every drive.

“Oh my god, Tom!” I screech.

“Make her come, Tom,” Eleanor giggles as she parts from my slit, strings of my viscous juices bridging her red lips, “make your whore sister come from her ass.”

Tom grabs my face by the cheeks and forces my gaze to him.

“Is that what you are?” he smiles, “Are you my little whore sister?”

“Yes,” I whimper, nodding compliantly as I revel in his degradation, “I’m your anal slut.”

“You’re just a sick cunt who wants her brother to fuck her ass, aren’t you?” he growls as he power-fucks my ass into a churning mess of chaotic pleasure.

“Yes!” I scream, dropping my ass onto his driving cock as I rise in orgasm, “I’m your bitch! I’m a depraved whore! I’m your slave!”

“My slave?!” Tom laughs, and grips my breasts with a covetous squeeze, “So, you’ll do anything I want?”

“Anything.” I whisper, smiling with half-mast eyes. I would do anything for my older brother, especially in this state.

“Your master orders you to come.” He smiles.

“Thank you, master.” I smile back, and surrender myself to the feeling building inside me.

Tom grips my thighs until the fat protrudes from his knuckles. He spreads them wide, and I anchor my feet outside of his knees, locking my shaking legs in a wide squat. I push Eleanor’s face harder into my pelvis, and growl as her tongue presses against the spot on my vaginal ceiling. Beneath her chin, my nectar is leaking from my slit, sliding down my taint, and lubricating my ferocious sodomy. My asshole is a gaping ruin, and screaming its relentless abuse into the pleasure centers of my mind. My abs flex, my shoulders pinch back, my head falls onto my brother’s shoulder, and my heart races. A torrent of convulsions churns in my depths and the two pleasures of Tom and Eleanor mix within the tempest that rises from my pelvis. It’s a pressure that grows and grows, and my voice carries from my mouth with the rising feeling. My body lurches to the violent drive of Tom’s hips, sending my breasts and ass jiggling into a chaotic blur of rippling flesh. He’s driving so fast I think I’ll break in two, and as the pain reaches its precipice, so does my lustful assent. I screech out, buck my hips, and shower Eleanor with my release. The feeling erupts inside me, and every part of my body seizes in a clenching ruin. Tom smashes his pelvis against me, roars out, and comes in my ass. I sob in delight as his spunk rushes through my desecrated insides. He holds me high in the air; his pelvis pivoted against my ass, his back shaking in strain, and then we collapse onto the bed in an awkward bounce. Heavy breaths and glistening skin mingle with the sweet stench of sex. I ease into a blissful state of gratification; the endorphins seeping into my mind as an evolutionary reward. My body doesn’t care that what I just did was wrong at every level, and neither does my mind. It was the best I ever had. I snuggle up against the heat of my brother, and sigh a tone of satisfaction. I am his, and his alone.

“Wow,” Eleanor whispers, staring up at me with her head resting in my lap, “that was beautiful.”

“You were amazing, Sis,” Tom says breathily against my neck, “you were so-”

“You fucking raped me!” I snarl at him. Tom’s eyes droop in crestfallen shame, and I can’t keep up the façade.

“And I fucking loved it,” I breathe onto his lips, searching his eyes, “how long have you thought about me this way?”

“Forever,” Tom smiles, “always. Did you ever…?”

“I mean…” I giggle, “the thought has crossed my mind, but it was just my brain making connections from ‘a’ to ‘b,’ you know? Like: Tom is a man, men have penises, I like penises, Tom has a penis. It was never an actual thought.”

“And now?” he asks me, pumping his still-erect cock into my ass.

My head falls, and a moan escapes my lips. I can’t come back from this, and I know it. This has ruined me, changed me forever, and I’ll have to adjust to the new reality.

“Eleanor, can you (ahhh) can you (fffuuuck), can you give me my phone?” I ask through increasing moans of pleasure.

Eleanor looks at me inquisitively, and then tosses me my phone. I unlock the touchscreen, page to my contacts, and select the number I’m looking for. Dial tone, and then an answer.

“Hey, Babe,” Ryan’s voice says through the speaker, “you wanna come over tonight and-”

“I’m breaking up with you, Ryan,” I say as evenly as I can through my moans, “don’t call me again; it’s not you, it’s me.”

“Laurie, what the fu-”

“I found someone better.” I hang up the phone, toss to the side and stare at my brother with a twisted smile on my face.

“Does that answer your question?” I ask coyly.

“It does,” Tom smirks back, and then leans against me, “he was a douche anyway.”

“Holy shit, that was cold.” Eleanor exclaims, staring at me in awe, “And you called me a bitch!”

“You said you wanted friends as fucked-up as you are,” I laugh, and grind my ass against my thrusting brother, “well, now you’ve got them.”

“You’re not that fucked up.” Eleanor sneers.

“I just fucked my brother.”

“Ehhhh, you kind of got forced into it,” Eleanor retorts, “so it doesn’t really count.”

“Oh?” I smirk, and pull away from my brother. He pops out my ass with a sheath of my anal flesh still wrapped about him, and I yelp in delight as I’m turned inside-out again. I level my gaze on him, and crawl backward as I lick my lips. He raises an eyebrow at me, and gets on his back, and I do the rest. I look at him from the tops of my eyes as my tongue rests between his balls. I lick my way up, savoring the throbbing pulse of his sack, and then rest the tip of my tongue against his base. I draw it slowly along his underside, tasting his delicious cum and the sweet tang of my ass on his cock. When I get to the top, I wrap my lips around him, and take him slowly into my throat. His head falls back against the bedding, and he groans in satisfaction. I giggle at his loss of equanimity, and suck hard as I lower my head. He reaches the resistance of my throat, and I loosen for him, before taking him all the way in. I gag when I reach his base, but I don’t pull out. I rotate my lips, suckling the rigid skin of his loins, and then slowly draw up. His cum pools in my mouth and I keep it there until my lips close together at his tip. He looks up at me, and I stare at him. Then, I swallow.

“I fucking love you, Laurie.” He whispers.

I kiss the tip of his cock, and watch in rapt delight as it sways from side to side. Then, I look at him and smile broadly.

“I love you too, big brother.” I smile endearingly.

“Hey,” Eleanor yells indignantly, “don’t make me the third wheel! Show me some love!”

“We both…tolerate you, Ellie.” Tom laughs at the beautiful, naked redhead.

“You are permitted to share oxygen with us,” I add, teasingly, “and also water, if you so choose to.”

“Fuck both of you guys,” Eleanor laughs, and slides her body between us, “I put this whole thing together.”

“It was my plan to start with!” I exclaim.

“Oh, this was your plan?” Eleanor laughs, and pushes my prolapse back into my ass. I shudder in pleasure for a moment, and look back at her with lustful eyes.

“Well…” I say, “no, but it was my idea to get you two together.”

“Well, that backfired.” Eleanor giggles.

“Now that you broke up with Ryan,” Tom says, “who are you going to prom with?”

“Prom is fucking stupid,” I chuckle and give my brother a knowing smile, “and too expensive.”

“But you already bought your dress,” Eleanor says, “so the expensive part is out of the way.”

“I haven’t seen you in it yet,” Tom says as he pets my curly hair, “I’d like to.”

“Hmm,” I smirk, “I bet you would. Do you know what I want?”

“What?” he asks.

“I want to wear it for you,” I whisper over Eleanor’s head, “and then I want you to cut it off me.”

I can practically feel Tom’s boner pushing on Eleanor’s back and driving her pelvis against my ass. Her eyes widen and she giggles at me.

“I think you should get that dress on,” she laughs, “like, right the fuck now.”

I sit upright to go to my closet, but something stops me. Through our merriment and lust, none of us heard the car pull up in the driveway. None of heard the back-door open, and none of us heard Mom walking up the steps. It wasn’t until it was too late, when she opened my bedroom door and saw the three of us, that we knew she had come home early.

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