(Part 2 of our story continues with David making some progress towards becoming a man, he’s been kind of a pussy. Please check out part 1 , but as a quick reminder we have with us today: David, an 18 year old college freshman. Vickie, his hot older sister who’s a senior at his college. Vickie has had our boy handcuffed a few times which pisses him off, but she also gets his rocks off so there’s some mixed feelings about that. We also have Vickie’s friend Vanessa of the H-cup who isn’t fat and yes, there is such a thing, (she’s real, trust me!). Vanessa and David had a rather wild time but no fucking. Then there’s Michele, the final gal of the trio, the love of his life.)

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—Friday, after the titslapping and cocksucking adventures at Vanessa’s house.

I guess I drove home from Vanessa’s house. I might’ve floated. The afternoon seems like a dream… I molested Vanessa’s gigantic tits, came in her mouth… twice! And spanked her pretty fucking good. And not just a regular ass spanking, I spanked and slapped her tits, and she loved it!

She wouldn’t let me fuck her, or lick her pussy, either. I could have forced the issue, but she did threaten to kick my balls. These instructions not to fuck me came from Vickie, my sister.

I don’t know what to think about her right now. I mean, yeah, she’s apparently trying to make a man out of me, which I appreciate, but she’s also doing this dominant thing on me and I’m not liking it so much.

When I got home, Mom made me dinner, I showered and went back up to the college to hang with a couple guys from my accounting class in their dorm room . We’re just barely friends, but it’s better than hanging with Mom. Vickie was out on a date.

The dorm was pretty cool, wish I was setup like that. Well, maybe. I mean you have a lot of freedom, but you also have a roommate who may or may not be a douchebag. Anyway, we hung with a few gals, too. One gal, Cheryl, was showing a bit of interest in me, but Chad (my new buddy) was interested in her so I distanced myself from her. Bro’s before ho’s and all that. Only, we didn’t say this back then. Plus, she seemed really excited about accounting. I fucking hate accounting but I have to take it. Who gets excited about accounting?

I got home pretty late. Vickie was home but her door was locked. Yes, I checked. But she forgot to lock the door from our adjoining bathroom. I tiptoed in… I could hear her lightly snoring and could smell the booze and cigarettes on her. Form the glow of her clock radio, I could see about half a boob peeking from her flannel pajamas. She was sleeping hard on her back.

You’ve all seen ‘Animal House’, right? Pinto is looking at the passed out chick, and an angel and devil appear on each shoulder, each with conflicting advice as to his next course of action. I had a similar experience for a few moments, but then a third guy showed up; we’ll call him the Flim-Flam man. Flim was like, yeah, you could jump her bones and get it over with. But wouldn’t it be much better to do something to pay her back for all the humiliation she’s caused me? Do something with some style? Do it when she’s sober so she’ll remember it forever? I asked Flim what the plan he was, he said he was working on it. Alright, no Grand Scheme tonight then.

But, I couldn’t just walk away. I had a semi going and it seemed like a good time to at least leave her a message of ‘hey, you don’t know what’s coming next’.

I reached over and carefully unbuttoned another button, then another. Her breathing didn’t change. I unbuttoned the last one, and gently opened her flannel top, exposing her breasts. God damn they were nice. And I sucked them last week. Yes I did, sucked them good. And she jacked my cock off with them, with her beautiful tits… and she likes to suck them, too… and so does Vanessa… Nessa and I had a tongue fight on her big fucking nipples… the nipples that I slapped and spanked and squeezed and bit and sucked hard and kissed gently… and I saw Michele’s gorgeous tits, too… and Nessa’s hairy cunt…and I made Nessa cum so hard she cried some tears of joy… what a freaky bitch, that Vanessa… and she watches her mom suck dildos with her mom’s cunt juices on it… and I forced her to say she wanted to eat out her mom…

Jesus fucking Christ… I leaned on the bed and shot load after load of hot cum on my sister’s tits… three shots… four shots… stroke stroke fucking faster… five shots… any more? Nah, just drips on her sheets…

That will be something nice for her to wake up to!

—Saturday—

I woke up Saturday around 11:00. Didn’t hear anything in the house. Rolled on my stomach and humped the sheets for a few moments, thinking of Vanessa watching her naked mom masturbate… rolled on my back and came all on my chest and stomach. Ahhh…

Vickie was still asleep… too bad! I wanted to catch her reaction to the dried cum on her tits and jammies.

Even though we just had mid-terms, the year ain’t over and we have this big, stupid biology project due at the end of the year. I gotta go to the campus library and use some of the reference books, no Interwebz back in ’87!

I go to the second floor of the library where all the reference books are. There’s almost nobody in the library. Most people are taking the weekend off after the Mid-terms, it seems. Coming up the stairs, I see a gal wave to me.

She’s got dark, shoulder length hair tied in a pony tail… but a few of the front strands are hanging down, framing her luscious face. The face of an Angel. The face of one of my sister’s best friends, Michele.

In my sister’s latest little torment/game, she had me handcuffed to the bed, naked with an erection, and brought in Vanessa and Michele to tease me. My embarrassment was supreme. However, Michele could see this and pretty much put an end to it and got everyone out. The fact that Vickie came back and titfucked my cock was nice (ok, it was fucking awesome!), but still, embarrassment stings.

I muster up some courage and saunter over.

“David!” she whispers. “What are you doing here? Trying to graduate early?”

“Ha, yeah definitely,” I whisper back. “Got that freshman bio project, ya know? Need to tun in the next progress item…”

“Ah yes, Professor Digby’s famous project. How long will you be here?”

“I dunno… couple hours at least, I guess…”

“Good, me too. Um…” She was thinking hard about something. “I need to concentrate and so do you, but come talk to me when you’re done, okay? It’s uh… it’s important… to me…”

“Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go spread my shit, uh, stuff over in the science section. See ya…”

Now what was that all about? What important stuff does she have to talk to me about?

I struggle to concentrate and study my shit. I’m supposed to be making notecards in order to write my big paper. I thought I would get 30-40 done today. After 2 hours, I’ve got 5. I cannot fucking concentrate.

I gather up my books and papers and shuffle over to Michele to see what’s so important. It’s quiet in the library, of course, but the nearest person is about 100 feet away. She invites me to sit down; she’s on the end of the table so I sit 90 degrees to her on the side.

“David,” she begins, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay, and to tell you that I am really, Really sorry about the other day in Vickie’s room.”

I blush. God I hate it when that happens but I can’t help it.

“Apology accepted. Thanks.” And I start to get back up.

“No, wait!” she whispers.

“Look,” I say, raising my voice. “I know she’s got you all in on some grand plan…”

“Shhhhhhhh!!!” The obnoxious mouse girl 100 feet away is pissed.

“I know”, I begin again, whispering. “Vickie’s got you guys all teasing me…”

“No,” protests Michele. “It’s not like that. Vickie does want you to… grow up to be a man… we all want to help you, David… Vanessa and I love Vickie like a sister and she, Vick, adores you…”

“She adores me so much she has to tease and embarrass me, and set me up with Vanessa but puts out strict rules on what I can and can’t do. That’s bullshit. That’s not love, or kindness, it’s just her being a bitch and I’m not taking it anymore.”

Michele bows her head. “I don’t agree with her methods. I thought we could just talk with you, tell you some stuff, give you help with girls and how to talk with them. You’re such a great guy but you are so painfully shy… correction… you WERE so shy… you don’t seem so shy any more.”

“Yeah, well that’s because I’m pissed. I’m not some plaything…”

“No of course you aren’t. The issue is… Vickie is the most sexual person I’ve ever met, or heard about, or read about. So she has great intentions, but the she struggles with this… this sex-devil inside her. She has taught Vanessa and I so much about sex… but she doesn’t know that much about life. That’s kind of my area, so I’m trying to help her come to terms with this.”

“Sex-Devil?” I ask. What the fuck?

“Well that’s what we call it. She just gets overwhelmed with sex thoughts and, well sometimes there’s no stopping her. The thing is, you seem to have a similar sex drive, but you’ve been repressed so long you don’t know how to let it out. It’s mostly your mom’s fault, and Vickie’s too. Since you were young, you grew up with kind of bitchy chicks. You learned to only respect women, you never learned that your own wants and needs are important. You don’t have to subordinate your feelings for a woman’s sake. Or for society’s sake. But you’re making great strides… I talked to Vanessa last night…”

I couldn’t help but grin at that. Vanessa. Mmmmmm. Vanessa… “She told you… everything?”

Michele looked around the room, nobody was paying attention to us. She lightly slapped her own tits a couple times and whispered “more… more…” She grinned.

“So, basically, David, I mean… holy shit!”

“Shhhhhh!” hushed the brainiac.

“Shhh yourself!!” I replied. “So… you’re not, like, disgusted or anything about me?”

“Gosh no,” replied Michele. “I’m impressed as hell!”

“I haven’t spoken to Vickie about that yet, she was passed out when I got home.”

“I don’t think she knows. Vanessa went with her mom to visit their Gran.”

“Wonder what she’ll say. You know, Vickie wouldn’t let Vanessa fuck me. Oh shit, I mean, um, make love…”

“You can say anything you want David, I’m very far from being a prude! But… Vickie wants to be your first…”

“But she keeps telling me it’s wrong, then she handcuffs me… jacks me off… and calls me pervert…”

“Yeah, I know… like I said, I don’t really agree with her methods. But look at the results. You’re walking tall, you’ve got confidence in your step, you’re talking to me for, like, the first time ever and you are looking me in the eye. You never, ever did that before.”

“I know. I feel really good about myself. But I want this humiliation shit to stop. I’ve been afraid to stop it, though, because… because…well…”

“Go ahead, say what you need to say, David.”

“Alright fine. Because I feel like a fucking sex monster and I need to… I need to get fucked. And I’ve watched… I’ve watched Vickie for so long and I… I really want to fuck her and make her cum a million times… and she’s jacking me off now and that’s fantastic and I don’t want it to end…”

Michele put her hand on mine.

“David, she loves you. I don’t mean romantically. I mean she has deep love for you that will never go away. There’s almost nothing you could do to make her stop loving you. She’s your sister. You feel the same way about her. That’s fine!”

“Thank you, Michele. I’ve needed to talk about this. But there’s nobody who could even begin to understand…”

“I know, David. I know.”

“In spite of all her good intentions, I still want to get back at her. Some way good. I uh… I jacked off on her in her sleep last night. But that’s not exactly revenge.”

Michele giggled. “No, not exactly! I’ll tell you a secret, though. My dad’s a cop, you know. He’s got handcuffs in the house. Vickie didn’t want to use those cuffs. She and I went to the magician’s shop downtown to buy those handcuffs she uses on you…”

“Huh? you mean…”

“Yeah. They are trick handcuffs. There’s a button on there to press and they release.”

Very interesting…

“Say, uh, Michele… do you think I could borrow a set of your REAL handcuffs?”

“No problem at all, sweetie. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Yeah, turnabout is fair play! I’ll talk her into cuffing her with her handcuffs that she thinks are trick, but they’ll be real ones, instead. Then… holy shit…” My mind filled with dark thoughts.

“Ok, Michele. Will you help me with one last thing?”

“Sure! Anything!”

“I think… I think I kind of understand how to… fuck. I’ve been practicing for years, ya know? But… um… I want to… I want to lick her and make her cum. And I want it to be great and I don’t want to fumble around and mess up…”

“David, you are such a good guy. I would love to give you some tips… oh… you mean now?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind. Vickie’s going down soon, and I want to be ready.”

“Ok. Um eating pussy. Well, every woman and every situation is different, of course. It’s not like a cock where you just rub it and cum flies out. But a good way is to start slow… Don’t just dive headlong into her puss and start chomping. Assuming you’ve done other foreplay, start with her stomach. You can trail your tongue downwards… slowly… get closer… then divert at the last moment and go down one of her thighs. Then switch over to her other thigh and go back up. One thing I like, is to look me in the eye once in awhile while you’re doing this. That lets me know that you’re into this. And it’s very sexy.

“So back to the pelvis… you know, mix it up a bit, kiss her here, there, so she doesn’t know where you’re going, exactly. The teasing is part of the build-up. But then, you’re there. Some guys make the mistake of diving for the clitoris and just beating it up. For a great orgasm, you’ve got to involve the whole pussy.”

“Ok,” I interrupted. “And the clitoris is, where, exactly?”

“It’s up in the folds… um… I can’t really show you here… oh! Duh! We’re in a library!”

We get up and she leads me to the section with the medical books. We find Gray’s Anatomy. Nobody can see us back here in the racks, we’re further away from the studying bitch. We flip through the pages… there it is. The vagina, in all of it’s clinical glory. Great diagrams. Michele sets the book on a shelf at the end of the rack.

“So, here it is. Except, your sister shaves her pubic hair.”

“Uh, really? Why? And uh, how do you know?”

“I just know. I told you, she’s brought Vanessa’s and my own sexuality up several notches…

“Anyway. This shows it all closed up, that’s pretty much how it looks normally. Start here at the bottom, and lick slowly… slowly up… don’t press to hard, you’re just licking the outside right now…”

“Don’t I want to stick my tongue in there?”

“Patience, young man! It’s not about your enjoyment, it’s about hers. This is all about her.

“Keep licking up to the top. See this area? the clitoris is under this bit of skin. So you’re just licking the outside for now. Do this a few times, whatever you feel. 3 times. 10 times. Mix it up. Lick up and then lick back down. Then, finally, press harder with tongue, right down here, just up from the base. Separate her pussy lips. The heat you will feel from this is incredible.”

I looked at Michele with a sideways glance. She’s done this before. She’s eaten pussy. Most likely, she’s eaten Vickie’s pussy.

“‘Scuse me for a second,” I tell her. I reach into my pants and adjust my raging cock. It’s getting hard, but it’s pointed downhill. That won’t work for me. It’s also a bit juicy with some pre-cum on it. I pull out my hand, which has some pre-cum on my palm. Michele sees it. I lick it up. “Ok, sorry, all better.” I move closer and am now pressing against Michele a little as I try and investigate the diagrams of cunts. My hand just naturally rested on her hip. Right on her pantline. She turned slightly, then went back to the book. My thumb and forefinger are now resting on her bare skin, beneath her sweater.

“So, um. Holy shit. I mean, uh… now, she’ll be getting pretty warmed up. You’ll be tasting her juices. Have you… did you get to taste?” I slide my hand up her back a little. her skin is so soft and warm…

“Yeah. Vickie put her fingers on my lips with her juices. And I got some of Vanessa’s too. It was kind of weird, but interesting, too.”

“Well, you’ll be drenched in it. And, this is the moment of truth. She’ll know if you don’t like it or are grossed out by it. And there won’t be any cumming if you pull back and say ‘How was that?’ Stay in there. Tough it out. It’s an acquired taste. You’ll learn to like it. You’ll learn to love it. Then you’ll crave it.”

“I’m already craving it…”

“Yeah, I can see that… So now… just go exploring in there. Push your tongue in as far as you can go. Get your hands involved, too. Spread her legs, spread her lips. Work your way up here…”

“The mysterious clit.”

“Right. the magic button. The man in the boat. Sometimes direct contact with it can be fantastic, sometimes it an actually hurt the gal. You’ll have to see. It’s okay if it hurts her for a moment, just change tactics. It’s not the end of the world. Lick around the top, lick all the skin… everywhere… the exploring is the fun part. Take your time.” My hand has now slid down to her ass. I’m cupping her goddamn ass cheeks. My cock is pressing against her thigh as as she stands slightly in front me, pointing to the pussies in the book.

“At some point, though, you need to get down to work. Um… what works with me… is… oh god I didn’t think I would do this!” She blushes to a beet red.

“So you get the idea, David… I’ll see you…”

“Whoa no!”

From across the room, I get “SHHHHHuuush”-ed again.

I push Michele’s back against the stacks of books. My hands are around her waist.

“Finish it. What works for you.”

I lean into her, my cock pressing right against her crotch.

“If you take… two fingers…”

“Yes… two fingers…” I plant the tiniest of kisses on her neck. Working my way all around.

“Right… um massage the pussy with them…”

“You mean, massage your pussy, right? Not the pussy. We’re talking about what works for you.” I continue to kiss her neck. Her breathing quickens

“yes…” she whispers. “My pussy… coat your fingers with her juices. I mean, my juices. Slide up inside me… fuck me with your fingers… at the same time, you’re still licking me up a little higher, around my clitoris and… oh god David…” she moans as my cock-filled jeans press hard into her crotch and rub up and down.

“Keep going, Michele. Tell me how to eat your cunt,” She’s actually panting a little bit.

“Um… haha!… so yeah… get a rhythm going, but you can speed it up and slow it down, too. And don’t forget to look up at me once in a while.”

I pull away from her a little bit, and I look directly into her eyes.

“Yes… like that…”

I keep staring into her eyes. My hand slides down… inside her sweatpants… and panties… and I find a very hot and very wet spot. I massage the lips. “Keep going…”

“David… don’t… um… I don’t mean that… just…”

“Keep talking, tell me how to make you cum.”

“Um… you can shout out some things yourself while you’re doing this, let me know you’re enjoying this… mash your tongue onto my clit… and kind of pulse it in time with your hand strokes… keep doing that… keep doing that… yes… David!”

“SSSSHHHHHH!” from the peanut gallery. God these people should read a book or something.

I plant my lips full on her mouth so she’ll quiet down. My middle finger is up her pussy hole a little bit, (Hey, her pants and panties are still on. We’re in a library for crying out loud! Keep it down!) and my palm is pressing into her clitoris. I’m rubbing firmly, creating a rhythm, pulsing on her clit…

“I want to eat you up.” I kiss her more.

She’s melting, I have to help hold her up with my other arm.

“I’m going to fuck my sister, first, Michele” I shove my tongue in her mouth and grip her pussy hard and shake it.

“Then I’m coming for you.” I try and cram all four fingers into her pussy. They all make it in.

Michele makes this indescribably lovely face.

“I’m coming to fuck you, Michele.”

She stiffens, sharply intakes a breath, grimaces, then release her breath in little explosive gasps. She’s desperately trying not to scream. It sort of works. My fingers are soaked with her cum. She’s trembling, and buries her head on my shoulder and chest for a moment. She comes back to life and kisses me, passionately, then sweetly and gently.

“I think,” she begins, whispering. “I think you’re going to do just fine, David. Fuck Vickie. Please. Fuck her good and hard. Then keep your promise. Come and get me…”

We smile for a few moments.

“Hey, what about you? Here let me do something…”

“No,” I stop her. “I need all that for Vickie. She’s going to get exploded upon!”

I follow her to her house and pick up the cuffs, the real ones. Her folks are there and I just act like I’m picking up a book for my sister.

“Go get her,” she whispers in my ear as she gives me a hug. “Show her who’s boss.”

– – –

Sunday, I’m wracking my brain trying to figure out when I can launch a surprise attack on Vickie. My balls are so blue they are actually singing the blues… She had a date last night again. I fell asleep. Mom’s around all effing day. Guess I’ll have to wait until Friday and tell her she can’t go to class or something…

Whatever. I’m working on my Bio project again. We’ve had dinner. Mom and Vickie are having wine in the family room. Of course, Mom won’t let me have any because it’s illegal. Bitch. They seem to be into their second bottle already. They should just shut up so I can concentrate on this stupid shit.

‘Root pressure’. Who gives a fuck about root pressure? Then they tell me it’s not even a viable theory. So, they’re teaching me theories that don’t mean shit. I do NOT understand college… At least it’s quiet out there in the house. Time passes.

My bedroom door flies open. It’s Vickie. She’s got her cordless phone, tucked against her chest so the person on the other end can’t here her talking to me.

“Come here! Quick. You’ve gotta hear this!”

Ok, whatever.

She sits down on the bed and points for me to sit next to her. She talks into the phone, then tilts it between both our ears so I can hear the other person.

“Ok, Ness, sorry. Had to take a quick dump. So, start from the beginning? I’m listening now.”

“Well, he’s cutting the grass and shit, and he looks good. I swear he’s gotten taller since school started. So I wait till he’s all done so Mom doesn’t get suspicious. Then I go outside…”

“What were you wearing?” Interrupts Vick.

“That tube top, you know, the purple one? And those white shorts.”

“And panties?”

“Vickie, who do you think you’re talking to? OF course not!” They both laugh. “So I forget what we said exactly. But I teased him a little, and he yanked my top down!”

Vickie looks at me, kind of that “oh really?” look.

“Go on”, she says to Vanessa.

“Then, get this, he ASKS me if he can touch them. He’s so-o-o-o adorable!” Vanessa laughs. “But then, oh I don’t know what happened, I mean, he attacked my tits. He really loves tits. I mean really. He may have a problem or something… I’m kidding! So then we start talking dirty. i don’t know how he knew this… did you tell him about Mom? Somehow he knew.”

“I’ve never said a word about that dream to anyone, not even Michele.”

“Well, then he’s some kind of psychic or something. Wait, I’m ahead of myself. So first he talks about you tittyfucking him. He really liked that. So I sucked him while he told me that…”

“Sucked him? His cock?”

“His beautiful cock. What is it? 8 inches?”

“No, it’s only 7.”

Shit. My secret is out. I can’t believe she just told everyone that. I don’t have a giant cock. But it is bigger than 3 billion Chinese and Asian’s cocks, so there. It’s probably bigger than yours, too, so shut up.

“He told me he wanted you to suck him off. Since you didn’t, I did. and Vickie?”

“Yeah.”

“That boy cums a lot!”

Vickie indicates she wants to lay down on the bed. We re-arrange ourselves so we can both here. She’s also giving me the ‘thumbs-up’, showing that she likes what I did with Vanessa.

“Yeah I know, I’ve seen it. I’ve tasted it, too.” She elbows me in the ribs.

“Yeah you tasted it, I ATE him all up… God damnit… Vickie. There’s more to the story but I have to do something now… you know…”

“No,” said Vickie. “I don’t know. say it.”

“Fuck you bitch!” Vanessa said, laughing. “I have to touch, you know, christ, you taught me!” I rise up and look at Vickie. She’s taught Vanessa how to masturbate? Cool! Vickie just shrugs and gives a me a ‘who, me?’ look.

“God I had to wear a bra all weekend at Gran’s house. Feels good to get it off… let the girls breathe… yes…mmm…”

A few moments go by. We hear some squeaking noises. Some suckling noises.

“Vanessa?… stop sucking your tits and talk to me! What happened next?”

“Oh, right. Sorry. So somehow he found about my mom. Next thing I know, he’s slapping my tits!” Vickie gives me this look like ‘what the hell?’ My turn to just shrug.

I’m kinda getting a hard-on.

“And he’s slapping them hard! And Vickie… it felt sooooo good. So-o-o-o good.” We can hear some slapping sounds in the phone.

“It’s not the same when I do it myself.”

“It never is”, replies Vick.

“Ain’t that the truth. He’s slapping me all around and I got so fucking hot and horny. Then he grabbed my cunt and slapped my tits and made me spill the beans about Mom.

“He made me… he made me admit…”

She was having trouble breathing.

“I admitted that I watched Mom masturbate… and that I watched her lick her dildo after she was done… and he slapped my tits more and I couldn’t refuse… I told him I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy.”

“You do want to eat her pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes… Vickie… yes…” we can just hear her panting.

“I can’t hear anything, Vanessa.”

Next thing we hear all kinds of juicy, slurpy noises. I unzip my pants and take out my cock. Vickie raises her eyebrows and smiles at me, but she shakes her head ‘no’.

“Nessa?”

“Yeah… yes…”

“Say it, honey…”

“oh FUCK I want to eat her cunt! and I want her to eat mine!!”

Vanessa apparently drops the phone and we hear slapping noises, and noises of Vanessa cumming, hard. I stand up, my hard cock sticking out. I tell Vickie to tun on the speaker phone. She laughs quietly, “I didn’t know there was one!” Now we can hear Nessa just fine.

“Vickie… sorry sweetie… had to be done, though. But I’m not done talking about David.”

I open Vickie’s underwear drawer. She shakes her head, then turns away so she can’t see me.

“I sucked his cock again. He came in my mouth twice, Vickie! I swallowed it all, too…”

I went ‘Pssst’ and Vickie turned to see me. I had two bras hanging from their straps on my upright cock. She smiled and tried to wave me away.

“Vickie, you can’t do this anymore. You have to let me fuck him! Please! I’m begging you!”

I found the trick handcuffs in her drawer. I piled on several more bras onto my cock, then hung the bracelets on there, too.

‘Psssst!’

Vickie looked back at me. I could tell she was excited by this, but she furiously shook her head ‘no’ and pointed to Mom’s room.

I put everything back in the drawer, including her trick handcuffs.

Vanessa continued talking about me fucking her, and then talking about her mom and me in the driveway.

I left the room and I checked on Mom. She was passed out on her bed. I put a blanket over her.

“Mmmm… Mike? is that you?” Mike was my deadbeat dad’s name. We haven’t seen him in over ten years.

There’s a wineglass that’s still full on her night stand.

“Yeah, it’s me. Drink your water sweetie…” I held the wine glass to her lips, she drank about half of it.

“Thanks babe… maybe we can fuck in the morning…”

Well that killed my hard-on. My mom the fucking fat slob, the fucking drunkard. Yeah, let’s fuck. The Horror!

I went to my room, got the real handcuffs, then eased back into Vickie’s room.

Vanessa was droning on about how she wants to fuck me, her mom wants to fuck me, she wants to eat her mom etc… I think she had been hitting the wine, too.

I went back to the underwear drawer. I made it look like i was getting out the trick handcuffs, when in fact I pulled the real ones out. I jangled them in Vickie’s direction. She again shook her head, no!

I pointed to mom’s room, then mimed her drinking and passing out. Vickie raised an eyebrow at me.

I walked over to her bed and reached for her left hand. I cuffed it. Vickie smiled and raised both eyebrows, twice.

I raised her hand over her head, by the brass railing of her headboard. She still held the phone in her right hand, though we were listening to it on speakerphone. I took the phone and placed it right at her cleavage. It was only a few inches away so she could still talk and hear fine. I pulled her right arm up to match her left. I ran the cuffs behind the rail, then back around and cuffed her right wrist. She was in good. Handcuffed to the bed. Shackled. For real. And she didn’t know it.

I took off all my clothes, slowly. I dropped my boxers right in her face.

I picked up the phone and interrupted Vanessa, who was still going on about being in love with me and maybe she could fuck me…

“Vanessa, Hey! Vanessa! It’s David.”

“David? Oh god. I want to thank you so much for Friday and was wondering if we…”

“Vanessa, Vickie has to go now. Bye.” Click.

I threw my boxers on the ground, and stood up on the bed, towering over Vickie.

“You… are not going to tie me up anymore. We are going to fuck, and suck, probably for the rest of our lives, but we aren’t going to do it that way anymore.”

“David,” she began. “I was conflicted, I didn’t want to impose myself on you. If I tied you up, it wasn’t your fault, you know what I mean? I’m wicked, you aren’t, I didn’t want you to…”

This wasn’t exactly my plan. Okay, I didn’t have a plan at all. I was just winging it.

I drop down, and lay naked body on top of her. She’s still dressed in jeans and a blouse. Her tits are sticking up pretty nicely so she’s got a bra on, too.

“David, let me go, please. We can talk, or whatever you want to do…”

“It’s too late for that, sweetheart.”

I thought of ripping her pants off and half-raping her. I thought of smacking her like I did Vanessa. Instead, I kissed her. We had never kissed before. We have tittyfucked, and played around, but never kissed.

Her lips tasted good. She was hesitant, at first. I slid my hands behind her head and neck, cradling her. I stroked her cheek with my thumb as I slowly parted her lips with my tongue. She let out an “mmm…” as I began exploring her mouth, and found her tongue. Her whole body relaxed, she wrapped her legs around mine. We kissed for several minutes. Not moments. Minutes. Hungrily, hard, gentle, teasing, giggling, dreaming.

I break the kiss, and the embrace. I get up and sit on her pelvic area, my cock pointing skywards while pre-jizz oozes out of the tip. I crawl up to her, so she can see this fat cock coming towards her face. I stop with it an inch above her face. I stroke from the base, bring out the pre-cum so it drips onto her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“David, undo me, and I can…”

“Shhhh…”

I take my cock, and slap her on the cheek with it. Again, and again. I rose up and maneuver around her face, continuously slapping her face with my cock. Vickie didn’t shy away from this. She loved it.

“You want to suck this, don’t you.”

“Yes Davey!”

“Call me ‘Davey’ again and I’ll buttfuck you with a baseball bat.” She sat there, stunned and wild-eyed while I smacked her lips with my hard cock some more.

“Tell me how much you want it.”

“Dave… David… I want your cock so much. I’ve dreamed about it. Please. may I kiss it?”

That’s more like it. “Yes, you may.”

I place it on her lips. She begins kissing it, tonguing my cock. I press deeper, my cock enters her mouth. Her hot and wet fucking mouth.

I can’t push down much further, though. My cock goes up, her throat goes down. Problem. I prop her head up with some pillows… yes, that’s a better angle now…

“If you let me out I could mmmpphmphmmphm…” She tends to stop talking with a dick in her mouth. I’m fucking her mouth pretty fucking good now.

Even with her limited mobility, she sucked my cock pretty fucking good. I pulled out and dragged my balls in her face. She licked them, and sucked them gently into her mouth. Jesus, THAT never occurred to me! But it felt fantastic…

I move back down to where I’m sitting atop her pelvis. Her tits want to come out. I know they do. Vickie is wearing this light pink button-up blouse. I gently undo the first button. Vickie smiles at me. I grasp more of her blouse in each hand… and RIP it apart! Buttons flying, fabric tearing. I don’t get it in one shot, so I go down more and rip her shirt again until all the buttons are gone.

Vickie lays there, her chest heaving up and down with anxiety and passion.

“Back in a minute.” I tell her. Her bra, of course, won’t come off because her arms are cuffed up at the headboard. I go get my big camping knife.

A voice in my head says to go check on Mom. Seems like a bad idea. I tiptoe in her room, naked and holding a knife… She’s still asleep. Good. For a moment, I think of dropping my cock in her mouth. Nah… she’d probably clamp down on it and cause permanent damage.

As I’m walking down the hall back to Vickie’s room, I can hear her struggling with the cuffs. I walk in, smirking, go to her dresser and pull out the magic handcuffs.

“Looking for these?”

I turn and face her. She sees the knife and goes bug-eyed.

“Don’t scream… don’t scream…”

I sit on her pelvis again. i slide the shiny knife blade against he soft, pale skin. Up to her left bra strap. I tilt the big blade 90 degrees so it’s pointing up. I lift up… higher… higher… the blade digs into the strap… SNAP! on her skin as the now cut straps return to their unstretched length. I repeat the move on her right bra strap… stretching it up until the knife slices through the material.

“Don’t move a muscle.” I instruct Vickie.

I bring the knife down to her stomach, pointing to her breasts. Sliding the tip up ever so gently… under the fabric of her 36DD bra… I have to use my other hand to pull up the bra… her tits are squishing together… the knife blade now fully under the middle of the bra…

“Lift… and separate!”

Her tits spring back to her chest, Vickie breathes again. I lean across her and stick the knife into her nightstand.

“That’s a twenty dollar bra, you know…”

I smirk… “Not any more!”

I yank out the remnants of her cut up bra. She still has her shirt on, just wide open.

Greedily, I attack her tits with the same ferocity that I molested Vanessa’s a couple days ago. I’m not slapping them, just kneading them… sucking them… kissing them… Vickie pulls on her restraints as I push the two nipples together and lick and almost suck them both… I do love tits… I grab her left tit and push it to Vickie’s face, offering her a snack…. she greedily chomps on her nipple, drawing it completely into her mouth… god… damn… it…

I start kissing below her breasts… down to her taut belly… oh shit… her pants are still on.

I undo the button and zipper and shuck them off. She has some silky little pink panties on.

“Vick… I have to…” I reach over and grab the knife, I slip the cold blade against her skin, she shudders. I cut the panties on her left side by her hip. I pull the panties away from her mound. Vickie is watching the process intently. I slice through the crotch of her panties. I pull them out from under now, and sniff them deeply.

“Mmmmm… somebody’s excited!”

“It’s me. Oh my fucking god I’m excited! David will you hurry up and fuck me?!?” Huh… she’s begging. I like begging. I also like denying.

“Let me go and I’ll…” I stuff the panties into her mouth. She looks pissed.

“You gonna be quiet now?” She nods. I remove the panties. I slam the knife into the night stand again. I leave the panties right at her neck so she can smell them.

I go back to kissing around her pant line. I’ve settled in between her legs. Thinking back on Michele’s advice, I tease Vickie by going right alongside her clean-shaven pussy and keep going down her left leg… I look her in the eye… she’s silently pleading with me to dive in… I switch to her other leg and gently lick and caress her thighs… she squirms… I arrive back near her pussy… the scent is strong with this one.

Ever so lightly, I place my tongue right at the base of her cunt and slowly… slowly bring it up. I can feel the heat coming from her core. I’m tasting her cunt juices that have sneaked out already. I get to the top… grazing over her hooded clit…

“Oooooh David… my brother… my lover…”

I start at the bottom again, more juice now. I’m trying to go slow, but jesus it’s hard. At the top, this time, I do a slow return back down her lips. It’s easier going up, of course, the tongue is built that way. I do that for another minute or so, just going up and down but not penetrating.

Then I apply more tongue pressure and her lips separate. Jesus, I thought it was hot before, but now that my tongue is a half inch inside it’s even hotter. The slight taste of pussy juice is replaced by an assault on my tongue. Female juice, mmmm-mmmm-good. Moving up slightly, it gets even fucking hotter as I cross over her actual cunt hole. Vickie is just mewling and twisting… then she clamps her thighs against my head and pushes her cunt into my face as hard as she can. Fuck, gotta watch that move! A fellow could suffocate down here! I spread her legs slightly so I can move my head some more.

My hands wrap around her thighs and ass, and come over to pull her lips apart.

“Your pussy is beautiful, Vickie.”

“Yes…” She can’t really form sentences, it seems.

I thrust my tongue deep into her vagina, as far as I can. I can feel the juices on my tongue and I withdraw a little so I can swallow. Tangy. I go to town on her pussy, licking faster, licking everywhere… on impulse I suck on her pussy lips… to my surprise lots of lip and cunt comes into my mouth… I use a tiny bit of teeth as it slides back out…

“Oh fuck… oh shit… David… David… fuck…”

I pull my hand from around her leg and I gently thrust my index finer inside… it goes in so easy I’m not sure she notices. Two fingers… she notices that!… I plant my face on her clit and alternate between licking and kissing and sucking… all while thrusting two fingers back and forth… three… moving faster, much faster… fuck let’s get them all in there! Four fingers and the tip of my thumb are ramming in and out of my sister’s cunt!

Vickie can’t stand it anymore… I can feel her orgasm building… I pull my hand out and rise up off her cunt.

“You know what Vick? Maybe you’re right. Maybe incest is bad… this doesn’t seem right…”

She moans at me. “Please! God! please go on!” She looks like she’s going to cry. I make one of those mean faces that a brother makes to his sister, and dive back in.

In ten seconds, she fucking cums. And I mean cums. I can barely hang on as she bucks against me. I decide it’s a good time to slap her tit with my left hand, while she’s cumming… SLAP… SLAP… more faceplant on her clit… SLAP on her tits…

“AAAUGGHH!” she screams!

Christ! That would wake the dead! I leap up and clamp my right hand, my cunt-juice covered right hand, over her mouth so she’ll shut up. She’s a fucking animal now, she’s trying to hump my leg as her orgasm subsides… spent… she collapses back down… her shiny cunt glistening in the light.

I bend down and kiss her on the the lips. My whole face is damp with her pussy juice. She laps at my cheeks, humming the whole time.

We kiss more… deeply… I slide my hips between her legs… my fucking rock of Gibraltar cock just about falls into her pussy. She’s so open and wet, I’m already inside an inch or so. I wanted this to be a little more dramatic, but what the fuck.

I push forward.

I have to clamp my hand over her mouth again as my cock sinks into her pussy. Up to the fucking hilt. The feeling is… amazing… practically indescribable joy… I start slowly thrusting inside her steaming hot hole. Pulling 95% of the way out, then slamming it back home. Again, and again.

Thank you God… although I’m sure this doesn’t meet your approval… but I’m finally fucking my sister… I wrap my arms around her as hers are still restrained by the handcuffs on the headboard. I grab her ass and pull myself deeper into her. Her ass crack is wet with her pussy’s desire… I easily slip a finger up her into her ass… she kisses me hard…

“David… I love you… cum in me… cum in me… now or whenever… just cum in me…”

We kiss more. My mind has traveled to some other level. Maybe it’s just all the pleasure circuits lit up, but I feel like Vickie and I are connected in time and space… it’s totally amazing… I feel she is… with me…

I can’t stand it… I cum… and cum… and cum… My sister giggles and laughs and moans as my hot fucking cum fills her pussy… spasm… spasm… spasm…her hot cunt grips my cock as she cums too…. my hot sperm shooting deep into her body… she’s taking all of my cum…

I collapse on top of her. The Astral Plane has left and I slowly return to earth. Vickie and I are kissing lightly. I stop to reach over and get the handcuff key. I undo one wrist and fall back down, rolling onto my back as she unlocks the other one herself.

Almost immediately, she goes down and sucks on my cock. She wants that fucking cock and all of our juices in her mouth. She rises up on her knees and puts her hand under her cunt. We both watch as the spermy mixture of man-cum and girl-cum drips into her hand. She pulls her hand up and replaces it with her other. She licks and slurps our cum up, completely swallowing it. A little bit is in her other hand, she rubs it on her nipples, and presents them to me for licking. I gladly suck them both clean.

Knock-Knock. “Vickie? Is everything all right in there?” Jesus it’s Mom!

I roll onto the side of the bed away from the door. Vickie gets up and tries to wrap some bedding around her and meets Mom as she’s opening the door.

“What’s going on? I heard something, and where’s Davey?”

“Mom…” starts Vickie. “I was having… some alone time… you know? And I think David went to Mike’s house or something…” her voice trailed off.

“Okay, well come help me finish this wine off. And don’t be such a tramp.”

“Um… sure… in a couple minutes, ok?”

She closes AND LOCKS the door. Note to everyone. Next time you fuck a family member, maybe you should lock the door if you don’t want every one to know.

Vickie strides back to me as I emerge from the hidden side of the bed. She drops the sheets and we hug passionately.

“I love you, Vickie.” I say. “Like a sister.”

“Love you like a brother, David.”

“And… um… thank you… for everything, I mean. All this…”

“David, I’m just so happy we are where we are right now. Look, Mom’s waiting. See you in the morning, Ok? Come into the bathroom and I’ll suck you off before I brush my teeth…”

We kiss and she departs.

Vickie dressed in her jammies to go hang with Mom, so I slinked back to my room. I’d like to say that I slept soundly from the fantastic fucking my sister and I just did. However, my head was practically spinning from the earlier events. I kept picturing her handcuffed, naked on the bed… I kept sniffing my hand because I could still smell her pussy juices on it. I jacked off a couple more times. I needed a glass of water to replenish my fluid loss.

I could hear Mom and Vickie talking in the family room. I had to pass them to get a glass from the kitchen, but I stopped short and listened in, instead.

“… and you’re sure he’s not… you know… funny or something?” Mom was saying.

“Uh,” satd Vickie. “No, I’m pretty sure he likes girls. I think he likes them a lot. I’ve seen him… staring at girls before.”

“Well he just… I don’t know… he never has a girlfriend… he’s so damn shy… he should be with girls now… all he has is you and me and no dad to help him out.” Awww. Mom’s concerned about my sex life. “I would talk to him but I don’t think he’d like that. Maybe you could get your friends to… no, your friends are too old…”

“Mom! You want my friends to have sex with him?”

“No! Of course not!. Unless, do you think they would?”

“Jeez, Mom, that’s really out there. Should we pay them?” Vickie was having a little fun with Mom. “That’s kind of sick. They’re friends! Not prostitutes, Mom.”

“I’m sorry sweetie. But Vanessa seems pretty loose…”

“Mom! That’s enough. I’m going to bed.”

“Ok! Good night sweetie! I’m just going to finish this glass of wine… don’t say anything to David…”

Vickie almost yelped when she saw me around the corner. We walked back to my room, trying to stifle our laughter.

“Did you hear her? She thinks you’re gay!”

“Yeah, I’m totally gay. I’m a lesbian trapped in a man’s body!” we both giggled. “Hey, go back and get me a glass of water, please? I’ve cum two more times and am dying of thirst…”

Vickie kissed me on the mouth and went back down the hall towards the kitchen.

“Oh Jesus!” exclaims Vickie. There’s some random fumbling noises that I can’t make out.

“Oh my God, oh my god,” cries Mom.

“Fuck! Um… sorry Mom… uh, shit. I was just getting some water…”

Vickie comes back with a glass of water. She hands it to me and whispers ‘call me now’. She has a separate line in her room. (This is the late 80’s, if you recall. No cell phones, computers, texting, etc.)

She picks it up on the first ring.

“What the hell?” I ask.

“You’re not going to believe this… Mom was… god I can’t even say this… mom had the empty wine bottle in… in… her pussy!”

Stunned, all I managed was an “Ewwwww!”

“I know, right? She had her tits out the top and her housecoat hiked up and was frigging herself with the bottle. And! And! God I don’t even want to say this… She had your senior picture right there on the table and she was looking at it.”

“Um… that’s fucking gross. And sick. You’re making this shit up to try and get back at me for…”

“No, I swear to god.”

“Well… fuck. What do you think?”

“David… it wasn’t pretty!” We both laughed.

“Look, I could never… and I mean ever…”

“I know, I know! It’s mom and, ewwwww!”

“Some people, though, would definitely say that… uh… that you and me are ‘ewwww’.”

“Not me! It wasn’t ewwww at all, David. Are you ok? Like, are you weirded out or anything?”

“Well, not by us, no. By Mom, fuck that’s weird!”

“Jesus, I’ve been putting in all this time and effort to get you laid, now I’ve got to get Mom laid, too!”

“Ewwww! Just get her some more wine, she’ll be fine.” We laughed. She changed the subject.

“David… I really loved what we did tonight.”

“Me too.”

“I’m touching myself right now thinking about it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… David… you licked my pussy… and fucked my pussy… David, we fucked! and fucked…”

“I loved it, Vick. Totally. I’ve wanted you for so-o-o-o-o long.”

“It is wrong… David… but it’s also so right… so right… David I’m going to cum… do you want to come in and watch?”

“Fuck yes, but Mom’s still puttering around out there. I don’t want her to see me with a hard-on. Just picture my face and lips on your cunt… your juicy cunt…”

Vickie made little panting noises, and small moans and groans as she came.

“David… I’m licking my fingers… mmmmmm so good…g’night…”

“Night.”

– – – –

It took awhile, but I did get to sleep. Had some stupid dreams about some ‘Mom’s Club’ and I was dressed in a little boy’s sailor suit with my dick hanging out. All the Mom’s were there and were laughing and cackling at me. Great. Thanks, Mom. Needed that image.

Vickie and I share a common bathroom, we each have a door from our rooms that gets us into the bathroom. The doors lock, but we never usually lock them because, invariably, one of us would lock the door and then leave whilst forgetting to unlock it. Then the other person can’t get in and it’s a big mess. Siblings fighting and all, not pretty.

Anyway, if we don’t hear the shower running we just tap lightly on the door to make sure nobody’s peeing or pooping. This system usually works until someone, say, a younger brother, takes little sneak peaks at his big-titted sister showering.

So anyway, I need to pee and shower before school. I haven’t even jerked off this morning. I tap, nothing, I open the door just as Vickie is opening her door. I, of course, am stark naked. She has a robe on.

We both stop for a second, then she drops her robe, revealing her luscious breasts.

“It’s about time,” she says. “I told you last night I would suck you off this morning.”

And with that, she drops to her knees on the bathroom rug, grabs my now-stiff cock by the shaft and starts licking the head of my cock.

Stroking my cock firmly, she tongues that magic spot, just under the mushroom cap, of my cock. Christ she’s a good cock sucker. She starts talking to me in short bursts, talking and then sucking, then talking… all the while still stroking me…

“We don’t..” She begins, then gets back on my cock. “Have a lot…mmmmmm… of time… mmmmm mmmmm… but I want… mmmmm… your cummmmmmm… on my face… mmmmm… and my tits… mmmmm…”

Vickie grabs her left tit and shakes it for me, tweaking the nipple and pulling on it.

God this is beautiful. But she’s not doing it quite right. Not for a quick one, anyway. She’s sucking me so perfectly, I could go for ten minutes. Oh who am I kidding. Maybe 3. But I want to cum now, so I take over and grab my cock and start flailing away at it. Vickie cups her breasts up to her chin, resting her head on them.

“Cum for me, brother… cum on me… shoot it all over me… cum for me please…”

Jesus, the visual of her pretty face right on her titflesh is too fucking much. I fire my cum salvos in rapid succession. Cheek, eye, mouth, tit, lips, other tit.

Vickie swallows what went in her mouth. Then she stands and pulls me close, then she turns towards the mirror.

“Look at that! Oh that’s so hot! That’s your cum on me!!!” Vickie proceeds to use her fingers to push the facial cumshots into her mouth and swallow them.

“Come on, I’ve got to shower. Help me out.” She turns on the water.

“Yeah, but I gotta take a leak first.”

“Don’t you always pee in the shower? I never hear the toilet flush in the morning.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“No buts. Come on in.”

Now, the shower isn’t anything cool or awesome. It’s just a kid’s bathroom shower-bath combination.

She gets in first, her back to the shower head. I step in, not a lot of room and I’m not getting much water, either.

“So?” She says.

“So ,what?”

“So pee!”

Uh, right, sure. Let me just say that I’m a bit of a ‘shy wizzer’. I don’t do so well in men’s bathrooms if their isn’t a separating wall. If it’s just rows of urinals, I’m in trouble…

“Come on, I’ve seen other shit come out of there…”

Ahhh… relax relax… I can do this… shut my eyes… a little trickle comes out… then the flood begins and I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. I open my eyes and I’m peeing on her leg.

“Oh shit, sorry”

“No it’s fine, arch it higher…” She grabs my cock and points it skyward. My stream arches up and hits her in the stomach.

Vickie bends her knees and leans forward a little bit.

I’m pissing on her tits. On her fucking tits.

I work the stream over both of them, hitting her nipples and just fascinated by the whole thing. Vickie rubs her tits with her hands in the middle of my pee-stream. To my dismay, I run out…

“Ok uh… now show me.” Vickie smirks as we change positions. She sits on the edge of the tub, in the shallow end. She rubs her pussy and lets it fly. And I mean fly.

She’s pissing like twice as hard as I do. It’s arcing up and hitting my knees. I step into the stream so that it hits my cock… she runs out after a few moments. Fascinating…

“Well… that was weird ” I say. She giggles.

We wash up. I get immensely hard again. She soaps him up… but doesn’t jerk him. I wash her tits for her. They are very dirty and need lots and lots of rubbing. She bends over so I can wash her cunt and ass from the back. Those, too, are also very dirty and must be washed extensively by me…

Then she rinses me off and asks me to get out. I do, a little bummed because I’m fully raging now. She hits the handle that turns off the shower head and diverts the water flow to the regular tub faucet so the water is now pouring out of there. Smiling at me, She lays down in the tub and scrunches her pelvis up to the flow, her legs crawling higher and higher up the wall. Finally, she stops when the flow is right on her cunt. Pulling her pussy lips open the water hits her full force on her whole pussy and, especially, her clitoris. I don’t have a stopwatch, but it could only have been 30 seconds or so before she cums. God she looks fabulous, cumming like she does.

I start to stroke, but water isn’t a good lubricant. I race to the counter to get some hand lotion and start to stroke.

“Don’t point that thing at me! I’m all clean!”

“Bitch!” I tease back at her.

Vickie just stands there, water dripping off her body… she sets her leg up on the edge of the tub, exposing some of her cunt.

Sighing, like she’s really put out, she says “Lick me if you have to.”

I get on my knees and lick her cunt while I’m stroking my cock.

Vickie’s so good. She’s drying her hair as if I’m not there.

I stop stroking and concentrate more on licking her goddamn steaming pussy.

“Are you done yet?” she asks.

Fine! You want teasing, sweetheart, here’s some teasing! I get up and haul her out of the shower. Spin her around, she grabs the counter so she doesn’t fall.

I ram my cock up her cunt straight and true.

We’re both looking in the mirror as I take her from behind. I’m fucking her like a wild animal. Her gorgeous tits are trembling and swaying from the abuse her cunt is taking.

I reach around and squeeze her tits hard. Fucking hard. She whimpers a bit.

“Kids!” yells Mom from out in the hall. “You’re gonna be late!”

“ooof… OK Mom! Just drying my hair now!”

She fumbles for and almost drops the blow dryer. I grab it and start to blow her hair, never breaking stride.

In a few moments, I give her the dryer as I feel my orgasm approaching. That’s such a lovely thing, when that approaches. When the cum starts coming. And then it arrives… yes… yes… fuck yes… fuck yeah…. take it all bitch… take it… take all my cum inside you… we stare at each other in the mirror…

I look at my watch. We’ve got like 12 minutes.

“Vick, you can rub one out in the car but we’ve gotta go NOW!”

– – –

We get to school, her hair still a bit damp and I forgot to shave. Whatever, it’s college, nobody really gives a crap.

I get to my first class. Psych 101. Mostly freshies like me, but there’s a few upper class folks in there. Everyone is standing around outside because the door is locked, the prof isn’t here yet.

One of the guys says “Whoa” in that way that guys do when they see a hot babe. I turn to look. It’s Vanessa of the large chest. Vanessa who I finger fucked 3 days ago. Vanessa who sucked my jizz down her throat, twice. Vanessa of whose tits and ass I spanked pretty fucking hard. Yeah, THAT Vanessa.

She’s got on a tight red sweater and some kind of capri pants, although it’s too chilly for those. Most of the girls here are in sweats or other dumpy clothes, Vanessa really stands out. She has this big smile on her face and heads right towards me. She does that kind of excitable thing chicks do when they see someone; run a little bit, squeal a little bit, puts her arms out and says “Davey” just a bit too loud.

She hugs me on full, her chest pressed up against. I have no choice but to drop my backpack and return the hug, good and firm. My right hand on her ass cheek… squeezing.

“You need to call me, my friend!” she says, lasciviously. “How was the rest of the weekend??” She kisses me full on the mouth. Not a peck, but a serious smooch of a couple seconds. She walks away as me and I think everyone else watches her hips do the hippy-hippy-shake. Fucking poetry in motion.

I sigh, pick up my backpack, and then I realize something; everyone is just staring at me. I know they are all thinking, ‘What was that? Why is she like that… with HIM?’ They all seem to want some kind of explanation.

“We uh… went… uh… out…” I didn’t want to say more than I should. Don’t want people to think Vanessa is easy. Although, I’m probably too late for that.

After class, this upper class dude, Tom, tells everyone that his frat is having a Halloween costume party this Saturday and that we all should come. Nobody can get in without a real costume, though. No T-shirt that says ‘This is my costume’. He then specifically looks at me and says, “Make sure you come by, dude. Bring your sister… and her friends…”

Hmmm. Cool to be invited to the only cool frat on campus, but I don’t really like the idea of bringing my sister, Vanessa, and Michele to the wolves, ya know?

– – –

The rest of the week goes by in a spermy blur; homework, hard-on, homework, hand-job, homework, hand lotion, lather, rinse, repeat.

Mom seems a little suspicious. She’s also not drinking, which sucks. Vickie and I don’t try anything other than a quick morning jerk. But, that’s every day and that’s fucking cool.

Called Vanessa that day she came by, Mom picked up the phone right in the middle of a fairly hot discussion but I got Vanessa to stop talking before Mom could hear anything. I think. I hope. Anyway, Vanessa wanted to congratulate me on the loss of my actual virginity. She also was very excited that there are no more rules concerning my behavior, I’m fair game. She promised to see me at the Halloween party, and said I just might, perhaps, enjoy her costume.

Today, Friday, sucked big time. Vickie had been skipping some classes on Friday so we could knock some sperms out of my cock, but she couldn’t skip today’s lecture.

I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with Michele. She is… the nicest, sweetest, and also the prettiest, sexiest girl, woman, babe, I’ve ever met. We had a special time in the library last week when she helped me with some cunnilingus questions I had. I actually fingered her in the library; it was fucking hot, I shit you not. But now I’m not sure what to do. She lives at home, has a job at nights… she is coming to the party, so I’ll see her then.

– – –

Saturday, I’m getting ready for the Halloween party by myself. Victoria and the girls are doing something together so I’m on my own. I’m doing an Indiana Jones thing. Had an old hat, have a leather jacket, using one of Mom’s old purses as my satchel from her 60’s hippie days. Vanessa had a whip that she let me borrow. Yeah, I know. She just has a whip. Put some of Mom’s eyeliner on my cheeks and chin and smeared it in to look like dart and voila, I’m Indiana Jones. But skinnier. And I don’t know shit about archaeology.

I’m just about to leave when Mom wants to talk for a minute. She started on the wine again this afternoon. One bottle is almost finished.

“Davey,” she starts. I hate that… ‘Davey’. The only grown-up Davey I know was from the Monkees and he was like 5-1. I want to be David or Dave but she never hears me when I say that.

“Son… do you have… ‘protection’?”

“Mom! Jeez! Don’t worry, I got it under control” Actually, I didn’t have any. Vickie told me that she and her friends were all on the pill so we were free and clear to ride bareback.

“Well, have you ever used one?”

I give her a glaring look…

“They can be tricky, you know. I don’t want you to get nervous and then not use one. A lot of girls are whores and will try and get pregnant.”

“Mom…”

“Davey, you’re a hot looking boy and I’m just looking out for you. You should practice first. That’s all I’m saying. And… I know… I mean… I know how they go on and stuff if you need any help I could…”

You’ve gotta be shitting me…

I respond very sharply. “Nope, got it. Thanks. Bye. Might stay overnight somewhere.” And I flee out of there. I mean… I know lots of guys think about that. But my mom, isn’t very nice. She isn’t nice looking, either. She doesn’t have an ounce of sex appeal. The thought of… doing anything with her turns my stomach…

– – –

Now, the cool thing about Halloween, is that it is some kind of license for chicks to get slutty. And I mean with a Capital ‘S’! And that is a nice thing. I wish we had Halloween every weekend.

I drop by Chad’s at his dorm room as it’s too early to go to the party. I bring a 12-pack (Vickie buys them for me) so they’re glad to see me. We spark up a rather scrawny little number, but it does the job. Chicks drop by for us to check out their outfits and such. Nurses seem to be the the dominating fashion this fall… Nasty nurses with fishnet stockings, vampire nurses with fishnet stockings, zombie nurses with torn fishnet stockings. I think maybe I should go into the fishnet stocking business… at least this time of year.

Of course, word has gotten around about Vanessa and her smooching me in the hallway. The men all want to know the story.

“No story, dudes!” They throw shit at me and hit me a little bit.

“No, really! She’s a friend of my sister’s and… well… she’s just trying to make me look good at school here…”

They aren’t buying it, much. Then they start talking about some other ‘Wendy’ chick who’s making the rounds through the guys and I’m quickly forgotten. Phew!

We finally make our way to the frat. It’s pretty much an open party. Five bucks and you’re in. Slutty chicks are free. It’s mobbed. And people keep coming in. The party is limited to the downstairs, gotta be a frat boy to get upstairs, I guess.

I’m partying pretty hard, dancing with random chicks, drinking beer, whooping it up… but no sign of my girls. This one chick comes up to me in a leopard or cheetah outfit, complete with some mask that covers her eyes. Of, course, she’s showing some nice cleavage, too. It’s nice to see a non-nurse chick! She wants to dance and we kind of dirty dance for a couple songs. It’s so loud we can’t talk, I don’t know who she is yet, but I’ve got a semi going and she knows it. We go outside, where she takes her mask off. It’s Jennifer, a girl in two of my classes, including my Psych class. She’s always seemed a bit plain, but tonight she looks very hot.

“So, David, are you free tonight?”

“Mmmm, not sure just yet… how about you?”

“I’m taken, by you. That chick on Monday? Outside the class? I want whatever it is you gave her.”

Man, nothing like having a hot chick kiss you at school to boost your rep.

“Sweetheart… I uh, I didn’t take her out to a nice dinner or anything.”

“I’m not hungry… for food…”

“We didn’t even go out for a movie…”

“I just want to be where you’re going to be.” With that, she pulls me close and starts kissing me and full-body grinding me. My cock springs to full-johnson mode. It does that when breasts are pressed up against me.

“You gave her that,” says Jennifer, meaning my cock.

“It was more than that… it ain’t kid’s stuff, sweetheart.”

I slap her on the ass, hard.

She gives a quick “Ooohh!!” and then a “Me-fucking-ow.” She’s a cat, get it? Meow? Well you had to be there, it was hot.

Suddenly, there’s lots of screaming and catcalls coming from inside. I think I hear some familiar voices after that.

We go in, Jennifer’s holding my hand. Sure enough, my ladies have arrived, and in full regalia.

Vanessa of the humongous chest is dressed in a devil’s outfit. Kind of this hot red, multi-layer flap thing that kind of looks like flames. She’s got an unbelievably low cut neckline, her breastesses are hardly contained. She’s got horns in her hair and a trident to complete the outfit.

Vickie is dressed as an angel, with basically an identical outfit but in all white. Pair of wings and foil halo round out the ensemble. And did I mention the low neckline? Cleavage, man, I loves me some cleavage. I was sucking on those very tits yesterday morning while I jacked off…

Finally, we have Michele. She’s dressed with the same outfit, only half is red and half is white. One horn on the red side, one wing and half a halo on the white side. Obviously, she’s half angel, half devil, or she can’t make up her mind which to be. Either way, her decolletage matches the other gals. Christ they are fucking hot.

They are going upstairs with a frat guy. Vick grabs me and says to Jennifer that I’ll be back soon. Jennifer is disappointed but smiles at me.

The big guy upstairs puts his hand on my chest, not letting me through. Victoria changes that quickly by announcing that the girls are going back downstairs. What do you know, I pass through! Breasts come in handy sometimes. Well, really, all the time.

The party up here is different. Lot more laid back, there’s room, people are hanging out. The frat boys are told who I am and they are actually half-decent. Somebody got me a beer and I started playing Beer Pong with a few of them. My team-mate is called Tiny as he is 6-4 and 300+ pounds of solid muscle. We win a couple games, even as I’m trying to keep an eye on the girls. They are hanging in this big rec room thing with me, but are sitting on couches and getting pretty comfy with the guys. I am really not liking this.

The guy who Vickie is sitting with stands up, extends his hand, and he and Vickie head down the hall, towards the back.

This is not happening. He is NOT going to take her and …

“Easy there, cowboy” says, Tiny. He puts a massive paw on my chest.

“That’s my sister and I’m not letting…”

“Hey man, it’s cool,” he asserts.

“This is NOT COOL,” I say as I try and push past him. It doesn’t work. Everyone is now watching this David vs Goliath action. I have a whip, but no sling.

He stops me again.

“You don’t want to do this.”

“Yes I do!” And I struggled to get past him, to no avail.

It probably looked like one of those cartoons where the big guy holds out his hand and stops the little guy who is swinging but can’t even land a punch.

I’m struggling with him and he’s not even trying yet.

“Dude, if you could take me, which you clearly can’t, there’s 39 brothers here who would take you down. Now chill and listen to me.”

He’s got a point, but I’m filled with rage. Impotent rage, the worst fucking kind. My cheeks are red and my blood is boiling, and there’s nothing I can do.

“I know it’s your sister. But you gotta understand… Vickie is like a goddess around here. Nobody here would do anything to hurt her. She’s not getting raped. I would never let anything bad happen to her.”

“Yeah but… that guy… I mean…”

“It’s ok bud, trust me. She’s here of her own free will. Sorry man.”

I look around, everyone’s staring. Everyone except Vanessa and some guy with his head in her cleavage. Fucker. I thought she was waiting for me…

“Well… Vanessa and Michele are like sisters to me too!” I think I’m sounding whiny, I’m trying to be all tough but it isn’t working. Fuck!

“They are also protected buddy. We… love them and would never hurt them.”

This all sounds like bullshit to me, but what can I do. I’m just standing there huffing and puffing, getting all red and looking stupid.

Tiny hands me an emtpy shot glass, then points to the wall.

I throw the shot glass, it explodes rather pleasantly and makes a nice little crashing noise.

I make a feint, like I’m going to try and get around him. He, of course, doesn’t flinch.

“If she’s harmed, in ANY WAY, you guys are FUCKED! Starting with YOU!” I know that under that rough exterior, Tiny definitely feels threatened by me. Maybe not.

Michele is looking at me with kind of sad eyes. Vanessa is occupied with tit-guy.

I storm down the stairs, half-blind with rage and anger.

Jennifer calls to me but I just keep going.

I’m just charging along the grass…

“David… wait a minute…” It’s Michele. I don’t want her to see me like this.

“David… stop… come on… DAVEY!”

I twirl around. I HATE ‘Davey’!

But she smiles at me and says “Got you to stop, didn’t I?… oh honey…”

She sees the tear streaks on my cheeks and hugs me.

“It’s ok baby” she says softly.

I relax a little, not trusting myself to speak just yet.

“You ok?”

I shrug.

“Look honey, Victoria has to live her life. And so does Vanessa, and so do I.”

“Yeah, I know. But I thought…”

“David, you love her. Of course you do. But Tiny was right. They won’t hurt her or us.”

“But still… it’s just… We…”

“David. Do you want to marry her? Are you actually ‘In love’ with her?”

“I don’t know… I don’t know anything…”

“You can’t have babies with her, you’ll get babies with nine heads!”

I smile at the movie reference. Nice job.

“David, Vickie loves you very much. But life is about collecting experiences. That’s one of the things we’re trying to get you to do. Experience all life has to offer. And, yes, it’s a tough lesson sometimes, but you also have to learn to distinguish love from lust. And, you have to be fair. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know… I’m sorry… I just thought she was going to get gang-raped or something and… I do love her… but not… romantically… but I also don’t want anyone else to…”

“I know, I know. Listen. What did you say to me in the library the other day. Remember?”

Hmmmm, the library, where I fingered her and made her cum… oh yeah. I remember the words that set her off.

“I said I was going to fuck my sister, then I was coming for you.”

“Right. Well? Where’ve you been?”

“Well, I wanted to. but I didn’t know what to do or how to go about it…”

“Well dumbshit, you can always try talking. You… uh… made me cum already. We kind of have a bit of a connection there, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, of course, but… I didn’t know what Vickie would do… and you’re… you’re very special… to me… and I didn’t want to mess things…” It seemed better that I stop talking.

I leaned in and kissed her gently. This was the best kiss I could muster. I just melted into her lips as she slightly opened her mouth. Her soft lips felt like… coming home. This is where I’m supposed to be. We kiss for a long time…

My dick, of course, woke up and pressed into her leg. I’m not trying to be un-romantic, but it just happens.

“Michele,” I whisper. “You’re an angel, for sure. But… I don’t know if I’m lusting after you or it’s actual love…”

“Well, come on David. Let’s go see about the lusting part.”

She took my arm and we walked over a couple house to the girls sorority house. She knew them all. The house mom winked at her and let her in. They have a guest room for parents. But tonight it’s ours.

“So David… how did the pussy-eating instructions I gave you work out?”

“Fantastic. But I should really work on it some more to make sure it wasn’t just a fluke, ya know?”

I turned off the lights. Moonbeams came in through the window, splaying on the bed and the floor.

“Michele… it’s not just lust… I really do lo-…”

“Shhhh” she cuts me off. “No conversation, except about sexy things.”

We kiss more. Breathing increases. Blood flow increases. Heart strings going zoom zoom.

“I love your Indiana outfit. Very dashing.”

“I love your hell’s angel outfit… I’m trying to figure if I should rip off the devil side or just pray for the angel side to fall off…”

She laughs and says “I’m feeling a bit devilish” so I just grab the lowest section of her front and just yank it down, freeing her fantastic breasts. I marvel at them in the glow of the moonlight.

“Um… are you just going to leave me standing here?” she asks.

“Shhhh…. just admiring… be patient…It’s not all about you…”

I drop to my knees, and move in. Gently, ever so gently, I caress her breasts with my hands as I plant my mouth on her left nipple. I can feel it harden in my mouth as my tongue sweeps over it. My hand tweaks her other nipple, hardening it also.

“Mmmmm David…”

Mmmm is fucking right. Little more pressure…. squeezing a little more… kneading her wonderful titflesh in my hands…

“I’ve wanted these, for so long…” I lick her other nipple, then draw it into my mouth to the point where I’m sucking as much of her as I can. Pulling back, my mouth makes a loud smacking sound as the suction breaks.

She laughs as I repeat the strong sucking.

I suck on a strong nipple, and rise up with it still in my mouth. She’s got beautiful Double-Ds. I support her tit with my hand, and present it to her.

“Care for a little bit?”

She eagerly extends her tongue, lapping at her own nipple. Our tongues swirl and dance over her lovely nipple. She wins the war by engulfing her nip completely in her mouth. Being a good loser, I just grab the other one and suck the hell out of it.

She stops and asks, “Why the hell are you still dressed? Where’s that big dick I saw a couple weeks ago?”

I shuck my shirt and drawers. But I leave the Indy hat on. I try to help her out of her dress, but I end up ripping the seam that joins the devil and the angel sides. Oh well…

She steps out of her dress… with no underwear on… she has a perfectly shaved pubic area.

“Do you like it this way?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Vickie helped me shave it before I came tonight. I guess it’s all the rage. All the good pornstars are doing it.”

“So uh… Vickie helped you shave, your pussy…”

“Yes, she’s very gentle… but firm… and speaking of firm…”

Michele places her hand gently on my cock on kisses my lips. Slowly, her fingers wrap around and she begins to stroke me. Fuck… her tits are in my chest, I can smell her pussy, and she’s stroking my cock…

“Whoa!” I say and pull away slightly.

“Too much?”

“Yeah, you need to get ugly or something, I don’t know how much I can take of you!!”

“Ok hon, lay down on the bed then… yes, on your back.” Damn, there goes my Indy hat.

Michele proceeded to climb over me on all fours, her breasts grazing my stomach and chest. She centers herself on me, reaches down to lift my cock up, and slowly, ever so slowly… lowers herself…

Baseball. How about them Cubs?

…my cock spreads her juicy lips slightly… she drops down a little lower so the entire head is inside…

Hot Dogs. Yeah, they have those at baseball games. Mustard. Ketchup.

…she takes her hand away and tells me to look… the moonlight is hitting us on the bed…

I can see half of my cock hass gone up into her pussy…

Apple pie. With ice cream. I’d like to put Ice cream on Michele’s tits and lick it off NO! Don’t blow it! Careful!

Michele settles lower… my aching cock is sliding up her beautiful pussy… I can’t call it a ‘cunt’, it’s too pretty… Michele now sits entirely on my cock.

“How about that?”

All i can muster is a “Jesus Christ” but it seems to suffice. She smiles.

“See, it’s nice for the girl because I can control everything… and I can do this” She squeezes her breasts for me… “And this” and she sucks each one for me.

Chevrolet. They make Camaros. They’re so much better than Japanese…

“And this…” she flexes her pussy muscles, strangulating my throbbing cock… “and this”… Michele rises up somewhat, and plops back down… her tits jiggling. Up and down, again…

“Michele… I can’t… I can’t… I’m going to…”

“David,” she whispers… “Please cum inside me… no worries, just cum, David…”

I reach for her and pull her down on me, she stretches out her legs and now lays on top of me completely, and completely impaled on my hard unit.

I grab her ass with both hands and thrust once, and there it fucking is… Holy Christ it’s the big one! My cock throbs and pulsates as my steaming cum jets into her pussy… pleasure-pulse-shoot… pulse-shoot… pulse-shoot…my mind is reeling with pleasure and cum feelings… her pussy is filled with our juices… pussy juices and semen juices… extremely glorious… I’m lost in another world…

I manage to say something like “You’re an Angel… no doubt… an angel…” Well, she thought it was sweet.

After a minute or so, the raging swell begins to subside, peace returns to the planet.

“Well,” says Michele. “Now that we got THAT out of the way! It’s time for you to go to work. Let me clean you up first, though.”

She rises up off me, but just hovers her pussy over my deflating cock. Ok… what for? Oh… sperm starts dripping out of her, onto my cock and balls… and thighs… and back on my cock… fuck there’s a lot of cum!

“Some of that is me,” whispers Michele.

Presently the drips stop. She smiles at me. “Time for some devilish behavior!”

Still looking at me, she crawls backwards over me, not touching me, and settles down between my legs. She squints a little, and evens looks a little mean, fuck yeah she’s a devil! She breaks the stare and looks at my cock area hungrily. She dives in face first.

Usually, Michele is rather dainty about things. But here, she just rubs her face all over my cock and balls, smearing our cummy mixture all over her face. She slurps it up into her mouth and makes a point of showing me that she’s swallowing my hot cum. She sucks my balls clean, sucks my taint area, and engulfs my not-so-flaccid-cock in her mouth to make sure she’s got it all.

Finally, she raises up and asks, “Did I get it all? You and I taste so good!”

I crook my finger for her to come closer. Her face near me, I lick by her ear, she did miss a spot.

“Ok David, new challenge. I know you licked your sister’s pussy with her laying down. Now try it this way.”

Just hearing her say things like ‘lick your sister’ and ‘pussy’ is very hot… She crawls up on me, and straddles my face with her pussy. The scent coming off her is extraordinary. I tilt my head back for a better position and stick out my tongue.

She settles her hot hole right on my face. She grinds on me a little. I realize that I need to watch my airspace down here, this could get tricky! I’m also thinking, she taught me how to do this nice and easy, but I think we’re past nice and easy right now…

I kiss and lick her entire pussy as best I can, trapped between her glorious thighs… Delicious sex flavors pour over my lips and tongue, she’s a fucking juicy woman, this Michele! I look up to see her fondling her own tits, stretching them and tweaking her nipples. She moans softly in the moonlight.

She adjusts her position downward a little so I can concentrate on her clit. MMmmm there it is… that stiff little fucker… I’ll show you who’s boss! I just naturally make some humming noises and she squirms when I do that. Ahhh… the resonance flows into her pussy, got it… remember that… and keep humming now as I lick and nibble and kiss and suck her clit. Mmmmm…. mmmmmm…

“David… David… do you… do you like… do you like eating my cunt?”

Jesus she said ‘cunt’. That’s like a magic word to me and I respond by aggressively lapping at her clit and squeezing her thighs tightly.

“What, you like it when I say cunt?”

“Mmmm-Hmmm!!” I manage to respond in the affirmative.

“Lick my cunt.. David…Ohhhhh… my cunt loves you…Mmmmm… God you’re so good… better than your sister…”

I don’t know exactly what happens next, but upon hearing that I just go ape-shit on her cunt like a fucking wild-man. Yes, her cunt. I know, it’s too pretty to be called a cunt. She started it. Licking and biting and sucking and tonguing in a frenzy… Michele yells “David” and trembles and shakes, barely maintaining her spot on my face.

“Yes god Yes!… Yes… Yes… Yes… oooooh shit Yes!!”

Cunt juices are literally flowing out of her into my throat. I greedily swallow and try to eat her up entirely. Her pussy walls are flexing on my lips and tongue as more juice pours down my throat. Acquired taste, my ass, this is fantastic!

Michele falls off me, still reeling from her orgasm and she lays giggling and laughing. I realize another thing that makes my cock rock-hard, eating pussy. And now, with my first anxious and excitable load already fired, I AM ready to go to work!

As she lays there, I just crawl up into her, spread her legs, and put my fucking cock right up her pussy. Instinctively, I know there’s no need for finesse or foreplay, what we need now is some good hard fucking.

My first thrust takes her by surprise. Excited, she nuzzles my face and licks my chin and cheeks as my cock piles into her. At first she’s still giggling… but that is soon replaced by her short-breath gaspings as my machine-drive cock pummels her pussy.

I’m an animal. No style, no thought for her welfare other than she needs more cock. Give her more cock. I pull out and give her more cock. Slam that shit in there and do it more.

Stroke “Ah!” Stroke “Ah!” Stroke “Ah!” Faster… more cock…

I go so fast I’m a fucking blur, her noisy gasps are replaced by one long moan.

I stop and rise up to take a look at her in the moonlight, and to catch my breath. Sweat drips off my chin onto her tits. Breathing hard, she pulls me down and licks the sweat from my face and whispers “Fuck me David… please keep fucking me…” I stay supported on my hands and fuck her like a crazy man. Her tits don’t know which way to go as they bounce and jiggle all over the fucking place.

“Will you…” manages Michele, between fuck strokes… “Aren’t you going to… like you did with Vanessa?”

She’s asking me why I don’t slap her tits. I say to myself Because I’m in fucking love with you and I don’t want to lose you… but what the fuck… I’m here to please you honey…

“You don’t… want… that…”

“please… David…”

“No… you’re… an… angel.” Hard to talk when fast-fucking…

With her right hand, she slaps her left tit. She has to use her left hand to steady the tit, and she smacks it again.

“Harder,” I say.

Slap!

“Harder,” this is fucking cool, got her slapping her own tits, which is nice because I’m about to fucking fall down…

Slap!

“That’s it… baby… again… more…”

Slap!… Slap!…

But you know, some things men are just better at. I lurch up a bit, leaning on my left side so I can raise my right.

SLAP! across both tits! But… nowhere near as hard as with Vanessa…

“OOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” And I feel her cunt clench my cock in a vice-grip. She’s cumming, and cumming hard. The extra juice in her cunt canal is nullified by the death grip she’s got on my dick.

But I press on. I keep fucking. SLAP! Fucking Michele. SLAP! Fucking the hottest girl in school. Fucking the hottest bitch on the planet.

Piledriving her cunt.

“stop…” she says weekly…

SLAP! “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” and she cums more.

I ask “Stop… slapping… or.. fucking…”

“I don’t… know… oooooooommmmmmmm… david… david…” she can’t speak more than a whisper…

Near exhaustion, I collapse on top of her, still fucking her but with somewhat less force. Our two sweaty bodies squirming against each other. I stop fucking for a moment and dive head first back into her pussy. I just needed a taste, ya know? I lapped her up for a few moments. then I grabbed both her legs and rolled her onto her stomach. Crawling up, I slide my cock between her ass cheeks. Thoughts of major buttfucking occur to me, but naw, I’m sure we’ll do that another day. I press my cock down, and find a fucking lava cunt furnace waiting for me. Ooooh… this feels different… I force my hands between her tits and the bed, I have to squeeze those lovelies… they mash into my hands with each stroke… her hard nipples digging little holes into my hands…

The different angle rubs me the right way… I cum in about ten strokes… I empty myself into her honeypot… I empty my soul into Michele… I empty my life into her…

I slump down… and eventually slide off… Michele goes and cleans my cock with her mouth. Even her expert mouthwork can’t do anything to me though, at this moment. She comes back up and snuggles me and kisses my neck and chest… my arms around her… whispering her name…

“Michele… I love you. No bullshit. And not like a sister, and not like MY sister! But I love you… so much…”

“I know.”

Huh? That’s it? You know? Jesus Christ what about all this?

But I say, instead, “Um, not really the answer I was looking for…”

“David. I love you, too. In that way, too. But it’s not our time.”

“It sure as hell is!”

“No listen please… It’s not the age difference, I don’t care about that. It’s our life difference. I’m going to New York next year and someday become the Art Gallery queen of the town! And you, you need to finish school, and find a job, and start your life and find yourself. After that, THEN let’s see where you and I stand. ok?”

“So… is this it?”

“Oh HELL no! But David, we can’t tie each other down right now. I can’t marry you now, you’d resent me forever because you haven’t fucked enough girls yet.”

“I can fuck you plenty, that’s enough for me…”

“Nooo. Be honest, aren’t there more girls you’d like to make love to? What about that girl who was hanging onto you at the party?”

“Well, she’s nothing compared to you…”

“Maybe she is and maybe she isn’t. Find out! The worst thing you can do is get stuck with a girl at this age. Look around! There’s 500 girls at this school. You should have fucked at least half of them by the time you finish here. Enjoy life! Get some experiences! Find a black chick! Nail some European girls… a French girl with hairy armpits…”

“Yuk!”

“Swedish babes are nice. And asian chicks, some of them are beautiful! You need to sow your wild oats, well, sow them into a condom, and after you’re done, we’ll see about you and me.”

“You’ll let me fuck a black chick?”

“Yeah, you can fuck two if you want!”

“Uh…. do you know any?”

Punch in my arm!

“Gotta work on your post-coital talk, baby.”

“Post-what-al?”

“Don’t ask chicks you just fucked to hook you up with someone else.”

“Well, you started it!”

I sighed heavily… and continued on.

“Michele… I do love you. But I see what you’re saying and it makes sense. It will take some getting used to, though. But I get it. You know, you’re like Yoda, you are very wise.”

“Ok another tip. Don’t tell girls you just fucked they look like an 800 year old green dwarf!”

“Just… it will be hard for me to see you with… another guy… don’t get mad at me for too long when I lose my cool.”

“Don’t make me take these babies away from you!” she said as she held a tit up for me.

I immediately sucked it, loving her more for the wisdom, her thoughtfulness, her strength…

“Just don’t go marrying anyone until I’ve had a proper chance.”

“Deal!”

“I’m thirsty…”

“Me too…”

We dress, but her outfit doesn’t stay together, she has to hold on to it as we walk towards the door. Opening the door, I realize this room is right off the lobby of the sorority house. The lobby that has several couches and tables. The lobby that has probably 10-15 girls in it, including Jennifer from before… who all heard every bit of the enormous fucking I just gave Michele…

One girl claps, two, more, soon they all hoot and holler at us. Michele blushes.

I tip my hat to the ladies. I thought it was a cool move.

“Got a drink for some thirsty people?” I ask.

We are ushered in to the kitchen for some beers and some snacks. Michele introduces me around. Nice.

– – –

After an hour or so, we decide to head back to our town.

“We girls were supposed to meet back at Vanessa’s and spend the night,” Michele informs me. “But… I don’t know where they are now, of course. I was… uh… getting fucked by some wild kid.”

“Watch your language, woman! And keep your tits covered! My god, people will think you’re a cocksucker or something!” We were teasing. You shoulda known that.

So we head back to Vanessa’s house. We spy Vickie’s POS Nissan out front. She took that to the party, says Michele, so they are obviously back now. With Michele’s current state of clothing malfunction, and the fact that I’m a guy with a hard cock (well, not at the moment, the fucker was actually kind of worn out), we decide to sneak around the back to Vanessa’s window. No curtains, we can see right in.

Vickie and Vanessa are sucking each other’s cunts in a 69.

Ok, not really. But it sounds cool. They were just sitting on her bed sipping something out of coffee mugs. Bailey’s and tea, it turned out to be. I get the bright idea of dragging a lounge chair over to the window so I can stand on it. I drop trou, of course, and dangle my dick in the window. Michele giggles and taps on the glass. The girls inside look up, and squeal with glee as they see a decent-sized but sleepy cock in the window. Michele takes it in hand and wraps her lips around the end of it. Vanessa came up to the window, took off her top, and mashed her gigantic tits against the glass by us.

I slipped and made some noise and Michele was giggling as she tried to keep my cock in her mouth. Whoops.

The patio door slides open as the porch light flicks on. It’s the Mom. Mrs. Aramendia. Mrs. ‘A’. Mrs. A with the unbelievably large tits. Mrs. A with an angry face, too.

Michele releases my cock from her mouth. It slips out, glistening a little in the porch light. I probably should have put him away, but I was feeling pretty fucking great at this point. So I stood there on the lounge chair with my pants around my ankles and my dick hanging low.

“Hello Mrs. A,” I say without stammering. I hold her stare.

She looks at me, at Michele, at her daughter with her tits grinding on the glass because Vanessa hasn’t seen this yet, and back at me. She wants to cross her arms, but she can’t do that with her tits. So she crosses them under her tits, cradling them. She wants to look mean but she looks pretty fucking cute right now…

“I could have you arrested, you know…”

“Missus Ayyyy,” I say, exaggerating the ‘A’. I step down off the chair, and fall down because my pants are on my ankles. I am the epitome of the smooth move, I tell you what!

Mrs. A and Michele try to help me up. I end up kicking off my pants entirely so that now I’m just standing there in my Leather jacket, shirt, and Indy hat. Michele has forgotten about her own ripped dress and stands there with one boob hanging out entirely in the cool night air.

“You… goddamnit what is this…” Mrs A is not happy. Definitely not happy. Still cute, but not happy.

“Can I talk to you alone, over here?” And I take Mrs A to the other side of the porch. We talk for a couple minutes.

She gives me a hug, pats my bare ass, and goes inside into the kitchen.

I pick up my pants, grab Michele’s hand, and we walk in and go back to Vanessa’s room.

“Ok,” says Vickie, my sister, remember her? She started all this sex shit…

“What the fuck did you just say?”

I just smiled and said, “That’s between me and Mrs.A.” Meanwhile, Vanessa is still standing by the window without any shirt on. Her enormous boobs hanging down, her nipples engorged.

Vanessa is pissed. The Aramendia women get pissed easily, apparently.

“Ok wait a minute. I couldn’t fuck you last week, right? And I was good, right? I honored the sisterhood code… and now, you’ve fucked your sister… and you obviously fucked this tramp, no offense.”

“None taken, bitch,” said Michele, teasing again.

“And I’m left out in the fucking cold with nobody fucking me!”

She plopped down on the bed, head in her hands, and she actually was crying!

I had an internal talk with my cock. We decided we would give it the old college try.

The girls tried to console her for a moment. I knew she was just a drama queen, and wanted some attention. I will give her some attention. Shall we play a game?

I went over to my pile of crap and unhooked the coiled whip that Vanessa loaned me earlier for my costume.

I stood in front of her.

“Stand up.” I said quietly. Sob… lurch… sob… Vickie glared at me, like ‘don’t be an asshole, now’s not the time.”

“Vanessa,” I said, louder and in a menacing tone. “Stand up. Now!”

I grabbed a handful of her unruly black hair and pulled upwards.

“OWWWWW!!” she shrieked. But she stood up.

“Grab her arms,” I instructed Vick and Michele. “Hold her.”

They stood by her side, each holding an arm.

I took off my jacket and shirt. Left the hat on though. Gotta keep the hat on. Costumes make it easier to stay in character, I discovered.

“This whip… you know that cracking sound it can make? You know what that is?”

Silence.

“I said, do you know what that is?” I wasn’t yelling, I was talking in low tones. Evenly, not excited.

“…no…”

I slapped her tits, hard.

“No, what?”

“No…. sir?”

“Very good.” I held the end of the whip up to her face. “That crack of the whip sound is the end of this whip traveling faster than the speed of sound That’s about 760 miles an hour, give or take. It’s making a sonic boom. That’s the sound you hear. You didn’t know that did you.”

“…no…”

SLAP!

“…no, sir…”

SLAP!

“Speak up, missy.”

“No, Sir!” she hollered.

SLAP!

“Not so defiant, if you please.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better. Now, Vickie, Michele, please render some first aid to little missy here.”

They looked at me with quizzical faces.

“Use your tongues and mouths, render first aid, now!”

They looked at each other for a moment, then shrugged their shoulders, and bent down to Vanessa’s chest. Vickie greedily sucked on Vanessa’s right boob while Michele gently licked and kissed her left. I looked out the window while they were all occupied.

I could see the dim glow of a cigarette in the backyard. It went up a foot or so, glowed brighter, then dimmed again. Missus Aramendia, you dirty, dirty girl… Michele was right. I am WAY too young to get tied down at this point in my life.

Ok now… think… what the fuck else haven’t we done. My best friend Mr. Johnson seems very excited about the whole thing. Come on, let’s keep this going…

“Alright alright, they aren’t broken.” Vickie and Michele released Vanessa’s tits and stood up, still holding Vanessa’s arms.

I brushed the coiled up whip against her tits… back and forth… dragging the rough leather against her soft and tender skin.

“You don’t like this whip, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

Whack! I brought the coiled whip across her chest.

“Don’t. Lie. To. Me.”

“No, Sir.”

Whack!

“I mean, Yes, sir?”

Whack!

“Which is it, missy?”

“I won’t lie, Sir”

Whack!

“Sorry, that was undeserved. Nurses… why are you two still dressed? Fix the situation and render more first aid.”

Vickie and Michele quickly undressed, they were into this now. Vanessa was trying not to smile as both her huge fucking jugs got sucked by two pretty girls. I’ve never seen anything like this. Holy fucking shit, keep it together man…

“Are you… Are you smiling at me?”

“No, sir!” But she was.

I pulled her hair and yanked her head back.

“Not so funny now, is it, missy?”

And I slapped down, hard on each tit.

“No, Sir.. no…” and the smiling stopped.

“Nurses?”

“Yes sir!” they replied in unison, saluting. I almost broke character as that struck me as very funny.

“Nurses, I need a status check on the cunt situation.”

They yanked down her sweatpants exposing her enormously hairy black bush. They threw the sweatpants off to the side.

“It’s very hairy, sir.” reported Nurse Vickie.

“I can SEE that, thank you. Nurse Michele, will you please inspect the cunt and report back to me.”

“Aye, Aye, cap’n.” Christ we went from Indiana Jones to the US Navy. whatever.

Michele tapped on Vanessa’s legs, getting her to spread them while still standing up. She reached in roughly and… well I couldn’t see what she did because of all the damn hair.

Michele stood up and saluted. We are, apparently, very formal in this man’s navy.

“It’s wetter than shit, sir.”

“Thank you, nurse. Prepare the truth-probe.” I pointed at my dick. “Aye, Aye, cap’n.”

Nurse Michele, the love of my life, made sure the truth-probe was fully hard, fully ready, fully lubricated.

“Nurse Vickie, Tie the subject up with the whip. I want her pussy right her at the edge of the bed.”

It didn’t go quite as smoothly as planned. It took all three of us to figure out the whip and how to tie up Vanessa so she could be towards the end of the bed and still tied to the bed post. But we finally did it.

“Nurses. We’ve had our difficulties… I’m afraid the truth-probe must be inspected again.” My sister and my sweetheart descend on my 3/4 staff cock. It had lost some of it’s enthusiasm. Vickie engulfed my cock while Michele worked her way amongst my balls. They traded off who went down my shaft, back and forth… then they got on each side of my cock and simultaneously slid their lips up and down… fucking awesome…

“Hey!” shouted Vanessa, the poor tied up victim. “I think I can get loose!”

She was just kidding, she was feeling left out.

“Nurses!” More salutes. “Grab a leg. Prepare the victim… er… patient.”

Vickie and Michele pulled Vanessa’s legs open, revealing her cunt lips, barely visible through the black forest of pubic hair.

“Spread please, and guidance.”

The girls pulled her lips apart. Michele grabbed my cock and helped me aim as I moved forward.

My cock settled right on the outside of her pussy.

“Drumroll, please.”

Vick and Michele had Vanessa’s legs up on their chests, they took their free hands and patted Vanessa giant tits…

“Fire!” I shouted and thrust my cock forward, slamming into her super-slick cunt. Jesus, she’s tight! I wasn’t expecting her to be this fucking tight. Her blazing cunt felt so good… I began the slow-pullback to almost out, pause… and Slam! forward method of fucking. One of my favorites and the chicks seem to dig it.

“Render first aid as necessary, Nurses.”

They each grabbed one of Vanessa’s tits and began sucking them. While their heads were down, I checked the window again. Mostly all I could see was our reflections in the glass, but I could also see the faint glow of Mrs. A’s cigarette. I waved. The embers moved back and forth. Slutty bitch likes the fuck-show, I thought.

Vanessa is just mewling with pleasure… “Are you liking this, sweetheart?”

“Oh, fuck yes…yes…”

“Nurses, we have a problem. I can’t tell if she’s lying or not. The truth probe is dirty…”

I pulled out my dick. Vickie was the first to pounce on my cunt-dripping cock. Michele fought her for it, though, and gulped me all the way down. They both got a good mouthful of Vanessa’s juices.

“Nurses. Your nipples look dry. Please wet them.” And I pointed to Vanessa’s oozing pussy. Michele grabbed her own tits and pressed each hard nipple one-at-a-time into Vanessa’s secretions. I crooked my finger, indicating to come here. I bent down and sucked her luscious tits clean while Vickie dipped her tits into the cunt juice. I started fucking Vanessa again as I sucked my sister’s tits. Her tits with cunt juice on them. Fuckin’ A!

I slam-fucked Vanessa for a few minutes while the girls played with her tits, kneading them, pulling them, sucking them… what a fucking sight.

“Nurses, inspect and prepare the patient for anal insertion.”

I withdrew as they rubbed Vanessa’s asshole. They each stuck fingers up her butt, taking her cunt juice and spreading it around inside her.

“Report!”

“It’s also very hairy, sir!” Vickie, such a clown…

“Thank you, Nurse. Commence salivation procedures.”

They took turns drooling their spit onto Vanessa’s puckered rosebud and then slobbered all over my cock. Michele spat several times on my dick and Vickie worked it all around. I was as slick as I was going to get.

I moved back between Vanessa’s legs and placed my cock head against her tight asshole.

I pressed forward.

Reluctantly, her ass opened up… small movements back and forth… Vickie licked up some cunt juice and spit it on my cock… I pressed forward more… ahhh… the head is inside… the ass is different than the pussy, I discover. Very tight right here, but then a little roomy also once you get in. Then into more tightness. Not just continuously tight like a pussy…

Vanessa is grimacing and death-gripping the sheets. Michele whispers in her ear… and licks and kisses her neck as I sink my shaft completely up her asshole. Vanessa’s legs are up my chest and her feet are past my head. She can’t be any more exposed or vulnerable…

I start the ram-fucking again while Vickie rubs Vanessa’s cunt and Michele kisses her mouth. Vanessa can’t maintain… she begins a low moan… then starts panting with each full cock-stroke.

“ah, ah, ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, AH, AH, AH, Yes, Yes, Yes, Shit, Yes, Yes, Fuck, Fuck,” and she continues gasping and shrieking as my cock piledrives her ass non-stop.

I pull out to take a moment’s rest. “Nurses, doggie, please.”

They roll Vanessa over and get her up on her knees and elbows, her ass sticking up provacatively in the air. I climb on the bed and without any hesitation I slide my cock into her cunt. Jesus it feels nice and slick in here… I fuck her for a few moments, pull out, and return to her asshole.

“AAAAGGHHHH!” Vanessa shrieks as I practically tear her a new one. Her hanging tits make perfect targets, and I slap them both while she pants and gasps as the pleasure/pain feelings course through her body.

“Who’s pussy needs a licking?” I ask my nurses. Vickie raises her hand.

“Well, get up there and stick her face in it.”

Vickie works her pelvis under Vanessa’s head so that now I’m butt-fucking Vanessa while she is face deep in Vickie’s cunt.

I motion for Michel to come over, we kiss for a few moments, and we whisper softly so they can’t here…

“Hey sweetheart, you okay?” I ask.

“Yes baby, you’re doing great. She’s really liking this.”

“I’m glad. I’m about out of ideas.”

Mind you, I’m still fucking our friend’s asshole…

“Tittyfuck to the face?”

“My god you’re a genius! Any baby oil or anything around?”

Michele goes and finds some in the bathroom.

Vanessa, meanwhile, is a rag doll. Her face is in Vickie’s cunt but she can’t really pull herself together enough to make coherent licks… she just lays there as Vick’s pussy lips batter her cheek…

I reach around and grab Vanessa’ big hairy cunt. She stiffens at the clutching of her clitoris. I go hyper drive on her ass and shake her cunt with my hand.

Vanessa tightens up… arches her back… and screams to God as her orgasm attacks her entire body. You can almost see the pleasure waves emanating from her pussy and shooting through her body. I don’t stop and keep fucking her ass and twisting her cunt in my hand. She appears to be having a continuous orgasm… my cock feels the throbbing of her cunt through her asshole wall… I an feel myself getting very close now…

I jump out and shove Vanessa onto her back. Michele pours baby oil all over Vanessa’s big tits as I position my cock between them.

Titfucking tits this big and soft… you have to push them together hard, ya know? and my fucking cock doesn’t even come out the top of her cleavage because she’s so big. Vickie gets up and helps hold the big tits as I fuck the shit out of them.

My orgasm builds. I didn’t think I had much left after fucking the love of my life twice earlier. But, then again, an 18-year-old cock can do a lot of things!

As it reaches me, I grab my cock with my hand and give it the final strokes it needs… BOOOOOM!

Spurt! on her tits… Spurt on her face… Spurt on Vickie’s face… Spurt more on Vanessa’s tits… I can feel the strength drain from me with each cum… a couple more smaller ones…

I barely manage to stay atop Vanessa as the feeding frenzy begins. Michele has dived headlong into Vanessa’s tits and is lapping up the cum like a thirsty cat. Vickie and Vanessa are cumswapping their loads from their faces into each other’s mouths…

I push the girls out of the way so I can collapse on the bed. In just a couple moments, I’m attacked by Vanessa as she tells me ‘thank you’ and over. She squeezes me so tight I think I may get a damaged neck from her embrace. She kisses me and humps my leg a little and gets teary-eyed.

“I love you David! And you, Michele! And you Vickie, of course you! I just love you all so much!” She kisses the girls too, but comes back to me and nuzzles me and tries to crawl inside me or something… I can’t seem to hug her back enough. Michele and I make eye contact, we both make funny faces like “Wow, she’s a bit over zealous!” but Vanessa is enjoying herself and that’s great. She goes down and cleans my cock of all juices and cum and asshole sauce, then comes back to me for more kissing and nuzzling.

Eventually, I announce my bathroom needs. So do the other girls.

“Oh! Didn’t you pee on Vickie’s tits?”

“Yeah… in the shower…”

“Well I have to do that too. You can’t leave me out of things!”

It’s a little bit… sad, really. She can’t be left out of anything. And she can’t let others enjoy their thing without apparently being a little jealous about it.

But whatever. Girl wants me to pee on her tits. Ok.

Vanessa runs into the shower stall. They have a built-in seat as part of the wall. “I’m ready!” she announces.

I guess I’m doing this. It’s okay, I’m not so shy anymore. I partly close my eyes… and let loose the stream. I walk it up to her tits. Vanessa holds them out and the pee splashes off them. She rubs the warm liquid all into her skin…

“Thank you! Next!”

The girls look at each other. Michele shakes her head, no. Vickie reluctantly agrees after Vanessa put on her best baby eyes.

“Kneel.” commands Vickie.

Vanessa rises off the seat and kneels down in front of Vickie. Vickie spreads her lips and rubs her pussy for a few moments, then lets loose an enormous blast onto Vanessa’s chest. Some of the spray hits Vanessa in the face, but she only squeals with laughter. When she’s done, Vickie grabs Vanessa by the hair and pulls Vanessa’s face into her cunt. Her still pee-dripping cunt. Vanessa slops and laps at her pussy like a dehydrated dog. They both slump to the floor with Vickie headlocking Vanessa so she can’t really move.

Michele whispers “I still have to pee!!”

I point to the girls and say “Do it!”

She shrugs her shoulders, steps over the girls and pees on Vanessa as she’s lying down and she pees on Vickie’s back, too.

It only excites them further and Vickie is going to cum in a few moments. Trust me, a brother knows…

Michele and I watch as Vickie’s cunt just dominates Vanessa’s face.

I whisper to Michele, “I’m going to marry you… in 5 years…”

“I don’t know,” says Michele. “You’re a bit of a perve…”

– – –

It’s now about two in the morning, and exhaustion sets in. I mean, I have done some real good, hard fucking in the last few hours and I’m done. We all try and get on the king sized-bed, but it just won’t hold four people comfortably. Michele opts to sleep on the love-seat in Vanessa’s room. I try and protest but she insists it’s fine, and Vanessa won’t let go of me anyway.

I end up spooning Vanessa, while my sister spoons me.

We drift off to sleep…

I’m awakened by a hot sensation between my legs. It’s daylight outside and I have a hard-on, of course. Lifting the sheets I see Vanessa sucking my cock. Insatiable, this woman is.

Michele is getting her things together, but she comes over and kisses me softly. She appears concerned about morning breath. She’s too sweet! She dangles a boob in my face for me to lick… I oblige.

“I gotta go,” she whispers.

I make a sad face, and I just mouth the words “I love you” and point to her.

She nods her head and mouths back “Me, too,” as she heads out the door.

Vickie is still passed out.

Vanessa climbs up onto me and positions herself on my cock, wriggling around on my hard unit, it slips up into her hairy cunt. She leans forward, her hands by my head as she just slides back and forth on my pelvis, my cock way up inside her puss.

Of course, her massive tits are swinging against my chest. I watch for a few moments, but can’t resist and grab them and squeeze them. She leans forward so I can suck them. Damn, she has the biggest and hardest nipples on record.

Vanessa’s bedroom door opens, I figure Michele has forgotten something.

But Mrs. A walks into the room. As I’m fucking her daughter and sucking her daughter’s tits. Vanessa, trying to be rebellious or something, doesn’t even cover up. In fact she sits up straight on my cock and arches her back slightly, extending her tits.

“Good morning, David… girls…” says Mrs. A. Vickie stirs and tries to open her eyes.

“Good morning, Mrs. A,” I respond. What the hell else am I supposed to do?

“Hi Mom!” says Vanessa, beaming brightly at her mother. She rises up slightly and comes back down, she’s fucking me again. And talking to her mom.

“Dear,” says Mrs. A. “Your dad is bringing your brother in about 20 minutes. You two…” she indicates me and my sister… “need to be gone…”

“Ok, Mom.”

Vanessa goes back to her hands postion and starts fucking me hard and fast.

“Um… Vickie… can you… get our stuff… together…” I manage, as I’m getting jumped on by this tigress.

“Come on, David! Cum… I’ve got to clean my room…”

“Oh,” says Mrs. A. “I’ll help you… just finish up now…”

She stands there on the side of the bed while her daughter fucks my raging cock. But I’m just lying there, stunned.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, David.” Mrs. A seems put out. “Suck her boobs or something so you can go.”

Mrs. A reaches down and grabs her daughter’s left tit, and pushes it towards my mouth. I suck, hard, suck more, all the while staring into Mrs. A’s eyes.

“Come on Vanessa, Fuck him more!” she cries out. “Fuck his cock! Oh I could have finished him by now with my little finger…”

“Mom!”

Mrs. A slaps her daughters ample ass. “Faster… faster…”

Vickie, my sister, had gotten up to get our clothes, but she sank back down on the love seat and masturbated furiously, watching us.

Mrs. A keeps spanking Vanessa’s ass. I reach for Mrs. A but can only graze her butt cheek a little bit as she’s just out of easy reach.

I can’t take it anymore, Vickie’s over there repeating “fuck… fuck…” over and over. Mrs. A still has one hand on her daughter’s boob and slapping her ass with the other. My cock is being assaulted by Vanessa’s tight pussy…

I throw my head back and SPLOOOSH! into her pussy. Sploosh, more… and more… Vanessa cums, too… her cunt contracting on my cock in waves of pleasure.

“Hurry up!” Mrs. A pushes Vanessa off. She stares at my cum-covered cock.

Vanessa is rather pissy… I sense that this is not a good time to shove my wet cock in Mrs. A’s face.

Vickie and I hurriedly dress and skeet out of there.

On the 10 minute drive home, Vickie and I rehash the previous events…

“So…” she says… “How was your night?” We both laugh. “You and Michele seem to be getting along famously… should I be jealous?”

“Yes, you should. How about that Mrs. A, huh?” I ask.

“Yeah, there is something seriously going on between those two. I don’t know what it is, doesn’t seem good, though.”

“Lots of anger and resentment… jealousy maybe?” I ponder.

“Could be… what did you say to her last night?”

“She was pissed, threatened to call the cops. I told her to watch from outside, something interesting will probably happen. Sure enough, interesting things DID happen!”

“No, you didn’t! Did she see? Was she out there?”

“I could see a cigarette ember in the glass. So, yeah, she watched everything.”

“Holy shit…” Vickie was speechless. That doesn’t happen often.

“So, dear sister, what happened to you at the party?”

“Well… first I heard about how you stuck up for my honor. That is so sweet, David..”

“It wasn’t your honor, I was pissed that a guy was touching you…”

“Oh…”

Awkward silence.

“David,” she began, but I cut her off.

“Vickie… I love you. Really and Truly. But I also see that… what we have is special…”

“Yes David, it is. Very special to me.”

“Right. And I want to keep doing what we’re doing. But both of us will have… others… and I need to try and somehow come to grips with that.”

“I know what you mean. I do. It wasn’t easy for me to see you fucking the shit of Vanessa at first. Twice. But at the same time, it was great fun and she was having a blast.”

“Yeah… Oh! Tomorrow. I’m going to be staying home sick. Mrs. A and I have an appointment.”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah, I told her to watch, you know, and if she was interested I could come back by myself on Monday. Just now, she winked and nodded to me. I’m taking that as a sign that she’s interested.”

“Holy shit… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea now, David… I mean, her and Vanessa… that seems explosive, ya know?”

“Yeah I was thinking that, too… but you avoided my earlier question, what did you do at the frat house?”

“You really want to know? I don’t think you’ll like it so much…”

“Go ahead. You can try and make me feel better later.”

“I will anyways, dummy! Okay, so that guy I went with, Christian, we uh… we fucked…”

“Ouch, my heart!” I cried out but also laughed a little.

“And in the middle of it, Tiny came in.”

“That fucker, I will kill him!” Then I made a face to show I wasn’t being serious. “Continue…”

“Well… he’s always had a thing for me. He’s really nice…he has a heart of gold…”

“Tiny?”

“Yeah. So Christian is fucking me and Tiny is watching, stroking himself. I tell Christian to cum on my face. He does, followed by Tiny…”

“So, two guys came on your face…”

“Yep…”

“And?”

“And… it was AWESOME!”

“I bet it was… hey WAIT a minute! I kissed you last night!”

“Yes you did. You must be a fag or something because their cum was still on me somewhere…”

I punched her arm, kinda hard.

“Ow! Asshole!”

“Bitch!” We made it home without further incident.

Mom was a little pissy with us when we got home. Giving us chores to do, telling us how lucky we are to have a mom like her, all the things she does for us, etc. We felt kinda bad and jumped at all the work and didn’t give her any lip. She wanted a pity party but we gave her no more ammo. She seemed somewhat placated.

Later that night, as my sister and I were fucking, we talked more about Mrs. A.

“I still don’t think you should… oooh… go…”

“You’re just a jealous bitch who wants all my cum,” I replied.

“That’s… ungh… true… (pant pant pant) but… I still think… (pant pant pant) it will cause trouble.”

“Trouble is my… stop clenching or I’ll cum right now.. middle… name…”

“How was… (panting) did you like… fucking Vanessa’s ass?”

“I liked it… (panting)… was cool… next time… (panting)… you and me… your ass…”

“I want you (panting) to do that…”

“I said…(panting) stop clenching… oh, are you there now?… oh shit… oh shit… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

“mmmmmmmmm… David… yesssssssss… holy shit…”

– – –

“Yeah, Mom. Kind of a migraine, I guess.”

“Well, I’ll come home for lunch and make you something nice…”

“Mom.. I’m not hungry…”

“We’ll see. Take care, sweetie… love you!”

Huh? Mom never says “Love you”. She has never been demonstrative like that. Whatever. Now my day with Mrs. A has a time limit on it. Fuck.

I wait about 15 minutes after Mom and Vickie leave. Vick was pretending to be mad at me because we had no playtime this morning. I told her I was saving it for Mrs. A. She told me she was going to blow 5 guys in the bathroom today. She may not be kidding. You never know… Vanessa comes by and picks up Vickie and they go to classes.

I saunter up to Mrs. A’s door, feeling pretty cool.

She answers the door wearing a woman’s business suit. I thought she was calling in sick today.

“What do you want?” she asks sharply. “I’m running late.”

“Mrs. A… I told you I was coming over today…”

“I don’t want you seeing my daughter any more. You’re a sick pervert. I saw what you did and it almost made me sick. Slapping my daughter around, you should be in jail somewhere…”

What the fuck is she talking about? She loved it, I know she did! She came and helped her daughter fuck me the next morning! There’s no way… Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Realization hit me. Deep down, she wants to be a slut, but her thinking brain won’t allow her to cross the line. But if someone drags her over the line, then it isn’t her fault…

“… furthermore, your sister is a total slut and I’m going to tell your mom that you two were naked and probably fucking…”

“Mrs. A…” I say quietly.

“… and she will probably throw you out of the house…”

“Mrs A!” I say rather sternly. That gets her to stop.

“Do you have any orange juice?”

“What? Uh… yeah… I’ll get some…” Moms need to be good hosts…

I put my foot in the door and follow her to the kitchen.

“What do you want?” she asks quietly.

“Glass of orange juice, please.” She gets a glass, finds the carton, fills it very full. She hands it to me.

“Thank you, Mrs. A.” I take a good couple swallows. I had no breakfast and I’m going to need my strength.

“Mmm-hmmm. Nice and cold. No pulp.”

She looks at me like, what the fuck?

“I’m going to be late…”

Holding the glass tight, I throw the orange juice in her face. She screams loudly as the cold juice hits her hair, her blazer, her blouse, and drips off her nose and chin.

Standing there with an incredulous look, Mrs. A can only manage to blurt out “What the… are you serious… why did…”

“Awww, you got all messed up! I guess you’re going to be real late this morning, Mrs. A…”

Vickie and I talked quite a bit about this last night, how to handle Mrs. A if she’s confrontational. We thought that with her tough attitude, we would have to fight fire with fire. So I brought lots of fire with me. Vickie is… amazing. I need to remember not to piss her off as she comes up with some diabolical plans!

I stepped up to her and yanked her blouse apart, sending buttons flying. Her black bra barely contained her enormous tits. Then I yanked down her blazer behind her so that it was wadded up around her wrists. I kicked a chair away from the kitchen table, and roughly pushed her face down onto the table so she’s bent over the table with her high heels still on the ground.

I yank up on her blazer, now her arms are pinned uncomfortably behind her back.

Her luscious ass is so inviting…

“What are you doing?”

“Mrs. A…”

“No, what are you doing?”

Spank! on the left ass cheek

“Hey!! No!!”

Spank! on the right cheek

“Owww! that hurts”

Spank! on the right again

“David!… David!”

Spank! on the right again

“Mrs. A!”

Spank! on both cheeks. Spank Spank Spank!

“Owww! What!!!?”

“Mrs. A… next time I come to see you…”

Spank! right on her butthole.

“Oww… yes?”

“You will not be wearing work clothes…”

Spank! on her asshole again.

“Unnngh.. okay…”

“And you will not…”

Spank!

“AAaaHH! not what!!”

“Not give me any attitude!”

Spank! Spank Spank! Spank! Spank!

My hand is fucking hot. it stings a bit. I can only imagine how her ass feels right now.

“David… I’m sorry…(little sob)… I won’t… I didn’t want you to think (sniff) that I was easy like my slut daughter… (sniff)… who is very easy…”

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry it had to come to this. I hope you learned your lesson.”

“I have, David, I have…”

She squirms, trying to look back at me.

“Good. Well I’m going to school now…”

“What!!” she screams. “No! David! You can’t!”

She tries to get up, but I force her back down on the table and spank her some more.

Spank spank spank spank SPANK!

“Are you telling me what to do, Mrs. A?”

“Well, I didn’t mean to I was just…”

SPANK!

“Damn right you didn’t mean to.”

Spank!

She’s quivering now, afraid to speak.

“If you would like something, you may ask me nicely. I will consider your request with care.”

She stops her sobbing after a little while.

“David… please, sir… Would you please…”

I gently rub and massage her ass… “Yes, Mrs. A?”

“Would you please have your way with me? Whatever you want to do… please David…”

It worked. It fucking worked. Vickie is a genius. But then again, she is a chick so it’s like I’ve got a spy in their camp…

I undo her skirt, slip it over her ass, and drop it to the floor. Mrs. A steps out of it. I expected panty hose, but instead it’s real stockings… with garter belts and no panties. Her ass shows red slap marks all over it.

“Mrs. A! This is very nice…”

“Please David… uh, sir… may I speak?”

“Yes Mrs. A. Feel free.”

“Please call me Sandra…”

“No Mrs. A. That would show a lack of respect to you. And I do respect you.”

“Well… I do have to call into work. I really did chicken out this morning…”

I dialed the numbers as she instructed and held the phone to her face.

“Hi Margie, Sandra… yeah… well not so good… oh it’s some kind of (gasp!) bug…” I slipped a finger inside her twat… “Yeah… it’s (gasp!) bothering me quite a bit… no… shit!” I slipped two and then three fingers in there… “I gotta go Margie… sorry… bye…”

“Anyone else you want to call?” She smiles at me and shakes her head.

I withdraw my fingers and set my hand in front of her face.

“Smell that?”

“Yes, David… I’ve been wet since I woke up today…”

I slip my juicy fingers into her mouth, she greedily sucks them. I go back and get more, then feed her more of her own pussy juice.

“Mmmm… tasty… thank you, sir…”

“Mrs A. When were you last licked?”

“Oh… years… my husband tried it, twice, and didn’t like it… 15 years maybe? Bastard. That’s one of the reasons why he’s gone…”

I slowly kissed and massaged her red ass cheeks, they were still warm to the touch from all the blood flowing to them from the spanking earlier. I rim her asshole… nice and clean of course. Mrs. A would only bring me a clean one, I’m sure of it.

Getting some pussy juice on my fingers, I slather it around her tight hole… and gently slide my index finger into her…

“When were you last fucked, Mrs. A?”

“By another person? Couple years, maybe three… But my vibrator gets me every night.”

With my right hand still probing her asshole, I move my face into her cunt region. I sniff around… and start licking lightly on her exposed lips. The dense jungle, though, must be dealt with.

“Tell me what you masturbate to.”

“Um…”

“Tell me, no judgments.”

“I’d rather not…”

I immediately stood up and spanked her ass, hard, SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK

“Oww Oww OWwwww!!!” she cried. She tried to get off the table but I pushed her down again and spanked her some more all over her ass. Had to be 15-20 times… I lost track.

Mrs. A was crying under my relentless attack. I’m at the edge here, I may have gone too far. I kind of feel bad for her, maybe I’m not a ‘boss’ like I’m pretending to be.

“You were doing so well, Mrs. A. But then you upset me. Let’s not have any more defiance, ok?”

In between sobs I get a “Sorry David… sir” and I go back to licking her pussy. Her ass is so hot I can feel the heat radiating off her cheeks. Her sobs are quickly replaced by quickened breathing… and quiet little ‘mmmm’s every now and then.

“Better, right Mrs. A?”

“mmmmm yes… much better…”

My tongue enters deep into her love canal, her secretions are thick and heavy and driving me fucking wild. Patience, David… this is about her…

I lick her for a solid 2 minutes… my face buried in her upended ass-cunt as it sticks up from the table.

“So you were saying, about when you masturbate… I’d really like to hear it…”

“Well, whenever I see Richard Gere I have to do it. He loves fucking me… ooooohh… he licks me like you’re doing now…”

“He’s gay, I think. Anybody else?”

“Pierce Brosnan… he fucks me a lot… always after his show he fucks me good and hard… He’s in love with me…”

“Anybody not famous?” In addition to my finger still in her ass, my other hand is manipulating her clit as I continue to lick her hairy cunt. It is fucking hairy. I’m going to have to get her to an electrolysis place or something…

“mmmm… jesus… there’s Mr. Reynolds, at the office… he’s married though, but mmmmmm… yes… David… yes…”

“… And?…”

“Mmmmm… well of course there’s you. mmmmm…. mmmmmmmm… Since that day you cut the grass, there’s been nobody else.”

“Careful now… you don’t want to lie…”

“Oh oh… sorry… after halloween… mmmmmmm Jesus… and I saw you all… mmmmm… I had visions of all of you fucking and sucking me… cum all over me…”

“mmmmm Keep going… tell me about your slutty thoughts…” I was really eating her out now. Her creamy pussy was flowing… “Tell me about the girls…”

“oh… well…. mmmmmmm… Well Michele is so pretty… mmmmm… I imagine her face at my pussy, looking up at me from my cunt with those pretty eyes… And your sister… I imagine Victoria fucking me hard with a strap-on and dominating me…”

I sped up my pace of squeezing and probing.

“… go on…”

“David… Do I have to?” I stopped and put both hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed hard.

“Ok… Ok…”

I stood up and yanked off my shoes and socks, threw off my shirt, and shucked my jeans and shorts. My raging cock was a seven inch long stick of thick granite… with a juicy center, of course. My pre-cum was oozing out, and had been for some time.

I stand behind Mrs. A, my cock leaning against her cunt lips. They are trying to grab me and pull me in.

“Go on…” I wait patiently, not moving a muscle.

“I also think about… I think about… oh god i can’t say this… “

I press my cock about an inch into her. Jesus that feels so good… I want to press deeper and fuck the shit out of this woman. She moans sweetly at my cock’s partial entrance…

“Go on…”

“David… don’t make me say it…”

“I’m going to call Margie back and see if she’s busy… Is she hot?”

“David… haha!… please David…”

“Say it…”

“Vanessa.”

I sink my cock in fully up to the hilt. Mrs. A raises up a little but her arms are still entangled in her blazer. She can’t move.

“Jeeesus!!! For fuck’s sake fuck me!!”

And I do. Using her legs for leverage, I pull against them with each hard fuck stroke.

But it’s not enough for me. I guess I’m more sadistic than I thought.

“What about her? What about Vanessa?”

“Jesus David! I want her to eat me. mmm…I want to cum on her face. I want my goo smeared all over her face.

“I want to eat her cunt.” (she’s panting hard now “And I want… to suck… her big tits… and her… to suck mine…”

“She does want to… (gasp!)” I’m breathing hard now, too. “She has seen you… with your dildo… she told me…”

“Oh god… David… I can’t… oh God don’t stop…” I’m completely power-fucking her now.

“Just think… your tits mashing together…”

“Jesus… no… yes…”

“Your cunts rubbing each other.”

“yes… yes… yes…”

“Kissing Vanessa…”

Mrs. A tensed up completely, and then shrieked as her orgasm wracked her body. The clench was all it took for me, and I came deep in her cunt. So very deep. She collapsed on the table, with me on top of her spasming body as my cum poured into her.

“oh god… oh god… oh god…”

We rested for a few minutes… I released her hands from her blazer jacket so she could relax fully…

“David… thank you… you don’t know what it’s been like… having this secret… but you can’t tell anybody…”

“Never, Mrs. A.”

“Can I get up? I’d like to kiss you, please.”

“Um… first I need to to squat down on the floor… yes… just like that, that’s a good girl… Let all those sperms out… look at them all!… Use your finger… work it around… get them all out… good girl…”

“David… Sir? May I have it?”

Jesus fucking christ I was going to jam her face in it. Instead she WANTS to lick my cum of her kitchen floor.

“By all means, Mrs. A. By all means…”

Quickly she slurped it up with her tongue… then kissed the floor to suck it all up. When she finished, she looked at me, I pointed to my cock. She licked and sucked it clean.

“Excellent. Why don’t you make me a bagel or some toast, Mrs. A.”

Eager now to please, she strode quickly to the pantry. It’s nice to see a woman with only garters, high heels, and a torn blouse on doing housework.

“Plain or raisin? Cream cheese? It’s nice to make a meal for a man, again…”

So we had a nice little talk chat about inconsequential things, the town and stuff. Poor thing, she’s really pretty lonely, I think.

“So, why haven’t you dated again?”

“I have, a few times. But… they invariably… let’s just say they make a move on Vanessa. I don’t want to put her through that anymore.”

Jesus, Vanessa, I didn’t know…

“I’m so sorry. That is awful. Men are pigs…”

“Yes. But David… we still haven’t… kissed… can we?”

I stand up, and hold my hand out to her. She clasps my hand with hers and rises. Now, she’s pretty short, but she’s got heels on and I’m barefoot. I lean in for a kiss.

“Mmmmmm” she mewls. Her hot lips press into mine in a soft, wet kiss. I’m taking my time now, letting her enjoy this. Shortly her tongue comes a-calling, and finding mine they wrap around each other in a twisting cyclone.

My penis rises to the occasion.

Mrs. A’s mammoth chest presses into me. I caress her cheek lightly with my hands…

“David,” she says, breaking the kiss. “You don’t know what this means to me… I have missed this… so much.”

“Mrs. A… Sandra…” She smiles at me. “I think I do. I can feel it in you. You need more cock in your life.”

“Yes! Yes I do! And I know Vanessa is getting laid all the time, and you four the other night… Oh my god I couldn’t stand it. I masturbated so much… oh! I shouldn’t be telling you that.”

“Sandra, you can tell me anything. I want to hear it. In fact, I want you to re-create it for me. I want to see you masturbate.”

“Really? That’s so… so… why?”

“It’s just a huge turn on for me.”

“Will you spank me if I don’t?”

“Honey, I might spank you even if you do!” We laughed and she hugged me tight. “I do request that whatever you do, leave the garters and heels on. I mean, holy shit that’s fucking hot!” She beamed at me.

“So why don’t you get started? Show me.”

“Well, usually I am in my bedroom so let’s…”

“Usually.” I cut her off. “Where else?”

“Well sometimes on the couch out here watching a movie… sometimes in the shower…” her voice trailed off.

“And sometimes, Sandra… sometimes… in Vanessa’s bedroom.”

She lowered her head, and nodded slightly.

“Let’s start there, then.”

She looked at me for a moment, then a little smile began to curl at her lips.

“Fine. But first, my room for some ‘things’.”

I went and sat on Vanessa’s desk chair and waited for Sandra to come back. She arrived quickly with her hands full of vibrators and dildos and other implements of destruction.

She looked at me funny and said, “Well, you said you wanted to see.”

“That I did, Sandra. That I did. Proceed!”

“First, we’ve gotta get some music going.” She rummaged through some cassette tapes. “Ahh, here’s a mix tape one of her idiot boyfriends made for her.” She pushed ‘play’ and out came the sounds of “I’ve had the time of my life”. Bill Medley sang the slow male part as Sandra slowly swayed around the room. Sandra teased me with her shirt as Jennifer Warnes picked up the female part. Then the song hit the faster part with the drums beating out a rhythm.

Sandra yanked her blouse off, so now all she had was her bra and garters and high heels on. In time with the music, she danced and shook her tits for me, and squeezed her tits with her hands. I hooted and hollered because she looked fucking hot. After a minute or so, she grabbed a big purple dildo and shoved it between her tits, simulating a cock. She licked it as it crept up through her enormous cleavage. I was half tempted to jump on her right there, but no… let this play out!

Holding her hair up, she backed up to me and said, “If you please, sir?” I took a moment to unhitch her bra. As sexy as it was, it was still an industrial-strength unit and had several hooks on it. “Done!”

Turning around and facing me, she yanked off the bra and threw it across the room. Her freshly revealed juggs were stunning. Even bigger than Vanessa’s. But with a little more sag; the fuckers hung down low and I was incredibly turned on. Swaying them back and forth over my cock, she backed up and squeezed them so hard she made a face and cried out. Greedily, she grabbed one and brought it up to her mouth and sucked her nipple hard. She let go with her hands, her tit hung from her mouth for several moments. But gravity won and even her strong suction couldn’t hold these girls up forever. It dropped back down. She repeated this several times with her tits as pre-seminal fluid dribbled out of me.

“God I love my tits! Don’t you?”

“Fucking Right I do baby, Go get em!”

She continued to suck herself and dance in time with the music. Presently, she went back to her assortment of pretend-dicks and grabbed one that looked like a Saguaro cactus; prickly things sticking out of it and a separate little piece sticking out the base of it.

She slid that puppy right up her cunt while still dancing. Jesus! She’s not loose, I can testify to that, she’s just that fucking slick. She withdraws it and then puts it in her mouth, savoring her cunt juices. I’m blown away by this carnal display.

She jumps on her daughter’s bed and rolls around in the sheets and blankets. I take my rolling chair and move in for a closer look. She settles on her back and fucks herself some more with the cactus. Ahhh… the little piece is for massaging the clit. Damn, those vibrator engineers are smart! She twists the bottom of it and it starts vibrating with a fairly loud buzz.

As she works the thing around inside her cunt, I can see the white trails of her cum juices on the plastic unit. She is a wet fucking woman. She pulls it out and shows me how much she has oozed onto this thing. Then she scrapes the juices off onto her hard nipples. Dropping the vibe for a minute, she grabs each tit and sucks the nipple clean of her juices. Holy fuck. That’s one I’ve got to do with Michele and Vickie!

Grabbing the vibe, she fucks herself more, faster and faster.

“David? Tell me… if you want to… are you… are you and your sister fucking each other?”

“Yes! Whenever we goddamned can!”

She drops the vibe and grabs her cunt with her hand as she raises up and thrashes around on the bed with her crazy orgasm.

“FUCK YES! DAVID!!… FUCK!… FUCK!!!!!” And she spasms more and more as her clitoris has taken over her entire body with shuddering waves of pleasure. Best orgasm I’ve ever seen, up to this point. She takes her sopping wet hand and lightly slaps her face with it, covering her whole face with creamy cunt juice. She licks her fingers clean, swallowing her own secretions.

I truly stand up and applaud! She’s amazing! Blushing a little, she nods her head as a thank you.

“Fan fucking tastic, Sandra! Now… Again!”

She is up to the challenge. She grabs some of the pillows and jams them between her legs. Then she rolls on top of them and just humps away at them like a wild animal. Kind of… kind of like I do on my sheets. She’s another bed humper.

“ungh… ungh… David… tell me something… anything… please…”

“I butffucked your daughter.”

“Aaaungh!”

“I raped you on the kitchen table.”

“Aaaaaagh!”

“I watched you lick cock cum off the floor!”

“Ah! Jesus!”

“I love your tits.”

“Yes!… Auhhh!”

“I hate my mother!”

“uuuhuh… me too..”

“But she wants my cock!”

“Fuck!!”

“I’m going to give you more cum soon.”

“Yes… fuck!”

“You grabbed your own Vanessa’s tit on Sunday.”

“Fuck… yes I did…”

“You spanked her!”

“Fuck… fuck… FUCKING hell oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh sh-i-i-i-i-i-t…”

My educated guess was that she was cumming again. I proceeded to take this opportunity and get on the bed and mount her from behind, shoving my cock up her cunt while she was still cumming. When I figured she was done, I withdrew and looked at my cream-covered cock. Yep, butthole time.

With very little regard for Sandra’s personal feelings, I pressed my cock into her ass. She was already soaked down there from before, and combined with the new cream on my cock, it went right in. This Aramendia family, they like it in the ass. Gotta love that!

Fucking Sandra down hard, her pussy grinded more into the pillows. Her orgasm continued with each buttfucking stroke I delivered.

I pulled out of her ass and grabbed Sandra and pulled her head towards my cock. Without hesitation she sucked my cock that was covered with her ass and pussy juices. I exploded in her mouth and she gagged as the cum flew down her throat. She swallowed it all, of course. Slutty bitch.

I fell on the bed, drained of everything.

“What time is it?” I asked.

“Um… 11:20.” responded Sandra.

“Shit, I gotta go home and be sick for Mom.”

“Ohhh… I wish you could stay…”

I went to the kitchen and found my clothes. I came back in Vanessa’s room as she languished on the bed.

“Mrs. A,” I said. “Stand up.”

She reluctantly did, I could tell she didn’t like the ‘Mrs. A’ business.

“Do NOT say anything about this to Vanessa. Do you understand?”

“David… I will try but I don’t know if I can…”

SLAP! across her tits!

“Oww!!! That fucking hurt! David!” And she tried to cover up her chest with her arms.

Slap! on her left cheek!

“Jesus! oww!!! What the fuck! I thought we…” she let go of her tits and rubbed her cheek.

“You apparently forgot who I am. I told you something and you won’t listen…”

SLAP across her tits again!

“I’m sorry. David. I won’t say anything.”

I left her like that. Naked. Tits stinging. Some cum on her her cheek.

I heard her whisper “I love you” as I left.

Whoops. Maybe I went too far.

– – –

“Davey? What kind of soup do you want?” Jeez, Mom, I don’t want any fucking soup. I told you that on the phone ten minutes ago. You can’t eat with a migraine, even a fake one.

“Chicken noodle.” I croak out.

A few minutes later she comes in with a tray of the soup and crackers and 7-Up. That’s her cure-all 7-Up. It will fix most diseases, of that she is certain.

I am actually hungry, though, and the soup and saltines are good. Oh alright, the 7-Up is good too. It’s the original, Sprite and Slice and all the others came later. 7-Up is the mack daddy of the lemon-lime world.

“David… I’ve been meaning to talk to you but everybody’s always so busy…”

Jesus, here it comes again. Mom, please don’t.

“I just feel, I just want… I want you to be able to talk to me. About anything. School. Friends. Girls, anything…” She’s really trying. And she is my mom. And she does pay for everything.

“Mom… I’m not sure you’d like what I have to say…”

“Oh Davey, you can tell me anything! I promise I won’t get mad!” She leaned over me to rub my shoulder. And i swear she dragged her tits across my cock.

“Well… I’m not exactly a virgin…”

“What? Who’s the slut! Who are you seeing!”

“You said you wouldn’t get mad, Mom.”

“Well, I didn’t know you were going to piss me off like this…”

“Sorry… It’s just kind of natural… something that happens…”

“I know what ‘happens’. It’s probably Vickie’s slutty friends. That fucking Vanessa. Goddamnit I’m calling that Mrs. Adriaman… Aramderers… whoever the fuck Vaneesa’s Mom is. I’ve got their number somewhere out in the kitchen.”

She storms out of my room.

Fuck. I can’t have this. Who knows what Sandra would say if Mom confronts her. She might spill all the beans. She knows I’m fucking my sister, and god knows she’s susceptible to a strong personality.

I charge out into the kitchen. Mom is rummaging through the drawer, looking for the address book.

“Mom. Stop it. It isn’t her.”

“Bullshit, I’ve seen her look at you with those dirty eyes of hers.”

Dirty eyes, what the fuck does that mean?

“Mom, quit it. Even if it was her, you can’t do this!”

“Aha! So it is her! That little fucking tramp… she probably gave you a disease… here’s the book…”

“Mom! Stop it!”

“Let’s see here… 867…”

“No.”

“53…”

I slap the phone out of her hand. Incredulous, she reaches down to pick it up off the floor.

I look at her fat fucking ass as she bends over… and I spank it. Hard. She drops the phone and whirls on me.

“DAVID LEE JOHNSON!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK..”

I grab her arm and twist her around and push her against the kitchen wall. I spank her fucking ass repeatedly, hard. SPANK SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Owww! DAVID! You’re hurting me owww!!!!”

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

“Stopit!!” SPANK SPANK

“Are you goiing to call anybody?” SPANK SPANK!

“No! Ow!! DAVEY!!!”

“Ever? You’re not ever going to call anybody about this, are you?” SPANK SPANK SPANK!

“No Jesus Oww!”

“You act like you’re jealous!” SPANK SPANK!

“You can’t have me! I’m your son!” Spank SPANK!

“Davey Stop! please! Owwww!”

“You want my cock?” SPANK SPANK SPANK

“No Davey! Not like this!”

“HERE! Have it!”

I yanked her arm down so she kind of fell/sat on the ground. I pulled my raging hard cock out of my sweatpants and stuck it in her face.

“Go on, suck it!” I grabbed her hair and pulled her onto my cock.

“That’s it… suck it good… yeah you like that cock, doncha, bitch… are you my bitch?” she nods… yes she is my bitch.

I pulled my cock out and jerked it off on her face. There wasn’t a lot of cum as Mrs. A took most of it earlier. But there was enough cum to drip onto her cheeks and into her mouth.

“Swallow it. That’s what you want.”

Mom’s eyes were gleaming as she swallowed me down. Tears ran down her cheeks.

I didn’t know what to do now… I was now completely ashamed and embarassed.

“Thanks for the soup. Next time I say I don’t need something, maybe you will listen to me…”

– – –

Vickie came home from school and found me watching TV with no sound and with a blank look on my face.

“Hello-o-o-o! Little brother!! how was your day!!” She knew I was going over to Mrs.s A’s house.

I didn’t respond right away. I think I need some counseling or something. I think I’m going nuts…

“David… what’s wrong?”

“It’s been… kind of a confusing day…”

“How so… tell me baby…” Vickie sits down by me, her arm around me in a loving way.

“Mrs. A’s was… amazing… I’ll tell you later about it… but you hit the nail on the head with her.”

“Glad I could help! So what’s the problem?”

“Mom came home to make me some lunch.”

“… yeah…?”

“She… she came onto me… and got mad at me when I said I wasn’t a virgin… and threatened to call Mrs. A and chew her out…”

“Ho-leeee shit…”

“Yeah. So I spanked her. A lot.”

“Really? You spanked Mom! Oh my fucking god.”

“And then I jerked off on her face…”

“Holy shit David! What is wrong with you!”

“I don’t even fucking know…”

We sat there for a minute or so, in silence.

Vickie hugged me.

“Thanks… Vick…” And I broke down completely.

– – –

It’s now May. My first year of college is ending. Vickie and Michele are graduating. Vanessa… sweet but damaged Vanessa… has left school and gone to California to pursue an acting career. She asked me to go with her. She’s in love with me. I almost went. Maybe I should have.

I’ve had a lot of troubling dreams lately about Mom. They are… very detailed… and usually entail me in some weird situation with her laughing or joking at my expense. I finally realized that these were not dreams… but they were memories. Bad memories. This seems to explain this love/hate thing I have with women… don’t judge till you’ve been there, my friend.

Michele, the love of my life, is going to New York in a couple of days. We’ve made love a lot over the past few months, and I love her an impossible amount, but I have to let her go and fulfill her dream while I find mine.

Vickie, my lovely sister, has also come to grips with some of her bad memories, too. She has helped me so much, though. She’s leaving in July for Atlanta to pursue a career in Clinical Psychology. I can’t believe how much I will miss her and there’s often some crying after we make love. Which is almost every night. I’ve told Mom not to bother me anymore, and Vickie and I sleep together now… well… when she’s not out fucking some other guy. I’m okay with that. I’ve fucked 37 other girls this year. Yes, I keep a list.

Mom… what about Mom… she drinks a lot, most of the time, now. She tries to be nice to us, but it’s just all phony. We keep up the pretense, though, I’m not sure why.

Sandra Aramendia has offered for me to stay with her while I finish college. I am taking her up on that. I can’t live with Mom when Vickie leaves. After Vanessa left, Sandra found an older guy named, surprisingly enough, David. They are head over heels in love. He’s a cool guy and is excited about me staying with them He’s never had a boy and we get along famously… I haven’t slept with Sandra in two months, though… which is kind of a bummer…

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I graduated college with a degree in Visual Sciences, meaning video production. I got Sandra and Dave to buy me some gear in my sophomore year and I took to it like a duck to water. I was doing weddings, bar mitzvahs, and, my personal favorite, ‘boudoir’ videos. That’s where a woman or a couple want dirty movies of themselves. Kinda fun.

Mom died. Liver failure.

After college I went to, you guessed it, New York City. I wasn’t immediately successful, but eventually worked my way into one of those companies with the word “Broadcasting” in the middle of it. It really was my passion and I become very good at it.

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“Hey Michele” I said as I caught up to her on Park Avenue and 73rd.

She whirled around. “David? Oh David!!” And she grabbed me tightly and hugged and kissed me.

“I didn’t know you were here already!” I had been here six months now.

“Michele… it’s so good to see you.. I missed you at Christmas…” Whenever she came home for the holidays, we managed to sneak in some good love-making.

She sighed… heavily… that’s not good.

“David… I… well you see…”

“You’re with someone.”

“… yes…” she lowered her head. We had always promised we would wait until I got established. I did. I waited, and I got established.

“And it’s serious…?” My heart is breaking right here on the fucking New York street.

“… yes… but it’s also complicated…”

“Complicated? As in…? He’s your boss or something?”

“…yes…”

“And… married?” …Michele.. what are you doing…

She bowed her head.

“He says he’s going to leave her in two months.”

“Kids?”

“Two…”

I wiped my eyes. She’s everything I ever wanted. Everything. And we had each other, once upon a time.

And now we don’t.

“David… you’re fantastic… and a fantastic lover… you can get anybody…”

“Don’t want ’em.”

“I just… David, I need to see this through…”

I pulled out my business card and gave it to her.

“This has my cell phone on it.” I pointed to the enormous bulge in my pants that, unfortunately, wasn’t Mr. Johnson. “Call me anytime. I have always loved you. And I always will. You know that. I’m all grown up now, and we could have a wonderful life, with beautiful children of our own. That’s all I want, is you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted…”

I held her little chin in my hand and kissed her gently.

I walked away and didn’t turn around.

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I got married two years later to this gorgeous and sexy lady who really loved me. Her name was Michele. Yeah, that Michele. That guy never left his wife, and she realized that most of New York is filled with douche bags and the perfect lifelong guy was right under her nose the whole time.

We had two wonderful boys, both who’re now in college and are off on their own adventures. We don’t have a fairy tale marriage… hey, marriage is work, man! But we’ve never strayed and we still have a lot of sex after these many years.

Vanessa passed away a few years ago. She never could exorcise those demons within her. There just didn’t seem to be enough crazy sex, or alcohol, or cocaine to get rid of them. Michele and I rescued her a couple times over the years, but it never seemed to take and she would be off again on some wild-ass adventure with the wrong guy. Maybe If I went with her to California way back when… but who knows. I wouldn’t have had Michele, if I did that. She died while drunk driving in Malibu, California.

But today, today is a good day. Today, Auntie Vickie is coming to visit. The house just comes alive when Vick comes to town. She married Tiny, that big brute of a man from the frat house. They have three beautiful daughters. He, of course, has no idea of our past. But today, like I said, is a good day. Tiny isn’t coming for Victoria’s 4-day visit.

It gets difficult, sometimes, to fuck your sister when her husband is around. It can be done, but it’s difficult.

Vickie and I continued our relationship throughout the years, as we promised each other. It might be only once or twice a year, but it’s like we never missed a day. She’s the other woman in my life. But, it’s okay.

It’s really nice to make love to your sister doggy-style, while she’s eating out your wife’s pussy.

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Sorry for the fast ending.

Comments welcomed.

If you made it to the end, thanks for reading!

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