Tony brought me home at two-thirty in the morning after we danced and teased each other at the club. I wore my too-short, strapless black dress which my tits almost lifted out of. Having gone braless, he definitely caught the conspicuous indentations of my nipples. My hips swerved and jerked, sending my hem higher and higher. He ogled my fine ass and long, sexy legs. My gyrations under the strobe lights held him in awe. I flung my long, blonde hair over my bare shoulders and vented him a steamy look. I purposely ran my tongue over my red lips and stared into his brown eyes. His grin promptly faded. The bulge in his pants told me how badly he wanted me.
likewise, Tony did a good job whetting my appetite. Seeing his raw expression riled me. His dark brown hair became matted on his sweaty forehead. He fondled my ass when in grabbing range, then pulled me close for a tongue-probing kiss. His strong fingers held me fast. That dark dick pumped me, jarring my senses. My nipples became bullet-hard, pointing through the material. He snuck a quick tweak. I rocked on my spike heels, dizzy with exhilaration.
Tony knew where all my hot buttons were.
We didn't bother ordering drinks during Last Call. Who needed alcohol when the urge for sex raged through our systems? We knew the night wouldn't be done until we got to my apartment. My pussy burned with a fever. I climbed all over him in his front seat, throwing a leg over his lap. You couldn't miss his boner: it strained the front of his jeans. Our lips melted together while he filled my cheeks with his rambling tongue. He reached between my legs and stroked my soft, sensitive mound. The scent of cunt drifted. My pulse quickened when he found my clit. His windows got all steamed up before we left the parking lot.
Neither of us wanted to fuck in the car. My queen-sized bed awaited.
I had a problem putting the key in the lock when we reached my door. Tony's arms surrounded me from behind. He buried his face in my neck while massaging my tits. My rock-hard nipples came out, burning against his rotating thumbs. I moaned as he kissed and caressed me. As my dress slid up, he pushed his package into the crack of my ass.
Tony, appreciating my overheated condition, got us inside. Doing me in the hall wasn't about to happen. He didn't restrain himself because of my neighbors. Getting naked in the privacy of my bedroom seemed a better plan.
The door swung open. Clinging together and trying to enter, we nearly toppled into the darkness. Tony's arms were around me, his tongue in my mouth. He gripped my butt cheeks while Frenching me. My hot pussy moved back and forth over his hard-on. He throbbed heavily within his pants. I ached to set his big cock free and take pleasure from it. I moaned in his throat as he thumbed my panties' damp spot.
A big surprise awaited us on my sofa. A bare-chested young man sat up and rubbed his eyes. I went numb upon spotting him over Tony's shoulder. Immediately, I pulled away.
"Who are you?" I stammered, not keen about having an unexpected guest.
"Didn't Cheryl tell you?"
His young-sounding voice momentarily threw me. Slowly, I recalled a conversation with my roommate. "Are you her brother, Joe?"
He nodded sleepily. "And you're Debbie, right?"
I cursed my luck. Cheryl had briefly mentioned that her twenty-one-year-old brother was coming later in the week. He recently finished school and was in search of a job. Ohio didn't boast as many career opportunities. Our discussion totally slipped my mind. It never occurred to me that I might stumble upon him while making out with my boyfriend.
I gazed at Joe, disbelieving that I had only four years on him. He struck me as someone still in high school, on the basketball team or possibly track and field, contemplating his first prom. The baby face attached to that smooth, athletic body led me to that conclusion.
"Where is your sister?" I asked after recovering my voice.
Joe, noticing my big tits, small waist and scandalous outfit, noticeably perked. He seemed to view me in a new light. His dark eyes were smoldering coals in a blazing fire. I suddenly felt naked in front of him. "She said something about being home around midnight."
I shook my head. Nice going, Cheryl, I silently fumed, offering your brother the sofa while you're still partying. You obviously weren't thinking that I might come traipsing in, half-dressed.
Why was I not amazed?
Tony, who had been quiet during our awkward introduction, squeezed my hand. "We enjoyed meeting you, Joe."
From his tight clasp and tug, Tony clearly wanted to get laid. I wasn't thrilled about fucking him while having an overnight guest. The bedroom walls were paper-thin.
Joe, however, didn't appear to mind. He smirked and nodded at Tony. The two men exchanged a knowing look. "Have fun."
Tony winked. "We intend to."
Bumping into Joe soured my mood, but Tony would have none of it. Discounting our visitor, he dragged me away. He wasn't about to let Joe's presence keep him from getting his rocks off.
I awkwardly waved at Joe before Tony shut the door.
"That was rude," I whispered.
Tony put his arms around me. My tits pressed into his chest. I could feel his hot breath on my cleavage as he studied them. "He's cool about it."
"We could at least wait until he falls asleep."
Tony, grinning, shook his head. "Not a chance."
I was tempted to argue the point, but he cupped the back of my head and worked his way into my mouth. His tongue slowly rekindled my desire. I was amazed how it readily thrilled me, affording me a tingling rush. His other hand trailed behind me, sending shivers down my spine, until it eventually rested on my ass. He pulled me close, flattening his stiff cock to my sensitive mound. He held my buttocks, then pushed. There was no escape from that rigid thing. It dug into me, knocking me breathless. His tongue muffled my sob.
Tony groaned, too. In seducing me, he turned up the heat on himself.
I writhed against the coarse fabric of his blue jeans. My short dress rose as we heatedly embraced. Tony molded himself to me, moving his hips, smashing his boner into my sensitive crotch. My nipples protruded from my top and bumped his T-shirt. His firm chest crowded me. He leaned into me again, passing over the spongy flesh between my legs. His powerful hand tightened on my ass. His rock-hard growth drove into my soft mound.
My eyes rolled up in their sockets. My cunt grew juicier as he massaged me with his cock. I realized how badly I wanted him regardless of Joe being in earshot. I doubted I could control my outbursts. Tony had my lust at full-throttle. The noise level in my room would only get worse.
I couldn't blame Tony for wanting the goods. For more than five hours, I made him drool. My sizzling short dress, fuck-me shoes and wanton behavior had thrown him into a swelter. All that heavy flirting crested at my apartment, before we discovered Joe. Neither of us could switch gears. It was too late. The fire inside my hot-blooded Italian boyfriend was a raging inferno of which I had struck the match. Consequently, I would also burn.
Tony lowered my zipper in back while wriggling his tongue about in my mouth. My dress loosened, then descended my alert nipples before landing at my feet. His deep, stirring kiss had me at the edge. When he withdrew and pressed his lips to my neck, I saw double. His warm, tingling suction brought my desire up a notch. Bubbly spittle escaped the corner of his mouth and trickled to my shoulder. My big tits stuffed his hands. His thumbs gently skimmed my thick stubs, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
"Yes," I moaned, overtaken by his sweet flick. I kicked off my spikes.
He lightly nibbled my ear lobe. He exhaled, warming the area, as both teeth and tongue delighted me. His hands aroused me with their thinly contained urgency.
"Baby," he hoarsely muttered.
My eyes rolled up in their sockets.
He went from my nape to my tits. His tongue curled around a stiff peak. I gasped as he drew tantalizing circles on my bare skin. Another sob escaped from my throat as he sucked. I gasped as he moistened me with his tongue and lips, then pulled. His brown eyes stared into mine as he slurped each nipple. I gasped as he ran his teeth against them.
His steel fingers swept up and down my back. He traced the curvature of my spine, then caressed my buttocks. His style intensified my wetness. I could feel the juices ooze from my pussy. It automatically tightened at the prospect of having his thick cock.
His tongue went back for more when my lips parted. He leisurely eased the waistband of my panties over my hips. The crotch had gotten stuck between my sopping lips. I moaned as Tony disengaged them. The silky fabric grazed my clit and sent Shockwaves to every nerve-ending.
I could not keep my hands still. I groped Tony's sausage. His pulsations excited me. Getting that top button undone was a slight problem, along with the zipper. His metal tag stopped when I tried to climb that huge bulge. His wide shaft stretched the front of his pants. With a jerk, I managed to free him. I gasped at the vivid shape of his fat dick and balls inside his briefs. Tony was fully engorged. I reached inside them to claim my prize.
Tony took a moment to yank his T-shirt over the top of his head. His broad, muscular chest was smooth. Only his legs had some bristly hair. I panted at the sight of his virile physique. Tony kept himself in shape.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I seemed weightless in his arms. My thighs fell apart as he arranged me across the crisp sheets. I arched my back and scooped my tits together. My nipples touched. I could almost reach them with my extended tongue.
Tony finished undressing. He flung the last of his clothes in a pile, then climbed between my shivering thighs. His breath warmed my bare pussy. Tony insisted I shave it. He described that, without the hair, the sensation was even more incredible. I discovered a difference, too. Even the most subtle move on his part was deliciously magnified.
The blinds at my window were turned. Splintered moonlight fell across our bodies, bathing us in a sensual glow.
He came forward, bearing his tongue. I watched it wiggle back and forth until it went in my juicy crack. My lips receded from my clenched teeth. Slowly, I expelled the stale air from my lungs. He stroked my glistening flesh with his foamy saliva. My cunt moistened at each pass of his tongue. He caressed my thighs while licking my sticky folds. Those brown spheres glimmered like twin beacons, engaging me in strong eye contact. Though I tried returning his gaze, his piercing whips blurred my vision. The sounds he produced, synchronized by his twisting dance, drove me wild.
I threw my head back and cried, "Oh yeah," as he took my honey.
Cupping my butt cheeks, he jammed me to his mouth. His lips locked over my quivering mound. I cried out as that rough tongue drilled me. Tony gulped loudly as he siphoned my cunt nectar. His eyes closed and his head shook while he ate me. I could feel his lips and tongue move to accentuate my pleasure. His demanding suck curled my toes.
Elevating my legs, I clasped the backs of my thighs. My pussy was completely open, ready for an intense bout. Tony sank into it until puckering my jittery flesh. I whimpered and hugged my knees to my tits as that tongue fucked me. In and out he slid, inching into my drenched hole. He deeply speared me, plunging into my slick gash, then glided over my inner walls.
"Oh, God," I moaned as he devoured me. My juices flowed down his throat.
I breathed harshly through my gritted teeth and raked my thighs as he left my stimulated hole and orbited my clit. The tension mounted. He narrowed his path, grazing my swollen bud.' My lips rounded as he slashed across it. Hot, frothy spittle covered me. Another swipe, and it was gone. He repeatedly licked that delicate area, causing me to shift. Framing my ass with his hands, he prevented me from flying off the bed. That expert tip attuned itself to my rapid pulse. I writhed and wailed as he swallowed. My clit hardened beneath those stirring rotations, then vibrated.
Tony groaned as I gushed into his mouth. There was no stopping the leakage. He sucked it out of me. No matter how thoroughly he drained me, more oozed from my quaking core.
I hardly kept my ecstasy quiet. I envisioned poor Joe tossing and turning on the sofa while I received head. He must have known that my snatch was in Tony's mouth. When I made a conscious effort to pipe down, my devilish boyfriend altered his rhythm and threw me off kilter. He sabotaged my every attempt. My muffled cries invariably carried.
My knees leaned into my pointed nubs. My face rocked from side to side as I digested the sensations he created. Joe and the rest of the world retreated into the background. The only thing that existed was that swirling tongue and my throbbing clit.
My orgasm began to build. I bit my bottom lip, feeling it gather strength. Tony, aware I was close to cumming, licked me harder. He loved having me at the brink before finishing me off. It was, he admitted, an exhilarating rush. His brown pupils were intent.
Perspiration trickled from my forehead. I usually sweated heavily when feeding Tony my snatch. That electrifying weakness gripped my loins. I grew dizzier as he whipped me into a frenzy. Tony stayed connected, tirelessly lapping me. His steel fingertips secured my shaking butt, immobilizing me. His strong, hungry suck drained my pussy. I moaned as he vacuumed my juices.
"Oh, baby," I whimpered, tightly clasping my thighs. The rough brushing I received took the wind out of me. I barely managed to blurt, "Don't stop."
Tony anchored me to his sucking mouth and drank my tasty stream. Despite his steadfast hold, I angled myself to gain every benefit from that wildly moving tongue. He ferociously stroked my pulsating clit. I watched how his tip curled before lashing me, then inhaled sharply from the delicious jolt.
"More," I pleaded, going out of my mind.
The corners of his mouth tugged into a smile without his stopping. He rubbed me with excruciating care, slopping extra spittle over my pink pebble. I squealed from his coarse, manly friction. His tongue labored back and forth, demanding that I cum. My thighs shook around his bobbing head as the tremors seized me.
I pinched my swollen nipples seconds before reaching orgasm and received a delicious jolt. Reflexively, I buckled in my boyfriend's clutches. Tony, puckering my clit, wasn't about to disconnect. He was determined to make me cum in his mouth. His lips fastened to me like a clamp. He siphoned the juices from my cunt while tonguing me fast. He gripped my silky thighs, holding them apart, and dove into the heart of my pussy.
"Oh baby," I moaned, overcome with joy. "Yeah.".
I arched my spine. My shoulders pressed into the mattress, my head slamming into the pillow. Tony's nonstop delivery put a kink in my toes. I couldn't prolong it another second. I surrendered to the gut-wrenching orgasm he meant me to have.
Tony downed that bursting flood. Puckering my contracting mound, he gulped that tart stream. I couldn't seem to come up for air. His brisk tip induced my convulsive breathing. My chin went up and I bit my bottom lip as he licked my hot loins. The cry I fought back raged up my throat.
Trembling, Tony climbed on top of me. He would settle for nothing less than a pounding fuck. I couldn't deny him that.
His forehead gleamed with sweat. In the moonlight, I viewed his urgent expression. He contemplated me with those dark, burning spheres. My mouth opened for his tongue. He kissed me passionately while I still shuddered from orgasm. While he traced my jaw line with his thumb, I could feel his jitteriness.
He aligned himself with my moist cunt lips. Tony's wide, dome-shaped knob sank into my wet hole. My teeth scraped his tongue as he stuck that thick cock into me. I whimpered down his throat, taking it. His massive thing filled my sensitive pussy. Tony groaned, too. My cunt squeezed his every descending inch. He cupped my butt, dragging me tightly to him and fitting the last of his fat dick into my snatch. My eyes rolled upward when his balls strained against my extended folds. Containing that monster brought more whimpering. I sucked air through my gritted teeth with each new thrust. His manly push put a crimp in my toes. He dug deeply into me, demanding my surrender. That sliding, bone-like thing pumped me slowly, pleasingly.
Tony's tongue eventually left my mouth. He stared into my eyes, encouraging me to respond. Gripping me by the shoulders, he pulled me to him. My lips rounded as he buried it between my legs. I savored that hard, cramming sensation.
"Oh, God," I murmured several thrusts later after recouping from that first brain-scrambling orgasm. I couldn't curb my bliss another second. I spoke freely, voicing my pleasure. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck, me, baby. Fuck me."
We locked mouths again, silencing my chant. Our tongues danced as one. I teethed on his bottom lip when he started to withdraw. I stared into his dark eyes, seeing their glaze.
"Christ, you're so tight," he muttered after regaining his power of speech.
My hands ran up and down his back, then settled on his flexing buttocks. I dragged him into my cock-hungry snatch. My silky thighs curved around his hair-rough legs. I savored his manly texture as the fog of my previous climax dissolved. Another sob dredged up my throat as he entirely lowered himself. Evening his groin to mine, I could feel that solid shaft wedged up my quivering middle. I emptied my lungs as he pushed to keep himself embedded.
The bedsprings squealed beneath our shifting weight. Tony pounded me with his meat. I loved every glutting second. He nailed me to the mattress, packing my cunt with that bone-like thing. The slick sounds of my pussy covering his hard dick overrode our collective gasps.
Christ, did it feel good!
I caressed his powerful forearms, which flanked me. I submitted to his dominating thrusts, offering him wet, clinging pussy. He huffed and puffed while jamming me, his face marred with contortions. My cramped pussy obliviously gratified him.
We fucked in a belly-slapping frenzy for several minutes. I took all Tony had to give, preparing for his explosion of cum. His balls harshly smacked my ass. My sex-starved boyfriend, however, had incredible staying power. He knew when to ease up, regroup, then resume ramming force. His big thing worked me into a fever. I played wide-receiver to his hammering tool. The back-and-forth motion of his thick cock within my hugging walls created an intoxicating suction. I grew delirious from its rapid-fire movement.
Tony made me cum without surrendering to the urge. Perspiration seeped heavily from me as I went into a convulsion. My nipples were like pebbles, stabbing his chest. Fierce contractions bombarded me, yet he maintained a steady rhythm and packed my wet snatch.
Before my trembling stopped, Tony rose on his haunches'. His dick did not detach from me. Sweat rinsed down his broad, virile chest. His dark eyes glistened at me, his bottom lip jutting. He clasped my thighs, spreading them wide, positioning himself.
I gazed down the front of my naked body and saw Tony protrude from my cunt. My drenched lips yielded to the push of his heavy shaft. Without the obstacle of hair, I plainly saw his vein-riddled cock burrowing into my soaked hole. Upon disappearing, his dick caused me to moan. My teeth came together and I ejected all the spent oxygen from my lungs. I glimpsed Tony's large thumbs pressing into my thighs, holding them apart, as he charged into me.
"Oh, God," I murmured, watching until my eyes rolled up in their sockets. My jaw dropped as he penetrated my hot, juicy center. "Oh, yes, baby. More."
His dick rubbed my moist, clasping walls. He stroked me deeply, piercing my core. My cunt lips latched onto him, squeaking back and forth over his rigid cock. He leaned forward, driving it home.
Suddenly, I reached my peak. I writhed on my back, sobbing. Tony kept making me cum, savoring the snapping tug of my pussy while entrenched. That last time, however, depleted his stamina. His cheeks were pinched with color, his dark spheres clouded. He groaned and pulled out quickly. Clutching his cock, he aimed it at my tits. Hot cum erupted from his tip, squirting me.
"Oh, fuck," he growled, barely able to keep focused. He shook in front of me, seizure-ridden, milking himself with his fist. "Arghh. Arghh."
My orgasm still alive, I could scarcely watch him jet onto me. I suffered from the void Tony left between my legs. In frustration, I fingered my agitated clit. Arching my back, my shoulders and elbows dug into the mattress. My ass landed with a thud after I exhausted my energy.
His jism splattered my writhing flesh. He showered my tits and stomach. His spurting cum collected while his animal growl roared from above.
I let go of my clit and began smearing his fuck fluid over my nipples. Its salty smell and baking heat made me purr. My nub tingled beneath their creamy coating.
"Oh, yeah," I wailed. "Yeah."
Tony kept stroking his cock, maintaining his erection while staring at me. I never had a chance to catch my breath. Without hesitation, he lowered his cock into me. I moaned as he packed my delicate snatch.
"Christ, I can't get enough of you," he muttered.
I gritted my teeth and let that big dick split me again. The sensation of taking it into my quivering loins aroused me to the quick. I caressed his damp back, groped his ass and pulled him into me. My lips rounded as he plunged wildly into my pussy, setting the pace.
Eagerly, I fucked him back. "Yeah, baby," I whimpered, wanting another round of pleasure. My body screamed for more of him, too. "Give it to me."
Tony and I had ourselves a marathon.
CHAPTER TWO
I returned to the conscious world around nine the next morning. Tony had already left for work. Saturdays were always busy for him and the other mechanics at the Service Center. After yawning and stretching, my mind zeroed in on Joe, who had camped out on my front room sofa. I doubted that he managed to sleep, given the racket Tony and I had made.
I started to move, then stopped. My pussy smarted. I massaged the taxed muscles of my mound. Tony gave me a little more than I could handle. I could almost feel his cock plowing into me. Without the Constant flow of stimulation, the ache he left definitely opened my eyes.
At any rate, it was a good pain. A smile came to my lips. That man had my satisfaction down to a science. For all my teasing, I received the fucking I deserved.
My roommate, Cheryl, however, still pissed me off. She should have known better than to invite her brother without officially clearing it with me. A brief mention in passing wasn't going to cut it.
In wanting to give her a piece of my mind, I almost marched out of my room without a stitch. Cheryl and I typically paraded about in the nude unless our boyfriends stayed over. We established a house rule that banned us from competing with each other. I respected her turf, and vice versa.
I patiently slipped into a robe, reminding myself of Joe. The poor guy probably waited for us party animals to rise from the dead. Prancing around in the nude wasn't cool.
I glanced down my front for hard-nipple alert while knotting my sash. I was still highly aroused, even hours after finishing with Tony. Checking my reflection in my vanity mirror, I noted that "just got fucked" look. The flush of my cheeks, the sparkle in my eyes was instantly detectable. I supposed there was no point in hiding it-not after the previous night's commotion.
Shrugging, I went to the door.
The sofa, to my surprise, was empty. The pillow rested on top of the neatly folded blanket. I assumed Joe had already departed for a newspaper and a peek at the job section.
After putting up with me last night, and wanting to show him that I wasn't an insensitive bitch, I figured I would offer to type his resume on my word processor. Joe would surely appreciate the quality output of my computer and printer at work. My company used the best equipment, and I had a knack for operating it.
The need for a shower prevailed. I headed for the bathroom, contemplating some fresh clothes, when I saw him. Joe, easily clearing six-three, struck me as much taller than when he had been stretched out on the sofa. I had a rear view of him. His powerful back tapered to a small waist. A pair of silk boxers-the sexiest thing a man could wear-covered his compact buns. He spread his long, muscular thighs apart before the toilet. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband, then lowered his boxers. Palpitating, I glimpsed his bare ass, then heard the trickle of pee as he voided himself.
Instantly, I got wet. I hadn't planned on bumping into him, yet couldn't turn away. The sight of his firm cheeks launched a hot tickle in my pussy. I rocked on my heels, suddenly aroused.
He shook the remnant drops from his dick, then pulled up his boxers. Before I could move a muscle, he spun around and caught me. His grin slowly took shape.
"I see you've survived the night," he said, folding his arms across his chest and assuming an arrogant stance.
"Survived?" I echoed.
He did not elaborate, nor did he seem uncomfortable about his casual state of dress. I focused on his young face, yet was secretly dying to study his half-naked body at close range. I resisted temptation, however, not wishing to convey that fascination.
"Is Cheryl home?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, but she's not alone."
Joe definitely had gotten it from both sides. Cheryl was a born screamer. The girl had no qualms about fully expressing herself. "How in the world can you look so rested?"
He smirked. "It was interesting."
Although I refrained from checking him out, Joe lowered his gaze and roamed my body. My thin robe didn't hide much. The size of my large, firm breasts were magnified by my tightly drawn sash. My tiny waist enthralled him, as well as my heart-shaped ass. After a lengthy observation, he looked me straight in the eye and winked.
I was certain my nipples swelled. Not wanting to make a big deal out of it, I resisted glancing at them. I wasn't going to put any imagine ideas in his head.
Something sexy about Joe that went beyond his physical appearance hit me. He had a cocksure attitude, as though he'd been "around the block" a few times. I disbelieved he was a virgin. That strapping youth had undoubtedly scored with every cheerleader on campus. "Are you really only twenty-one?"
He chuckled. "As of last month."
"Haven't you graduated yet?"
"I'm hoping to finish school at night here. Mom and Dad couldn't afford to carry my tuition. They've had a tough time of making ends meet." A new smile tugged at his lips. "Hey, want to go jogging with me?"
I shook my head. "I've got laundry to do."
"Right. The sheets need to be cleaned."
I considered elbowing him. "You're some smart-ass, aren't you?"
He laughed. "That's what makes me so adorable."
"I would advise restraining yourself. House rules."
"I'll keep that in mind."
He slipped into a gray T-shirt, pair of blue jeans and stuck on a baseball cap while I made coffee. At his entrance, I did a double take. His attire, matching that baby face, erased all signs of maturity. The illusion of his being a "man of the world" vanished.
"I guess I'll run some errands," he said. "Need anything?"
I elected to tease him. Joe needed a taste of his own medicine. Scanning him from head to toe, I murmured, "Not from the store."
My comment sideswiped him. His expression went blank for a moment before its impact occurred. "Oh, yeah?" he mentioned, taking a bold step forward, as though eagerly accepting my invitation.
I put my hand out, stopping him. "In your dreams, babe."
Joe recovered without injury. His grin reappeared after realizing my scheme. "I like to play games, too."
"Oh?" I mused, sipping my black coffee.
Merely nodding, he headed for the door.
I thought about him while finishing my coffee. Joe left me with some sizzling ideas. I fancied his salivating stare when I traipsed about the apartment, wrapped only in a towel-or keeping my bedroom door ajar so he could peer through the crack and catch me bare-assed. The situations were endless.
His parting words haunted me. Would he truly get even?
That question lingered in the back of my mind while I showered. The water hit my face, then breasts, as I submitted to the refreshing onslaught. Its warm temperature awakened my desire. I recreated Joe's face in the swirling fog, and for some inexplicable reason, imagined him touching me. My lust should have revolved around Tony instead of that young man, yet Joe's indisputable-likeness materialized through the murky haze. His large, encompassing hands smoothed over my shoulders, then past the curvature of my spine to clasp my ass. I sobbed at his urgent squeeze. My pussy instantly tightened with need, its lips aching to enclose Joe's hard dick. My teeth clenched at the hot trickle that fantasy provoked.
I exhausted the hot water supply while fondling myself. The urge to caress my swollen nipples with a bar of soap swiftly developed. Tingling bubbles popped over my thickened stubs. The picture of Joe I invoked enhanced my thrill. Running the bar back and forth, I gasped. My nipples resembled bullets, hugely extended. The steam's heat grazed them. My tits were highly sensitive, reacting to that foamy application.
The hunger for cock began building. Although sore from my marathon with Tony, I wanted more. I was sorry Joe was gone. He could have given me exactly what I needed.
I shivered while cleaning my pussy. The suds accumulated over my agitated mound. My pussy folded back at each pass. I breathed harder while soaping my clit. Ticklish bubbles formed over that pink pebble. Intensely excited, I almost jammed the whole bar into my crevice.
The water turned cold, yet I didn't care. I concentrated' on the pleasing friction. Rubbing faster, I surrendered to the weakness that spread through my loins. I became insensitive to the icy drops that fell. My jaw hung as that bar dug between my soft pussy lips. Exhaling sharply, I almost lost my balance before finishing. An image of Joe lasted the entire session.
Leaning against the ceramic wall, I came. My senses dulled as those satisfying contractions ravaged me. Had I been wrapped by Joe's arms, I wouldn't have lurched so wildly. I writhed against the tiles, thrown into a seizure, almost losing my balance.
Why Joe fueled my excitement in the shower was unclear to me. My craving for that baby-faced guy had been real. I decided to keep that episode a secret. Admitting that an underlying attraction existed wouldn't be smart.
I emerged from my shower, clean and refreshed. Wrapping my curvaceous figure in a towel, I started across the room. In passing the clock, I noted the late morning hour. Cheryl's overnight company had probably left. Few guests stayed until noon. It was time for us to have ourselves a little chat about her brother.
I knocked on her door and received no reply. Cheryl, a late sleeper, was-likely enjoying another dream. A second rap failed to summon her. Calling out her name was met by silence.
I entered her room. Light poured into that darkened chamber, revealing Cheryl's naked backside. Her dark mane swept over her small, rounded shoulders. Two muscular legs, thrown apart, flanked her bobbing head. I immediately saw the thick cock protruding from her mouth. Her lips slid up and down its vein-riddled length, stopping just short of the man's balls. He groaned upon her swallowing.
My lips curled. Discovering Cheryl with her mouth full didn't embarrass me. I simply read the situation as an unwanted intrusion.
I considered a prompt retreat, but before quietly slipping away, her boyfriend Brian called out to me. "Why don't you join us?"
Cheryl turned. His cock came out, coated with spit. Somewhat woozy from having stuffed her face, she directed a lazy smile at me. "Come on, Deb. Let's have a three-way."
Giggling, I held my hand up. "I had enough sex last night, thanks."
Brian's blue eyes met mine. "We heard you."
I welcomed his candid gaze. Brian comfortably reclined on a nest of pillows. His sixfoot, brawny frame looked appetizing. Blond, blue-eyed and outwardly virile, he could have easily made it as a male stripper. He had the body and attitude required for the position.
My precariously tucked towel provided little camouflage. My cleavage swelled from the top, the nipples nearly popping out. A change in breathing might have caused it to completely unravel.
"Sorry we made so much noise," I said, returning his stare.
"You riled us up," Cheryl confessed. Her black eyes glowed like burning coals.
Brian, gesturing to his rigid shaft, moved his hips. His eight-inch tool glistened in the subdued light. "It stayed like that all night."
I could scarcely end my inspection of it. Brian had a nice cock. Evidence of Cheryl's recent tongue employment dribbled to his wide stem. Tiny bubbles snapped along his taut skin.
I saw Cheryl in the nude almost daily. My familiarity with her slim, sexy body didn't diminish the effect of her undraped flesh. Her small, firm breasts and tiny waist lingered in my mind well after noticing them. Her bare back, round shoulders and luscious buns held my interest.
My list of chores for the day suddenly seemed unimportant. Discussing Joe also lost its relevance. I couldn't ignore the flare of desire.
I moved toward them without permitting myself to think. Brian's upright shaft lured me. I sat on the edge of the bed, mesmerized. Cheryl tugged my towel, causing my tits to spill out, and tossed it to the side.
Brian regarded my rock-hard nipples. There was no hiding their inflamed condition. "Very nice." He scanned my body, drinking in every naked inch. Upon viewing my shaved pussy, he smiled. Cheryl declined using the razor on her pubes, preferring the coverage. His delight was plain. "I like it."
Cheryl ran a hand down the curvature of my spine, then enveloped my ass. Her delicate clasp gave me the shivers. I barely suppressed my moan. The juices began oozing from my snatch. "Come on," she murmured, "let's suck him."
We situated ourselves between his hair-dusted thighs. His manly texture scratched my erect nipple. Brian's blue spheres flashed at us. He silently commanded us to suck him.
Cheryl slowly licked the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around the enlarged head, orbiting his cum slit.
I drenched his balls in foamy saliva. Each tongue-lashing formed a new layer. I tasted hair and his salty male skin while molding my lips to him.
"That's more like it," Brian conveyed in a strained voice. He was riveted to our slurping activity. His sturdy fingers encompassed the top of my head. "Oh, yeah, baby. Lightly."
Cheryl's lips gradually encased his domed knob. They locked just past his jutting rim. From the corner of her mouth, saliva escaped. It streamed down his vividly drawn veins. I mopped that foamy precipitation before it reached his sac.
Cheryl descended upon him, her cheeks bulging. Her satiated hum stirred me. I lifted my tongue from his cock and dodged her twisting path. Her throat muscles functioned as she consumed him. His long shaft vanished inch by inch.
"That's it, baby," Brian gasped. "Swallow me."
I resumed licking his balls. Cheryl's lips rippled at his heavy base, edging into my space. Her ability to devour him amazed me. One instant he was there, the next gone. Brian was of exceptional size, yet she swiftly downed him. I reduced my frenzied whips, savoring the meal she made of him.
Brian's head slammed into the pillow. Our combined efforts had him huffing and puffing. Together, we made everything wet. His chest expanded and contracted while her lips rolled back and forth. I added to his pleasure by slapping another shiny coat on his balls. My bubbly concoction trickled over his velvet skin.
After several intense moments, Cheryl released Brian's cock. He emerged, glazed with spit. His dick curved to the ceiling, throbbing. Tiny bubbles clung to his veins, and a glossy veneer covered his bloated bulb.
"It's yours," Cheryl purred, cuddling me. Her hot breath warmed my back, followed by the tap of her pointed nipples. "Continue."
I opened my mouth and took him. Brian immediately groaned as I fastened my lips to his bone-stiff thing. I sucked, first distinguishing Cheryl, then Brian. After steadily drawing upon him, I tasted pre-cum. Cheryl must have received some, too. He lifted his hips, increasing my intake. His dick disappeared into my face, filling my cheeks. His fat knob hit the roof of my mouth before I eased him into my throat. His breathing worsened as I gobbled him to the root. Relaxing myself, I gulped him whole. His balls rested on my chin while I ground my lips to his trunk. My tongue never stopped moving. I lashed all sides of him, treating him to luxury.
"Yeah, baby," Brian grunted, cramming himself into me. "Suck my dick."
Cheryl lathered his balls, replacing my layer of saliva with her own frothy mixture. Her kittenish licks differed from my serpentine ones. Her tongue delicately brushed him.
I could feel his shaking need. After spending several minutes at his base, I soared to the head. Back and forth I went, wringing his flavor. I pulled on him, snagging his taut skin. I wiggled over the heavy vein of his underside, rubbing him with my bottom lip. The veins seemed more pronounced than when I started. My tongue slid all over him, savoring his manly hardness.
Brian's unblinking blue spheres were centered on me the entire time. He intently studied my technique. His gasps and contortions prevailed. Perspiration damped his forehead and ran down his cheeks. His exhalations came through gritted teeth.
Sucking him left me woozy. Containing all that cock required much effort and obstructed my breathing. I withdrew, dragging air into my lungs.
Cheryl gladly kept things moving. She swooped down on him, snapping up that saliva-drenched cock. Her cheeks inflated as she noisily ate him.
Cheryl's dark mane whipped Brian's quivering abdomen. Her attached lips plunged and soared, tugging the skin of his dick and spurring his animal groan. She mowed him with a single dive, then took him in huge servings. In pulling back, she stretched his shaft to capacity and thoroughly lacquered him.
Brian dragged me to his mouth. His tongue probed me while Cheryl fiercely sucked him. He smashed my tits to his furry chest while groping my bare ass and groaned down my throat. Taking a handful of my ass, he squeezed it. His steel fingers held me still. He muffled my sobs, delving deeper. Overcome with desire, I weakly responded.
Eventually, Brian let me go. I scrambled for his saliva-saturated tool. Cheryl and I were directly across from each other. We sandwiched his cockhead with our lips, simultaneously licking and sucking. Initially, we glided up and down each side of him. His dick turned purplish red beneath our tantalizing suction. That plump knob served as our meeting point. Cheryl's tongue hooked around him, getting me. I tasted her sweet drool, then darted back. Brian received the brunt of our passionate attack.
We had fun maneuvering our tips and scurrying against each other, but ultimately our tips joined. Cheryl and I had privately experimented and achieved dizzying satisfaction. Neither of us was shy about expressing our mutual fondness in front of our boyfriends. They knew we had the hots for one another.
My arms went around Cheryl. I hugged her sleek, malleable body to my big tits and buried my nipples in her soft flesh. I fell on top of her as our embrace intensified. Our lips pressed and our tongues came together for an arousing French kiss. Our passions flared. We rubbed pussies, starting a fire. Cheryl was only partially shaved. Her silky pubes scratched me. I heard her sharp intake when I ground against her swollen clit. She returned my heated push with sweet, direct contact. My love button tingled from her enthusiastic slide.
A pair of strong hands enclosed my waist and lifted me. Something blunt abutted my sticky cunt lips before a steady pressure separated them. I moaned as Brian sank into me. My sob echoed in Cheryl's throat. His stiff cock sliced into my hot, receptive squish. My vision went astray as he dug into me. His eight inches surprised me, yet I welcomed them into my wet snatch.
Cheryl's arms wrapped me while Brian slowly fucked me. He opened me in degrees, thrust after thrust, until fully embedded. He lowered that monster into my pussy, reaching far. His balls tapped my inner thighs after charging into me. He filled my moist, tender space. At the height of that glutted feeling, my teeth scraped Cheryl's bottom lip. Although still sore from Tony, my pussy readily accepted Brian. I definitely felt a man between my legs, and savored the fluid movement.
I writhed on Cheryl, palming her nipples. She shivered beneath me, benefiting from the sweet collision. Cupping the back of my head, she brought me to her lips for prolonged exploration. Our tongues joyfully danced once we were connected. She appeared to delight in my shaking while her boyfriend pumped me.
"You're so tight, baby," Brian remarked, jamming my pussy. I could hear my folds enveloping him. My juicy flaps squeaked over his descending shaft. My secretions seeped around him. His gasp instantly followed. "Oh, yeah. Squeeze me, baby. Squeeze my cock."
Caught up in the thrill of Cheryl's kiss, I was barely consciously of doing so. His dick kept coming back for more, packing my cunt. Sweet suction evolved from his back-and-forth motion. I couldn't help moaning from its lush delivery. He gripped my waist and pulled until my lips shrank from my gritted teeth. My pussy completely expanded when sliding to his massive stem. He held me there for several heart-stopping seconds, savoring the crunch.
After fucking me for several moments, Brian disengaged himself. His chin jutted over my shoulder. He breathed harshly while adjusting his aim. Cheryl tensed beneath me. Her lips rounded as Brian entered her. I perceived her ecstasy as he lowered his stiff cock into her pussy. Gripping her shoulders, I stared into her glazed eyes. I read the joy in her expression as she received him. All the air rushed out of her as Brian filled her cunt. Having just gotten speared by that monster, I knew what she was feeling. His cock, covered with my juices, went into her.
"Oh, God," she moaned as Brian drove to the hilt.
"Fuck," Brian gasped, crowding me. His hips worked like a piston, feeding her that bone. His arms tightened around me, struggling to get closer to her grabbing crevice. He nearly crushed me in narrowing the gap. "Come on, baby. Fuck my meat."
"Oh, yeah," Cheryl whimpered. "Yeah."
I silenced her with my tongue. Our lips locked, shutting off her subsequent cries. My rock-hard nipples burrowed into her silky breasts.
Brian yanked himself from her cunt after several gasping moments, then plugged me. I wailed from his hungry push, unprepared for it. His dick split me in half, demanding all the room I could give it. My teeth joined as it wedged into place. He seemed even harder than before, primed with excitement. I endured his sweet hammering, fully responding to each pass.
Brian's hands scooped under me and brought me flush with his hairy chest. My nipples pulsated in his palms. His mouth dropped to my nape, sucking and kissing.
During that time, Cheryl crawled from under me. I temporarily lost track of her, blinded by the diverting strokes of Brian's cock. His fleecy arms encircled me while he drove up my quaking middle. I was totally disoriented, overtaken by his grinding force. His big dick deeply massaged my inner walls.
Suddenly, Cheryl reappeared. Her hot breath warmed my pussy. With tongue extended, she slurped my exposed clit. I cried out, receiving her scalding lashes. One electrifying whisk followed another. She wiggled over my open pussy, including Brian's equipment in her sweep. The bulging section of his shaft and strained balls collected her silvery licks.
Brian groaned from Cheryl's fluttering tip. I could barely look down and watch her moisten us. His hips jerked, bringing stiff cock to my spongy cunt. His balls spanked my butt as he gave it to me. He fucked me faster, plainly aroused by our positioning.
"Come on, baby," Brian muttered in my ear. "I wanna make you cum."
I was in a tough spot. The slick movement of his tool and the flicker of my girlfriend's tongue sped up my pleasure. Both satisfied me. Brian crammed everything he had into my wet snatch, while Cheryl lapped it. Her expert tongue tormented my swollen dot.
"Oh, God," I panted, burning with fever, shaking roughly. "Oh, God."
"That's it, baby," Brian gasped, bringing it home. His pubes tickled my crack. His balls smacked me. Those shaggy arms and that matted chest scratched me. He gently twisted my nipples. "Cum for me. Do it."
Though I couldn't mentally catch up, my body obeyed his command. I shuddered in his embrace, spasming. Cheryl's tongue stayed with me through the entire, shaking bout. Impaled on Brian, I wasn't going anywhere.
"Ohhhh," I cried, bouncing off him. "Oh, my God."
"Yeah," Brian groaned, profiting from my orgasmic vigor. Smashed between my contracting lips, he endured my gyrating splendor. He shoved himself into my rippling center. "Oh yeah, that feels good."
He waited until my convulsion subsided, then lowered me to the bed. Cheryl detached her snake-like tip. He kissed my neck and shoulders before releasing me. I mewled softly, my thoughts scrambled. That orgasm reduced me to a shivering mess.
Brian got ahold of Cheryl. Clasping her compact buns, he ordered her to separate her legs. Cheryl complied. Through heavy slits, I saw him take her doggie-style. His dick sliced into her from the rear, prompting her gasp. Grasping her butt, he plunged strongly into her sodden crevice. I heard their juicy contact, then the slap of flesh.
"Fuck me," Brian grunted, tunneling into her. "Fuck me."
Cheryl's hips moved in heated response. Kneeling on all fours, she took his stiff cock. She glanced at me and smiled before assuming that vacant look. Brian sent her into orbit, one hammering thrust at a time.
I crawled under her, examining that full cunt. Brian heavily protruded from her soaked hole. Seeing him buried in her private place quickened my pulse. Her clit was in clear view, swelling from her pink folds. I carefully licked her, dabbing at that glistening skin. I waited for her sharp intake, then strongly brushed her.
Cheryl moaned. I never paused for a second, disallowing her to gather her wits. My fluttering assault remained constant, a replay of hers. I involved Brian in my whipping frenzy. I slapped bubbly spit over them in one continuous sweep. I got the bottom portion of his cock, plus his balls, then outlined Cheryl's cunt lips for an exhaustive cleaning.
Cheryl reached orgasm first. I felt her tremors amass with my slippery tongue. I pressed into that pink pebble, appreciating its throb, as she climaxed. I secured my lips to her jittery mound and around that penetrating cock. Her tart juices oozed around Brian. I swallowed all I could get.
Brian abruptly withdrew from Cheryl. He aimed for my face seconds before exploding. His hot goo jetted from the angry tip, showering me. Some landed on my tits, but I mostly got it on the cheeks and chin.
Cheryl, regaining a presence of mind, floated into my arms and cleaned my face with her tongue. She ladled one of Brian's puddles, then slid her tongue into my mouth. We played with his cum, enjoying its salty flavor before swallowing it.
Brian collapsed on top of us, quivering.
CHAPTER THREE
Later that afternoon, Cheryl and I gave Joe the grand tour of the city. She wanted her brother to see Chicago's famous landmarks and cajoled me into joining them. Having diluted my anger with sex that morning, I was somewhat agreeable. Cheryl must have anticipated my unhappiness over the intrusion and offered a bribe. The girl used her head (among other things). How could I stay pissed?
Besides, our outing gave me a chance to hang with Joe. He still tickled my imagine. Sneaking peeks at his tall, athletic body motivated me.
Summer had entered its broiling stage and influenced our need for light (and less) clothing. Cheryl donned a T-shirt and pair of bicycle shorts, which perfectly highlighted her slim body and sleek legs. I chose a halter top, which barely held my bouncing breasts, and miniskirt so short, my panties showed. We wore sunglasses, which concealed our ogling of men. We couldn't mask our telltale smiles, however.
Joe resisted from gazing at me. He, too, slipped on a pair of shades, as well as an extra-large T-shirt and baggy shorts. His looser attire did not diminish his beefcake image. Whether he acknowledged my secret fascination with him was vague. He seemed more captivated with the sprawling city we advertised.
The streets were heavily thronged with people displaying an abundance of skin. Girls ran about in bikini tops, jogging shorts and skirts similar to mine. Many guys traveled shirtless, preferring to bathe their rippling muscles in the sun. Exquisitely cut chests flooded the scene. Most were difficult to ignore.
Cheryl attempted to play the scenic guide, but quickly got distracted. Her antennae were up, seeking new partners. We both were on the lookout for the "ultimate encounter." Our boyfriends suited us for the present, yet we didn't dismiss the rest of the male population. She practically salivated at several prospects.
Her slim, delectable figure equally drew stares. Who wouldn't want that little vixen?
I wasn't as enticed. Joe dominated my attention. I strayed behind, ogling him. I panted at those broad shoulders, tight buns, sinewy thighs and hairy shins. The sunglasses camouflaged his young-looking face. His virile profile bewitched me. He looked nothing like Cheryl. I fathomed no common thread, no inherited features.
Joe, a true visitor from a small town, embraced his new surroundings. He grinned from ear to ear at the canyons of glass-walled buildings, the marquees of various businesses and the labyrinth of streets. Shops catering to every pleasure were in walking distance. The fleet of cabs patrolling the area for passengers, buses screeching by and the simple bustle of city life seemed unfamiliar to him. His boyish reaction to an urban environment amused me.
"What kind of job are you hunting for?" I asked, falling in step with him.
"I'm not sure," he murmured, clearly preoccupied.
"What was your major?"
"Political science."
I rolled my eyes. "Why didn't you plot a more practical course?"
He shrugged. "I enrolled in the classes that most interested me."
"Have you checked out the Want Ads?"
"A little. I still need to figure out which field I want to pursue."
Well, he could scratch "doctor" and "lawyer" off his list. Joe didn't strike me as a rocket scientist, either. A little imagination was required when reading the job section of the paper. From my recollection, a degree in political science didn't buy one a thriving career.
I couldn't reveal my astonishment to him. He was a young man turned loose on the real world. He needed some guidance and support.
Cheryl flirted with a couple of guys on their bikes. They reduced their speed and bantered with her. I overheard morsels of their conversation. Initially, each made a stab at obtaining her phone number and address. When Cheryl declined, they boldly asked her if she was willing to simultaneously take them on. She merely giggled at their suggestions.
I smirked, not putting anything past her. Joe appeared oblivious to their quips. "Have you constructed a resume?" I asked. He winced. "I did a rough draft."
"If you like, I can type it for you." He stopped and flashed me a smile. "Will you?"
"Sure. I'll take it to work Monday, make it spiffy. We've got decent equipment."
He beamed at me in a way that went beyond genuine gratitude. I recalled raising his hopes when teasing him that morning. He looked devilish, as though wanting to steal a kiss or cop a feel. Although I couldn't see his eyes, that mouth gave him away. Its slant alluded to a ferocious appetite.
Again, I coped with the clutch of desire. Joe cultivated unrestrained lust. A picture of us naked, fucking our brains out, floated through my head. I envisioned my surrender to him, draping my thighs around his small waist, clinging to him in a drenching sweat.
My reverie lasted only a moment. I turned, blushing. "I'm glad to help, Joe. It's the least I can do, after last night."
He chuckled. "I liked the noise."
"Believe me, it wasn't intentional."
His grin held. "No? I figured your aim was to turn me on."
I shook my head. "Not true."
He lifted his sunglasses and winked at me. "Right."
His cockiness took me aback. I detested arrogance, particularly in a man. Cutting him down to size, however, didn't seem possible. Joe was immune to my frostiness. He resumed his swagger, slowly digesting the scenery. The buzzing metropolis consumed his immediate attention.
Cheryl concluded her repartee with the biking men. "I'm sweltering. How about some ice cream?"
"Yes," Joe said, raising his balled fist in affirmation. That gestured reinforced his youth.
Something cold and refreshing sounded great. "Let's do it."
Joe ordered a double-scoop of chocolate chip, while Cheryl and I each bought a small frozen yogurt. He zealously attacked his cone. His love for that snack was apparent by the way he devoured it.
Again, Cheryl devoted her conscious effort to a group of hunks. The outbreak of drool was chiefly directed at her. I received my share, but since I sat with Joe, they probably concluded we were together.
Joe's smug attitude wore at me. I decided he was ripe for a little payback. Bringing my banana yogurt to my lips, I carefully extended my tongue. My licks were suggestive. I savored its creaminess and treated it like a cock.
Joe stopped wolfing his cone and contemplated my style. Having taken off the sunglasses upon entering the establishment, our eyes were on public display. His dark pupils went still. His smile slowly faded.
I curved around the sides, narrowing my banana-flavored serving. He watched it shrink in size, and also the milkiness on my tongue. My compelling approach bewitched him. I smacked my lips, relishing the moment.
Silently, I conveyed, "This is what you're not going to get."
My sole regret was not glancing under the table. I would have enjoyed seeing his boner.
I was glad for Cheryl's preoccupation. I wasn't sure if agitating her brother was cool, though he deserved it. Her fixation with being noticed by the male customers, however, obscured my mischief. She preened for her audience, imagining the spotlight. Propping her shoulders and crossing her great legs, she solicited their daring remarks.
My tongue moved surreptitiously, pulling Joe into its erotic orbit. I whisked around the tapering heap, hooking it like a snake. Lick by lick, I made my portion disappear. More white substance coated me. Some spilled onto my mouth, but was lapped clean. I sloshed it around until it was of a milky consistency. Opening my mouth, I showed him the residue. My eyes flashed meaningfully at him. My blonde hair spilled over my bare shoulders. My big tits swelled within my halter top. I purred in delight, giving him that private demonstration of my oral technique. Tormenting him gave me complete satisfaction.
Joe suppressed his groan. His Adam's apple rippled. I read his tension, sensed his longing. I was getting to him. His neglected cone began melting. Ice cream dribbled over his fingers. If Cheryl hadn't been there, I would have heightened his frustration by licking them.
"Look at them," Cheryl boasted, calling her admirers to our attention. "They want me. Ha! They'll have to flip a coin. I'm not up for a gang bang."
Joe seemed grateful for the respite. He took a cleansing breath before saying, "It appears you've adapted to the big city, sis."
Cheryl giggled. "You're not thinking of ratting on me to Mom and Dad?"
"Not me. I'm no snitch."
Cheryl, wrinkling her nose, draped an arm around me. "Isn't he adorable?" she asked in a stage whisper. "Don't you just want to eat him up?"
I smiled weakly, yet reserved my opinion. Her flamboyant style was meant to impress her male spectators-inclusive of her brother. She basked in the limelight.
Joe chuckled.
"Don't let his innocent looks deceive you, honey," she went on. "Beneath that boyish exterior lurks a sexual beast. He used to warm up the cheerleaders before a football game. Fewer virgins are walking on campus, thanks to my younger brother. Isn't that the truth, babe?"
Joe fed upon her praise. He approved of his sister's promotional efforts. The more she revealed, the darker shade of red I turned. That plainly suited him: quid pro quo. "You know me well, sis."
"Actually, he's quite tame. Don't fear for your virtue. It's not endangered." She winked at me. Strangely, it was almost the same as Joe's. At last, I recognized a family trait.
They placed me in a bizarre position. Joe had no knowledge that his sister and I had been intimate. Cheryl apparently failed to ascertain my lust for her brother. Cheryl's snuggling against me-our tits smashed, her breath running down my back-had me at a disadvantage. Luckily, Joe was blind to its impact.
Joe's eyes rested on me. He perceptively enjoyed my discomfiture. Before my natural complexion was fully restored, he said, "Debbie is gonna help me with my resume."
Cheryl brightened. "Is that so? Deb's a sweetheart for offering, and will-likely do a good job. She's an ace at word processing."
"I hope my skills live up to your billing," I murmured.
Cheryl feigned gravity for a moment. "Just keep your meat hooks away from my brother."
"Me?" I blurted.
Cheryl casually mentioned to Joe, "Debbie is a nympho. Did you know that?" I squealed, "You bitch!" Cheryl cackled:
I turned scarlet. Cheryl unwittingly tripped a hot wire. I don't think she had a clue how deeply I wanted to explore that avenue.
Joe, intently staring at me, grinned.
After finishing our cones, we hopped on a bus. I was amazed at the number of people aboard it. There wasn't a seat to be had-standing room only.
Cheryl, hustling through the press of bodies, found herself a cozy spot in back. I gripped the metal rail that ran the length of the vehicle. Joe, I assumed, scouted for a space, too.
We took off with a jerk. I clung to the rail, willing the weak air-conditioning to cool my sweltering body. The bus seemed to hit every pothole on the street. We lurched and fought to maintain our balance. Passengers either fanned themselves with pieces of newspaper or tried reading magazines. They weren't the best traveling conditions, yet an affordable means of reaching our destination.
We rocked and bounced, making indecent progress down the traffic-snarled boulevard. The ride seemed interminable. The mounting heat and cramped quarters almost made it intolerable. My sole consolation was to be away from Joe and the gnawing passion he provoked.
No sooner had that notion registered, I felt someone pressing into me. Joe's familiar scent wafted. Having managed to negotiate the sea of bodies, he stood directly behind me. He gripped the rail, securing his hand next to mine. I swallowed roughly as he plastered himself to my backside. The irrefutable shape of a hard-on rubbed my spine. His prickly hairs raked the backs of my thighs. He anchored his large feet at my heels.
The crowded bus traversed the bumpy road. Once again, we pitched to and fro, colliding into one another. He managed to pummel me with his inflamed crotch, riddling my senses. I gasped, then gnawed on my bottom lip. Each blow ate at my defense system.
I stared at that large, manly hand clasping the metal bar beside mine. The difference in size aroused me. Joe's was comparatively huge.
He calmly exhaled down my back, his breath drifting into my top, giving me the shivers. I couldn't edge away from him. The crush of bodies foiled my escape.
Nobody seemed aware of my predicament. The woman seated in front of us had passed out from the heat. Her riding partner was engrossed in a paperback novel. Those beside us were turned in the opposite direction, vegetating. The temperature worsened as more people packed the overloaded bus.
I detected Joe's hand at my waist. Those long, powerful fingers consisted of steel. I couldn't elude their grasp. He dragged me tightly to him, smashing his erection to the small of my back. I discerned his tremors. Despite his cool demeanor, a fire raged through him.
Beyond reason, I climbed on my tip toes. The swollen outline of his equipment poked my ass. He dug into my crack, commanding me to feel him.
I briefly recalled his sister's description of him. "Joe is a nice guy. Go easy on him."
For such a sweet-looking guy, he had a "bad-sized" cock. God, I was dying for some.
Joe left my hip and slipped a hand inside my short skirt. He closed over my quivering mound, squeezing me. I expelled stale air through my gritted teeth. He groped for a few seconds, exploring that forbidden territory. His spunk amazed me. His thumb centered over the damp spot in my panties, then slid back and forth. I saw double for a moment before my breathing leveled off. A hot thrill raced through me.
I couldn't believe I was letting him get away with it. Joe was out of line, yet my hunger for him overrode my objection. He repaid me for teasing him at the ice cream parlor. I couldn't argue his logic, nor need to have me. I wanted him, too.
The thin material between me and that jiggling thumb relented. He separated my folds, delving into my vulnerable flesh, until making contact. I jerked in his embrace. My clit pulsated from his electric touch.
His hard dick burned my backside. I was acutely aware of it throbbing in his shorts. I envisioned taking Joe until my pussy swallowed every bit of him. Thoughts of delicious penetration abounded. I ached for his incoming bulk. I could scarcely wait for that warm, wet crunch. My body screamed for some of his eye-opening thrusts.
Christ, how my pussy wanted a taste of his cock!
The juices trickled from my baking core. I tightened with excitement, stricken by my craving. His fingers skillfully moved, driving me higher. I strained on my tiptoes, prepared to cum.
The lurching of the bus accelerated my pleasure. Its struggle over the uneven, traffic-infested street worked in our favor. It's bumpy advancement caused us to careen, then slam together. That big hard-on and swirling thumb bombarded me.
I swallowed roughly. My palm grew clammy against the metal rail. I could barely hold on. Weakness flooded me. Joe gyrated against me, working me into a frenzy. There was no reprieve from his seductive grind.
I glanced at the sleeping woman in front of me and the young man involved in his spy novel. Neither sensed my mounting gratification.
Joe groaned in my ear. I wondered if he was about to cum in his shorts. No doubt, the tip of his cock oozed pre-cum. The notion of him shooting into his boxers, and perhaps cum running down those sinewy thighs, was all the motivation I required.
My eyes curved up in their sockets. Every muscle in my body tensed during the convulsion. I shook hard against him, hardly squelching my orgasm. I came so hard, yet was astonished by my ability to keep quiet.
Joe flattened himself to me, experiencing my contractions. His hand didn't budge, his thumb stationed to my seizure-ridden clit. My panties became drenched. There was no denying the gratification I achieved.
Joe's throbbing deepened. His gasp was audible as hot cum filled his underwear. He banged against me, burying himself in my ass crack, shuddering. His orgasm appeared equally intense. Given the baggy fit of his clothing, I was uncertain what he planned to do about the creamy leakage. Invariably, it would drip. That, unfortunately, was Joe's problem.
I hung onto the above bar, trying to regain my composure. The intensity of our nasty deed lingered beyond the completion of our journey. Unsure of whether Cheryl saw us, I avoided eye contact with Joe. I didn't want her to suspect us.
The bus emptied its passengers at various stops on the way. Standing room opened up, permitting a measure of comfort.
We finally reached our destination. The bus came to a jarring halt. Cheryl was first to dismount, followed by me. Joe lagged. Undoubtedly, he was conscious of the mess we created.
"God," Cheryl remarked, "I never thought we'd get here. What a miserable ride."
I couldn't have disagreed with her more!
CHAPTER FOUR
I couldn't put Joe out of my mind. Our steamy encounter stayed with me. His sexy smile and urgent grip were burned into my memory. I dwelled upon his hot, rubbing punishment that culminated in our collective release. I recalled my choked gasp when cumming. My heels slowly met the floor after I stood on tiptoe. Joe, groaning in my ear, shot his wad. I would have given anything to lick the salty stickiness from his cock and balls.
I simply couldn't believe we got away with it in broad daylight.
I wanted our flirtation to go the next level and actually connect with him. Accomplishing that with Cheryl around wouldn't be easy.
To compensate for her absence the previous night, Cheryl insisted on taking her brother to dinner. I sensed Joe's reluctance. He suggested she go without him, conceivably to be with me. Cheryl, blind to our background shenanigans, held her ground. Joe tossed me a wink upon leaving. God, I wanted him.
Later, Tony came over. I recognized that familiar grin the second I opened the door. After fucking my brains out the night before, he wanted to give me more of the same.
"Missed me, baby?" he asked.
I walked into his embrace. Tony protruded against my soft, receptive mound. Clasping my butt, he burrowed into me. As usual, the heftiness of his package stunned me. His tongue slid into my mouth before I fully recovered and engaged mine in play.
Tony could be counted on to make a grand entrance.
Concentrating on Tony was difficult, however. After a delicious afternoon of almost consummating our secret attraction, I wanted a real taste of Joe. The friction of his bulge and tickle of his thumb weren't enough.
My Italian boyfriend was a decent consolation prize. Tony had the talent and equipment to move the earth. Unfortunately, I was set on Joe and had trouble switching gears.
Ultimately, it didn't take much to readjust to the hot-blooded man in my arms. Tony's powerful hands knowledgeably swept over my hot buttons. Our lips locked during an extended French kiss. He pinched my ass, then squeezed it. His fingertips trailed along the cleft of my butt cheeks. Shivering, I moaned.
Tony withdrew from my mouth. "Let's get naked," he quietly suggested.
The lump in my throat prevented me from speaking. I nodded.
Tony couldn't wait. He ripped off his clothes and dived into bed. His sturdy frame landed with a thud against my swarm of pillows. Spreading his muscled thighs, he displayed his thick and ready cock. He didn't have to prop it with his hand. It curled upward, prepared for action.
I stood at the foot of the bed, smiling. Reaching around, I unzipped myself, then shimmied out of my skimpy dress. For the previous hour, I had searched my closet for a decent outfit. It didn't matter that we weren't going out. Spending the night in the sack with Tony held greater appeal.
Tony visibly liked the lacy bra I wore. The corners of his sensual mouth tugged. My tits swelled from the gauzy cups. My nipples pointed at him like bullet shells. I couldn't resist bunching my breasts, then shifting them from one hand to the other for his viewing enjoyment.
Tony expressed his appreciation, too. "Oh, baby, you're so stacked-and so hot."
Joe was partially responsible for my aroused state. I pushed him into the background, devoting my immediate thoughts to Tony.
Slipping off my panties, I had them whispering down my tanned thighs. That cool whisk of fabric made me hornier. Silky undergarments usually did the trick.
I tumbled onto Tony, inhaling his manly scent. The joy of facing each other, skin to skin, was mutually satisfying. His feet slid back and his knees came up. His cock strained in the air, anxious for consumption. Sinking comfortably into the pillows, he nodded at it.
Tony's cockhead was wide. I didn't have much success fitting him in my mouth the first time. He was fatter than my previous boyfriends. I managed after immersing his tip in foamy spittle, then working him through my moist lips.
I wiped the grin off his face after enclosing him. Tony liked watching me go down on him. His eyes centered upon my smothering lips and glimpse of tongue. I stared at him with his dick in my mouth.
"Yeah, baby," he grunted, lifting his hips. More of him pushed through. My jaws sank over that broad monster. "Oh, yes. Take it."
His hands swept over my back before claiming my head. He pushed down, increasing my intake. My cheeks bulged with cock. I moaned, sliding to the bottom. I fastened my lips to his solid base. I sucked hard, tasting him in each drag. His tip oozed pre-cum, which dissolved on my swirling tongue. I curled around him, then lashed the large vein of his underside with unrelenting fury.
"That's it, baby," he said, ridding his lungs of stagnation. His chest ballooned, then contracted. His stomach muscles quivered. "Do it. Keep going. More."
I took big mouthfuls of him. I swallowed his cock, then slowly reversed direction. His hefty bulk eased from my clasp. My lips coasted his length, lagging momentarily to lavish him with tingly saliva. The man was thick as my wrist, so gulping him required some skill.
Tony disengaged my head and grabbed my ass. He pulled the lower half of me toward him. His hot breath warmed my buns. I writhed in his urgent grasp, certain of his plan. His thumbs bore into my pliant flesh. Those mighty hands separated my legs, exposing my moist cunt lips. Just as I gorged myself, a finger went into my pussy. My teeth scraped his shaft. Tony drilled into my squishy hole, wriggling about. His cock fell out of my mouth after prolonged exploration.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, unable to contain my thrill. He finger-fucked me, spearing my juicy pulp. That digit drove far into my snatch, seeking its limit. My lips rounded as I took him to the knuckle. Fresh nectar flowed from my aggravated center. Gasps dredged up my throat when he pumped me in earnest. "Oh, Tony. Ohhhh."
He never gave me a chance to recover. Before I reclaimed my wits, he hoisted me over his face and impaled me on his tongue. I gasped as he lowered me onto that wriggling thing. I wept with joy as he slithered into my wet folds. His penetrating licks brought new screaming.
His stiff cock looked more appetizing than ever. Hungrily, I plunged over it, disregarding its wide dimensions. My sucking lips caressed him, just as my fingers curled around his base. I stroked him while snapping up the top part. My lips tightened around him, snagging his skin. His cock nicely curved into my mouth, then throat. The angle I took him simplified things.
"Yeah," he muttered, trembling from my fierce suction. "That feels so good."
Framing my quivering ass with his hands, he buried his face. I heard him gulp my juices while enjoying his flickering probe. Tony ate me nonstop, his quick tongue sharpening my sobs. I regularly lost my concentration, bested by the speed of his limber tip.
Shutting my eyes, I humped his mouth. I couldn't resist those frantic slurps, nor teeth-clenching thrusts. I rode him for countless minutes, ferociously aroused. Nobody gave head like Tony. He roughly brushed my clit, sending a barrage of sparks through my body. My pussy broiled inside his mouth, dripping with desire.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, receiving an onslaught of licks. He tirelessly lashed my quivering loins. I rose and fell on his gulping expression, nearly driven out of my mind. "Please, baby, don't stop."
I tried blowing him again. My lips rolled over his hard dick, coating him in hot drool. He emerged, glazed with my spit. I took that thriving mass deep in my gullet, leaving a tiny layer of bubbles. My tongue looped about around his huge knob, tracing its heavy rim. I sucked harder, siphoning his pearly residue. More pre-cum seeped from his bulb.
Tony gasped aloud, enjoying what I did. My blonde hair spilled over his lap as I sent him into a frenzy. Without detaching myself, I whipped my mane over my shoulder and continued greasing his shaft. White foam trickled to his balls.
Tony couldn't handle another minute of my sucking him. I could feel the lust raging through his body. He climbed out of my clutches and arranged me on my knees and elbows. I panted hard, feeling the blunt edge of his dick. The pressure he exerted split my pussy in half. Cupping my crotch, he steadily pulled me toward him.
I cried out. Though strongly throbbing, he entered me slowly. My lips bowed as he dug into me, penetrating my wet cunt. My eyes rolled up into their sockets, then closed. He pressed himself into my moist folds, oblivious to my sweet agony. Blind, irrefutable lust propelled Tony. His body asserted control over his mind, doing what felt best. The slap of his balls made our connection final.
"Yeah," he grunted, slamming into me. His groin bounced off my ass. His coarse pubes grazed my crack. "Oh, yeah, baby. Here's some more."
His ramming dick held my sticky lips apart. I loved the sensation of getting jammed by it. Each thrust made me moan. I imagined his thrusts and enduring hardness were the results of the fantasies he had nurtured about me throughout the day. He stuck that aggravated cock in me, rubbing the deepest part of my pussy.
His back and forth motion created a sweet vacuum. I responded to the driving force as he bashed into my rear. I gritted my teeth and raked the sheets with my nails. Christ, there was so much of him to fuck. I whimpered from the effort.
"Yeah, baby, squeeze me," he gruffly commanded. "Grip my cock."
I looked over my shoulder and caught him studying our link. His thumbs pulled back the soft flesh of my ass so he could better view himself bridging into my cunt. He stretched my ass-hole in doing so. His features contorted as he shoved his whole dick into me. I heard our moist attachment, then moaned as the tension in my pussy increased. His width placed great demand on my inner muscles. My breathing became more irregular as it charged into me.
"Fuck me," I pleaded, swinging back. His balls struck me on the rebound. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
Without thinking, I fingered my clit. That jiggling added to my euphoria. Tony's saliva still lingered on that hard button. The pleasure of his coarse lashes continued to echo. I enjoyed playing with myself while getting my snatch filled.
Tony could feel a difference. My extra stimulation caused me to shrink around him. He crammed himself into a tighter cunt. My snug lips secured his hammering bulk. His balls whacked me a little harder in response to the narrower fit.
"Yeah, Deb," he groaned, pounding me. "Oh, yeah."
Briefly, my mind flipped back to my episode with Joe. I pretended that grinding power belonged to him, rather than my boyfriend. The excited cock plowing through my hot squish was precisely how Joe would have felt.
Oh, my God, I thought, shaking. Associating the two was more than I could bear. I came without warning. A searing orgasm ravaged my system. My circuits neared overload. Sustaining that illusion wreaked delicious havoc.
"Ohhhh," I shrieked, strongly bucking. "Ohhhh."
Tony tried to stay inside me, but I jerked from his grasp. My pussy disgorged him, revealing my soaking coverage. I landed on my stomach, squirming. I thrashed against the sheets, twisting on my swollen nipples. My tits were highly sensitive during that furious release. The material's crispness augmented it.
Before I could recapture my bearings, Tony picked me up. Seeing me convulse must have deteriorated his will power. He needed to get off fast. His powerful hands elevated me. I was only half-conscious. Leisurely, I made my way back to earth.
When he reinstalled himself, my pussy wasn't his target. I didn't know until he sank into my quivering body that it was my ass he occupied. My anus widened to accept him in full. My eyes grew huge during his initial penetration.
"Oh, no," I whimpered. "No."
"It's okay, baby," he muttered, sounding winded. "I'll go easy. Please. Let me do it this way."
Always having been wary of Tony's size, I had denied him my butt. His imposing cock-head appeared too threatening for my tiny entrance. That never stopped him from asking, nor trying to have it. Though woozy from orgasm, I wasn't that numb. Taking him through the back door entailed some agony. I felt him tunneling into my dark passage.
I bit my bottom lip as his dick slid into my butt hole. Tony exercised care in hitching himself to me. He caressed my stomach and kissed my neck as he introduced more. His juicy cock made headway in my small hole. My secretions lubricated him well. He kept an eye on me while feeding me another bit of his cock. I moaned while receiving him.
"You're crushing me, baby," he muttered in my ear. His large, heavy fingers stroked my bloated nipples. "Your ass is so tiny. Oh, Christ."
I shivered as another inch invaded me. My anus expanded to capacity. My teeth clamped, then gnashed as Tony labored to situate himself. His nudging nearly caused me to black out.
"Yeah, baby," he mumbled, "I want you to take it in the butt."
It didn't hurt, as I had predicted. My daze lasted a few seconds before my equilibrium returned. Tony clearly wanted the experience to be fulfilling for both. I valued his continuous outpouring of affection.
"Can you handle it?" he asked, his voice strained.
I saw in his eyes how badly he wanted to finish in that manner. We were going about it slowly enough. "Yeah."
He put the rest into me with an appreciative groan. My ass ached from the amount he planted. It fought to reject him, then eventually yielded to his insistent push. His balls settled onto my trembling buns.
I winced. "Oh, God."
Carefully he fucked me, savoring the marked difference. He sawed in and out of my ass, watching his skin knot before disappearing. His thumbs pinned back my cheeks so he could follow the established connection. He moved his hips carefully, observant of my comfort. His dark pupils alternated from my tense expression to the amount planted. My mouth dropped open when he completed burying his cock.
"Oh, Tony," I whimpered, swaying on my elbows. So much of him glutted my rectum. That big dick divided my shaking butt. His pouch ballooned at my entrance as he fought to insert every last piece of him. He throbbed vigorously inside my ass.
He paused. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, baby. I like it."
Relief surfaced over his anxious features. Sweat poured down Tony's smooth chest. He sprinkled salty droplets while pumping me. In and out that cock went, eroding my anxiety. Soon, I got caught up in its soothing rhythm. Its slick motion contented me.
"Oh, baby," I purred. "More. Yes, more."
I jiggled my clit, lapsing into a sweet reverie. Adding some pleasurable rubbing to our experiment considerably improved things. I moaned and writhed for Tony. My buns moved seductively, giving him a sweeter target.
"Yeah, baby," he groaned, slicing into to me a little faster. He became more urgent, barely controlling his thrusts. I took his blows without complaint. My busy finger diluted the pain.
"Fuck my ass, baby. Do it."
I massaged my love button until that delicious weakness engulfed me. My finger went into overdrive. I ignored my lightheadedness and forged ahead. Orgasm was within my reach. I worked my clit. Those gushing juices saturated my crevice. Huffing and puffing, I couldn't stop.
"Ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, contracting. "Ohhhh."
My climax set off Tony. He spewed heavily into my bowels. I moaned as he emptied his creamy load into my vibrating ass. Hot jism flooded my rectum.
He jerked through the inundation. My ass was saturated with his white goo. His dick stayed hard, churning in my dark canal. He waited to uncouple himself, preferring to bask in my enduring tightness.
Tony covered me with his man's body, resting his chin over my shoulder. I suspected he had no intention of removing his swollen cock from my drenched passage.
Thoughts of Joe filled my mind. Intermittently, images of him had flashed in my head. I wondered how the episode would have unfolded had Joe taken me from behind. That baby face, wildly grimacing at the point of discharge, while he shot into my rear.
I suffered a stab of guilt. I shouldn't have pondered Joe while with Tony. It seemed unfaithful. I wouldn't want Tony to dwell over other women while he was fucking me. Yet, Joe prompted that kind of dreamy introspection.
I fantasized about inviting him into my bed, after Cheryl hit the sack. It would have to be on a night when our actions would escape detection.
A secret smile took form. Yes, I thought. That was exactly what I would do.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Thanks for doing my resume," Joe said Monday evening while we sat at the table eating Chinese take-out. "You did a great job."
I nodded, attempting to get some cooperation from my chopsticks. "You're quite welcome."
Cheryl had less of a problem. She quickly mastered their operation and attacked her Pepper Steak with zeal. "I told you Deb knew her stuff. She made it look beautiful. You're sure to land a good job."
I smiled. "I merely supervised the layout. Joe was responsible for its content."
Joe's grin remained. I stopped fiddling with my eating instruments and surrendered to those smoldering brown eyes. They told me interesting things, such as "How about it? Maybe tonight?" My appetite eluded me. Having a cute young guy secretly drooling over me was great for my ego. I felt like a million.
We stared at each other, transmitting signals. He realized how badly I wanted him, and reiterated the sentiment. If Cheryl wasn't there, we would have done the nasty. I didn't think it smart to fuck her younger brother-even though he was twenty-one-while she watched. I prided myself for having some class.
Joe, a rebel, had no respect for the rules. No sooner had I resolved to contain my emotions, but he touched me with his toes. His feet shifted surreptitiously beneath the table, meeting mine. We all wore shorts and were shoeless. He wiggled against me, sending a flurry of chills up and down my spine. I shivered, savoring the electric thrill of contact. Joe had the moves down pat. Cheryl's assertion that he destroyed the morals of his female classmates smacked of truth.
Joe didn't stop with a simple round of footsie. He climbed my calves, then ventured higher. My bare legs were susceptible to his mischievous prod. The bottoms of his toes were rough, yet stimulating. I abruptly swallowed after my excitement mounted. Joe took unfair advantage. How he got away with caressing me right under his sister's nose amazed me.
Cheryl ignored the furtive teasing. Her eating utensils functioned like machinery, dispatching her dinner. She directed her dark pupils at her food, not our blatant flirting. The action beneath the table was noiseless, yet brutal.
I stared into Joe's eyes as his toes slid along the insides of my silky thighs. I silently begged him to stop and be courteous in his sister's company, but that brat had the devil in him. His tickling eroded my defenses. I gritted my teeth as he seductively brushed my vulnerable spots.
God, it felt so good.
"Did you remember to save the Sunday Want Ads?" Cheryl, unaware, inquired.
"I sure did," Joe replied without skipping a beat. His toes drew tormenting patterns on my naked thighs. "I circled quite a few positions. Do you think I ought to make an appointment with a headhunter first, or respond to the ones I found?"
Cheryl considered his question. "I'd probably do both."
I couldn't stand it. He neared my crotch, weaving his way to the wet blotch. My pussy oozed with horniness. I feared the possibility of cumming at the table. That little bastard was definitely crossing the line!
I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Two could play at his game, I reasoned. I sprang at his shins, weaving through their shaggy coverage. I stared intently at him, awaiting a change in expression.
Joe, however, expected retaliation. He slightly flinched at my twitching arrival, yet maintained a straight face. Under the dim kitchen lighting, shadows bathed his face. I noted a distinct virility about him, and predicted he could please me like no other man had.
"Why don't I take the section you marked to work and prepare laser-printed envelopes and cover letters for you?" I innocently chimed while slithering up his manly legs. My blue eyes were intent on him, checking for a fluctuation in his facial cast.
"You would do that?" he asked, faintly hoarse.
"Naturally." I inched over delectable sinew, nearing my goal. My toes traveled over the more prevalent hairs of his inner thighs before encountering a hard lump. I ran up and down that awesome span of his tool, almost eliciting a purr of victory. "I can do them during my lunch break, if you'd like."
He said, "Sure," through clenched teeth.
Joe did not try to close his legs or adjust his seated position. I luxuriated over the swell in his shorts. The guy was hung like a horse. I fantasized about blowing him, watching his cocky grin fade as I took him in my mouth. An image of him rocking on his heels while my lips covered him took shape. Perhaps I'd give him some deep throat, just to show him I meant business. Judging from the size on him, Joe rarely received that kind of pleasure. I yearned to suck him to orgasm, then drink from his spurting cock. My pulling lips would give him no choice but to explode. I saw myself draining him of cum and energy. He would lack the strength to remain standing after I siphoned all that he had.
Curbing the urge to smile, I massaged that bulging dick. My toes were like little fingers, feverishly exciting him. He deserved losing his cool and shooting inside his shorts after his sneaky stunt.
Joe avenged himself. He pressed into my soft mound, instantly finding my clit. I froze. His toes tormented me. He effectively rubbed me, taking some of the steam out of my effort. My cunt moistened beneath his skilled grope. I cursed his potent aim.
He winked at me after I suppressed my gasp.
Smugly we regarded each other, recognizing that we played on an even court. We each had the capacity of making the other cum.
"I appreciate your kindness," Cheryl said, setting down her chopsticks. "You're giving him a better shot at a job by enhancing his presentation."
"It's nice to be of assistance," I said after recovering from Joe's pleasure-giving onslaught. My voice seemed a bit strained, yet withstood Cheryl's scrutiny. I traced the outline of Joe's boner with my big toe and discovered what I presumed was a splotch of pre-cum. Joe was apparently leaking. "Besides, I have access to the best equipment."
Joe couldn't argue with that statement.
We eventually called a truce. Finishing seemed unimportant. The fun had been in the concealment.
I accidentally yawned, then laughed. "I guess I'm headed for bed. I hardly slept this past weekend."
Cheryl giggled. "I know the feeling."
Joe nodded. "I had no idea this place was crawling with action."
"You had better keep that knowledge to yourself," his sister warned. "I don't want a lecture from Mom about it."
He waved off her protestations. "Hey, it's fine with me."
Cheryl, turning to me, winked. "I'm waiting for his blackmail demands."
The habit they shared began to annoy me.
"I believe Joe ought to clean up since we're giving him free room and board," Cheryl announced.
"Hey!" he griped.
She upheld her decision. "It's the least you could do. Besides, I have to run to the store for some milk and a few other things. We've got three mouths to feed here. The shelves don't magically restock themselves."
My antennae rose. Cheryl was leaving the coast clear for some hanky panky! I quietly rejoiced, yet refrained from snowing it. "Well, I'm hitting the sack. Mondays are so exhausting."
"Go ahead," Cheryl said. "Joe will take care of the dishes and garbage. I'll be gone for a while."
"Cool." I glanced at Joe. He returned my steamy gaze. We were both on the same wavelength. I couldn't wait for him to sneak into bed with me. The opportunity came sooner than I anticipated.
I padded across the carpet with a pounding heart, aching for our first fuck. Cheryl's departure simplified everything. The countdown for the ultimate erotic adventure began.
Inside my room, I stripped off my T-shirt and shorts, then flung my panties on top of them. Providing Joe exceeded my expectations, I planned on letting him have my underwear. Of course, I attached the understanding that they were exclusively for his private use.
I extinguished the lamp, then hopped into bed. The din of babble through the walls lasted a while. They spoke softly, subduing their words. Nothing made sense, yet I didn't care. Cheryl's voice dominated their muffled conversation. Presumably, she issued instructions to her brother. Seconds later, the front door opened and shut.
I shivered, longing for Joe's entrance. Pulling the sheet over me, I huddled, completely naked. When he tore it off, he'd find sumptuous me.
Within five minutes, I heard the creak of my door. My lips curved. Laying perfectly still, I kept my back to the advancing figure. I resisted the urge to glance over my shoulder and sustained the illusion of ignorance.
The rustle of clothing broke the silence. Various articles dropped to the floor. My quiet visitor boldly yanked off the sheet, disbelieving I was asleep, and slipped into my bed. My mattress sagged from the extra weight. Warm skin touched me-a much smoother consistency than I expected, carrying a different scent. A hand swept the curve of my hip, then enclosed my breasts.
I swallowed heavily. It did not belong t Joe.
"Hi," Cheryl murmured in my ear. She exhaled the word, giving it a sexy pronunciation. Her furry snatch brushed my ass, then kindled sparks. Her warm breath drifted down my tits. "Surprised?"
"I thought you were going to the store."
"I sent Joe." Her lips grazed my ear. The wet touch of her tongue brought a delectable shiver. "I wanted to personally thank you for helping him."
Cheryl snuggled against me. I couldn't squirm from her nakedness. It wasn't as though I didn't want her. My yearning for Joe didn't dissipate that easily. "Honestly, it was nothing."
"Regardless, you're a doll." My nipples protruded from her fanned fingers. She lightly stroked them, building a fire in my snatch. Her rotating tips turned them into eraser points. I'll admit, she may not have been the company I wanted, but she certainly got me in the mood fast.
I turned into her arms, gazing into her dark pupils. My throat, thick with rheum, coated my words with a seductive edge. "I'm not asking for a reward."
"You're getting it anyway." She climbed on top of me, pressing me to her slim body. Her hard nubs pushed into my soft, billowy globes. Her pussy rested on mine, then began to grind me. My wet folds separated as she slid back and forth. Soon, our clits were in perfect alignment. Her gyrations caused me to swell, then throb. Our pussies squeaked in moist harmony.
I ran my fingertips up and down her spine. The sensation was heavenly. "Oh, Cheryl."
"I'm grateful for everything you've done, honey," she purred, bearing down on me. "You've gone out of your way, and the reason is obvious."
My pulse raced. "Oh?"
Her fuzzy mound went on caressing me. I felt the urgency beneath each pass. "You had an ulterior motive" she said.
My heart threatened to stop. "You figured it out?"
"Sure." A smile formed on her sensuous lips. "You did it for me, based on our intimate feelings for one another." Her voice deepened as her pussy rolled over mine. She got caught up in its tingling slickness. "Oh, baby, you're so hot. You can't imagine how horny you got me during dinner. I was on the verge of leaving when I realized you wanted me in the sack tonight. That's why I got rid of Joe. Here I am, honey. I'm all yours."
It wasn't the script I quickly penned, but I went with it. I had no choice. The friction of her juicy cunt left me no other option. I sobbed, staring into her black eyes. Our hard buttons were on a delightful collision course, igniting an inferno. Exerting pressure, she folded back my sodden lips with hers. She slid directly over my sensitive clit, knocking the wind out of me. Cheryl had me panting for more.
I fondled her rotating buttocks, dragging her tightly to me. I dug my heels into the mattress and smashed myself to her juicy snatch. That satisfying conflict drove me forward. Cheryl sobbed in my face, surrendering to the escalating pleasure she derived from our brutal connection.
We knew where we were headed. Our slippery pussies catapulted us into orbit.
Cheryl's arm went around the back of my head, pulling me to her mouth. We kissed feverishly. I practically devoured those soft, quivering lips. I ran my teeth over them. Suddenly, her tongue snaked out and explored me with breathless enthusiasm. She roamed the insides of my cheeks, engaging me in play. Whimpering, I accepted her wiggling affection. Her probing kiss thrilled me to no end.
While our tongues danced and our lips were locked, the trembling weakness in my loins increased. We rubbed crotches, conceding to that luscious inflammation. Orgasm raged through me, causing me to buckle in her arms. I screamed down her throat. A tear dripped from my eye at the reverberation of bliss. Cheryl came, too, pelting me with her burning groin. Her cries echoed with mine.
At length, we broke free and gasped. Cheryl swiftly recovered and dove for my rock-hard nipple. It sizzled in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around its delicate base, then darted at its peak.
My features twisted. I wasn't ready for her superb lashes. "Oh, God."
She ignored my frazzled condition and sucked me. Her talented whips restored my appetite. She gathered my tits, joining both nipples, then gobbled them. Her lips rippled over my tits. I moaned as she drew upon me. She was incredible. Her tantalizing pull had me in a stupor. Excitement radiated to my every nerve ending.
I begged her not to stop.
Cheryl, however, had already decided how she would ultimately satisfy me. She detached herself from my spittle-glazed nipples and went lower. Palpitations seized me as she exhaled hotly over my wet pussy. My thighs widened for her. Clutched by lust, I awaited her serpentine licks.
She secured her lips to my cunt. Those dark pupils centered on my flushed expression.
Her initial suck unraveled my composure. I arched my back, then thudded against the mattress. My head slammed into the pillow and my fists balled. "Oh, yeah."
"Mmmmm," Cheryl hummed, burying her face between my legs. "Mmmmm."
I writhed against the tangle of sheet, soaring with each lick. She cleaned the honey from my flaps, washing them in foamy spit. Her thumbs restrained my pink folds, her tongue fluttering into them.
"Yes," I told her. "Oh, yes."
She noisily gulped my nectar. I oozed into her mouth. The muscles in her neck moved as she dispatched my gushing exhilaration. She stuck her tongue deeply into my spongy squish, fighting against its constriction.
My throat ached from moaning. She dredged up every sob, every syllable of pleasure. At the completion of her frivolous journey, she lapped me harder. My clit was her principal target. She stayed on it. I hardened beneath her fiery lashes.
My ass never stopped shaking. It jerked in her grip, yet she maintained control. She held me, swallowing every drop my pussy would yield. Her lips were suction-cupped to me, letting none escape.
My clit throbbed against her thrashing tip.
She focused on that frenzied part of me with undying enthusiasm. Cheryl turned up the heat several degrees, her drive irrefutable.
"Oh, my God," I squealed, cumming. My lips rounded as my circuits fried to a crisp. "Ohhhh."
She mounted me again. Those loving arms embraced me during my blinding seizure. Her tongue, dripping with my tart juices, entered my mouth. I was conscious of my taste.
We kissed passionately for quite a while. When our lips came apart, Cheryl threw a bomb at me.
"Do you find Joe attractive?"
The explosion of orgasm still muddled my mind. I couldn't formulate a comprehensive thought. Had she pressed me, the truth might have slipped out.
I regained my voice. "Why do you ask?"
"Don't you think he's cute?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
Her features looked pinched. "You're not planning to-no, of course not. How silly of me to worry."
I tried to decipher her concern.
Cheryl attempted to make light of it, but revealed her distress over the matter. "I realize it sounds absurd, but I have no problem sharing my boyfriend, or any other man with you, except my brother."
I fathomed nothing logical about her statement.
"It's just that.. .you and I have a special relationship. I couldn't bear it if you had him-not after the intimacy we've enjoyed. Does that make sense?"
I sighed. "It does."
"Promise me that you won't touch him. Okay?"
With resignation, I nodded.
"Thanks, honey." She snuggled against me, oblivious to my deflation.
Cheryl had just complicated everything.
CHAPTER SIX
Damn it! Cheryl knew!
I hadn't deluded myself about being entirely circumspect. Joe and I weren't discreet by a long shot. We projected hot, animal lust without caution. Cheryl picked up on our scent and understandably had a fit.
After accepting the jam I'd gotten myself into, I reviewed the situation with an unusual degree of sanity. The-likelihood of a future with Joe was slim. He was a young guy-at the height of his sexual prime, hungry for a piece of ass. I might have been fine for a quickie or two before robust hormone activity sent him after his next conquest.
Sipping coffee in the early morning light, wrapped in my robe, I considered my options. Cheryl and I had been pals since the fifth grade. In the past few years, we became especially close and crossed the line in experimentation. Our friendship, which was never to be shrugged at, had gotten even better.
My course of action seemed crystal clear. I had to cool things with Joe. Common sense told me it was smarter. Conceivably, the alternate path would lead to disaster.
I glanced at the sofa where Joe slept. The blanket was immaculately folded, the pillow puffed and sitting on top. For a young, single guy, Joe was tidy. He didn't create work for either of us. Cheryl, no doubt, kept after him, cutting no slack. He was out jogging, having risen and departed long before I woke.
Cheryl had gone back to her own bed shortly after we finished. Our hushed exchange still echoed in my mind.
"Joe mustn't know about us," she had whispered, caressing me. Her fingers skimmed my face, then enclosed my tender nipple. That delicate tweak won her a lazy smile. "This is our private understanding."
Woozy from the pleasure we'd achieved, I nodded.
She sealed our little pact with a kiss.
I hated forging that agreement with her, yet saw no other way.
Cheryl emerged from her bedroom, looking refreshed. Great sex instilled a flattering glow. If she hadn't visited me the previous night, I would have figured she'd gotten in eight solid hours. Our little "fiesta" consumed nearly two.
"Mmmmm," she purred, displaying total elation, "hey there." She strolled over to the coffee pot and poured herself a steaming cup. She sipped and winked. "Thanks for a heavenly time."
I couldn't help returning her smirk. Cheryl earned that tug of affection. I comprehended her yen to protect her vested interest in me. The threat of family intruding on that sacred turf disturbed her.
"Hey, what do you have planned for Friday?" she asked after beaming at me.
I shrugged. "Tony hasn't said."
"Want to double date?"
Her change of topic tickled my funny bone. "We haven't done that in ages. Why not? We'll do dinner and a movie. What's playing?"
"We'll have to check the paper."
"Let's not leave it to the men. They'll-likely subject us to some blood and guts epic, force us to do the macho thing."
"Hmmmm. Gore. Wonderful for the digestive track."
Our amusement with arranging a domestic affair detracted us from the unlocking of our front door. A huffing and puffing Joe stood at our entrance. My eyes flickered at his hot, sweaty form. His dark hair was stuck to a damp forehead. His T-shirt was plastered to the contours of a muscular chest. His strong legs inspired my appetite.
God, he looked incredible! His strapping height unnerved me. I almost withdrew my promise to Cheryl. Only by a slender thread did I keep it.
"Five miles," he announced after regaining the powers of speech, "in forty-five minutes."
"Is that a record?" his sister mused.
"Yup."
Collecting my emotions, I placed my cup in the sink. Joe's hunky body drove me crazy. I had a fixation for his young, healthy cock. He had the unerring ability of corrupting my defense mechanism. Getting over the hump of that attraction would be quite an accomplishment.
Patiently, I reminded myself that he was off-limits.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked, moving toward us. The sinew in his limbs seductively rippled.
"Coffee," Cheryl soberly informed him. "If you want anything more nutritional, fix it yourself. We girls are off to the work force."
"No bacon and eggs?" he griped. "No hash browns or waffles?"
"This isn't a restaurant," she gently enlightened. "I advise making a run to McDonalds."
I could feel his warmth behind me. His soft exhalations crept down my robe. Involuntarily, I shivered. Joe yielded a strong effect that was still difficult to mask. "How'd you like to do me a big favor?" he whispered. "Care to feed a starving boy?"
I retreated from his electrified touch. My knees nearly buckled from the weight of my desire. "Sorry. I have to jump in the shower."
Cheryl, taking pity on him, produced a few crumpled bills from her purse. "Okay, Mr. Athlete. Breakfast is on me. Now get your butt out of here so we arrive at the office on time."
Joe did not immediately take the money. My lackluster greeting alarmed him. "Hey, is everything okay?" he muttered in my ear.
I feigned ignorance and armored myself from his infectious charm. "Got a busy day ahead," I stiffly replied.
"Leave her alone," Cheryl advised, gulping down the rest of her coffee. "Can't you see she's in a hurry?"
Joe obtained a more accurate reading. His brown eyes lingered on me, assessing the damage. He perceived my objection to being handled, my evasiveness. He almost knew how badly I wanted him.
I dashed to the bathroom without further discussion. Admitting defeat was not my style. I realized I would eventually get over him. There wasn't a man alive I couldn't.
I sighed heavily behind the closed door, then admonished myself for letting my feelings show. Joe was a temporary obsession. I pounded that thought home while taking off my robe and preparing my shower. Steam filled the room, swallowing me in its heat.
I pulled back the curtain and submitted to the hot onslaught. Water battered my face. Blindly, I reached for the bar of soap and began lathering my shaking body. Time would heel my wound, I rationalized.
I soaped my pussy and tits. Suds rolled off my curvaceous body, circling my navel. Soon, I drenched myself in soap. The silky avalanche of bubbles whispered over my sex-starved flesh.
Solemn notions weighed upon me. Though we had hardly had our chance, I felt a profound loss over Joe. He might have been my hottest adventure.
The scented bar provided deeper satisfaction. I whisked over my hard nipples, mewling at the accumulating froth. A rich lather streamed to my stomach, then tapered to my pussy. That trickling downpour brought pleasure. These diversions easily consumed me. I became lost in a tantalizing train of thought.
The shower curtain abruptly snapped back, startling me. Joe stood before me, stark naked.
My choked cry couldn't climb past the lump lodged in my throat. He supplied me that final segment of the puzzle. His cock, roughly nine inches in length, stretched hungrily at me.
I reflected on the danger of having him with me while nude. There were no more mysteries to solve. My undraped figure provided him the answers he requested. Those brown pupils quickly noted the thick stubs I sprouted, the roundness of my breasts, and that I was entirely shaved.
He hastily entered the shower, bearing a raw expression. Getting down to business seemed his top priority. Before I could complete my gasp, his powerful arms surrounded me and dragged me tightly to that wall of sheer muscle. His mouth covered mine, suppressing my next outburst. His tongue slid into me and whipped me into a frenzy. He groped me passionately, awakening every cell with his masterful grip. Rotating his hips, he pressed his enormous boner against me. The flat of my stomach snagged its taut skin.
His capacity to fully arouse me again prompted the question of his age. How could a young guy know how to effectively excite a woman? He displayed a skill and style that defied that theory.
Other questions came to mind. Was Cheryl wise to his barging into the bathroom while I was indisposed? Was her ear to the wall, attuned to our frantic sobs?
Joe's tongue, probing me, diluted that fear. Not a single shred of concern survived its brutal pass. There was a rapid corrosion of will power. He thoroughly explored the insides of my cheeks, paring down my defenses. His investigation induced woozi-ness.
God! Just when I was prepared to honor my word to Cheryl, Joe rewrote the scene. I couldn't possibly abide by that extracted vow. Breathlessly, I surrendered to him.
My hands, frozen behind him, came to life. I swept up and down his powerful back, savoring his firm body. Joe was everything I dreamed, and more. I drooled over his rugged form. My fingers trembled on his manly contours. I stopped at his compact rump, and enclosed it.
We swayed together beneath the lukewarm spray. The water's temperature began to drop, but we were on fire.
I craved his big dick. Intuitive to that need, he moved away to facilitate my clasp. My fingers curled around that thick shaft. I thumbed the large vein of his underside, detecting its wild pulse. He slipped through my soapy fist, getting slicker by the stroke.
Foam accumulated on his cock. He swooped through my tight coil, groaning as though fucking it. A bubbly conglomeration dripped from that huge bone.
He peered at my smooth snatch. His large thumb drifted up and down its split, spurring my ooze. Love sap filtered from my hot, jittery core. He stuck a finger into me. I jerked in his embrace, struggling for air. He pumped my wet squish slowly, enjoying its spongy feel. His inspection felt good. I moaned from his extensive reach. When he withdrew, my cunt juice glazed his digit.
Our breathing was labored. Our sexual apparatus was on a collision course. There was no averting it.
He hoisted my lust-plagued body and pinned it to the tiled wall. His dick arched heavily upward. Suspended from the ground, I panted. His brown pupils, fixed upon me, never broke contact.
He took me fast, before I could think twice. I moaned as he sank into my wet, wanting crevice. He resisted checking his aim. One thrust, and he nailed me. He gave me the whole thing in his first, exhilarating push. I was ready for it, too.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, as that soapy cock disappeared between my legs. He smoothly sliced into me. My eyes grew moist, then curved up into their sockets. My teeth closed when he met bottom. Joe went deeper than anyone else. He soaked his bloated knob in hot, juicy pulp.
"Christ," he muttered in my face. His boyish features crinkled from the crush of my pussy. He hadn't anticipated such a tight fit. "Oh, yeah, baby. Yeah."
He winded me with that initial thrust, then steadily sawed into me. He kept me elevated, pressing me to the ceramic. It felt incredible. Instantly, I responded, fucking him back. I concentrated on snaring that manly cock. I willed my muscles to enclose him. The corners of his mouth twitched from my efforts. A mist covered his brown pupils. His Adam's apple quivered.
"Squeeze me," he commanded, coming at me until our groins were flush. "Yeah. Do it."
I wrapped him in a wet, warm cunt. He moved through me in waves, fucking me slowly, sweetly. I tried to capture the moment-embed it into memory. Although I tried pleasuring him, its splendor overwhelmed me. I responded to that hard dick, enjoying its penetration. Separating his enjoyment from mine was futile; they blended into one.
I moaned. The sensation of taking that huge cock was much too lush. He plunged into me, with balls smacking. Their slap echoed in the stall. My toes curled, my wits scrambled. Our mouths remained locked while our tongues bridged the gap.
Those large, manly hands took possession of my hips and had me accepting his full measure. He crammed every inch into my soaked cunt, making me feel his furious excitement. My lips rounded as he drove it to the hilt. His balls bulged at my sopping entrance as he fought to submerge every bit. I welcomed the agonizing crunch.
"Yes," I murmured, "fuck me. Oh, yeah. Fuck me."
I couldn't prevent the involuntary tightness that greeted his incoming shaft-my body functioned of its own accord. His rock-hard thing plowed into my drenched pussy. He ground himself in my snug, moist center, squeaking against my quaking walls. Back and forth he went, until the pleasure spread through me. An exquisite current crackled, jolting my system. He elicited my abandoned sobs and groaned in kind.
Orgasm struck like lightning, wiping me out. I wasn't remotely prepared for that sapping charge. Joe's lips pressed to mine, catching my scream. I wailed down his throat, thrashing against the wall. He grappled to retain our connection while I climaxed.
Before I began to recover, the gush of hot jism flooded my snatch. His hot cum poured into me. His cock jerked in my cunt as his creamy fluid accumulated. His arms tightened around me, his hands fastened to my ass. We remained as such until he finished cumming.
I had no recollection of when my feet touched the floor. I was a shuddering wreck, drained of energy. Icy water fell on me, yet couldn't cool my body. Fever raged through me long after I could reopen my eyes.
Joe gave me a long, soulful kiss before leaving the shower. I vaguely remembered his departure. Slumped against the wall, I was in no condition to move nor analyze. The fog of sex lingered with me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I saw the position offered on the bulletin board when hurrying down the hall later that morning. A spot in the mail room had opened-perhaps not the most glamorous at my office, but at least a foot in the door. I skimmed the qualifications: some previous experience desired, or a recent college graduate.
Joe, I thought, my lips curving. Joe!
I went to work in a dreamy frame of mind. Our hot sex in the shower put a big smile on my face. Joe nicely pulled it off. Cheryl, confident her brother had gone to eat, went to her room for clothes. He snuck in, did me and slipped out of the apartment before she completed dressing. Cheryl never saw a thing.
I eventually recuperated from my pleasantly dazed state. There was no mistake about it. Joe "wowed" me. Hot, spontaneous sex in the shower-what an introduction!
The guy was phenomenal. I jotted down the information, and containing my secret delight, left.
"A job?" Cheryl echoed. "At your place?"
My idea drew static. I had rehearsed my argument long before my presentation that evening. "Why not? It's definitely an opportunity. Guys in the mail room have the finger on a company's pulse. They know what's happening and where things are going. They interact with every department. I wouldn't turn my nose at it."
Joe, nodding, bought into it. "Hey, I'd like to give it a shot."
Cheryl mildly protested. She wasn't quite for it. "Dad paid big bucks to send you to college. Don't grab the first thing that comes your way."
"I've been on a few interviews," he mentioned. "Most of them haven't panned out. Perhaps this will."
"What's the salary range?" Cheryl asked, looking somewhat apprehensive. She pursed her lips. "I don't want my brother working for peanuts."
I smacked her on the arm. "Get real, sweetheart. It's entry level. They're not going to pay a fortune. Let Joe obtain some experience, get recognized. If a particular department-likes him, it might extend another opportunity later. He'll get noticed, that's for sure."
Cheryl remained ambivalent. I could tell the possibility of our working for the same organization bothered her. She sighed heavily after somber contemplation. "I suppose there's no harm in investigating it. They might not choose you."
Cheryl underestimated her brother's attractiveness to my firm. A young guy straight out of school appeared ideal. I knew the manager well, and predicted a positive outcome. My roommate, however, insisted upon deluding herself. Perhaps that was her method of dealing with it.
I carefully masked my emotions. My assistance had to look nonprofitable. If she found a purpose, our relationship would immediately start to decay.
Joe winked at me. I tried avoiding him, but he was much too easy on the eyes. I returned the heat of his smile without triggering any warning signals in Cheryl.
Cheryl's boyfriend, Brian, disbanded the tension. His arrival couldn't have been better timed. He swaggered through the door in a leather jacket, tight jeans and a T-shirt that vividly defined his brawny chest. His blond hair was slicked back and the pair of sunglasses afforded him enhanced virility.
Totally in character, he flashed a cocky grin.
"Hi, doll," he greeted me, snapping gum.
"Hey, Bri. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. I've got my Harley parked outside. Figured Cheryl might want to go for a spin with me."
Cheryl brightened at the prospect. The thrill of high speed travel, amplified by some defying maneuvers through city traffic, propelled her exit. A reckless addict, she loved the brand of stunts her daredevil boyfriend served up. She regarded me closely before hooking her boyfriend's arm. "Behave."
Brian guffawed. "Hey, don't be so tough, baby. He's got to learn somewhere." He punctuated his comment with a knowing wink.
"He's not going to practice on my roommate," she snipped, her eyes resting on me. "Isn't that right?"
"Are you suggesting I hand out free lessons?" I deadpanned, fearlessly meeting her warning glance.
Brian, laughing, slapped Cheryl on the ass. "Come on, we're out of here. If you're good, I'll let you drive."
Cheryl ceased harping on it and hustled. The lure of his motorcycle squelched her argument. Snatching her leather jacket, she bid us farewell. The roar of Brian's engine and the screech of tires signaled their departure.
Within moments, Joe and I found ourselves alone.
For the first few minutes, I was speechless. My heart pounded wildly. My emotions ran hot and cold. I wanted to rip off his clothes and launch another sex session, yet repressed the urge.
Joe, exhibiting a disobedient smile, started toward me. I could feel his horny vibrations. "Hold it!" I motioned, wishing some breathing space. "What happened this morning was pleasantly unexpected, but-"
"Pleasant?" he mocked. "You looked dazed when we were through."
His insolence annoyed me. "Don't flatter yourself, baby. You weren't that great a fuck."
"Liar." Those strong arms swept me into a hot, inescapable embrace. His lips went to mine, then his tongue defeated me. His kiss was potent and disarming. Adding to the difficulty, his touch held spark. I could not contest its scope. His hand encompassed my tit. My panties were soaked. I oozed, relishing every second we were linked.
I began to retreat, but was dragged to his muscled body. His solid chest smashed my boobs. Gripping me by the ass, he pulled me forward and had me feeling his swollen cock. I moaned aloud, letting it burrow into my susceptible body. He invalidated my claim within seconds.
Oh, God, I thought. Joe could move the earth.
The erosion of my will power began. Surrendering to him totally had not been my intention. We were well beyond the initial phase of our attraction. I rocked on my heels, permitting myself to be thoroughly probed by that tongue. Joe's skill amazed me. I couldn't dispute his flair for exciting me.
When he withdrew, I was winded. I hadn't envisioned that tactic. That kiss lit a fire. I resolved to be more careful in the future. "Look," I said, huffing, "your sister doesn't want this."
Grinning devilishly, he challenged my statement. "Why not?"
I groped for something to sell him. Joe wasn't dumb. "It makes her feel uncomfortable-He winked at me. "Tough shit." I shook my head. "Please, Joe. Respect her feelings. Don't rub your prowess in her face."
"Cheryl's a big girl. She can handle it. Besides, it's none of her business whom I bone." He smashed himself against me again, forcing me to acknowledge the throbbing beast inside his pants. His hands immobilized me, leaving no avenue of escape. My tits, sensitive from the pressure he applied, tingled. "Don't deny yourself, baby. Have some more."
"Oh, God," I sobbed. Further corrosion frayed my nerves. Combating it proved futile. My strength was on the wane. His large hand, spanning my trembling butt cheeks, held me fast. That impressive basket rubbed me into a passionate state.
My bedroom was within dragging distance. He led me there in a daze. The light in the front room seeped into the cool darkness of the room. I vaguely recalled being lifted and set on the bed. I had no sense of gravity.
He parted my lips with his tongue, then explored me a second time. Moaning, I didn't protest his wriggling exploit. Joe's kisses heated me up. We needed to tear off our clothes to cool off.
He stroked my hot, sexy body. His demanding clasp stirred me. My pussy instantly tightened, anticipating him. His fondling increased my temperature. He slipped under my T-shirt and took a handful of tit. My nipple swelled against his moving palm. My teeth closed when he took that eraser-like extension between his thumb and index finger. His resulting tweak elicited my sharp gasp.
His tongue continued to drill me, dulling my awareness. He made it patently clear that our morning session had been a mere appetizer, while our second coupling would be more of a memorable event.
Without looking, I caressed his hard-on. I outlined its massive shape through the thin material of his shorts. Joe outgrew them rapidly, protruding from their confines. I brushed the hair of his inner thighs, perceptively jolting him. He groaned.
I still couldn't believe how large he was. Nine inches of male power belonged to him.
We rearranged ourselves on the bed without detaching. Uninhibited, I straddled him. I lowered myself onto the lump in his shorts, then grounded myself. His rigid cock caused my pussy to soak with juice. I gasped, sliding back and forth. The friction intoxicated me. The hard ridge satisfied the aching void in my pussy. A burst of excitement rushed through me. My nipples further stiffened through my T-shirt. Juice gushed from the tightly coiled muscles of my snatch, deepening my arousal.
He broke our kiss. Gripping my shoulders, he forced me soundly on his cock. Tension marred his boyish face. The weight of his desire showed. "Want me to really warm you up?" he hoarsely asked.
I caught his meaning and regained my voice. "Yeah. Oh, yeah." I yanked off my T-shirt. My tits flounced before him, nipples pink and appetizing. I saw lust for those stiff peaks in his eyes.
He enclosed my boobs, savoring their softness. His hands shook, adding to my stimulation. I inhaled deeply, purring from his tremulous embrace. Those urgent digits streamed over my mammoth breasts, completely capturing them.
In reaction to his luxurious handling, I massaged that stiff thing sticking through his shorts. A wet spot on my panties developed into a soaked patch. I vented him a steamy look while writhing on his lap.
"Christ, if you don't stop, I'm gonna explode," he warned. His stiff cock met the challenge of my kneading mound. His brow furrowed and his teeth clenched. Loudly gulping, he swooped at my thick stub. His lips enveloped it, then came his swirling assault.
My eyelids fluttered at the onset of sweet suction. He throttled my nub while stuffing his face. Around its pink border he went, puckering my billowy tit. He drew all he could into his mouth.
"God, Joe," I whimpered, creaming against his shaft. "Suck it, baby. That's it. Suck my tit."
My hand dropped to his crotch. His big dick stretched the thin material of his shorts. I followed his giant shape with my finger, then wanted him out. Hooking the expandable band, I pulled down his shorts. His bulb peeked out of his boxers. My lips curved at the tent he made. Joe's chest rose and fell as my nails traveled over his cock and balls. His breathing became worse when I lowered his underwear and that thing sprang out. Pre-cum seeped from the tip.
Positioned beneath the jutting lip of his knob, I flicked my thumb. Another creamy pearl surfaced from the aggravated slit.
"Jesus," he muttered.
He channeled his excitement into mouthing my tit. Saliva trickled from the corner of his quaking lips. At the same time, he took possession of my swiveling buns and clutched them. His teeth scraped against my trapped nipple.
I moaned while lightly clasping his shaft. I whisked from its fat base to its purplish tip, twisting and squeezing. He throbbed in my fist, primed for action. A white glob leaked from his cumhole. Bending, I slurped it clean. He abruptly inhaled and shuddered as I polished his cock-bulb. I liked hearing his hoarse reaction.
Joe impatiently got rid of my shorts so he could get his mouth on my pussy. A few tugs later, I was bare-assed. He opened my legs and stuck his head between them. "I'm thirsty," he muttered before attaching his lips. His tongue reached far into me. My vision clouded as he wiggled to his limit.
I moaned as he sucked me. My pussy juice flowed into his mouth. My pink flesh disengaged at his persistent motion. Licking about, he gleaned the honey from my flaps. Cupping my buttocks, he hauled me to his hot pucker. Joe drank noisily from my hairless snatch, then replenished my supply with skilled movement. He included my clit in his wide, luxurious sweep.
"Oh, wow," I sobbed, arching my back. My hips jerked in his grasp, but couldn't disconnect. His clamp was uncooperative. My lips quivered as he focused on my enlarged bud. My eyes grew moist as he lingered on it. "Yes, baby. Oh, yes."
Joe, reading my pleasure, maintained the tongue action. My clit burgeoned beneath his snake-like tip, then vibrated. His unbroken contact worked me into a frenzy.
I managed to return his bloated crown to my saliva-rich mouth. I tasted his male salt when drawing upon him. Joe groaned, then pushed more into my mouth. His dick sank into my throat. He had so much, I could scarcely believe it. Relaxing those muscles, I swallowed him. My chin rested on his balls. I hummed around that immersed cock, driving him wild.
We enjoyed some intensive oral play. I soaked him for a while, then wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled. His slick member sawed through my fist, throbbing hard. Gazing at the valley between my spread thighs, I saw his mussed hair and dark pupils. It was a stimulating view. Joe's head bobbed as he gorged himself. Perspiration covered his forehead. I leaned into his face and gave him more pussy. His resulting suction had me writhing. My cunt nectar trickled in endless reserve. His fluid operation took my breath. Joe was simply excellent.
I tried finishing him off with my sucking lips, but Joe did me first. His oral talent carried me to an all-new high. My climax lasted several electrifying minutes. His cock was hanging out of my mouth while those strong contractions robbed me of strength. My teeth scraped his taut skin. I suffered from cerebral meltdown. Getting eaten by Joe was a real brain-scramble.
Suddenly, Joe climbed on top of me. He needed to go farther in me, and his tongue wouldn't do. Those large hands held my legs apart as he knelt between them. I felt the blunt end of his cockhead as he prepared to impale me. My soaked pussy yielded to his hungry push.
I inhaled loudly while taking his nine inches. His hips shot forward for a solid delivery. Our flesh slapped, signifying a sound connection. I had to whimper. He really filled me up.
Joe's jaw dropped as he buried himself in my spongy hole. I had still been shuddering with orgasm when he plunged into my hot loins. I doubted he was prepared for that crunching fit.
Woozy with joy, I stroked the rugged definition of his smooth chest. I gazed at his tense expression. My pussy lips hugged the trunk of his cock. Before I absorbed that final section, my eyes glazed over. My naked flesh jerked frantically, tits rolling, nipples standing. My head rolled from side to side as I cried out. A second orgasm struck without warning. Joe overheated me, overloading my senses.
"Ohhhh! Oh, God!" I sputtered, sweat pouring from my brow. "Oh, Joe."
From deep within me, he experienced those cock-wrenching contractions that riddled my body. I gripped him like a vise, trying to take him with me. Joe resisted the milking clench of my snatch. He waited for my orgasm to end, then began slowly pumping me.
We stared into each other's eyes while fucking. Those brown pupils captured my attention. I recognized his fierce desire. I opened my mouth and received his limber tongue. My soft, wet pussy cushioned his animal thrusts. Joe tried to restrain himself, but the temptation to hammer me came. His fingertips sank into my butt flesh as he positioned me for maximum entry. His main bone slid into me with all his might, withdrew, then plowed into me again. His balls spanked my shaking rump.
That frantic energy invariably surfaced-that impulse to ride out our bliss. Neither of us craved delicacy. We wanted to make things happen quickly, explosively. The fireworks never stopped.
I writhed on my back, savoring his frenzied reward. I felt a hot, anxious man, fighting to stay buried. My pussy swallowed up that cock as though it couldn't get enough. It gulped him to the trunk.
His chest touched the bullet-hard tips of my boobs. I attached my lips to his throat and sucked, listening to his gruff reply.
"Baby," he grunted, provoked by my prickling affection. "Oh, yeah, I love to be in your pussy. Christ, can't you see what you do to me? Don't you understand? This is real." He rammed me, making me feel the proof.
My shapely legs hugged him. That dick tunneled deeply into my cunt, taking the wind out of me. His groin smacked me on the rebound. His cock sliced into my snatch, driving to my molten core.
I moaned his name after each wet wallop. He made the bed creak, pounding me into it. I heard and felt the satisfactory link we established. His rock-hard dick charged into me, plying its deep massage. He scooped up my big tits and crushed them to himself. Pressed to him, I detected his galloping heartbeat. Joe was at peak excitement, puffing in my face. Feeling his stiff thing fucking me, I willfully submitted.
Joe rammed me hard, stuffing my pussy with cock. He wanted me to feel his nine inches. My answering sob told him not to stop. He gasped when my sticky cunt lips snagged the skin of his dick before he worked in that section. Lines of stress gathered before total immersion occurred.
The force of his spearing caused me to bounce off the mattress. Joe pursued his orgasm with every hammering thrust. His body glistened with sweat as he channeled his energy to that release. He grimaced, slamming into me. Squealing, I submitted to his machine-like pumping. Seeing him totally flustered, on the edge, almost got me off. I committed myself to his pleasure.
"Do it," I moaned. "Finish."
Joe sweated heavily onto me, drenching my tits and nipples. He made me greasy while deeply rooted in my cunt. His cock was soaking in hot, tingling juice. The walls of my pussy rippled around him as he plunged through. He slammed into me, exhaled roughly as he got his bearings, then gave it to me again. I suspected he was so horny, he might shoot and keep on going. Having all that male energy between my legs thrilled me.
That constant bombardment took its toll on me. My next orgasm happened with stunning force. Tony's contorted face dissolved in a flash of white. I shut my eyes, buckling beneath him. Though he jolted my entire body, Tony prolonged my cock supply. He kept delivering the goods. A strong dick bridged me to him.
"See," he croaked during my daze, "you don't want it to stop."
"Christ!" I gritted my teeth, grinding my sopping mound to his stem at the peak of climax. "Ohhhh." My clit crackled with electricity.
Blindly, I seized his flexing buttocks. My nails dug into his flesh, willing him to cum. I wanted him to join me in the worst way.
Somehow, Joe fought shooting. I thought the cum churning in his balls would squirt in my pussy, but it didn't. Instead, he lifted me on top of him. The angle he took me changed with no announcement. His powerful hands facilitated my arrangement until I sat on his sturdy thighs. Gravity brought our groins together. I came on his lap, my ass quivering against his balls.
"Oh, my God," I squealed, arching my back. I aimed my nipples at the ceiling while riddled with madness. My tits bounced over his heaving chest. "Oh, Joe. Oh, baby. Yeah."
I slid up and down his shaft, taking what I needed to finish. The whole scene was more than I could digest. We fed upon each other's enthusiasm, riding it out.
Joe withstood my fiery climax with his load intact. He may have lost some pre-cum, but saved most of it. I didn't try to rush him. Creaming on that hard dick temporarily exhausted me.
"I love watching you cum," I heard him say when the blood ceased roaring in my ears. "You get so intense. Listening to you moan is really hot, too." He clasped me tightly, dragging me to his granite foundation. Accepting that cock caused me to moan louder, breathe harder. His balls ballooned under my shaking butt cheeks. "Let's see if you can't get some more out of it, baby," he muttered, sweating.
"Ohhhh," I sobbed, humping him.
"Yeah, take more of it.. .get all you can."
My hot squish caught his burrowing cock. Bursts of color appeared before me. Though lightheaded, I continued.
He swallowed hard, his wits scattered as I sank on his solid core. The sensation was indescribable. My pussy wetly enclosed him, its temperature roasting. His fingers dug into my ass, pulling me toward him. He wanted me to feel it up to my womb. "That's it, Deb. Move your ass, baby, move your sweet ass."
He studied my delirious expression, my head sloped in a wanton daze. My heavy breasts thudded, while salty beads of perspiration flung onto him.
"I want to keep you inside me," I whispered, revealing my thoughts aloud.
He enclosed my nipple with his thumb and forefinger, wringing it of moisture. My gratified cry told him it felt great.
I fucked him hard, rising and falling until my knees failed me. I lurched and we fell off the bed, landing in the tangle of sheets and pillows. Positioned on our sides, Joe's dick was very much implanted. He exerted muscle to forcibly keep us joined.
I writhed, enjoying his demanding press. As I watched the thick shaft disappear, a tremendous tension filled my groin as though I were crammed to capacity. I fondled his cum-packed balls as they tapped me. He moved faster, urgency propelling his pleasure-giving cock. His strong and sure strokes enabled me with joy.
Then, without my prompting, he parted my smooth pussy lips to expose my swollen clit. Splintered cries tore from my throat as he rubbed me with his thumb. He jiggled me faster, then punctuated my sobs with a forceful thrust. Hard cock plowed into my snatch. I slammed against him, his firm chest acting as my cushion. I came so hard, my vocal cords were strained.
"Oh no!" I whimpered. "Not again. Not so soon."
He held me fast as I struggled with a powerful seizure. Gravity didn't unite us; his hand did. He pulled me to his body, pushing his dick deeper into my pussy. No matter how twisted I became, he made certain I would not escape his thumb. He felt my smooth ass cheeks shiver against him as he agitated my love button. He delighted in making me cum. With his other hand he sampled my lush nudity, stroking my inflamed nipples, then my smooth skin.
Sheathed in that hot clutch of flesh, he pumped me until I was mentally in shambles. He jammed my middle with cock and balls pummeling my senses until he became overtaken by the urge to spurt in my hot cunt.
"I'm gonna cum," he huskily advised before inundating me with jism. He said other things, but a guttural cry drowned his words out. Joe's handsome features became misshapen during his frenzied discharge. "Oh, fuck! Arghh. Arghh."
I welcomed his warm, flooding deposit. I savored the heavy gush between my thighs, along with the twitching. His thick member jerked until he fully relieved himself of that burden.
Neither of us could move for several minutes. Joe wore me out, and I him. We gasped in the dark, trying to recover. He clasped my hand and cuddled with me. The moment seemed almost too comfortable, as though completely natural.
Were we destined to be together? Was Joe really my Mr. Right? What would he cost me in terms of friendships?
I didn't want to know the answers to those questions.
CHAPTER EIGHT
My dream came true: Joe got the mailroom job. My instincts had been on target. His clean-cut image, winning smile and smooth personality impressed the department manager. He was slated to begin that following Monday.
I expected to celebrate with him and Cheryl, but was reminded of our Friday double-date. Apparently, my roommate had gone through the trouble of phoning Tony and arranging the affair. It appeared her efficiency stemmed from an obvious purpose.
Cheryl picked my clothes, too. She rummaged through my closet for my most seductive pieces, a low-cut silk blouse with a short black skirt and six-inch spikes. She countered my foxy appearance with a body-hugging, shoulderless black dress. The raised hem barely hid her pubes. I didn't realize such an outfit existed in her wardrobe until she strutted out of her room with an exaggerated bounce.
Her scheme held little surprise. She even sent Joe to the movies, I learned, with an extra ten for dinner. Neatly disposing of her brother, she set about making it a night none of us would soon forget.
The boys arrived on time, looking spiffy. Tony donned a black T-shirt that drew attention to his large biceps and powerful forearms. I licked my lips at his huge basket, emphasized by a pair of tight jeans. Brian wore a button-down shirt halfway undone. His bronzed chest and mass of copper-colored curls gave me an appetite. His equipment was well-framed in his khaki pants, too.
Cheryl broke out a bunch of new CDs. The latest hits rocked our apartment. Snapping her fingers and moving her hips, she got into a "party" mood. "Come on, Deb. Dance for these men."
Since she insisted upon being secretive about the evening's agenda, I didn't know what was coming off. We wildly gyrated, letting the music's beat carry us. When Cheryl bent over and her bare ass hung out, I figured things were going to quickly get out of hand.
I supposed I should have known when Cheryl neglected to include panties with my sizzling ensemble, shit was going to happen. She usually struck a match and lit a fire when it was needed.
My tits weren't about to stay inside my blouse. They jiggled and threatened to fly out. I didn't make a special effort to keep them tucked in. I shook my ass, turning around, and gave those boys a special show. Sitting on the sofa and big overstuffed chair, they clapped and whistled and egged me on. I gave each of them a hard-on. Their boners bulged plainly from their pants.
I loved receiving instant feedback from my audience.
Cheryl also threw herself into the role of temptress. She danced like a feline in heat, swerving her body from man to man. A sultry smile brightened her face. Her hem rose up her slim thighs, beyond the danger point. The men immediately noticed the brown fur, the pink lips, and started to drool.
"Yeah, baby," Brian applauded, "show us more."
Cheryl adopted his suggestion with a wink. Her eyes glittered from Brian to Tony, settling upon the latter. She danced into his spread thighs, brushing them. Tony, slumped in the overstuffed chair, merely grinned. She swung from his one leg to the other, causing the lump in his jeans to inflate. Shamelessly, she flirted with him. I watched those bare cheeks bounce, provoking him. She dared his large, manly hands to seize her with each tormenting shift of her hips.
"If you want it," she murmured, "come get it."
I smirked. Tony had already been in Cheryl's mouth. We shared his cock, just as we had Brian's.
Brian didn't wait for me to do my stint. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I fell on his strapping thighs with a giggle. My tits swelled from the confines of my skimpy top, covered with sweat. Rawly, he stared at them. His blue eyes sparkled with lust. Cupping the back of my head, he steered me to his lips. We kissed open-mouthed, using our tongues.
Brian swiftly aroused me. My nipples, thick and hard, jutted through my blouse. He caressed my thighs, then slipped under my skirt. I shivered as that large thumb negotiated my hairless mound. He explored my damp folds carefully while we made out. His finger traced my wet crack before attempting to probe it.
My tongue left his mouth, then my teeth came together. I abruptly exhaled when his heavy digit sank into my cunt. In and out he went, becoming sticky. "God," I whimpered, responding to his sly operation.
Brian studied my expression as he sawed into my snatch. The scent of excited pussy wafted. His agitation made me juicier. Draping an arm around him, I hugged my curvaceous form closer.
"Feels good, huh?" he whispered. "Not as much as the real thing, though."
I teethed Brian's ear lobe. My lick changed his breathing. "Nothing compares to it," I murmured. Streaming through the fuck carpet covering his chest, I found his nipple and applied my wet tongue.
"Yeah," Brian groaned, loving the chills I fed him. I stroked the bulge in his khakis. His dick had grown to its awesome size. I imagined pre-cum moistened its tip.
I glanced at Cheryl. Her dress was gone, flung to the side. Her nipples stood at attention, rock solid. Tony's pants were open, his dick swaying in the air. She continued dancing for him, meaningfully moving her hips.
Tony framed Cheryl's ass with his hands. Her rump was baby-soft. He separated those cheeks until her slick lips split. Moaning, she rotated in his clasp. The need to slide into her cunt propelled him. He steered his bulbous head to that sticky opening, then pushed.
"Oh, God," Cheryl whimpered as it went in. "Ohhhh."
The thrill of swapping boyfriends sent us into a frenzy. We hadn't done it for some time. In the past, we stayed with our respective partners for the first half, then switched. Cheryl apparently wanted Tony from the start. She claimed him without previous discussion. I didn't mind; I had Brian, and he was equally hot.
Tony fucked Cheryl's pussy, sawing in and out of it. Once captured, he savored her squishy pull. She yanked on him while moving her hips. He gasped. "Brian, your girlfriend's pussy is so wet, it's saying beautiful things."
"Yeah," he said while I played with his cock. "I can hear it."
Tony became lost in Cheryl's engulfing heat. "Yeah, baby," he grunted, tunneling into her, "let's set off the fireworks. Me and you."
We perfumed the air with snatch. Brian opened my cunt lips with a twist, sinking a finger in the hole. He met no resistance. It conceded to his push.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, shivering. "Ohhhh."
He studied my face while probing my inviting squish. My eyes glittered and my lips formed a ring as. he explored my soaked crevice. My hips moved to accommodate him. Back and forth my ass jerked as I fucked his finger. I gripped his hairy forearm in the heat of passion, trying to steady myself.
Cheryl sobbed as Tony pumped her. He crammed himself between her legs, watching himself vanish. Those juicy lips would not release him. He felt himself getting sucked to the bottom. Even when he reversed direction, she drew him to her soaked core. His balls struck her butt cheeks repeatedly, returning the pleasure she gave. Moaning, she squeezed him in return.
"I like fucking your girlfriend," Tony, sweating, muttered to Brian.
"I like sticking my finger up yours, too."
I unfastened Brian's belt, then undid the top button of his pants. My anticipation mounted. The tremors in his body influenced me.
Brian continued fingering me. I produced fascinating wet sounds. "You're so wet, baby. So fucking wet." He groaned while pumping my slippery hole.
His dick swelled to giant proportions. I had difficulty unzipping him. The metal tag vehemently refused to go over the cumbersome roll that tented his front. I flattened my palm over that huge lump and finally crossed it. After several tugs, I made it to the other side. When I slipped a hand into the opening to remove him, he groaned.
"Yeah, baby," he said. "Take it out."
I grew even more excited while running it briskly through my fist. My pussy tightened around his embedded finger. "Tonight, this is mine."
"Bullshit." Cheryl disconnected herself from Tony. Her pussy smarted from the vacuum his departure created, but her need for a share of the goods outweighed that loss. "I want some of him, too."
Brian was amused that two delectable females would fight over his equipment. "Both of you can do me."
Cheryl confiscated Brian from me. Eagerly, she took him in her grasp. Weak from the reach of Brian's finger, I relinquished his cock. The longer Cheryl handled it, the hornier she got. He was a whole lot of man. She choked with desire, prepared to do him right.
Brian didn't comment. Barely controlling his heavy breathing, he gasped as her fingers curled about his dick.
I exhaled sharply as he twisted his finger in my cunt. I was totally saturated.
Cheryl's tongue extended, then gave him a sapping lick. She savored his clean, manly taste. "There's plenty to go around."
Brian trembled as she moistened his cock with her limber tip. Hot saliva slashed him from bulb to stem. He buckled in his seat, enjoying its snake-like flicker. He threw his head back and gasped.
Tony set his sights on my quivering buttocks. With Brian's finger in my snatch, Tony reasoned that my ass-hole would do nicely. He anticipated its warm crush. Slick from Cheryl's juice, he was prepared to take my sweet ass.
Tony spread my cheeks. They opened, revealing my pink anus. He guided his plump head to it. A pearl of cum oozed from the tip. He stroked his cock, then stuck the helmet into my puckering hole.
I whimpered from his entrance, yet issued no complaint. More of him sank into my receptive orifice. Brian did not take out his finger. Tony must have felt him from the other side as he filled my rectum.
"Yeah," he gasped, driving it to the hilt. My butt hole gripped him, pinching his veins. I heard his audible gulp. "Christ, does that feel good."
My face dropped to Brian's hairy stomach. I clawed at his rough thighs while Tony crammed that last bit into me. My pupils curved into my whites while I adjusted to his anal invasion.
Brian enjoyed my visual response. I took all Tony had to give and appeared to love it. When Cheryl's mouth came down, his eyes glazed over. His dick rolled over her wet tongue and eased into her throat.
I sobbed. Brian fingered my pussy while Tony pumped my butt. The back and forth motion stirred me. The area Tony covered from behind felt great, too. His cock created satisfying suction.
"Fuck my ass," I murmured, then gazed at Brian's handsome face. "Oh, God. He's so fucking thick, he's splitting me in half."
Brian grinned, but Cheryl's fast tongue wiped it away. "Is it too much for you, baby?"
"No, I love it."
Cheryl liked having Brian's big dick pointing in her face. She lazily lapped it, tormenting him. Her tip curved around that mushroomed head, slashing beneath the overhanging rim, then vibrated the vein of his underside. She pursed her lips, then surrounded his cockhead. He vanished in her anxious pucker. Hot, bubbly saliva engulfed him.
"Jesus," he groaned, clearly overcome.
His dick fit smoothly in Cheryl's mouth. She applied a slick, bubbly coat. She drew him deeply into her cavity, descending his ample length. Blowing him thoroughly excited her. Spittle oozed down his shaft, trickling to his balls. She gobbled it up, awakening every vein she dabbed. Rubbing him furiously in her oral clasp clearly battered his senses. He pulsed inside her mouth, drenched with tingly spit. She encouraged his agony with her zapping suck. He throbbed between her lips until nearing his explosion. He buckled violently in his seat, yet did not spew.
"Mmmmm," she hummed against that tasty mouthful of Brian. Her lips dove over that solid manly swell. She coasted to his pubic thatch. "Mmmmm."
Through half-opened eyes, Brian watched his cock disappear. Cheryl made short work , , of its inflated dimensions. Seeing those lips slide over him, putting it away, made him groan. "Oh, God. Jesus." He shut his eyes and his head went back. Her tongue raced over his cock, giving him the chills.
I recovered from my initial daze and leaned toward Brian so I could stick my tongue in his mouth. I yearned to simultaneously feed upon his rush. He exhaled slowly while I roamed. My thumbs revolved around his nipples, heightening his bliss.
Tony jammed my ass-hole. My rectal embrace supplied him enormous pleasure. He was glad not to have drawn my protest. Stopping would have been difficult.
Violent pulsations originated at the base of Brian's cock and traveled to its saliva-rich knob. Cheryl pulled on him with her velvety lips, wiping the excess from his cock. Her sucking seemed vastly appreciated. She drew even harder on it, accelerating its beat.
After several feverish moments, her lips released him. Webs of saliva continued to attach them. They broke as she wiggled back.
Cheryl scooped up her tits. Brian stared at the pebble-hard nipples. Bunching them together, she pointed those pink nubs at him. She moaned while squeezing them. Manipulating them caused her lust to increase.
"I want you to fuck them," she told her boyfriend.
A grin spread across his face. "Sure."
She secured him in her billowy softness. His dick looked cozy. He pulsed in her groove. Playfully, she jerked. His wet cock moved against her flesh. Her saliva served as the perfect lubrication. She tugged the skin of his cock. "Your dick feels so hot," she panted. "It's burning inside my cleavage."
Brian studied those hard nipples circling before him. She wrapped him tighter. Her flesh clung to him. Her tits held him fast. He savored their pull.
I angled myself over Brian's face, dragging Tony with me. He stayed in my ass. My large breasts dangled over Brian. "I want you to suck mine."
"Bring them down."
I descended upon his mouth. Brian licked my thick stubs. He circled one, supplying me more suction. Eventually, he drew upon it with everything he had.
My lips curved. Tony's anal spearing and Brian's sucking made for a delightful balance.
Cheryl observed his cock sliding through her cleft. He became more purplish as she stroked him. The head turned an angry color.
Brian's muscled thighs were thrown apart. He slammed his heels to the floor while Cheryl rhythmically pulled on him. His dick yawned through her massaging boobs. My nipples came to him, one at a time. He gladly tasted them.
"Isn't this fun, guys?" Cheryl asked. "It's just like old times. We don't do this nearly enough."
Cheryl aligned her mouth with the purplish head of his cock. Brian's inflamed member emerged from her satin cranny, ready for gobbling. Her lips swooped over that tasty bulb and sucked, while the rest of him received a massage.
Tony's breathing became harsher. He was close to cumming. My ass-hole clenched him. He groaned from its overwhelming clasp, unable to maintain his pace. Prolonging his splendor seemed inconceivable.
"I'm going to shoot," he warned.
"Pull out and cream over her ass-hole,"
Cheryl instructed.
"Yeah," I said, feeling it happen. Tony was pulsating in my narrow channel. I could feel his ecstasy climb. "Splash onto my butt cheeks."
Tony abruptly withdrew, then seized his cock. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, stroking it. He directed his enlarged bulb at my shapely buns. He held them apart with his other hand. "Arghh. Arghh."
Cheryl watched his jism squirt. He jetted over my exposed anus. Cum spewed over that opening until it was completely inundated. Tony's jaw dropped while he spent himself. His entire body shook from that violent release. After the sum of his excitement gushed out of him, he fell on his side, breathing hard.
Cheryl, ending her gape, resumed tonguing Brian. He stared off into space while she escalated both suction and kneading. She stuffed her face with as much cock as possible, then took him through those velvet cushions.
"I know my tits aren't as big as Debbie's, but they do the job," Cheryl murmured. "Do you like it when I put them around your cock?"
Brian grew sweaty. "I think I'm going to cum."
"Do it on her tits," I insisted. "Jizz on them.
Shower her with cum."
Brian stuffed himself back into Cheryl's mouth. Her scalding drool caused his temperature to spike.
"Now," I commanded. "Now."
"Ughhh!" Brian yelled, his eyes rolling up into their sockets. His chin went high. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Hot jism splashed onto Cheryl's tits. She shivered, letting it accumulate. Some landed on her nipples, while the rest sprinkled her face.
I kissed his neck. "That was exciting, and made me wet."
Cheryl ran her fingertips through his spent juices, spreading the warm cum. She moaned, wiping it all over herself. She swirled it about her nipples, then flicked them with her cummy fingers.
Brian shuddered as Cheryl played with his white stuff. He didn't regain his breath for several moments. He alternated between her and dropping his head back on the chair.
I enclosed his partially deflated cock. "You've got to stay hard for us, baby. We need to keep this hard. You've got to fuck us."
"Wake up, Tony," Brian kidded, "I need some backup. These girls are going to wear me out."
Tony roused from his stupor. "Sure thing." He crawled over to Cheryl and divided her legs. Her juicy snatch was ready for some tongue. Gladly, he gave it.
"Oh yeah," she purred as it wiggled into her. "Lick me. Lick me good."
The taste of pussy resuscitated him. Tony gulped her trickling nectar. Cheryl shivered against his trained tip. He enjoyed her tangy excitement.
I massaged Brian. He thickened in my grasp. My lips curved in satisfaction. My fist filled with the necessary hardness.
Cheryl, distracted by Tony's slurps, curled up beside Brian and bestowed him with kisses. She was content receiving head.
Stroking him, I restored Brian to a rigid state. He ballooned in my clasp. I got on his lap and prepared to ride him. I sat on his coarse thighs. His big dick, standing upright, looked ready to go. I opened my pussy lips with a finger, then pinned them back. My slick noises captured his interest. His eyes were riveted to my moist entrance. I dipped into my snatch, priming it for him.
"Ohhhh," I moaned, finger fucking myself. I bit my bottom lip, then noisily dragged air through clenched teeth. "I can't wait to have you."
Brian, staring at my juicy cunt, longed to make the connection. "Slide down on me."
I lifted myself over his cock. Brian leaned back, bracing himself. My pussy expanded, the lips separating around his domed head. Holding my breath, I pushed down.
"Uhhhh." Still sensitive from cumming, Brian groaned. Wet snatch enveloped him. He clutched my ass, trying to regulate the amount he was getting smothered by.
I swiveled my hips, anxious for more. His cock went where his finger couldn't. That heavy shaft filled me, jamming my middle. Working my hips, more of him went into me. There was much to take.
Brian slid high into my cunt. Arching, I cried out. My nails dug into his shoulder. When my head snapped back into place, he noticed my dull look. I appeared completely sated.
"Oh, shit," I moaned, feeling that dick spread me wide. "It's so fucking big."
"Ride him, sweetheart," Cheryl gasped, woozy from Tony's furious tongue activity. "Fuck his brains out."
I totally impaled myself. Brian, lodged far in my cunt, offered a sweet rush. He pushed everything he had into it. His balls pressed into my butt cheeks. "Oh, yeah. He's in my pussy-all of him."
I lifted and dropped myself on him. My pussy caught him, then inundated him with heat and moisture. The friction was awesome. He loved the way it grabbed him. My juices trickled down his shaft, dampening his balls. He was deeply entrenched.
"Oh, God," I whimpered, sending my pussy down. "Fuck me. Fuck me good. Oh, yes. I love it. More."
I rocked on his lap, provoking him. He delved into my warm, seething hole. He met my descent, stuffing me with solid bone.
Brian felt Cheryl's tongue return. She lapped his balls and the wedge of cock that emerged from me. I sobbed as my girlfriend licked me, too.
Our flesh slapped in sweaty profusion. Brian's breath quickened as he focused all his energies on the delicious sensation in his groin. He elevated his cock, stabbing into me.
Cheryl cleaned us with her vigorous tongue. Slurping sounds reverberated between our legs. I gasped from her silky flutter. She knew precisely where to lick, how to heat things up.
Tony continued to rinse Cheryl's pussy with saliva. He clamped that tasty mound and sucked. Her sugary juices filled his mouth. He concentrated on her clit, trying to make her cum.
Brian tensed from my cuntal squeeze. He came face to face with my tits, then lowered his mouth over the erect nipples. He licked them slowly, dispatching shock waves of pleasure through me. I shook while he dragged me to his trunk.
I clenched my teeth during his intense grind. "Give it to me as hard as you can. I like it like that."
I fucked him fast and furiously, caught up in madness. Cheryl's tongue motivated me, too. I was quite conscious of her silken tip. I jerked my hips to elevate our gratification.
Brian drove himself to the limit, touching the deepest part of me. I whimpered, feeling stretched. My pussy was willing to take more. He left imprints in my ass as he joined me to his starved body.
"Do it," I urged. His dick felt hard, burrowing into my snatch. "Cum, baby. Cum in my pussy. Oh, yeah. Cum!"
Brian exploded. He lurched powerfully in my soaked confines, injecting me with his hot seed. He rammed into my quivering snatch, letting his excitement jet. An animal growl tore from his throat.
His fierce reaction set me off. I spasmed, welcoming the contractions. I shut my eyes from the fusion of color. As I shuddered and convulsed, I was aware of Brian's squirts collecting in her snatch. A gooey mass accumulated.
Cheryl sopped up the mess. Brian's jism dripped on her extended tip. Tony's quickening tongue doubled her vision. Soon, she was at the verge of a convulsion. He didn't relax. Her thighs shook around his face until the thrill he provided couldn't be ignored.
"Yeah," she said, turning red. Her features twisted in ecstasy.
She sank on her knees and elbows. Tony eyed her shaking ass as she convulsed. His cum-sticky, fat dick curved upward. Before Cheryl could reclaim her senses, he hitched himself to her. His large cockhead sank into her butt hole.
"Oh, God," Cheryl whimpered, absorbing him.
Tony gasped as he pressed himself into her crack. Sweat poured from his chest as he completed the connection. Gripping her by the waist, he began pumping her. His cock slid in and out of her puckering anus, forcing her teeth to close. I heard her prolonged gasps, then a distinct purring. A smile came to her face. Cheryl pushed back, demanding every bit of Tony.
"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, baby. Yes."
She winked at me. I saw a glimmer of Joe in her satiated expression.
Why did I have to fall for her brother?
CHAPTER NINE
Monday was a long, nail-biting day. I tried paying no notice to Joe's debut in the mail-room. Cheryl bought him a crisp white shirt and silk tie to commemorate his first, full-time job. I thought her purchases extravagant until she waved the receipt in my face. The bitch got them on clearance! It figured!
There was an electrical awareness, however, whenever I sensed Joe in the area. The static increased at his approach. My mind flipped back to those delicious moments when we were locked in each other's arms, cumming. I happily framed each instance, wondering when there would be more.
The squeaky cart wheeled by me during mail distribution. The guy training him had no clue about us. He calmly went about showing him the ropes, never glancing in my direction. I kept my back to them as best I could, deciding it was for his own good. When the danger had passed, I let out a sign of relief. The tension level was nearly more than I could handle. Having Joe in my working environment cast the office in a new and different light.
The day pushed on without regard to my personal torment. I received a surplus of ridiculous phone calls, scribbled messages by the dozens, handled problems and still typed a few letters. I remained at my desk during my lunch hour-a bad habit I'd started. Scooting back in my chair and getting a fix on things became routine.
Quitting time came and went. It flew by before I realized it. I hadn't planned on staying, it simply happened. My desk became inundated with paper. I spent a half hour sorting it into sensible piles, ranking them in importance. My co-workers wished me a pleasant evening on their way out, soon deserting the floor.
"Hey!"
Joe was suddenly at my desk. I jumped. "Damn it! Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Since they write our paychecks from the same account, I guess you better get used to it."
His boyish grin diffused my anger. I couldn't stay mad for long. "So, how did it go?"
"Why don't you ask me over a drink?"
"My, haven't we grown up," I kidded. "Your first after hours beer in the building's cocktail lounge. How cute."
"I have to give up my virginity sometime."
I elbowed him. "No sex talk in the office." In a softer voice, I said, "Save it for home. Get it?"
He winked at me. "Got it."
"I wish you and your sister could be cured of that annoying habit. I feel like cracking both of you until your eyelids won't function."
He lowered his voice several notches. "Does she.. .know about us?"
I shrugged, then rose to my feet. Joe seemed so much taller, smirking down at me. The variation in height stimulated me. Tall men were such a turn-on. "Let's go get that beer."
We strolled to the elevator station. The cleaning lady, ignorant of our true relationship, wheeled her cart and assortment of chemicals. She never gave us a second glance. The bell sounded and the elevator doors slid apart. We casually entered the cozy chamber together.
Joe took me by surprise. His arms went around me and his mouth went to my neck. The press of his warm, wanting lips afforded me a sweet rush.
"What are you doing?" I blurted before the suction came. A flurry of tingles overtook me. "Oh, God."
His hands encompassed my tits. He expertly caressed them. My nipples, rising beneath my blouse, throbbed between his thumb and forefinger. My body completely responded to him. I writhed in his embrace as he tweaked them.
"I was getting a boner in the mailroom, thinking about taking you like this," he croaked in my ear. "I wanted us to be alone, here." He shoved his stiff cock against my mound. Leisurely, he rotated his hips. He palpitated into that inflamed area. "Oh, Deb, I want you badly."
I was scarcely conscious of the fact we had begun our descent. The car headed to the main floor. Joe turned to the control panel and prepared to hit the "stop" button. I enclosed his wrist.
"No, don't," I said, coming up for air. My cheeks, I was certain, were completely flushed.
"Yeah," he croaked, rubbing his boner against me. "Here."
"Joe, this is insane," I weakly protested. "We work here."
"I've got to have some of you now."
Arguing with him was useless. He kept smashing that stiff thing into me, wearing me down. Joe held me by the ass, allowing no chance of escape. Hot chills raced through my body, making my resignation complete.
Gulping, I pressed the button to the third floor, the cafeteria. It closed after lunch and remained vacant until the morning.
We nearly tumbled from the elevator once the doors parted. Joe dragged me over to the small room, where they stored pots and cooking utensils. I slammed against the wall, gasping. Joe hadn't pushed me, I was just too excited.
He undid the buttons of my blouse. Before I could utter a sound, he eased my tit from its cup and positioned the nipple. His mouth hungrily plunged over it. I shivered from his demanding pull and moaned softly. My pussy tightened in anticipation. I felt the seepage spring from my cunt lips. Joe transferred his lips to the other nipple and brought it to life. The electrical flow was incredibly sweet.
"Mmmmmm," he hummed against my trapped flesh. "Mmmmmm." His tongue swerved, bringing it to a pronounced point.
"Oh, God," I sobbed, shaking. I perceived his urgency in those licks. He centered on my tits, loving them as he had done before. "Oh, baby, that feels so good."
Slowly, he sank to his knees. His face was level with my crotch. Those nimble fingers undid my snap. My skirt dropped from my hips, then to the floor. My panties were sopping wet. I oozed heavily into the silk material. His breath filtered through my bare flesh. He wanted to taste me. Those huge thumbs divided my snatch. Juice flowed from the crack. Joe instantly cleaned the surplus with a velvety caress.
My mouth dropped open, and I choked down a guttural scream. His initial flick, an eye-opener, deprived me of oxygen. I caused the surrounding pots and pans to rattle.
Joe drove his tongue into me. My ass twisted as I received its skillful dab. He delved into my nectar-rich pussy, slurping the moisture. My leakage ran onto his sinuous tip. He clamped my hole and sucked so ferociously, I thought I might faint. The pleasure was so acute, I actually feared passing out.
"Mmmmmm," he growled, gulping my female essence. "Mmmmm." He probed me with that wiggling thing, gliding along the tensing walls.
Moaning, I dribbled into his vacuuming orifice. He drank from my pussy, siphoning its flavor. My vision blurred as he scaled its depths. I almost doubled over from the splendor. His sucking lips enclosed my damp cunt flesh, forcing me into a stupor.
At the beginning of his oral tease, I was conscious of our surroundings. I pronounced myself insane for fucking around in the cafeteria. If someone discovered us, it could mean dismissal. Once Joe made contact with that phenomenal tongue, my concern dissolved.
"Yes," I moaned, feeding him pussy. I rocked myself to his face, gyrating my hips. "Suck me, baby. Eat it. Clean me with those sweet strokes. Eat my pussy. Lick it. Fuck me with your tongue."
He sliced through my furry ring. I watched him take huge mouthfuls of cunt. I shook and sobbed when he mouthed my snatch. Those slurps brought dizzying joy. What excited me most was that he chose to eat me. I didn't ask for it-he just dove for my muff.
My clit came alive under his lavish whips. Joe circled it slyly, waiting until my heart reached its target rate, then slashed across it with some saliva. I trembled as the bubbles popped. Those tiny explosions accentuated my bliss. His revolutions continued, spreading weakness through my loins until the contamination was done. He tongued me slowly, thoroughly. Each pass produced more nectar.
"More," I huskily pleaded. "Don't stop. Make me cum." I wanted to be licked to orgasm. That yearning nearly made me hysterical.
He complied. His mouth closed over my snatch. He sucked and lapped me nonstop. I writhed, murmuring his name. I lunged for that furious tip, desperate for the chills it generated. Combing my nails through his hair, I steered him to my hot spot.
Joe required little instruction. He knew precisely where to go. He made me jump and buckle with his satisfying whips.
I came with an intensity that left me bewildered. Joe sucked my pussy with total enthusiasm. He clamped me, drawing my flavor with each gulp.
"Oh, Joe," I whimpered. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to-ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh, yes! Oh, you sweet baby. Yes!"
He rocked my very foundation. My knees almost gave. I surrendered to the savage contractions. My tits swung madly, the nipples dripping with sweat. I gushed in his mouth, filling it with my spurting fluid. Joe drank all I had.
He grunted and availed himself of my liquefied pleasure.
I held my arms out to him. I needed to cling to his manly frame in the final stages of orgasm. Depleted of energy, I neared collapse. His chest pinned my sensitive tips. He buried his hard-on into my soft folds. I jerked my hips, aching for it. The prospect of taking that big dick into my cunt made me woozy.
I angled myself for entry. "Put it in, Joe. I'm going out of my mind."
He guided the bulbous head to my slick pussy, then pushed. Wow, he nailed me but good! He was so fucking hard, I thought he might split me in half. His cock went in slowly, giving me a chance to adjust. I wrapped my leg around his waist and leaned against the wall. He drove it home. I bit my bottom lip while taking it, then moaned. This is what it was all about! I steered myself at that monster and took it whole. It felt incredible. I smothered Joe with my hot, spongy cunt.
I sobbed. I took a cuntful of him while peering into his eyes. He reached high in my snatch, filling me up. He opened me with one thrust. I thought I would faint from excitement. He withdrew, then returned to that elevated spot.
"Oh, yeah, Deb," he muttered, "this belongs to me."
That thing knocked the wind out of me. Oh, God, what a cock! I responded to him, sliding to it. In and out he went, stuffing me to capacity.
I reached around him and cupped his ass. He flexed beneath my raking nails. He rammed me with that hard dick. I could hear our slippery connection. His body groaned with pleasure as he pumped me.
"Oh, Joe," I moaned, "I can feel you go right up my middle." My lips rounded as he drilled me. In and out he sawed, driving hard into my snatch. His balls slapped me, yet I felt nothing but absolute bliss.
My pussy loudly sucked his cock. My juicy lips squeaked as he pushed into and pulled from them. "I can hear how badly you needed this," he muttered. "Oh, yeah. Take it. Take all of me, baby. This is yours."
I barely heard him above the blood pounding in my temples. He made me moan with that beautiful cock. I hankered for those deep, satisfying strokes. He didn't slam into me, but rather glided in and out with ease. I loved his rhythm. Joe obviously felt a steady pace gave deeper satisfaction. I could do little more than hug myself to him and derive pleasure from those uniform thrusts. I concentrated on that rigid member traveling to my sodden core, triggering a barrage of sensations. He stuck me with it again and again.
"Think about all the times we're going to sneak off so I can give you this," he grunted, taking a moment to pound me into sweet senselessness. "Oh, yeah. Your pussy feels so good."
He squeezed himself into me, then drew back until all but his mushroom-shaped head remained submerged. Penetration was exhilarating. I didn't Want it to end. My pussy swallowed everything he had. All that friction, however, came with a price. I couldn't prevent the inevitable.
Dazed, I clutched him. "You're making me cum, Joe. Oh, God. I'm cumming. Ohhhh. I'm cumming!"
"Yeah," he muttered, jerking through my drenched cunt. "Let me get you there faster."
That dick came at me, with speed and confidence. I moaned as he stuffed it between my legs, making it disappear. My snatch absorbed his far-reaching thing. I could tell he was about to erupt, too. He trembled, preparing to spew.
"Oh, Joe," I screamed, forgetting our surroundings. Violent color overwhelmed me. I shut my eyes, unable to process another frame. "Oh, God."
"I'm right there, baby. I'm gonna shoot." He served me that bone. "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah."
He convulsed in my arms. My sobs drifted, mingling with Joe's guttural cries. He dug into me, unable to control himself. His orgasm was powerful. His boyish complexion became a serious mask while he poured that urgent part of himself into my pussy.
"That was totally awesome," he whispered, finishing.
His swarm of kisses revived me. Slowly, I regained my bearings. Joe got me off so quickly, I wasn't prepared for it. "It sure was."
He stayed inside me. His thumbs stroked my cheeks. "Hey, don't think I'm gonna let you get away. I'm still like a rock."
I was afraid to move. If he removed his cock, I predicted a torrent of jism could run down my legs. "We can't nans out here all night."
"Yeah, but if we go home, we'll have to deal with Cheryl."
I sighed. "We have to do something about that. She's going to figure it out sooner or later."
"I could get my own apartment," he suggested. "We could be together without her knowledge."
I shook my head. "That won't work. She might unexpectedly drop by. She's been watching us like a hawk, waiting for things to happen."
"Cheryl's a big girl, she can deal with it. I mean, what the fuck's the problem?"
I couldn't explain the intimate dimension of our relationship. Joe might be floored to learn his sister and I sucked pussy. Though he claimed to be a "man of the world," I doubted he would think it cool.
"Be patient, baby," I told him, caressing his back. "We'll come up with a solution."
He grinned. "In the meantime, get ready for Act Two."
I moaned as he began moving again. That hard cock slid back and forth, creating sparks. He began to grow inside my cum-drenched snatch. "Oh, Joe."
He pressed his thumb to my lips. I took it into my mouth, sucking it, and he pumped me.
Christ, it didn't take much to get me going again!
CHAPTER TEN
A "right time" never seemed to come that week. I anticipated my conversation with Cheryl, rehearsing my confession, yet found the ideal moment elusive. My roommate, who usually showed up when I least expected it, made herself scarce. Other than stopping in occasionally for a change of clothes or falling into bed, Cheryl was in short supply.
I assumed she was with Brian. Their relationship usually had roller coaster momentum. I saw her go through the slow periods, when a replacement for Brian seemed imminent, then the giddy rush of speeding at a hundred miles per hour that lasted for weeks. I could never predict the outcome of those long, passion-filled junctures. Cheryl emerged from them a sated creature, or a complete bitch.
Joe and I had the place to ourselves. We began getting reckless about hiding our lust. He grabbed my ass every chance he got, and I returned the favor by groping him. A stiff cock always touched my palm. Naturally, the "touchy-feely" stuff escalated to some hard, pounding action.-
By Friday, Joe had befriended a group of young guys at the office. He was almost sheepish in asking permission to have beers with them. I laughed at his timidity, thinking it cute. For a guy that had nearly ripped my clothes off all week, and fucked my brains out, I didn't expect it. I was glad he became buddies with the folks at the office for his exploring the social scene.
It occurred to me, as I unlocked my front door, that I hadn't heard from Tony all week. My Italian boyfriend couldn't wait for the weekend to arrive. Typically, he gave me a ring Thursday night, wishing to hammer out a plan. He made no phone call. I thought that odd.
The message light, however, was blinking in the phone recorder. I awaited some horny words from Tony. I loved the tone he employed when suffering from a big hard-on. Smiling, I hit the button.
"Hey, Cheryl, where have you been?" Brian's voice boomed, then softened. "Been too busy for me, babe? Give me a ring, will ya!"
Brian not only sounded as though he hadn't heard from Cheryl in several days, but expected her to be home.
If my roommate chose to be a woman of mystery, who was I to spoil her fun? I recalled the steamy glances she fed other men, baiting them, whenever we shopped or cavorted about town. Cheryl was a born flirt! An attention addict, she required constant reinforcement of her allure. I accepted that flaw about her.
I began to dial Tony's number, then stopped. A better idea came to mind. Dropping in on him unexpectedly seemed a tantalizing plan. To offset my total disregard for the past week, I contemplated giving him several hours of quality bed time.
I pulled out my short leather skirt and corresponding vest, low-cut blouse and six-inch spikes. Dark hose dressed my yummy legs. My gold chain kept falling into my exposed cleavage. Tony could tear most of what I wore from my body without any of it sustaining damage. I envisioned Tony transforming into a salivating animal three seconds after opening his door.
I hopped the bus to his place, drawing whistles and stares from the male passengers. Taking a seat in back, I crossed my sensational legs and appeared oblivious to the drool. A girl smacked her boyfriend from taking too long a look.
The bus eventually delivered me to Tony's Italian-dominated neighborhood. I exited with a saucy bounce, showing that girl the proper way for future reference. Smirking, I hustled to Tony's apartment.
Tony had given me a key that I rarely used. Since he came to my place, I seldom bothered paying him a visit. We usually ended up in my bed, not his. Having me show up without warning put a spin on things.
I quietly unlocked his front door and threw it open. For some reason, I expected to see Cheryl. Some warning bell went off in the back of my head. She kneeled between his spread legs and unzipped pants. His upright cock, wet with saliva, edged toward her extended tongue.
"Having fun, kids?" I gently asked.
Cheryl smirked at me. "Hi, honey. Shocked?"
I tossed my vest onto the chair. "Nope."
Tony, having sunk into bewilderment, merely waved at me. Cheryl's expert lick stole his greeting. Slumped in the chair, he concentrated on her snake-like movement.
Amused, I sat next to Tony and gave him a little kiss. "It appears my roommate has been taking care of you."
Tony nodded, then groaned. She caught the tip, slithered around its velvet rim, then left him in a sizzling foam. His Adam's apple twitched as it crinkled over him.
It was the classic discovery scene, with a twist. It did not singe me. Their trysts at his apartment relieved me of guilt. It bugged me that I had ignored Tony too much in favor of her brother.
Apparently, our little threesome over the weekend sparked a secret affair. I applauded their enthusiasm to be together.
I sat mutely as Cheryl moistened him. After applying a slick layer, she opened wide. Her cheeks bulged from taking that massive bulb and all that followed. The veins of his cock heavily protruded from his taut skin. Cheryl stretched him with her lips and tongue.
Tony elevated himself, meeting her clench. His grin deteriorated once her lips connected. "Oh, yeah," he muttered, thrusting into her face. He cupped the back of her head, then eased himself into her oral grip. His balls veered at her chin. "Suck me."
Cheryl gave a stirring performance. His dick dripped from her salivary excess. Cheryl did not limit her consumption. She purposely slobbered him. After inching from her hot embrace, he trembled. Strings of spittle attached him to those wildly sucking lips.
Cheryl turned to me after prolonged sucking. Tony's dick throbbed from her milking clasp. "Want some, too?" I smiled. "Sure."
She crawled away from his swollen member. Her baking drool cascaded to his compact sac. "I've warmed him up. Why not make the cum in his balls boil?"
Tony, acknowledging my presence, thumbed his cock. He obviously looked forward to a few of my slurps.
Without waiting, I ran my tongue over the heavy vein of his underside. I traveled from the bulbous head to his balls, coming across Cheryl's saliva during that leisurely trip. My roommate had sheathed him in bubbly moisture. I swerved over his sac, adding to Cheryl's veneer.
Tony clenched his fists. He exhaled roughly as I lashed his taut pouch. The change in tongue and technique made him grit his teeth and breathe harder. When my limber tip returned to his stout helmet, I took him in my fist. Pulling on his rigid cock, I tugged at the tense skin. Slick sounds emerged from my coiled fingers. He let out a long, agonizing groan.
Cheryl massaged my shoulders while I worked on Tony. Her delicate fingertips danced over my satiny skin. I purred at her feathery contact and its electrical scope. Cheryl planted a wet kiss on the back of my neck. I quivered. That thrill, radiating through my body, slowly enlarged my nipples. Cheryl, alert to my response, unbuttoned my top. My big tits filled her hands. She palmed my twin buds. They throbbed beneath her expert rotations.
My mouth slipped from Tony's cockhead. Closing my eyes, I gasped at Cheryl's stimulating caress. She buried herself in my nape, sucking my fragrant flesh while flicking her hard nipples. Her tiny pecks sent electrical sparks through my system. I moaned at her luscious assault.
Tony, watching us go at it, jerked off. His dick reddened in his heated grasp. Aiming at us, he considered splattering our lovely faces with his cum. A picture of me sobbing while his jism dripped from my cheeks and tits probably fueled his lust. He yearned to jizz my pointed nubs.
Cheryl, noticing Tony's staggering figure, released me. His cock waved in the air. Her mouth came down on him, eliciting his prolonged groan. He vanished after several gulps.
I snuggled against him. Tony feverishly threw his head from side to side, caught up in the flow of Cheryl's lips. I silenced him with my tongue. I probed his mouth, coercing him to respond. My hands swept over his smooth chest, thumbing his nipples. I loved exploring his body.
Tony caressed my silky backside while Cheryl devoured him. Cheryl used both her tongue and fist to pleasure him. He shifted against the cushions, submitting to her slew of kisses. His cock grew sticky in her care. I accentuated the experience by French kissing him. The two sensations brought him to a simmer.
Cheryl sucked Tony into a frenzy. She went nonstop, driven by his dazed expression. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled. Even when she wasn't holding it, his cock throbbed to a stand. She licked its veins, then rinsed him off in a surge of saliva. She collected his balls while filling her mouth. Softly, she caressed them. They had a velvet consistency. Her dark hair tumbled over his lap. She flung it over her shoulder without detaching herself. Tony pulsed within her cheeks. He answered her luxurious slide, her lingering pucker.
I lowered one of my nipples into Tony's mouth. I moaned as he drew strongly upon it. He molded his lips to my tit. I leaned into his face, reeling from his suck. He effectively used his tongue. Swirling over my nub, he made it stiff. He immersed it in a pool of hot saliva. Swaying on my knees, I tingled all over.
Tony's arms surrounded me. He held me tightly against him. His fingers delved into my flesh. I writhed, enjoying the clasp of all that male urgency. He found my butt, then squeezed it. I whimpered in Tony's steely grip. He slid into my panties, seeking the moist heat of my pussy. My lips rounded as he sank a finger into my cunt. By reflex, my eyes closed.
"Oh, God," I gasped. I stuffed more tit into his mouth with a shiver. His tongue wiggled against my throbbing nipple. My thighs quivered around his hand. His other cradled my butt. Absently, I clawed his flesh.
Pacing himself, he surveyed my mounting pleasure. He thumbed my clit while fingering my hole. I permitted his intimate probe. My nodding consent turned him on. He enjoyed the sticky sounds my cunt produced, not to mention its lush feel in his grip. Poised on his finger, I rotated my hips.
Tony teethed my nipple, then circled it with his tongue. I lost touch with reality. His lips pressed tightly to my boob, spittle escaping the corner of his mouth. Sweeping over the cascading drool, he cleanly collected it.
I pelted his chin, sobbing with delight. I spouted mindless phrases as he investigated my succulent warmth. He descended my squish to the knuckle, straining to meet its sopping core. His thumb revolved around my love button, racing my pulse. Perfumed seepage spilled onto his palm. I became tremulous as he steered me to paradise.
"Oh, Tony," I gasped as he dug into me. "Ohhhh."
Cheryl frantically went down on him. He got bigger and harder while nearing that pounding edge. She did not relent. Her mouth plunged to his base, then gave an exquisite twist. She wiggled over his long, beating vein. Tony groaned. He loved the way those lips serviced him. She manually stimulated him, too. When she did not cram him in that beautiful face, she enclosed him. Through that coil he went, making slick noises. His dick turned purplish red jerking through her fist. Her wriggling tip tormented his cockhead while she held him a prisoner.
"Yeah, baby," Cheryl murmured, luring him to orgasm. She yanked on him while offering rapid tongue action. His strong palpitations informed her of his imminent approach. "Do it. Jizz in my mouth."
Unable to flee that obstinate thumb, I climaxed in Tony's clutches. He jiggled me through that blinding madness. His grasp on my ass prevented her escape. My contractions zapped my energy. Sweat trickled from my brow, dampening my forehead. I bucked on his hand, surrendering to those thrusting digits. His unbroken stroke intensified my orgasm.
"Oh, Jesus," I whimpered.
Tony, observing my dawning ecstasy, lost his staying power. He couldn't ignore the urge to shoot. Cheryl's tongue brought him to the boiling point.
"Oh, fuck," he grunted, his features slack.
Cheryl's mouth slid halfway down his cock before he splashed on her tongue. It quickly accumulated in her mouth, yet she refrained from swallowing. She massaged his shaft, milking him of that creamy fluid. He pitched on the sofa, his muscles tensing during his discharge. His choked gasps heightened her thrill.
I slumped against him as he ejaculated. My nipple returned to his mouth, stifling some of his savage growls. I shivered against him, tingling all over.
Cheryl moved toward me, her cheeks full of Tony's expended passion. She pressed her lips to mine. Still dazed from orgasm, I opened, expecting her tongue. Instead, Cheryl transferred his cum to my mouth. I moaned from the amount Cheryl poured. I sloshed around that creamy cocktail before gulping. Cheryl fondled my sensitive tits while emptying the contents of her mouth. When her lips detached, strings of Tony's cum mingled with saliva bridged to me.
I purred. Tony's cum went down my throat with a smile. I was pleased we shared Tony. Gladly, I downed the proof of his satisfaction. I broke the jism web with my tongue after a savoring moment.
Tony, witnessing the shift of his spent fluid, stroked his cock. We were still very much aroused. He liked having my spasmodic form thrashing against him. My smooth flesh writhed against his hair-dusted thigh. In the throes of orgasm, I draped an arm around his shoulder and caressed him. I swallowed with difficulty, my vision clouded.
Afterward, Cheryl lowered the boom. "Deb, Tony and I have been kicking it around, and he wants me to move in with him."
I looked Tony in the eye. "Really?"
He nodded. "I've always had the hots for her. I hope you're not mad."
On the contrary, I felt they had lifted a great weight from my shoulders. Their clandestine affair solved many problems. "I think that's wonderful, other than the fact I'll need to find a new roommate."
"I can keep helping with the rent until you do," she offered.
"I'll figure something out. Hey, what about your brother?"
"Once he gets a few paychecks, he'll be able to put down a security deposit on a studio apartment." As though measuring my reaction, she never withdrew her gaze. "Until then, I'm sure you'll be hospitable."
I masked my emotions. "Certainly."
She leaned forward, whispering in my ear. "He can move into my room for the time being. I'm sure you'll be happy to regain your privacy."
Cheryl still wanted me to abide by our "hands-off' agreement. I was surprised she trusted me. "Yes," I said, maintaining my innocent expression. "Without a doubt."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joe was thrilled with his sister's decision to move out, but I advised him not to get too crazy. Cheryl could barge in on us at any given moment, and I wasn't keen about getting caught in the act.
We still crawled into bed at night. Joe never disappointed me. His cock sliced into me at the height of excitement, hurtling me into another dimension. Hitched to that part of him, I could never get enough. We fucked until we exhausted ourselves.
Despite the joy of having him completely to myself, I pushed the issue of Joe skimming the Classifieds for a studio apartment. My promise to Cheryl haunted me.
"What's the fuss?" Joe griped. "You would think my sister wired herself with plastic explosives or could spit poisonous venom. I mean, what's the big deal?"
Although we confided everything to each other, I couldn't tell him about my sexual history with Cheryl. Joe wouldn't have liked it-not for a second.
"Simply put, she doesn't like it."
He shrugged. "like I give a shit."
"Maybe you should."
Joe, enclosing me in his strong arms, wore his cocky grin. "It turns me on when you get riled like this."
"The object is for me not to get aggravated."
"Forget about my sister. Quit sweating it. She's got Tony. Let her climb all over him so I can do the same with you."
I had to admit, picturing Cheryl with Tony seemed strange. Sure, she sucked his cock and let him fuck her. I did the same with Brian. In the end, it was fun and games. We didn't read anything into it beyond what it was: convenient, fulfilling sex.
Cheryl's announcement did not cause any waves with Brian. I presumed he had been playing the field, too. Her decision to go with Tony cleared the way for any prospects he had in the wings.
"Hey," Joe mentioned, rubbing against me, "let's go fuck."
His boner pushed into my defenseless mound. Its hard, demanding impression robbed me of my earlier argument. "Aren't you in the least interested in a girl closer to your age?"
He shook his head. "I like what I've got."
He sounded' quite sincere. My heart pounded as those powerful hands groped my ass. He pulled me tightly to him, massaging my snatch. I writhed in his grasp, loving every adrenaline-producing second. Our mouths opened, then locked. Joe's tongue went after mine, teasing it into a frenzy. Moving his hips, he rubbed me with that stiff cock. That turned me on big time. I pushed at it, getting juicier by the second.
Joe fondled my buns, manipulating them to his satisfaction. That rigid growth put a dent in my crotch. He wished to convey, from its grinding pressure, that I aroused him that much.
He delved into my crack. I shivered as he veered to my pussy. His thumb traced that narrow groove, then sank into my damp spot. I loved that tickling sensation. My panties were drenched with desire. I craved hot, animal sex. He awakened that yearning. That delectable massage started a heavier precipitation between my legs.
My dizziness increased from that tongue. Breathlessly, I responded to it. Our kiss lengthened into a groping session. Joe did more than leave me with a warm, fuzzy feeling. My soaked panties formed a fiercer impression.
Without disconnecting his lips, he fumbled with the button of my jeans. My zipper hastily came down. I sobbed as Joe slid into my panties. He roamed that damp patch, stroking my tender flesh. I oozed onto those curious fingers. His thumb went over my clit. I moaned. He separated my cunt. I exhaled sharply. Hot air hissed through my teeth. He used a circular motion, encompassing my flaps, hole and button. My juice moistened his finger tips.
"Nobody charges my battery like you," he whispered in my ear. "Not by a long shot."
He had me up against the wall. My lips rounded when he inserted a finger. That belonged to Joe, I dreamily thought, and it felt so good. He played with my pussy. That probing digit made me squishy. He drove it with authority. His thumb continued its gratifying wiggle over my clit. Back and forth he brushed me, delivering a potent thrill.
To complete my seduction, he began nibbling on my ear. That alone would have bought him a piece of ass. Joe didn't stop there. He made certain I would do anything he wanted. His mouth went over my neck and planted hot, sucking kisses. Sweet chills ran up and down my spine. My enjoyment was total.
"Yeah," I sobbed, letting that finger fuck me. My ass bounced against the wall. Joe sliced deeply into spongy pulp. My clit throbbed against his thumb.
Using his other hand, he cupped my tit. I was firm, pleasing to the touch. He flicked my nipple. A delicious jolt shot to my toes. Joe kept the stimulation constant. He massaged my clit until I couldn't see straight.
When the heat became mentally and physically overwhelming, his finger plunged into my cunt. I gasped from its burrowing movement. My hips gyrated after recovering, fucking it back. Before things cooled, he opened my lips with his tongue for some lively play. The commotion of that spirited tip sped my pulse.
While I struggled to process each dizzying round, Joe took my hand and led it to his cock. It jutted from his unzipped fly, aching to be fondled. My fingers wrapped that warm, taut skin. I enclosed his thick shaft. I traced its pouting rim with my thumb. A pearl of jism oozed from the tip.
Joe knelt in front of me. He exhaled over my bare skin. When his face was even with my pussy, I quivered. I watched his mouth settle over my snatch. The minute he pressed his lips, then stabbed with his tongue, I clenched my teeth. Air whistled through them as he siphoned my cunt nectar.
"Joe," I squeaked. He reached far into my snatch, prying apart my tense walls. His powerful wriggle brought giddiness. "Ohhh."
He muffled his reply in my redolent flesh. He ground his lips to my wet pussy and drank. My tangy treat dissolved on his tongue. He probed for more of my sweet sauce. His tip drilled into my drenched center. Soon enough, he absorbed my leakage.
My nails dug into his shoulders. I scratched him while relishing the pace of his slurps. My head lolled as he sucked my pussy. Pinning back my pink flaps with his thumbs, he licked them clean. My clit swelled beneath his tender assault. His tongue brushed my sensitive walls. I swiveled around his thirsty expression.
I loved having my pussy thoroughly explored. My cushiony folds snagged him. He wriggled out of them to coat my love button with hot saliva. I shivered at the tiny bubbles that lingered.
I purred when his tongue swerved over my glistening patch. "Don't stop. Make me cum."
His nonstop consumption amazed me. He swallowed the excitement he caused. There was no escape from those warm, sucking lips. He attached himself with startling tenacity. His swirling tip brought me to a dizzying elevation. I nearly swooned.
He made me cum fast. I shrieked, loudly announcing my ecstasy. My orgasm coincided with the stab of his tongue. After receiving those rapid-fire licks, I couldn't resist. He maintained his fiery rhythm long after my spasms subsided.
Joe rose to his full height. Slumping against the wall, I gasped for air. Sweat dripped from my distended nipples. Foamy spittle ran from my cunt.
He stepped between my legs. His cock screamed for my snatch. I gave him with a few licks, circling the tip. I lashed his throbbing length, then planted a wet kiss on his balls.
"Suck me," he groaned, jabbing at my lips.
I vented hot air over the bulbous head. He met my tongue. Joe's domed head received the first, scalding whip. He gasped. My next slurp sent his head reeling backward and caused his eyes to shut. Tracing the outer edges of his cockhead, I veered over the tiny slit. Bubbles of saliva emphasized my ticklish journey.
I could have gone on licking him, but yearned for his fresh flavor. I enveloped that domed head. From my first suck, I tasted his salty heat. Descending to the bottom, I filled my mouth and pulled. His cock pulsated between my lips. My tongue slithered along his underside. My teasing tickle launched a frenzied pulse. Up and down that dick I went, bringing him to the peak of rigidity.
"Yeah," Joe gasped. He rocked his hips. My lips disbursed an electrical flow.
I engaged him in strong eye contact while absorbing his hard shaft. My cheeks bulged from my intake. My contented grunts followed.
Joe leaned against the wall, studying his growth. His cock protruded from my panting expression. My expert tip brought it to a stand. My tongue lathered its vein-ridden surface while my lips entwined him. He vibrated inside my bubble-rich mouth. Elevating his groin, he met my starving swoop. His dick resided in my sweltering vacuum before sliding back. Before his bloated crown left my mouth, he pushed forward.
"Yeah," he groaned, cupping the back of my head. He fed me in hungry jerks. His crotch moved toward my face, then reversed direction. In and out he went, dripping with saliva. "Eat it. Let me stuff your face. Let it slide into your throat."
My hands settled over his compact ass. Recalling my infatuation with his buns, I fondled them. They trembled in my grasp. My lips widened as he came to me. His balls smacked my chin. I buried my nose in his pubes. I ran my tongue over the heavy vein of his cock. He answered my wiggle with a resounding throb.
Sweat poured from his brow. He got lost in the fluidity of my lips. Those brown pupils went in and out of focus. His mouth opened, emitting strangled gasps. He tried keeping quiet as my sucking lips worked the jism from his balls, but I caught his accidental groan.
Joe managed to watch me blow him. He relished my consumption. The sight of his cock disappearing in my face turned him on. My sensual lips molded to its width. Grafted to his taut skin, I tugged straight up as though trying to detach it from his body. The persistent catch and release drove him insane.
"Suck me," he commanded, fucking my mouth. He drove himself to the balls. "Suck me good."
I gave him a few more moments of suction before lifting my face. Hot drool coursed from his well-sucked dick. Joe clenched his teeth as a river of saliva trickled downstream. Without notice, I dove for his balls. I licked his taut flesh.
Joe's jaw went slack as I furnished him a barrage of heavenly fireworks. He was more conscious of my lavish strokes. I magnified each curl and smack in that area. He trembled as I slobbered his balls.
I kissed one. I tasted hair and skin while smashing my lips to it. His cock twitched as I mouthed his sac. I inhaled his changed scent. The aroma of my spit emanated from his shaft. The red marks that resulted from my loving compression had not faded. I observed the evidence of my intense suck.
"I love being in your mouth," Joe groaned.
My lips parted and returned to the wet, stroking warmth he needed. I sucked his dick until I felt his entire body shake. Joe was closer than I calculated. Drops of pre-cum mingled with my saliva. My lips tightened around him, sliding up and down.
"Faster," he urged. "Work me with that mouth. Oh, yeah. I'm almost there."
"Mmmmm," I hummed against his throbbing cock.
Joe squirmed from my oral pull. His groans deepened. His fists clenched, then shook. "Jesus. Keep going. Stay with it. Suck me. Ahhhh."
I swallowed him whole, then pumped his pulsing stem with my lips. "Mmmmm."
Joe's mouth dropped open while his eyes rolled up in their sockets. I relished his ecstasy. Reckless, he fucked my face. He held nothing back. His orgasm was unstoppable.
My milking lips unleashed the savage in him. "Ughhh. Ughhh. Oh, yeah. Gulp it. Take my jism."
I took everything he had. Hot cum flooded my mouth. He squirted into my throat. I gladly downed his creamy load. My lips held him fast, preventing not a single drop to escape.
His dick never lost its rigid shape. After spewing, he was ready for more of me. I panted, thrilled by his tireless drive.
Joe aligned himself with my slit, then plowed into hot squish. He provided me no period of adjustment. His entire dick slid into my cunt. He groaned when that snug splendor overtook him. His bulbous head went nine inches below its surface. My pussy sucked him into its vigorous warmth.
"Oh, yeah," I sobbed, taking it in one thrust. My lips formed a circle as he ground his plump stem to my pelvic bone. He drove it to the hilt. My hips slammed at him, receiving Joe in full.
Joe relished my guttural response. He crammed everything he had into my cunt. I moaned from his masterful push. He was too excited to leave. He molded himself to my quivering mound until my shaking subsided.
"Ohhhh," I wailed from his jarring impact. Solid hardness occupied my snatch. I trembled around that stiff thing, feeling it take me. I yielded to that splitting sensation. He stuffed every bit of himself into my cunt. His swollen thing jammed me.
Deeply situated in my pussy, he basked in my convulsive warmth. My heat seeped to his core. "Yeah," he grunted, cramming himself into my wet, wanting hole. "Take me, baby. Take my whole cock." He strained to fit himself in me. His balls strained at my juicy crack. "Can you feel it, baby? Huh? Can you feel it?"
"Yeah," I murmured. My ass bounced off the wall from each stroke. His dick felt incredible. I took it to the limit. My nails raked his buns. He yanked his pants down, affording me complete access. They flexed beneath my feathery grope. I yearned for his unrestrained masculine power.
He sliced through my cunt. I moaned as he stuffed me. His cock made me moan. I latched onto that rigid member. His skin bunched before my pussy gobbled him. My juices made him slick.
I shivered from the graze of his pubes. His balls smacked me when he buried himself. Joe's dick pried me apart. My pupils curved upward as he smashed that monster into my pussy.
"Hear that, baby? Your pussy wants me?" he whispered while nibbling on my ear. The squishy sounds I made were unmistakable. "It's crying for more."
"Yes," I gasped, receiving that stiff cock. I met its gratifying pressure. He boned me hard, putting muscle behind each thrust. His back and forth motion created an exhilarating suction. I jerked my hips, enjoying that luscious disturbance.
He jammed me, burrowing into my hot loins. I sobbed as he extended to my squishy center. My love juice oiled his sawing cock. He emerged from me, slick with my desire. I moved my ass and hips to please him. That hard mass kept spearing my cunt, dividing me.
"Fuck me," Joe commanded. He shoved himself whole into me. "Yeah. Take it. Take all of it."
I squeezed him into my soaked crevice. The continual friction of his pistoning shaft sustained that joy. The sensation he served ran riot through my system.
Joe groaned as my pussy swallowed him. His balls whacked me without mercy. He abandoned himself to the relief my clasping lips provided.
My swollen nipples fascinated him. He urgently palmed them. He took one between his thumb and forefinger, then pinched it.
I scratched his butt. "I'm going to cum," I announced.
"Do it," he urged. "I want to feel that pussy crush me when it happens."
His dick came at me, fast and strong. He bombarded my senses. I arched my back. My nipples struck his chest, flinging their salty drops.
"Ohhhh!" I cried, soaring. "Oh, yes!" I pelted him with my snatch, taking that rock-hard monster eagerly. "Ram me! Ohhhh!"
Joe groaned as my pussy tugged on him. Challenged, he weathered my demanding thrusts. He nearly succumbed to the urge to spew in my tightening cunt. I contracted around him, my quaking walls squashing him. He remedied the situation by pounding through my knot.
Joe watched me regain my focus. My pussy relinquished its lock on him. He flew in and out of its squishy encasement, resuming his deep pump. The temptation to get me off a second time inspired him.
Though dazed, I fucked back. I longed for that rigid section of him. Shoving my pussy at him, I caught him in my juicy grip.
"Go ahead, baby," he muttered. "Take all you dare."
Feverishly, I cleaved myself to him, unwilling to separate. I needed that tunneling monster to carry me through another jarring climax.
Joe held back nothing. His nonstop performance was exactly what I needed. He fucked my hungry snatch with swift, sure strokes. He left me panting for more.
"Faster," I pleaded, beginning my second climb. Joe made it so easy to cum. "Oh, God. Ohhhh."
His persistence resulted in our orgasm. My slamming cunt reduced his staying power to zero. He could no longer ride out the thrill it produced. Creaming was inevitable.
"I'm gonna jizz," he muttered before his features contorted. "Arghh. Arghh."
He discharged heavily into me, flooding my snatch. My contracting pussy completely milked him.
"Well, well," a familiar voice came from the door, "when the cat's away, the mice fuck around."
"God, Cheryl." I hadn't expected her to pop in unannounced. She stood with a hand anchored to her hip. Her dark eyes flashed.
"You couldn't keep your paws off my brother, eh? I figured as much."
"What the hell do you care?" Joe cracked, nonchalant about her intrusion. "You've got Tony. Since when is my sex life any of your business? like, why do you care?"
Her nostrils flared. "Why, do you ask? First, let's get a few things straight. Tony means nothing to me. I led him on, fooled him into thinking I was interested so he'd invite me to live with him."
"What?" I couldn't believe Cheryl would sink that low.
"Sure. By clearing out, I predicted you two would be all over each other." She nodded to our exposed privates. "I'd say it did the trick."
Joe sighed. "I can't figure you out, sis. like, what's your point? Deb is hot and I went for it. So what? Why are you busting my balls over it?"
"Because," Cheryl said, raising her voice an octave, "we arrive at my primary reason. Did you know Debbie and I were lovers?"
Joe blinked. "Huh? Run that by me again."
"Yeah," she said, savoring his reaction. "I sucked her pussy, she sucked mine. We bumped pussies in the sack.. .did the kind of stuff you see in porno."
Joe stared at her, speechless.
"What's the matter, little brother? Did I pop your balloon? Too much to swallow? Harsh reality, huh?" She smacked the wall to punctuate her statement. "This is life in the big city, Bucko, not to be confused with that in a small Ohio town. Some of us don't hang up our bras next to a jock strap-we use the same fucking hook!"
Joe smiled, then roared with laughter.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Cheryl demanded when he didn't stop.
"Forgive me, sis," Joe said, trying to control his outburst, "but I get a charge out of your dramatics."
"Huh?" Her lips were quivering.
He turned totally serious. "Did you expect me to stomp out of here in a rage? Take my toys and go home? Sorry to disappoint you. If you and Deb whooped it up in the feathers, more power to you."
I stared at Joe, disbelieving my hearing.
Joe wasn't through. "For your information, Deb is even more appealing now that you've shared that. It makes her more sexy, and you more human."
Cheryl didn't like what was going down. He'd stolen her thunder and made her look the fool. She slammed her fist against the wall again. I was surprised plaster didn't fly. "God damn it!"
She stared at me, but I merely shrugged.
Joe was in hysterics. He doubled over, guffawing. Outwitting his sister tickled him pink.
Cheryl had no recourse but to split. The door shook on its hinges after she slammed it. "I must say," I said, recovering from that family argument, "that was the ultimate-bitch thing to do."
He waved it off. "She'll get over it."
I studied him closely. Some nasty things were dragged out of the closet. Cheryl had been so quick about it, I hadn't a moment to emotionally prepare myself. "Are you positive those things she said didn't bother you?"
A dreamy smile took shape. "Hell, no. It gave me a hard-on. Thinking about you with a pussy in your mouth.. .mmmmm, that's some fantasy."
I sighed with relief. My worst fears dissipated. I should have known Joe would have been cool about it. "I hope you don't let rumors about us hit the gossip mill at work."
Joe grinned. "We'll save it for here. However, I must admit, I can't wait for the Christmas party. Can you see the stir we'll create when we're under the mistletoe?"
