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My first story submission. I hope I don't screw it up.
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WARNING: You are about to enter the territory of the imagination,
where the rules of real life don't apply. In other words, there's some
of this I wouldn't recommend you try at home.
If you're under 18, turn back now.
If you're not comfortable with different sorts of sexual expression
turn back now.
If your community forbids sexual expression, turn back now.
If you're simply literal-minded and unwilling to suspend your
disbelief, turn back now.
If you choose to continue at your own risk, welcome. Enjoy. But
please remember that while they hopefully bear some resemblance to
people you could encounter in the real world, these are all just
characters in a work of fiction. This certainly applies to the
narrator of this story, whom you might otherwise be tempted to identify
with your humble servant and territorial tour guide:
The Author.
Her Little Sister
By Wood2Chuck
Chapter I
How did all this happen, I wondered as I stood there with my arms
full of naked, squirming, giggling teenaged girl. After all, it was
Donna I was after.
Donna was a college intern at the company where I worked. She was
tall and slim, with dark hair and eyes. Her tits were heavy and a
little pendulous, with lots of interesting motion when they weren't
firmly strapped down. But it was her ass that was her best feature; it
was high and proud and shapely, jutting out aggressively from the
junction with her thighs in the tight slacks she sometimes wore.
Yes, she was very nice to look at, although most people would
describe her as cute rather than beautiful.
I liked to think that my attraction to her was more than physical.
It was her attitude toward life that made her uniquely captivating.
She had a quick intelligence and a lively curiosity about just about
anything she happened to encounter. She was almost bird-like in her
quick movements and the way she would cock her head to hear new
information or consider a new concept. I was enchanted, and I decided
I wanted to know her better, even though she was only twenty-one and I
was ten years older.
This was not entirely without risk. Management frowned on employees
fraternizing with interns. So for that reason and because I felt she
deserved the respect, I decided on subtlety. I wouldn't actually hit
on her; I would become her mentor. And, who knows, something more
might develop.
So I focussed on her, befriended her, tried to show her the ropes.
And if I managed to touch her arm or her hand or her shoulder more
often than might seem proper, well... I was her friend after all. It
was all perfectly innocent. And she seemed content to accept it as
such. She wasn't giving me any encouragement to get more personal with
her.
And a crisis was approaching. Her internship was coming to an end.
She was about to graduate from college. That meant she would be going
out of my life forever unless I did something to prevent it.
So I invited her to dinner to celebrate her graduation. It took
some persuading, but she finally said yes, on one condition. We would
not consider this a real date, just a celebration dinner. She was
still determined to keep me at a distance.
I was nervous as I rang the bell at her parents' house. She was
still living at home, but only until she got a job that would let her
rent a place of her own. That's not what I was thinking about, though.
I was dreading the thought of meeting her parents. What would they
think about this thirty-something guy picking up their baby girl?
Well, I needn't have worried. It was her father who answered the
door, and he couldn't have been nicer. He was a burly kind of guy, but
shorter than Donna. He may have stood five-foot-six, but just barely.
He shook my hand and thanked me for all the things I had done for his
daughter during her internship. He reached up and slapped my shoulder
and said Donna had told him how nice I had been. He seemed totally
untroubled that we were going out together, confident that his little
girl would never do anything he didn't approve of.
And then Donna appeared. She looked absolutely stunning. She was
wearing a little black dress, cut low, but not too low, and molding
itself to her body from shoulder to mid-thigh, somehow accenting her
tits and her marvelous butt without being in the least vulgar or
flashy.
She said, "It's nice to see you, Robert."
I mumbled something, trying to recover from a sudden case of dry-
mouth.
And then we were out of the house and walking toward my car. And as
we walked, she took my hand and pressed her shoulder to mine.
A good sign, I thought.
This was the first time I could remember when she actually initiated
physical contact with me. Well, well, I thought, this might turn out
to be a real date after all.
And as I opened the passenger door of my '57 Chevy coupe she said,
"Nice car!"
Better and better, I thought.
And when I got in on the driver's side, she slid across the seat to
sit close beside me, ignoring the safety belt I had installed when I
customized the car. And she didn't even seem to mind when my hand
brushed her nylon-clad thigh as I shifted through the floor-mounted 5-
speed gearbox.
Dinner went well. We talked about her future and the exciting times
that lay ahead. And we talked about what she had to do to make the
most of that future. And that's how I managed to get myself invited to
her house to help her work up her resume. We agreed on the next
Saturday afternoon, just over a week away,
Dinner over, we got back in my car and drove toward her house. She
was feeling mellow and relaxed after a few more glasses of wine than
she was used to. I was feeling torn between conflicting impulses. I
wanted to drive to one of those parking spots where dating couples
went. But I thought that might be pushing it. And, a bit
despairingly, I thought I might be getting a little too old for that
sort of behavior. So I drove her home.
When I pulled up in front of her house, I cut the engine. There was
a little silence. I made no move to open my door. She made no move to
pull away from my side. I looked at her face in the moonlight and
said, "I'd like to kiss you."
She said, "Okay, but just once. Just this once and no more, you
promise?"
Desperate for the touch of her lips I agreed. "Just this once and
no more."
And I kissed her. At first her lips were firm and tight. Then they
softened; then they parted; then my tongue was playing with hers. I
heard her sigh and felt her body melt against me. I began to get that
light-headed rush of sensation that gradually shut off all awareness of
anything but the feel of her lips and the duel of our tongues and the
pressure of her body and the magical intuitive knowledge that her
excitement was mounting as quickly as mine was.
And then it was over.
Her breathing was ragged and her eyes looked glazed as she said,
with a hint of uncertainty in her voice, "Just this once and no more,
right?"
I tried to collect my wits. I had an important choice to make and
no time at all to think about it. I could be a gentleman and honor my
word, or I could press my advantage in violation of my promise.
She's young, I thought.
She's vulnerable, I thought.
I gave my word, I thought.
And so I straightened up, composed myself as best I could with a
rigid dick straining against my pants, and said, "Right! We agreed!"
Those may have been the hardest words I ever said in all my life.
And so I opened the door on my side of the car. And I walked around
and opened the door on her side of the car. And I walked her to her
house. And I shook her hand. "See you next Saturday," I said.
"Next Saturday," she said.
And then she was gone.
To say that I was distracted during the next week is to commit
extreme understatement. I was distraught. I was conflicted. I was
engaged in perpetual internal debate. Was I right to stick to my
principles, or should I have struck while the iron was hot, so to
speak? Was I too timid? Was I too bold? What would have happened if
I had just said to hell with it and kissed her again?
And most importantly, would I ever have another chance with her?
On Saturday Donna seemed calm, composed, and completely oblivious to
what had happened between us last Friday. She was all business. And
when we put our heads together over her resume, we were just putting
our heads together, if you know what I mean. I was in a constant state
of heightened sensitivity, waiting for something to happen. Nothing
did.
About mid-afternoon we decided to take a break from our work to get
a Coke. I followed Donna to the kitchen, admiring as always the sway
of her glorious ass in the tight jeans she was wearing that day. As
she opened the door to the fridge, her sister Allison came into the
room.
Allison was younger than Donna, a high-school senior, just about to
graduate. She had been on the high school track team, and she
evidently felt strongly about keeping in shape even though the track
season was over. She was dressed in running shoes, nylon shorts and a
thin T-shirt. A headband was holding back her long, honey-blonde hair.
She was shorter than her sister but not as slim. And while Donna was
cute, Allison was strikingly beautiful. Donna had that wide-eyed
eagerness for new experience. Allison conveyed the impression that,
despite her youth, she was worldly-wise. Donna was bright, naive
curiosity. Allison was languid, smoldering sensuality. She had deep
gray-blue eyes that could grab and hold you with a glance. Her tits
were just about perfect, not too large but not too small either. They
might have looked larger if she had been wearing a brassiere to push
them up and out, but her light T-shirt made it obvious that she wasn't
wearing anything underneath. And her breasts were marvelously soft.
How do I know? Because as I was standing there in front of the fridge
watching Donna open the door, Allison leaned into me, looking over my
shoulder into the frosty interior and pressing her yielding tit-flesh
into my upper arm, the nubbin of a nipple poking into my bare skin
through the thin cotton fabric of her shirt.
It was only a moment, but it was a very long moment. And it was
clearly deliberate. Before Donna could notice anything, Allison
straightened up and said, "Well, maybe I'll drink a Coke after my run."
She looked directly into my eyes. I was momentarily paralyzed. "And
who are you?" she asked playfully.
I just stood there.
Donna said, "Oh, I'm sorry Allison, this is Robert. He's a friend
of mine."
"Just a friend?" Allison said, and she winked at me.
I still just stood there.
Allison turned away and said, "Gotta go."
My temporary paralysis lifted, and I confess I couldn't help turning
to watch her walk away, even at the risk of offending Donna. Allison
had world-class legs, much better than her sister's, which were a
little bit on the skinny side. Maybe it was all that running. Or
maybe not. Allison's legs weren't knotted and obviously muscular. They
were just long and smooth and firm and, well, superbly shapely. And
her ass in those tiny running shorts was almost as fascinating as
Donna's. Not quite, but close. And before she left the room she
glanced back to catch me looking, and she grinned to let me know she
caught me and it was okay with her.
Donna had turned back to the refrigerator to get our soft drinks, so
I think she missed it all. At least I hoped so. As for me, I was
simply stunned. Like I'd been slugged hard in the head. I couldn't
believe what had just happened, yet I knew it had. You know how the
impact is always greater when you never see it coming? Donna's little
sister had just delivered a masterful combination of punches from out
of nowhere. And I was totally unprepared for the whirlwind she'd set
swirling inside me.
Somehow I managed to get back to work with Donna on her resume. And
slowly I concentrated my full attention on the task at hand. I was
sitting at the keyboard, and Donna was somewhere else in the house
looking for letters of reference, when I felt a firm, cool pressure
against my arm. It was Allison. She had just returned from her
running on this unseasonably chilly late-May afternoon, and the
pressure on my arm came from her naked upper thigh as she stood behind
me. I blanked out again. Without conscious volition, I felt my hand
grope behind me to grasp the back of her leg.
"You feel cold," I said. "Maybe you need warming up."
And without thinking I slid my hand up to the hem of her shorts and
beyond, slipping under the built-in briefs to cup the cheek of her ass
in my palm. I felt her shiver. But she didn't pull back. Instead, I
felt her shift her position slightly, and then her cunt was pressing
against me. It was not my imagination. I even felt the cleft of her
pussy lips through the layers of fabric between us.
"I'm all warmed up," she purred, "but there's no place to go. Story
of my life."
Suddenly aware that her sister or her mother could appear in the
room at any moment, I removed my hand and said, "Maybe later?"
"Later!" she said.
Despite my distracted state, Donna and I did eventually manage to
complete a satisfactory resume. And as I gathered all my materials
from the desktop, getting ready to leave, I noticed a sealed envelope,
completely blank on the outside. Hurriedly concealing it among the
rest of my papers, I told Donna goodbye. She didn't offer me a kiss or
even a touch, but I almost didn't mind. My thoughts were somewhere
else. As soon as I got to my car I ripped open the mysterious
envelope. There was a note inside.
"Meet me outside the movie theater in the Galleria at eight," it
said. Nothing more. But I knew it was from Allison.
She knew I would be waiting outside the theater, and I was. I
almost didn't recognize her. Her long, dark-blonde hair was bound up
in some sort of braid or bun, and there were glasses on the bridge of
her nose. She was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse and a short
black pleated skirt, with high-heeled shoes and no hose. The effect
was totally contradictory, and extremely erotic. The bound-up hair,
the glasses, and the long-sleeved blouse created a prim-and-proper
impression that added years to her apparent age. But that short
pleated skirt, and those luscious, long bare legs, set off perfectly by
her high-heeled shoes, were blatantly, overpoweringly sexy. She looked
like Venus imperfectly disguised as a schoolteacher.
I saw her before she saw me, and as I struggled to control my
suddenly pounding heartbeat, she turned and smiled. And seeing that
smile, I was lost. No resistance was possible. Before I could say a
word, she was pressing herself to me, planting a quick kiss on my mouth
and saying "I'm glad you came."
Splitting the difference between her proper top half and her sexy
bottom half, I put my arm around her waist and guided her toward the
exit from the mall. I felt her breast pressed against my arm as we
walked, and I was not surprised to discover she wasn't wearing a bra
underneath that crisp white blouse. Not so proper after all. I held
the door for her on the passenger side, then walked around to the
driver's side of my classic Chevy. As I sat down behind the wheel, she
moved over to sit close up against me. She was a talented temptress,
this Allison. As she slid across the seat her short skirt somehow rode
up even higher on her alluring thighs. She didn't bother to pull it
down again.
"Let's go to your house," she said.
As I moved the car into traffic I discovered only one of my hands
was on the wheel, since my other hand had somehow found its way to her
nearest naked knee. And from there up and down her naked thigh, just
barely grazing the edge of her skirt, which just barely covered her
cunt. By the time we got to my apartment, her butt was twitching
against the seat cushion and she was breathing just a little more
quickly. And I was having lots of trouble concentrating on the
traffic.
As I turned to lock my apartment door behind us, she was unbuttoning
the first few buttons on her blouse. Her first words to me inside my
apartment were, "I need to feel your hand against my skin here."
And she pulled open the top of her blouse.
Ever obliging, I slid my hand inside her open blouse and felt the
yielding, silky softness of her breast contrasting with the insistent
erectile hardness of her nipple.
"Put your hand where you put it this afternoon," she said, with a
catch in her voice.
Sliding my other hand up under her skirt, I was once again surprised
at her boldness. She wasn't wearing any panties. She quivered in
apparent ecstasy as I caressed the smooth firmness of her ass.
"The zipper's at the back," she murmured.
The sound of her zipper was extraordinarily loud in my quiet
apartment as I loosened her skirt and dropped it to the floor.
She herself shrugged out of her blouse after unbuttoning two final
buttons. She loosened her hair and set her glasses aside. And when
she stood naked in her high heels she said, "Now it's your turn!"
I went to work on my shirt as she unbuckled my belt and worked on my
button-fly Levi's. When my pants dropped to my feet and my already
rigid prick bobbed into sight she said, "My, my... somebody else who
doesn't wear any underwear."
And as we stood naked facing one another, it just seemed natural for
me to lift her up off the floor with my arms under her shoulders and
knees. She giggled and wriggled and put her arms around my neck and I
thought, without realizing I was speaking my thought aloud, "Just how
did all this happen?"
Suddenly serious, Allison looked up at me and said, "Because I
wanted all this to happen." She kicked off her shoes. "And now I want
you to kiss me and carry me to your bedroom!"
Her right tit was pressed against my chest as I carried her down the
hall. Her nipple felt as hard as a ball bearing. As I laid her on the
bed, she looked up at me with a strange, almost pleading expression on
her face.
"Am I a naughty girl for stealing my sister's boyfriend?" she asked
in an exaggerated baby-doll kind of voice.
This was not the time to tell her I wasn't exactly her sister's
boyfriend. This was a time to go with the flow, so I gave her the
answer she seemed to expect.
"Yes, you are a naughty girl."
A quick intake of breath. "Should I be punished for being such a
naughty girl?"
There was a hopeful thrill in her voice that told me what I should
say.
"Yes, I think you should be punished."
"Do you think you should spank my naughty ass?"
She continued to find new ways to shock me. I was thinking as fast
as I could just to keep up with her.
"Bend over my lap!" I ordered.
She obeyed my order eagerly, and I could feel her pubic hair as the
very top of her pussy pressed painfully but thrillingly against my
swollen dick, bent down beneath the weight of her.
"Tell me when you think you've been punished enough," I said, still
just feeling my way through this situation.
"Punish me hard," she panted.
Tentatively I slapped her naked buns.
"Harder!" she gasped.
I slapped her harder, hard enough to leave a red mark on one of
those glorious globes.
"That's right," she cried, "spank my naughty bottom!"
So I spanked her, again and again, until I lost count of the number
of blows. I knew I wasn't seriously hurting her, but somehow the feel
of my palm against her firm, hot flesh and the sight of her reddened
backside jiggling tautly from each of my blows was having a
surprisingly erotic effect on me. Maybe it was my awareness of her
reaction. I could feel her pubic hairs becoming drenched with her own
juices, and I felt a drop of clear fluid oozing out of my dickhead in
response.
"Tell me I'm a dirty little slut being naked with you!"
"You're naked in my bedroom and I'm slapping your ass, you naughty
girl!"
"Ahhhh!" she said. "Yessss!"
She was pumping her cunt against me now, making an emphatic grunting
noise with every blow I gave her.
"You're shameless," I said. "You started to seduce me right under
your sister's nose."
"I know! I'm wicked! Spank me! Ahhhh!"
Finally, in response to some inner signal only she could understand,
she said, "Enough!"
Her entire ass was red and quivering and radiating heat, and her
pussy had been rubbing back and forth across my erection since the
first few blows. As she looked up at me, I could see that her face and
throat were flushed as well.
"Now... you have to kiss it... and make it feel better," she gasped,
as she scrambled over onto my bed and lay on her stomach.
Still trying to adjust to the rules of this strange game, I placed a
pillow under her to raise her ass up in front of me for my attention.
And then I went to work to comfort her. I couldn't imagine what she
could be getting out of being spanked, but she was obviously highly
aroused. The air was heavy with the scent of female juices... and male
sweat too. I started kissing her ass, little wet kisses all over her
abused buttocks. And I swear she reacted to each and every one of them
with a sigh, a shiver, a moan or a quiver.
This girl has one super-sensitive backside, I thought.
Did I dare?
Why not? This was already so far beyond anything I ever imagined.
I extended my tongue and, starting at the base of her spine, I dragged
it down into the crack of her ass until it reached the tight little
ring of her anus.
"Ohhh!" she said. "Umphhhh! Ahhh! Yes!"
Okay, so she likes it. What next? There was a little musky taste
around her asshole, but it wasn't bad. Actually, I kind of liked it.
Experimentally, I ran my tongue around the edge of her sphincter a
couple of times.
"Ohhh! Pu-lease!" she cried.
This wasn't so bad so far, so here we go! Clenching my tongue into
as rigid a tool as I could, I suddenly thrust it all the way into her
asshole. She went wild.
"Oh, God! Oh, Robert! Fuck me! Fuck me! I've got to have you
fuck me!"
Well, with all the attention I had been paying to young Allison's
pleasure, you might think my own arousal had faded. Nothing could be
further from the truth. I was throbbing like a big bass drum. My dick
was harder than quickset concrete, redder than the red, red rose. And
bigger than I could ever remember. There is nothing, absolutely
nothing, that turns me on more than arousing the passion of a beautiful
woman. Her passion becomes my passion; it's just that simple.
Allison flipped herself over under me, and suddenly I was face to
fleece with her pussy. Her cunt hair was darker than the hair on her
head, more brown than blonde. A neat little triangle. She must keep
it trimmed along the edges for her swimsuit. Her outer lips were
spread; her inner lips were swollen and glistening. Her clit was
poking pertly through the thicket of her pubic hair. Her juices were
flowing. I couldn't resist.
Ignoring the insistent demands of my cock and her own chants of
desire, I buried my face in her pussy.
"Noooo!" she said, even as her body pulsed against my lips and my
tongue. "I don't want to come this way! I want you inside me!"
And so I pulled my face away, slid my body up against hers, and
placed my lips, glistening with her own juices, against her mouth.
Kissing her urgently, I moved my pelvis until the head of my dick was
pressed against her fragrant vulva. She reached down to help me find
her opening, and suddenly I was inside her.
She was hot and she was moist. She was crying out in her passion.
I pushed into her a little way and then I stopped. Could she still be
a virgin? This sultry, worldly-wise woman-child? I had never fucked a
virgin before. I knew what fucking felt like. But this was like
nothing I had ever felt. There was a tightness, a constriction
blocking my entry. This was the biggest shock of the day.
"Have you ever done this before," I asked.
"Not this, exactly."
"Me neither, exactly. Do you want to go on?"
"Oh, yes!" she gasped.
"I think it might hurt you,"
"I'm ready."
"You're sure?"
"Fuck me!"
So I withdrew almost all the way and then, clenching my buttocks for
the effort, I thrust with all my might into unexplored territory.
"OhhhhAhhh!" she cried in a combination of pain and pleasure.
Past the barrier now, I probed slowly further into her, allowing her
time to recover from the shock and accommodate my invading cock.
Trying to help her forget the pain, I began a gentle, slow, shallow
fucking motion. Pretty soon her hips picked up the rhythm. And her
breathing quickened. Her little cries were pure pleasure now. Then
her head began to jerk from side to side and I began to thrust more
forcefully. And her rhythm began to fall apart. Her hips were
spasming, her lungs were heaving, her abdomen was rippling, her eyes
were closed, and then her head was suddenly frozen, thrust back against
my mattress, her back arched, her mouth wide open in what could have
been either agony or ecstasy.
"Oh," she said, thrusting hard against me one more time. "Jesus!"
she said. "Fuck! Me! Ohhh! Ahhh! AAAAUUUNGHUUUHHHH!"
Somehow she had involved me totally in the intensity of her
experience. I literally stopped breathing as I felt the tumult of her
orgasm. A moment? A lifetime? I don't know. I just know it was like
coming back from some distant place when I felt that tingle start down
at the bottom of my backbone, gather in my balls, and then spurt down
the length of my dick to flood into Allison's most intimate and
previously unpenetrated depths.
"Oh! God! Yesss!" I said as I collapsed onto her panting body with
no strength left in my arms or my legs to support me.
She was having trouble breathing beneath the dead weight of my limp
and exhausted body, so as she recovered herself she gave a little nudge
and I flopped over on my back beside her, my softening dick plopping
out of her pussy in the process.
After a silence that could have lasted a few seconds or forever I
heard her voice asking, "Are you still there?"
"I think so," I said.
"Aren't you sure?" she asked.
"I've never felt anything like that in my life," I said, "so it
could be I've died and gone to heaven."
"Me too," she said.
"Do you hear any harps?" I asked.
"No. Are you supposed to?"
"I don't know. This is as close as I've ever been to heaven
before."
"Ever before? Really?"
"Yes, really."
"You know this was my first time?"
"This was my first time with someone whose first time... you know
what I mean."
"Was I really okay? I mean, you've had other women. Did I do
okay?"
I rolled over on my side, propping myself up on my elbow. I looked
into her eyes, thinking I could drown in there.
Gently brushing damp strands of hair away from her face, I leaned
over and softly kissed her forehead and then her lips.
"You did more than okay," I said, "you were magnificent! This whole
day! How did you...? You seemed so sure of yourself every step of the
way. And you never did this before? Well, I mean obviously... but, you
know."
"I know. This was pretty much all new to me. I just got tired of
being a good girl and decided to see how being a bad girl felt."
"All new? What do you mean by all?"
"Well, most of it. Not the kissing. But getting all the way naked.
Being with a guy who's all the way naked. The spanking, oh yeah, the
spanking. Your tongue in my ass. Talking dirty to a guy. Your mouth
on my pussy. Yeah, pretty much all of it."
"And no regrets?"
"Lord no! If I'd known how good bad girls can feel, I would have
been bad a long time ago. How about you? Any regrets? I mean,
because of Donna and all."
Okay, this was the time. She was being totally, nakedly honest with
me. It was time for me to come clean.
"Well, about Donna," I said. "She's not exactly my girlfriend."
Allison had obviously recovered a good deal of her energy. She
bounced up and swung one lovely leg over mine and sat down on my
thighs, just below my cock. Leaning forward and resting her tits on my
stomach, she tilted her head and looked into my eyes and said, "Oh, I
know that. I read her diary."
My dick, trapped under her abdomen, was showing signs of bouncing
back as well.
"You read..."
Allison squirmed forward and kissed my lips. It was what I would
have to describe as a medium kiss. More than a peck. Less than a
mind-blower. More like the kind of kiss a woman comfortable with a man
would give him to let him know she knows they're both sexual creatures,
but that's not what's on her mind just now. In other words, a kiss
with a very sophisticated message. This girl was remarkable.
"Yeah, I found her diary and I read it," she said. "That's what
bratty little sisters do. That's how I knew all about you."
"She wrote about me in her diary?"
"She's totally hot for you, but she's a good girl so she doesn't
want you to know it."
"That's what she said?"
"Not in so many words, but she wrote a lot about you and I could
read between the lines. Do you think I would come on like that to just
any stranger who walked into our house?"
"Well no, I... honestly, I didn't know what to think. I don't think
I stopped to think."
"Hey, I may be bad, but don't ever think I'm stupid. The guy she
wrote about was a really nice guy, helpful, kind and courteous.
Obviously stuck on her, but being a gentleman about it. What happened
on your date last week was what made up my mind."
"She wrote about that?"
"Oh yeah! It seems you just about burned a hole in her britches.
She said she'd never ever been kissed like that, not in her whole life.
It made her pussy so hot that she almost jumped you right there in the
car in front of our house. But she's still a good girl. Right then
and there I decided if I'm going to be a bad girl, that's who I want to
be a bad girl with... a good guy who's a dynamite kisser."
And then she leaned forward toward me again, and those marvelous
breasts were pressed up against me again, and her luscious lips were
pressed against mine again, and this kiss really was a mind-blower. It
was the first one like that. We had been in too much of a hurry before
to let the feeling of a long, intimate, deeply felt kiss sweep over us
and carry us away.
"Wow!" she said.
"Wow!" I agreed.
She rolled off of me onto her back again.
"Donna was right," she said. "Nobody ever took me there before. I
really like it."
"Me too," I said, and I paused to let my mind catch up with my
emotions. This has already gone too far too soon, I thought. Time to
cool things down. And so I said, "But what about Donna?"
"Huh?"
"What about Donna? An hour ago... a few minutes ago... I could have
said 'Forget about Donna.' But now I can't. She has feelings for me.
You said so. So how is Donna going to feel about this? About us?"
"Hey, don't ask me! I'm just the kid sister; she's the princess in
the house. I'm not supposed to take care of Donna."
"But you do care, don't you?"
"Huh?"
I can put two and two together sometimes. And sometimes I can also
sense when the answer is going to be a little more complicated than
four.
"Why did you want me to spank you?" I asked. "Was it just guilt?"
"Oh... that's... that was... ohhh! Don't ask me that, okay?"
I do believe she was blushing.
"I am asking you that. Okay, wait a minute. I'm sorry. It's
just... look, I've never been able to talk with anybody like this.
It's like with you there aren't any rules... no barriers, and no masks.
I never imagined it could be like this. Please don't freeze up on me
now!"
"It's not you, it's me. I don't want to look at that part of me
right now. I hate to get all embarrassed and defensive, but I just
can't explain what happened. Don't you see, I don't know where that
came from, and I'm a little scared."
"Scared of yourself?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe scared of who I really am. Or what I'm
leaving behind." She paused for a moment. Then shaking her head as if
to dismiss her speculations and search once more for the naked truth
she said, "When I decided I was going to be bad, I decided I would do
exactly what I wanted to do whenever I wanted to do it. Don't think
about it. Just wham! It occurs to me and I do it. And at that moment
I wanted you to spank me, simple as that."
"You don't ever have to be scared with me," I said, and I reached
over to pull her close. "Let's not talk about how that spanking made
you feel; that's kind of uncomfortable territory for me too. For now
let's just talk about whether you feel like you've betrayed your big
sister."
She jerked back a little.
"Betrayed?"
"Okay, stole her boyfriend."
"But you said you're not her boyfriend."
"All right, say you grabbed something she wanted before she could
grab it herself."
"But that's fair, isn't it?"
"Is it?"
"Well sure it is. She had her chance."
"But she was a good girl," I said. "Is that such a crime?"
Allison rolled over on top of me again, her warm naked body pressing
against me, and she kissed me very, very deeply. And when it was over
she sighed and stroked my face and looked into my eyes.
"It's not a crime," she said, "it's a pity."
Chapter II
After my little naked teenager kissed my mouth, she kissed my dick.
I was about three-quarters hard by now, rapidly recovering from our
frantic lovemaking earlier that night. My prick twitched at the touch
of her lips and grew even harder. Brushing her fingernails lightly
along the length of it, Allison seemed to be fascinated by the sight.
"Is this about... is it like...?"
"Yeah," I said, understanding her unspoken question, "it's about
average. Just about like anybody else's, except most guys don't have a
virgin's bloodstains on it. Not more than once in a lifetime, anyway."
"And how about you?"
"Once in a lifetime so far," I said.
"Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked, blushing a little once more.
"You can do anything you want with it... within reason," I answered.
So she hesitantly took the head of my dick between her lips and
touched it with her tongue. Evidently deciding that wasn't so bad
(which, given that it must have tasted of sweat, sperm, pussy juice and
blood, was a pretty courageous decision), she went ahead and allowed
more of my shaft into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the
under side of it. That pretty much did it for me; my recovery was
complete. I was rigid and ready for action.
If this was her first time, and by her actions it appeared that it
was, she was certainly willing to learn. She had evidently come across
the term "sucking cock," because that was the next thing she tried.
Suction was never my favorite kind of stimulation, but it sure did get
me harder. And then she tried imitating a fucking motion using her
mouth, bobbing up and down on my cock. Now this was definitely turning
me on. I was letting her control things, and she wasn't taking me very
deep, but I was definitely feeling better, thank you very much.
Wanting to share the pleasure she was giving me, I urged her to turn
her body around so I could return the favor. She didn't understand at
first.
"Don't stop, please, you're doing fine," I said, "but swing around
so your pussy is over my face."
Now she got the idea, and we were positioned for the classic sixty-
nine. The only disadvantage was that now she couldn't conveniently
reach the sensitive under side of my prick with her tongue any more,
but that was probably good if I didn't want to come in her mouth. And
I didn't. I had other plans.
My position, on the other hand, was just perfect for titillating her
clit.
Now I know a lot of guys would rather get a good blowjob than fuck.
Just lie back, or whatever, and feel the abstract sensations envelop
their dick. That's okay, if that's what they like. I just find it a
little bit odd. For me fellatio is simply foreplay. But eating pussy
can almost become an end in itself. It's not logical I know, but I can
just get lost in her sensations and what her sensations are doing to me
and what I'm doing to her and my reactions to that and so forth. Like
I said before, nothing turns me on more than turning on a beautiful
woman. And sometimes it's nice to be able to experience my partner's
climax without worrying about my own. It's a different kind of sexual
sensation. Of course it's also nice if we can come together at least
once before the evening's done. And that was my plan for the rest of
this evening.
I didn't go to work on Allison's clit right away. I started with
long, slow strokes of my tongue over her whole pussy.
"Ahhh," she moaned the first time she felt my tongue.
Of course to make that sound she had to momentarily stop whatever
else she was doing with her mouth, but that was all right. It was all
part of the plan to transfer her attention from my sex organ to hers.
And as I explored her pussy inside and out with my lips and my tongue
it certainly seemed to be working. Her hips had begun to move, and she
was gasping for breath around my cock in her mouth. Now I really began
to concentrate on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, closing my lips
around it, and humming to transmit the vibration. That one seemed to
really get to her. She was thrashing around and had totally lost her
connection with my prick. Alternating contact with her clit with
kisses up and down her cunt lips and once in a while taking her whole
pussy into my mouth at once and sucking and tonguing it, I managed to
bring her to a thunderous climax. She was huffing and puffing and
moaning and groaning. And then everything just stopped. She went
rigid. Her thighs locked around my face. And then her abdomen heaved
once, and then again and again. "Unh, unh, unh," she said. And she
started making this kind of "Eeeeeee" sound, and her pussy was almost
vibrating it was quivering so fast. And finally, after thirty seconds
or more, she collapsed on top of me. And her legs loosened, and I was
able to breathe.
Gasping, I rolled out from under her. I wasn't gasping any more
than she was.
This was going to be the tricky part. Timing was everything. I had
to give her time to come down gently from her second climax, without
letting things go so long that I lost my throbbing erection. Body
contact could help. Shifting around so we were hip to hip and nearly
face to face, I began to stroke her hair, her forehead, her temples,
her eyelids, which began to flutter, then opened. I stroked her cheek
and traced her lips with my fingers.
"That was..."
"Shhh," I said and stopped her with a kiss. A gentle one.
"That was..."
"I know," I said, and I kissed her again.
I felt her lips come alive under mine, and I knew the timing was
okay.
"Ummmmh," she said languidly, her arms coming up around my neck. I
could taste the mingled fluids from our sex organs, and it wasn't bad.
She was right; it wasn't bad. If somebody gave you a blind taste test,
you probably wouldn't pick that particular flavor, but right now, right
here, it tasted pretty damn good.
She pulled me toward her, and I rolled on top, our lips still locked
together. Her pelvis began to rock, and her breathing changed. She
was on the way up again. I was still in a pretty high state of arousal
myself, and I was just about to start trying to get into her pussy when
she said, "I want to try something different, okay?"
"Huh?"
"I want to be on top."
"Your turn," I said, rolling over onto my back.
And then she was lying on top of me, wondering what to do next. I
saw the look of puzzlement in her eyes.
"Try sitting up straight," I said. "Now back off so you can see my
dick."
It was still sticking up straight and proud, so that was no problem.
"Now raise yourself up on your knees so your pussy is up above me.
If you need to use your hands to help, do it!"
She knee-walked her way up my thighs and used her hands to guide my
rigid dick to her pussy.
"Now, do whatever seems comfortable!"
And as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, her whole body
trembled. I felt her pussy lips pass the head of my dick, the little
plop as they closed around my shaft, and the slow velvety envelopment
as her no-longer-virgin pussy closed tightly around me. Oh God! I
thought this was going to be okay. I thought I could last long enough
this time because I already got my rocks off once. But it seemed like
I could feel every ripple in her cunt walls. She was so tight and so
warm! Easy, I said to myself, take your mind off it.
So I tried. Not multiplication tables... I wanted to enjoy this
whole experience, and I had not enjoyed third grade. So I tried to
shift my attention away from my own pleasure to hers. I reached up for
her lovely tits. Her nipples were outstanding... way outstanding... at
least a quarter of an inch and probably more. I used a feathery touch
to just barely brush against them. "Oh! Yes!" she said, and she
shivered.
I cupped her breasts in my palms from below, lifting them up off
her chest, and just tried to concentrate on the heft of them, the
solidity of her flesh, their unique texture that made them Allison's
tits and not just anybody's. That's it, I thought, let's explore
Allison. And I made myself concentrate on her... eyebrows. She pays
some attention to them, I thought. They were plucked and shaped and
maybe a little penciled. Or maybe they were just naturally darker than
her hair.
"Ahhh." I heard the sound, and then I realized that it was me. Uh
oh. Allison was still riding me, taking me deep inside her and then
pulling back so I was just barely inside her lips. And it was getting
to me.
Her eyes, I thought desperately. And so I looked into her eyes,
only to find her eyes locked onto mine. Oh, no, I thought. This is a
big mistake. Looking into those magnificent eyes only aroused me more.
They were Allison's own singular beautiful eyes and I was looking at
her and she was looking at me and I was fucking her and she was fucking
me and it was a real person named Allison and she was gorgeous and she
talked to me for real and she had eyes that looked into my soul and I
was looking back again at hers and a wonderful tender warmth was taking
over my entire body and if I didn't do something right away I was going
to come before she did and I wanted us to come together because I
really felt... what? And so I said...
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Let me," I said.
And I rolled her over and got on top, somehow never losing contact
down below.
"Awww!" she said plaintively.
"Trust me," I said.
There's been a lot of bullshit about simultaneous orgasms. People
say that's an unrealistic expectation. People say they're overrated.
People say they just don't happen. Bullshit! I've always found it
hard to manage with oral sex. Oral sex works great to bring one person
or the other over the edge, but not both at once. Maybe some people
can do it; I can't. And I haven't yet found a woman who could control
her own responses and sense mine well enough to make it happen from a
woman-on-top position. Maybe it's possible; it's just never happened
to me.
But let me get on top, where I can control the depth and speed and
intensity of my penetration, and I can make it happen for both of us.
Not every time, but more often than not. The key, I think, is a kind
of simultaneous awareness. I know what's going on inside me, and at
the same time I can somehow feel what's going on inside her. Probably
it's body language... the sounds and the postures and the quivers and
shivers and stillnesses and silences and tensions and releases. They
all make a kind of music for me. And I'm the conductor. I know how to
control the climax.
Or maybe it's some kind of telepathic connection. I don't know. I
don't spend a lot of time thinking about it. All I know is that it's
something I can do.
And this time it worked. I fucked and paused and fucked and paused
to keep myself under control and make the experience last for both of
us, and I felt her excitement ebb and flow and rise and plateau and
rise again. And somehow aware that with this rise it was time for her
to go over the top, I let myself go as well. And just as her pussy
started a series of shivering contractions around my dick, my own
pulsation arrived.
That description was kind of physical and clinical, wasn't it? And
that's just wrong. That was just what happened to our bodies. But
what happened between us wasn't only physical. It wasn't even mostly
physical. It was the completion of a total communication between a man
and a woman totally lost in each other. And it was the best fuck of my
life. It was a revelation. It was unique in my experience.
Never mind that the woman in question was only eighteen years old
and very recently a virgin. She was a complete woman now. And as she
smiled up at me in the tremulous aftermath of our mutual orgasm, she
looked so content and self-satisfied that she almost scared me.
"Mmmmmh, that was sweet," Allison said. "It was different than
before."
It frightened me to say it, but I said, "Yeah, before was pretty
much just sex."
She looked at me with those powerful eyes and said, "So what was
this?"
Now I really was frightened by the honest answer to that question.
And excited. And defensively hesitant. I was afraid to admit to what
I felt.
"We got to know each other tonight," I evaded. "At least I feel
like I got to know you."
"Yes."
"And earlier it was just hormones, all right?"
"Not for me," she objected, and her stubborn honesty made me wonder
how I could possibly feel defensive. Against what?
"I told you," she continued, "I decided I would just act on my
impulses once a situation got started. But I spent a long time
thinking about the kind of situation I would get myself into."
"You mean...?"
"Oh yes, it was a very pre-meditated fuck. You were pretty easy,
actually."
"Easy?"
"To seduce. It was just like jujitsu. I used your own strength
against you."
"Uh..."
"Not following me, are you? I knew from reading Donna's diary that
you cared about a woman's feelings. That you wouldn't force yourself
on someone. But if someone invited you, I wondered if you could
refuse? It wouldn't really be gentlemanly, would it now? So I let you
know I wanted to get fucked, and the rest went pretty much according to
plan."
"Plus, it was hormones?"
"Yeah, it was hormones too."
"But just now...?"
"I didn't plan for just now," she said seriously.
"What?"
"What happened to me... to us just now wasn't part of any plan. I
wasn't manipulating anything. I got what I wanted the first time.
This last time was what I didn't know I wanted."
"And what was that?"
There was that question again, and she apparently wasn't any more
willing than I had been to answer it.
"Let's talk about Donna," she said.
"About Donna?" Her sudden change of direction had me a little
dizzy.
"Donna," she said. "You remember Donna?"
"Your sister."
"My sister. Your girlfriend."
"Not my girlfriend, remember?"
"You wanted her?"
"Yes."
"She wants you."
"So you said."
"So she said. Do you still want her?"
Well now! This appears to be crunch time. This whole day I have
not told Allison a lie. I don't think she's lied to me. So maybe
there are a few things she doesn't want to talk about, but she's been
more open with me than any other woman... any other person... ever has
been.
But Donna! Her bright eyes... her eagerness... her enthusiasm...
her quivering alertness and awareness of life!
"Yes!" I confessed.
Here it comes! I can't tell a little white lie to save the best
thing that ever happened to me. It's all over!
"You still want her?" Allison's eyes looked steely gray as they
challenged me to look straight at her.
"Yes, I still want her." I struggled to hold her gaze.
I don't know how to describe it. There's no physical explanation.
But Allison's eyes changed as I watched them. They softened, actually
changed color, and then they were twinkling with mischief.
"Let's go get her then," she said.
Stunned again, I simply looked at her.
"Don't look at me like that. It's simple. She wants you. You want
her. We just have to make it possible."
"But you and me," I said. "That's something special."
"Special!" she said. "Yeah, I think that's right. But you think
there's something special between you and Donna too, don't you?"
"I wanted to think so."
"So why not make it so?"
"You're important to me now. I don't want to lose you."
"You think I'll get lost so easily? Not even!"
"You're not jealous?" I asked.
"Let me worry about that," she said.
"So what can we do?" I asked.
"I'll have to have some time to think about that. Right now I ought
to get home; I'm not supposed to be out late even on Saturday night."
"Can I see you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow we're all supposed to spend the day with Grandma. Can you
get some time off on Monday?"
"I'll try. Where should I meet you?"
"Why not at my house? What could seem more innocent? I've got a
summer job interview at ten; meet me at eleven Monday morning. We can
talk. I'll say I've asked you for employment advice. Nobody will
question it. You're my sister's friend, after all."
"And Donna?"
"Donna?" she said. "Donna's gonna be a bad girl!"
Chapter III
Monday morning Allison's mother answered the door, and I just
stared. I had met Mrs. Price a week ago, but a week ago Mrs. Price
hadn't been wearing a little black bikini. She was taller than Allison
and shorter than Donna. She had light brown hair streaked with
brightness that could have come from the sun or a clever hairdresser.
Her eyes were hazel, and there were tiny crow's feet at the corners.
But her face was smooth and her skin was clear and tan. No makeup.
Her tits were smaller than either of her daughters'... a B-cup I would
guess. Her belly was flat, with just a little roundness starting below
the navel. Her long-muscled legs were just on the lean side of
voluptuous. She had painted toenails.
"Uh, Mrs. Price," I said, realizing I had been staring for what
seemed like a long, long time.
"Debbi," she said with a dazzling smile that said she enjoyed being
appreciated. "Come in, Robert. Allison's going to be late. She just
called and said the interview was good and now she's supposed to meet
the boss. That will probably take at least another hour."
"Uh, okay."
"I was just about to go out on the deck to get some sun. Would you
like to grab something to drink and join me?"
"Uh, okay."
Her ass was wide and womanly, but still high and shapely. Her
cheeks spilled out of the sides of her bikini bottom, suggesting that
she bought the suit so the top would fit, and the bottom wasn't quite
up to its job. No ripples, no dimples marred the silky surface exposed
by the bottom of that tiny swimsuit. A taut, enticing little wobble as
she walked. Fascinating!
Following her to the kitchen I was thinking, Mrs. Price... Debbi...
is a babe!
"I'm drinking wine; would you like some?"
"No, thank you," I said. "A Coke is fine for me."
She pulled the tab on a can of Coke, then filled her glass from a
half-empty bottle of Chablis.
I felt awkward for a while, talking with Debbi on the deck beside
the pool. Somehow I felt like a kid again. Maybe it was because this
was the mother of the girl I had just fucked a couple of days ago. But
it didn't take long for me to feel more comfortable. Debbi had some of
her older daughter's quick liveliness and some of her younger
daughter's earthy sensuality. It was a potent combination. All in
all, it gave her a vibrant, youthful manner to go along with the
youthful body her tiny swimsuit revealed. We were sitting in the shade
in a couple of sling chairs with a table between us. Over near the
pool, out in the sun, there was a mat with a towel spread over it and a
bottle of tanning oil beside it. Debbi finished her wine and said, "I
hate to see such a nice, sunny day go past without taking advantage of
it. Would you mind helping me?"
"Sure," I said, not really sure at all what she meant.
She got up and walked over to the mat by the pool. I watched the
wobble and felt my dick twitch in my pants.
She lay down on her stomach; then she untied the bikini straps
across her back and around her neck. Setting them aside, she looked
over her bare shoulder at me and said, "I have trouble getting the oil
on evenly all over my back. Can you...?"
"Oh, sure," I said, hoping there wasn't too big a bulge in my jeans
as I got up from the chair. There had been another sizable twitch as I
pictured my hands roaming over all that exposed skin. Was this an
innocent request, or was there something else going on here? Surely
not! I guess I was about to find out.
"The oil is over there." She rolled slightly over on her side as
she gestured toward the bottle of tanning oil, and I caught a partial
profile of her breast. I knew where the oil was, and I thought she
should have known I knew.
I knelt down beside her and began spreading the oil over her
shoulders. Her skin was warm in the sunshine, and the oil flowed
easily beneath my palms. I kneaded her firm muscles as I spread the
oil, and I thought I heard her sigh a little. Getting bolder, I said,
"It'll be easier to get on evenly if I... if I kind of straddle you so
I'm right over your back."
She didn't answer, so after a moment I swung my leg across her
thighs and knelt over her, just below her lovely butt. I wasn't
touching her below the waist, but my dick could feel the heat rising
from her skin even through the fabric of my Levi's. And my dick was
responding. My hands were moving down onto her back now, and as they
moved to the outside of her body, I wondered how close I should come to
the sides of her breasts. Well, I thought, any skin I could touch the
sun could touch too, so I spread the oil everywhere I could reach. The
first time my fingers gently brushed against what was obviously boob
instead of back, I felt her flinch a little. But she didn't say
anything. So I continued, working the oil thoroughly into her skin. I
was down to the slimness of her waist now, then down to the base of her
spine, and there was the top of her bikini bottom. She seemed almost
to be dozing in the sun, her bare back glistening with the fresh
coating of oil.
I decided to start from the other end and work my way back up, so I
moved down to her feet, with their pretty painted toes. I rested her
foot on my thigh and took those toes in my hands, massaging them with
my fingers as I rubbed them with oil. I pressed my thumbs into the
ball of her foot, working on the muscles there. She had small,
delicate, high-arched feet, and the skin inside the arch was thin and
supple. My dick was getting uncomfortable in my pants.
I did the other foot, and then her calves, feeling the way the skin
covered the firm muscles so tightly. There wasn't much fat on this
woman.
And then I was at the top of her thighs, and the only unprotected
skin left was on the cheeks of her ass. Somehow as I worked my way up
her body, I had drawn closer and closer to her, until now my thighs
were touching her upper legs and by butt was resting lightly just above
her knees. She still seemed oblivious to everything I was doing, her
eyes closed, her breathing deep and regular. Coating my palm with oil,
I gently stroked upward from her thigh and onto her partially exposed
ass. And I felt her shiver.
I knew that shiver! And I felt a thrill right down at the bottom of
my balls, as I knew what she wanted me to do now. With one hand I
gently pulled the fabric of her bikini away from her skin. And I moved
the other hand slowly but firmly up under the cloth and pressed it
against her pale bare flesh. And I felt her muscles begin to move
beneath my palm. She was grinding her pussy against the mat below her.
She still hadn't opened her eyes or made a sound, but as I slowly slid
my hand out from under her bikini, I thought I heard a faint groan of
protest.
Little did she know, I thought. Hooking my fingers in the top of
her brief bikini bottom, I pressed my lips against her back, just above
the cloth-covered cleft of her ass. Feeling no resistance, I began
peeling the bikini off of her bottom, following just behind the
retreating fabric with my kisses. She lifted her hips a little to help
me, but as soon as the fabric had cleared her pussy, she was pushing
her now-naked cunt into the towel again. After a few final kisses
right at the creases where her ass met her thighs, I pulled her garment
all the way down her long, slender legs and threw it aside. Coating my
hands again with oil, I began to massage the gleaming-white globes of
her ass. Then I drew an oil-coated finger down the cleft to rest on
the wrinkled rosebud of her anus. Her breathing had become noisy now,
and as I applied a gentle pressure against her asshole, she could not
stop the moan that escaped her lips. Slowly her sphincter muscles
relaxed, and the tip of my finger was inside her. More pressure and
the oil-coated digit was fully enveloped up to the last knuckle,
lubricating her as it entered her completely. She was gasping now, and
she lifted her hips up off the towel she was lying on. I slid my other
hand between her thighs to find her pussy. My fingers found it hot and
juicy and entirely hairless. You can't say this family isn't full of
surprises, I thought.
I slid my middle finger into her cunt and found her clit with my
thumb. Stroking that straining nubbin softly, I wiggled the finger I
had in her pussy and also the one in her ass. Now she cried out, and I
discovered that my two fingers could feel their opposite motions inside
her.
"Your dick!" She had trouble speaking with all the gasping and
groaning and grunting going on now.
"What?" I wasn't sure I heard her right. I was pretty excited
myself.
"Your dick... in me!"
"Turn over," I said, pulling my hands away.
"In my ASS!" she cried. And she pulled her knees up and her elbows
in and lifted her ass into the air.
"HURRY!" she shouted, heedless of any neighbors who might have been
listening on the other side of the fence.
Quickly stripping out of my shirt and jeans, I coated my prick with
tanning oil, put the head of my dick at the entrance to her asshole,
and pushed. As I increased the pressure, I felt a sudden yielding, and
my dickhead popped inside.
"Yesss!" she cried, and I could feel her sphincter clutching me just
below the ridge at the top of my shaft. Slowly I pushed my lubricated
dick forward in her lubricated tunnel until my balls were resting just
behind her pussy. And I felt her fingers brush against me as she
reached down and began frantically stimulating herself. She was holding
herself up on one elbow now and her small, firm breasts were hanging
free just above the towel. I reached out and my hands found her turgid
nipples.
I began to hump her ass and she began to moan and that's when we
heard the voice.
"Robert! I can't believe you're fucking my mother in the ass."
I froze, and my dick began to wither. Debbi gasped in shock this
time, not in passion.
"Is it fun?" the voice asked.
"Allison!" I cried.
"Butt-fucking sure looks like fun. Mother, is it fun?"
"Allison, you know you aren't supposed to talk like that," Debbi
said with an attempt at indignation. Maybe some people can carry off
righteous indignation with a softening cock in their butt, I don't
know. But it wasn't working for Debbi. Her face was flaming with shame
at one end, and at the other end her ass was still squirming against me
in arousal.
"I'd like to watch Robert humping your ass. Would you like that,
Robert?"
Allison walked up behind me and cupped my balls in her hand,
squeezing them gently.
"Mmmmph," I said.
"Oh I'm sorry, did I hurt your balls?" And she began to run her
fingertips lightly all over my scrotum. My dick was getting hard again
inside Debbi's asshole.
"Allison, what are you doing?" her mother cried.
"I'm stroking Robert's balls, Mother, can you feel it?" And Allison
moved her hand forward to touch her mother. "Why Mother, it feels like
you've shaved your pussy!"
"Allison... unhh... unhh... what... are you... doing!"
"Now I'm playing with your pussy, just like you were doing when I
first saw you. Does it feel good?"
Debbi was squirming hard now, panting in her passion. I put my
hands on her hips and began moving in and out of her ass again. It was
too much for Debbi.
"Oh, yessss!" she cried out in complete capitulation. "Do me... do
me, honey... do your mommy!"
I could feel Allison's cool arm against my balls as she reached
beneath me to finger her mother's pussy. And then she leaned those
wonderful soft breasts against my back. She kissed the nape of my neck
and then she took the lobe of my ear in her teeth and flicked it with
her tongue. And all the time her body was rocking back and forth with
me in time to my butt-fucking rhythm.
"I hope this isn't like just too totally kinky for you," she
murmured, and then she thrust her tongue into my ear.
"Ahhh!" I said, pumping away even harder.
Debbi wasn't silent all this time either. She was moaning and
groaning and gasping with pleasure.
And then I felt the pressure of Allison's tits lift off my back.
What? I wondered. But then I understood, as her blonde head slipped
between my thighs and she slid on her back up underneath her mother's
cunt.
"Oh, noooo... Honey no... No you... can't, you... you... you...
unhh... UNHHHH... YESSS!" And Debbi screamed in surrender to a
tumultuous orgasm with her daughter's mouth clamped to her pussy and
her daughter's tongue teasing her clit.
It was too much for me, and I came too, shooting spurt after spurt
of sperm into Debbi's ass.
Debbi collapsed onto Allison and I collapsed onto Debbi, and then
there was a muffled "Hey!" from the bottom of the pile.
So I rolled off of Debbi and Debbi rolled off of Allison and there we
were... two naked bodies with a fully clothed teenager between us.
Nobody said a word as the three of us caught our breath.
Then Allison sat up. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand,
she sniffed at her mother's juices.
"I meant to tell you, Mommy, I'm a bad girl now. But I never
dreamed that you might be a bad girl too."
"I know I should feel ashamed for what I did but I don't," Debbi
said. She was almost glowing. "I feel bad and I feel great! But you,
Allison. What can I say to you?"
"Say I helped make you feel good. That's all I wanted to do.
Robert taught me what wonderful things his lips and tongue could do to
me, and I just wondered what it would feel like to do it to someone
else. You looked like you could use some help, so.... "
"You and Robert...? "
"Yes, we had sex Saturday night. It wasn't Robert's fault. I
started it. But we finished it together."
"Whew, this is a lot for me to adjust to all at once," Debbi said.
I don't know what's happened to me all of a sudden."
"I know, me too. Can I ask you something Mom?"
"What, honey?"
"When did you shave your pussy?"
"That... oh that was this morning. I was just shaving for my bikini
and then I shaved off a little more and a little more, and I just got
so horny, and I was drinking wine, and then Robert... and then... "
"I think that's just about where I came in," Allison said. "Look,
would anybody mind? I mean, my clothes got kind of rumpled, and I'm
the only one wearing anything." She looked questioningly at me and
then at her mother.
"Mind if you... " Debbi looked her daughter up and down. "Well
I... " She looked down at her own naked body. "Well I guess ... "
"Good. I'll be a lot more comfortable." And Allison began
stripping off her clothes.
And pretty soon I was sitting there with two naked women. I
couldn't help making comparisons. Allison with her angelic face, her
compact young athlete's body, her high, soft breasts, her long,
luscious legs and a light growth of neatly-trimmed hair on her pussy.
Her mother longer and leaner, despite her more womanly shape, her body
also firm and trim, her tits small and fine, drooping only slightly
despite her age. And her glistening bare pussy. She certainly had
nothing to be ashamed of, sitting beside her naked teenaged daughter.
They were both lovely, and I wondered how I got to be so lucky.
My dick was starting to show its appreciation, but I don't think
Allison or Debbi noticed. They were looking at one another with
curiosity and wonder. This had to be a very strange experience for
them. For the present, I was just a forgotten bystander.
Debbi reached out and touched her daughter's face. She ran the back
of her fingers lightly down Allison's chest and across one marvelous
tit. "When did you get to be so beautiful?" she asked. "You've turned
into a real woman."
"It's fairly recent, but yeah, I'm a real woman now. And you! I
never knew you... you know."
"I never did... before."
"And wow... taking it in your ass!"
"Well Eugene has a vasectomy and I'm not on the pill and it felt
really different when it was my own idea."
I had the feeling it was a bit too much for Allison to take in all
at once, but I heard everything Debbi said. A hazy picture was
beginning to take shape in my mind.
Allison concentrated on the part she did understand. "Mo-om! You
made me and Donna get on the pill even when we told you we weren't
doing anything."
"And I was right, too, wasn't I?"
Allison dropped her eyes. "Yeah, I guess so. At least about me.
But I think Donna's still trying to be Daddy's good little girl." She
gave a wicked giggle and looked up at Debbi again. "But Daddy's in New
Delhi for two weeks, and Donna has no idea what she's missing, does
she?"
Debbi and Allison exchanged a meaningful look, woman to woman.
"What a coincidence," I said. "I just started a two-week vacation."
I had it coming. I could start it whenever I wanted.
That got their attention back to me all right.
"Hmm," Debbi said speculatively, reaching out to touch my growing
prick.
"Hey wait a minute," Allison cried. "Don't I get a turn?"
"Of course you do," I said, and I turned to kiss her, trying to
ignore her mother's presence. It was an awkward kiss, a little
tentative, as if it were okay for Debbi to know I had sex with her
daughter but not okay to know the tenderness I felt for Allison. It
occurred to me that I had not kissed Debbi on the lips, and there
wasn't much that was tender in what we had done with each other.
Allison was looking at me with a pout of disappointment on her face.
"You know we can do better than that," she said.
So I tried again and it was much better. Much, much better. I lost
myself in the experience, and I was moaning into her mouth and stroking
her hair and her cheek. And she was right there with me, crushing her
breasts against my chest, softly quivering under my lips and my touch,
and when it was over she clung to me, her breaths coming almost like
sobs.
When I finally noticed Debbi again she was just staring at us. Her
mouth was hanging open and there was a look of almost desperate hunger
in her eyes. "Do you think you could do that for me?" she asked.
"I honestly don't know," I said, "but I'm willing to try."
I turned to her and with a sudden lunge she pressed her lips
savagely against mine. I could feel the want, the need in her touch,
and it burned me like fire. Her lips writhed against me, and so did
her body. "Nnhhhh," she held a single note, nasal and keening high.
And then her tongue jammed its way between my lips to collide
against my teeth, giving me no time to open and accept it. She swept
it back and forth between my upper lip and my teeth, and then I let it
inside to wrestle with mine. Her fingernails were digging into my
back, and her hips were bucking. "Unh, unh, unh," she cried.
It was as intense in its way as any kiss I ever experienced, but it
was all right there, right now, totally physically involving but
lacking any true communion of spirit. It had my pulse racing, my
temples throbbing, and my dick rigid and thrusting up between us. And
I could only take it for so long. I came up for air.
"You don't know how I needed that," she gasped. And then she looked
into my eyes. "It wasn't there, was it? It wasn't the same."
"That was something else," I said. "Wow! Really wow!"
"So we can work with that?" she said hopefully.
"Oh, yeah!"
And she was on me again, kissing my lips, my chest, my navel, my
dick, and then enveloping it with her mouth. Reaching out for Allison,
I pulled her lips to mine. I was a little distracted at first, but
then the magical connection between us took over most of my
concentration. I was aware of Debbi's delightful blowjob, but at a
distance, in the background. In the foreground were Allison's
wonderful lips and her velvety tits against my side. It felt like
every pore of my skin was straining to absorb her. My dick was
throbbing and I really didn't know which to credit, the daughter's
passionate kiss on my lips or the mother's talented mouth on my cock.
But I was getting an idea.
I should probably stop to admit right now that this was my first
time with two women. It seemed like there were tits and asses and
mouths and pussies everywhere, and I was almost at a loss as to how to
handle it all. But I was beginning to see one real advantage in the
situation. If I needed a distraction to keep me from getting too
excited at the bottom end, what better distraction than another
beautiful woman demanding my attention at the top end?
"I want your pussy," I said to Allison.
"Oh yes," she said, and swinging one leg over my body, she hunched
her cunt up against my face. She was facing me, so I was able to bury
my mouth in her pussy and at the same time look up to see her wonderful
tits swaying and her long hair flying as her body writhed in response
to my lips and tongue. I kept concentrating on every fold and furrow
of her cunt until her juices coated my lower face and mixed with my own
saliva and began to run down the sides of my neck. She was making
noises now indicating she was fully aroused. "Trade!" I cried.
"Huh?" Allison grunted, and Debbi raised her head from my dick.
"Debbi, come sit on my face," I directed, "and Allison, sit on my
prick!"
I knew that Allison had been disappointed when she hadn't been able
to ride me to a climax two days ago, and I hoped I had found a way to
make that up to her. With her mother's pussy to distract me, she
should be able to ride me to her heart's and her cunt's content.
Debbi chose to straddle me facing her daughter, and so she watched
as Allison slowly lowered herself onto my cock. Despite her evident
arousal, Allison was really taking her time. I thought I knew her now,
and I felt she was concentrated on fully savoring the sensation, not
just waiting for her tight teenaged cunt to adjust to my size.
Debbi was wet, whether from our earlier kiss or from her own
response to stimulating my cock I didn't know. I ran my tongue up her
slit to flick against her clit, and she moaned. Broadening my tongue,
I licked long, wide strokes up her smooth, bare pussy for a while, then
burrowed into her vagina as far as my tongue could reach. She started
really humping against my face, and it was getting tough to keep my
tongue where I wanted it. I was stabbing out at her clit now, firing
at a moving target. Sometimes I hit it and sometimes I didn't. Every
hit drew a gasp or a cry, and even when I missed it seemed to feed her
passion.
Allison had started out with long, slow strokes, rising and falling
and rising again in a languid rhythm on my cock. I was amazed at her
control. I couldn't see her of course, but I imagined her eyes closed,
her expression rapt, her perfect face at peace. But as her arousal
built at her own chosen pace, her movement quickened. Her strokes were
faster and harder, and I could feel a little forward lean and twist
every time she hit bottom and pulled the base of my cock against her
clit. For sure it wasn't experience; the girl was a natural. She must
have just been concentrating fully every single moment on what she was
feeling, and feeling how to make it better. I already knew she had the
ability to make every moment an eternity; she was using that now to
blaze a long, slow path to ecstasy.
Debbi was thrashing and gasping and moaning above me, her juices
flooding me... and then she froze, her thighs clamped against my ears
and her pussy jammed against my face.
"Oh God... oh... oh... ahhhhhhh!" And with a long, slowly subsiding
cry she collapsed away from my face.
"So good, so good, so good," she murmured.
And I was able to look up at Allison. Just as I did she opened her
eyes to look at me. For a moment she paused, and the look in her eyes
was like... determination. Then she was riding me hard again. Her
rhythm was fierce, her mouth was open, and she was gasping for breath.
Her lovely features were distorted, her nostrils flared, her cheeks
creased, and the veins of her neck standing out. Her face and throat
and chest were glowing red. But her eyes were cool and bottomless
pools, calm and soothing and arousing. They brought a sudden clarity
and intensity to my own perceptions, and that meant the feeling in my
dick as well. I felt a twitch and a preparatory sensation back up
behind my balls. Allison looked deep into my eyes and... she...
stopped. Still gasping, she was poised with my dickhead just inside
her inner lips. And she smiled a mysterious smile. After a series of
minor pulsations, my dick was still again. And Allison slowly lowered
herself until our pubic bones met. She leaned far forward, pressing
her breasts against me. I raised my head for her and she kissed me.
It was a messy kiss. But it was heavenly.
"I... I..." Allison paused and caught her breath. "I never felt
like this before," she said simply.
"Yes," I said.
"I think I'm in... "
"Yes," I said, and I lifted my hips up into her.
"Oh, yes," she said. My hips subsided and hers lifted and we were
back into a rhythm that seemed to suit us both. I could feel my
excitement rising, my balls pounding toward eruption, and there wasn't
a thing I could do about it. Allison was in control. But we were
still looking deep into each other's eyes, and somehow Allison knew
each time I approached a climax, and she was able to slow just enough
to prolong our pleasure. I don't know how long this went on, until
finally I wasn't able to hold on any longer. And just as I felt myself
surging out of control I felt Allison's body spasm once... twice...
three times as she pushed me deep inside her, and then I felt my fluid
surge into her cunt and her cunt quiver around my cock and I cried out
and she cried out and my arms were around her back and her arms were
grasping my shoulders and her lips were soft against my sweaty neck and
my lips were soft against her damp and fragrant hair and we were both
so full of feeling that the world went away.
You hear people talk about "timeless moments." I wonder if they
really know what they're talking about. I know I have absolutely no
idea how long Allison and I clung to each other. I know that as my
awareness of the world slowly returned, it was the contact between her
body and mine that first penetrated my consciousness. All that bare
skin touching. The millions of surface neurons that were stimulated.
The smells. The tiny frictions as we drew our separate breaths. The
weight of her. My dick slowly withdrawing from her as detumescence and
gravity took hold. But most of all the warm, astonishing rightness of
feeling this individual woman in my arms. Beyond question I had
something of priceless value in my hands right now, and I was suddenly
afraid that I was just stupid enough to fumble it away. My whole
lifetime could be balanced on this one moment. And as my awareness
expanded to include Debbi's face looking down on us as we embraced I
thought, balances just don't get any more precarious than this.
I might need a miracle.
"Hi," Debbi said, sitting back on her heels beside us. "You went
away for a while."
"Hi," I said, ducking her gaze. But then I thought better of it.
This wasn't a situation I could duck out of.
Allison opened her eyes and looked first at me. "Hi," she said
softly, with a smile that had a little pride in it... and a lot of
something else. Then she rolled over on her back. "Hi, Mom."
Mother and daughter regarded each other calmly. There was no
conflict in their eyes, no challenge. Rather, I thought I saw an
earnest and honest effort to understand one another, not as parent and
child, but as two grown women who shared a deep and unbreakable bond
and were getting to know each other all over again.
"You two seem to have found something special," Debbi said.
I looked at Allison and I knew that it was true. But it was
something that Allison and I needed to talk to each other about before
discussing it with anyone else. Talk about calmly, with all our
clothes on. At the height of her passion, Allison had almost blurted
out something that in a calmer mood she might not be quite ready to
say. This feeling between us was still so new, so sudden. Allison
seemed to be thinking something similar, because she just looked at me
in silence and smiled. She reached out and touched my hand. With all
our flesh exposed to one another, her choices were unlimited. So her
modest gesture seemed to urge mutual restraint, at least for now.
Since she had pretty clearly forfeited the right to disapprove of
our behavior, Debbi had apparently decided to give us her blessing and
support. And recognize that her daughter had first claim on my
devotion. She might even have been catching on faster than I was.
"I know I've found something today," she said. "I've discovered
me."
"What do you mean?" Allison asked.
"I've discovered I'm more than I knew I was. I haven't really
changed. I'm still what I was before. But there's so much more that I
didn't know was there in me. I mean, Robert, I truly didn't know I
could do what I did to you. You really didn't have a chance, did you?
Did you?"
"Well," I said, "I'm not very good at resisting a beautiful, sexy
woman who lets me know she wants me." I glanced at Allison. "I'm
sorry," I said.
"Hey, that's how I got you to notice me, isn't it?"
"Well, yes," I said...
"But it's different," Debbi said, completing my sentence. "It felt
different. It's been a long time since it mattered, but I do know the
difference between sex and..." she paused, looking at Allison and me,
respecting our verbal reticence with each other. "Whatever," she said.
She started again. "Robert... you... you just said you aren't good
at resisting... well..." Debbi blushed and took a deep breath. "I just
didn't know I was that kind of woman. I've been letting someone else
decide who 'me' is. But I'm not like that! There's more to me than
that! And he'd better be able to see that or..."
"Mom," Allison said softly.
Debbi gathered herself. "Sorry, sweetheart," she said.
"You've got a lot of stuff to work out, Mom. Are you okay?"
I was looking on in awe. Where did she get this? Eighteen years
old and such maturity. After all that had happened in her life in the
past three days, she had all that under control and was able to comfort
her mother. What kind of incredible woman was I getting involved with?
Debbi was obviously adjusting things deep inside herself. "I'm okay
for now, thanks honey. You're right, I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'll have to talk to Eugene." And then her attention shifted to us.
"But what are you going to tell Donna? I mean, I thought... we all
thought... I think Donna thought..."
"Donna took way too much for granted," Allison said. "And now I
think I need to tell her everything." Noticing her mother's reaction,
she said, "Oh no, I don't mean everything about all of us, at least not
yet. But everything about me and Robert. Everything she'll sit still
to listen to."
"But why?" Debbi asked. "Are you trying to hurt your sister?""
"Oh no," Allison replied, "I'm trying to help her. I think she
needs to know what she's missing before she can miss it enough to
change."
"Maybe she doesn't want to change," Debbi said.
"Oh, she wants to change, all right. I just need to give her the
proper motivation."
And so the game began.
"Robert has already agreed, and Mom, you're going to have to help
too," Allison said. "You're going to have to not notice a few things
when things start to happen. And Robert, you're going to have to
notice, but not too much. At least not at first. I don't know for
sure what's going to happen. I think she's going to come after you. I
need you to encourage her by nibbling at the lure instead of biting.
Do you think you can manage that?"
I couldn't believe this woman. She was sitting naked between her
naked mother and her naked lover... conquest... whatever, plotting my
seduction of her sister. And knowing I had swallowed this little
virgin's bait hook, line and sinker, she was telling me that Donna
would require a different approach.
She looked into my eyes. "When I seduced you... yes, Mom, I did...
I had already decided I wanted to be bad and it was only a matter of
getting your cooperation. Like I told you, it was easy. Now Donna
still wants to be a good girl. She also wants you. But if she's going
to enjoy it, first she has to decide she'll be a bad girl to get you.
You seduce her by letting her seduce you. But make her overcome some
resistance. Make her be blatant."
"Allison, do you think Donna will do that?" Debbi asked. "What kind
of girl do you think she is?"
Reaching across me to touch her mother with a gentle caress, Allison
said, "What kind of woman did you think you were? Donna's just like
us. She just doesn't know it yet."
And so we began to plot how to teach her. Allison would talk to her
first, arousing her with frank description, teasing her jealousy,
tempting her to try to steal me back. And subtly telling her what it
would take to do that. Debbi would be prepared to ignore Donna's
change in behavior, presuming it actually began to change. But if
Donna came to her for advice, well, she would be prepared to advise.
And I would be receptive but slightly remote, drawing her out and
making her win me. It was Allison's genius to know just how her sister
felt, and be pretty sure how she would react to each of our assumed
roles. And it all came out of her own ruthless honesty. "I've felt
that competitiveness," she said. "I've felt the longing. I've felt
the uncertainty. I've felt the frustration. I've felt the fear. But
I went after what seemed out of reach. And thank God it wasn't." She
clasped my bare arm against her heart.
"You don't have any idea the doubts I felt. You could have thought
I was just a silly kid who didn't know what she was doing. You could
have been respectable. You could have ignored me. That would have
been like death. It felt like I was risking that much. But I got to
you. I did. And the way that made me feel... it was more than I ever
imagined. And I know I've touched you deep down. Can you deny it?"
she challenged.
I couldn't. I was silent.
"And that's why I feel like I can share," she said. "Mom?"
There it was again, that incredible self-assuredness, even in
admitting her own insecurity. And her certain knowledge that her
mother, who had seduced me herself, would recognize something between
us that she could not touch.
"I can feel that, hon," Debbi said. "But aren't you afraid...?"
"Sure I am. My insides quiver with it." She looked at me with
those eyes that would not be denied. "But I have to know. I want to
help my sister, and I have to know." Her eyes boring into mine, she
said, "What do you want?"
Oh God, I want it all, I thought. I want Debbi and Donna and
Allison. Donna especially.
"I want her," I said. "I think maybe I love you but I want your
sister!"
"Good," she said.
I've made two terrible confessions in one sentence and she says...
good?
Chapter IV
Allison talked to Donna that night, and the next day she came to my
apartment to talk to me. It was a warm evening, and she was wearing
shorts and sandals and a white knit top that left her navel bare. I
could see the color as well as the shape of the tips of her nipples. I
took her in my arms and kissed her deeply, but then I put my hands on
her shoulders and held her at arms' length.
"Remember how I talked about having a conversation with all our
clothes on? I think it's time."
"I think so too," Allison said, and then she giggled. "If only to
prove we can do it. I'm a horny little slut, you know."
"I know. I'm pretty randy myself, and I'd like to ravish you right
now, right here in the living room. But let's sit down instead." And
I sat down on the couch.
"And I want to be ravished," she said, "but we'll have time for
that."
I could see her eyeing the easy chair across the corner of the
coffee table, but she rejected that idea and settled on the sofa beside
me. Snuggling against my shoulder she said, "So what shall we talk
about?"
"Well," I said, "we can talk about us as in you and me, or we can
talk about us as in you and me and your family."
"We can talk about the you-and-me us later. I think it might
actually be easier to talk about family."
"Okay," I said, "your mom. You walked in on me fucking her in the
ass, and you ended up licking her pussy while she came. That's
pretty... unusual."
"You mean kinky... maybe perverted. Yeah, but how did it make you
feel?"
"Shocked, at first," I admitted. "But when I saw it didn't bother
you that I was fucking your mom... when I saw you actually joining
in... it was... it was a very erotic experience. How can I say it...?
I don't know... when you joined in it was like... oh! This Allison is
so... so totally... "
"Yeah, perverted!"
"NO! You were just so out there on the edge... so honestly
responding to your own feelings! I... well, I might have fucked your
mother's ass awhile longer if I hadn't been so excited by you. I was.
And you, you were so willing to... what was your word... share."
"And that's because I was almost sure of what I was sharing."
Allison twisted around and laid her head in my lap, looking up into my
eyes. One of my hands came to rest on her naked midriff, while the
other stroked her hair.
"I know Mom is a very sexy woman," she said. "I think I probably
know it even better than she does. I've seen the way men look at
her... married men, single men, old men and young men. But I don't
think she ever saw it. Daddy saw it. And I know he didn't like it.
That's so different. Because I like it when other women look at you
and think you're sexy. It makes me feel good because I saw you first.
Okay, maybe not first, but latest. It might make me jealous if I
thought you were looking at other women... my mother... my sister...
just like you look at me." She took my hand and placed it on her
chest. "But I feel in here it's different."
"So we're talking about us as in you and me now," I said.
"Yeah, I guess we are," Allison said, and then she gently laid my
hand aside and sat up, backing off to face me a couch cushion away.
"And we're talking with all our clothes on. Is it different?" she
asked.
"What?"
"You and me," she said. "Are we different?" And the combination
of assertiveness and vulnerability in her voice melted my heart. Her
eyes were open and defenseless.
"Yes," I said. "We're different from anything I've ever
experienced, and I've lived longer than you. But you may be wiser than
me. I could decide to ignore my feelings about Donna. I could put her
behind me. I would do that for you. But you know I would always
wonder. Looking into the distant future, you can feel me wondering,
what about her sister?" I met Allison's eyes, knowing I was helpless
to resist their beauty, but I tried to stay concentrated on finding all
of my true feelings.
"The distant future," I said, "yeah I'm looking at us together way
out there; I admit it. I'm the one who said the 'L' word, remember?
You haven't said it yet."
"You want me to say the 'L' word?" Her eyes flashed. "Love! I'm
in love with you! Try to tell me you didn't know that. Try to tell me
you're not in love with me too."
We were still sitting apart. I yearned to take her wordlessly into
my arms, but I knew that words were what were called for here. "I
can't deny it," I said.
She leaned toward me, but my hands were out, motioning for her to
stay away. "Don't touch me now. Just look at me, okay, look at my
eyes."
I looked earnestly into her eyes. "I'm not sure," I admitted,
struggling to make my words match my honest feelings. "You and me," I
said, "I can't even imagine a time when it's not you and me. And yet I
can. I can imagine me with somebody else. Donna. She's tangled up in
my desires. Honestly, there's a risk there."
"That's why we need to take that risk, both of us," she said. "If
you find something more with Donna, you need to know that. I need to
know that. You can go forward and I can go forward. Nobody looking
back. But I believe I'm going to win. I don't think Donna can get to
you like I did. Go for it! See if I'm not right."
What could I say to that? Nothing. So I changed the subject.
"Donna..." I said, "how did she react?"
"Oh, wow!"
"What happened?"
"Well, I waited until Mom went to bed, just to make it look good,
and then I went to Donna's room. I wasn't wearing anything but my
sleep-shirt, a big old oversize T-shirt. That just seemed right,
somehow. I didn't have any real big plan. I thought I'd just talk to
Donna and see how it went."
"And?" I said.
"It was kind of hard to get started," Allison began, "so I just
said, 'I guess we need to talk about Robert.'
'Why?' Donna asked.
'You like Robert?'
'Yeah, I guess so.'
'But you don't want to get involved?'
'I don't think so. Why?'
'Cause I did.'
'Did what?'
'Get involved. With Robert.'
'Involved?'
'Yeah, I fucked him Saturday night.'
And I could tell Donna's mind was just totally blown away. And not
so much that I might have fucked you, but that I could say it like that
to her.
'Allison!' she said.
'Donna?' I said.
'You didn't,' she whispered.
'I did,' I said.
'Allison!'
'And I liked it.'
Donna had been reading in bed, leaning back against a pillow propped
against the headboard. But she was fully upright now. The coverings
had fallen away from her, and I could see she was dressed just like I
was, just a nightshirt. I was sitting cross-legged on a corner of her
bed, and I wasn't entirely sure my sleeping-shirt covered my vital
parts. And I didn't care. Donna's mouth was open, and her eyes were
flashing. She was eager to know.
'So, Allison?' she said.
'I seduced him,' I said.
'When? How?'
'Saturday afternoon. By being willing to do what you wouldn't.'
'But he was here with me Saturday.'
'And I was here too, and I pushed my tit up against him, and I
pushed my cunt up against him, and then I left him a note telling him
when and where to meet me that night.'
'And Robert, he...?'
'Oh yeah, he definitely did.'
'I can't believe you're talking to me like this. I can't believe
you've been acting like this. I can't believe Robert...'
'Robert never really had a choice. You have to understand Robert.
He likes women. Not just wants women, he likes women. He wants to
make us feel good. He's not going to push when pushing makes us
uncomfortable. But he's not going to resist when resistance makes us
uncomfortable. And I made sure he knew resistance would make me
uncomfortable. I made him fuck me.'
'But how...?'
'I let him know I wanted him. Simple as that. And that's all it
took. He can't resist a woman who wants to be fucked. He fucked me.'
'So what...?'
'What did I do? I dressed for him. No bra. Short shorts. I
flaunted my body. I kidded him and I winked. I caught him with my
eyes. And when I went to his apartment, I didn't wear any panties. He
got the message. It didn't take any time at all. Just the right
signals.'
'But that's so bad!'
'Don't I know! But if being bad can make me feel so good...'
I think that got to Donna a little bit, because she shivered and
wriggled her ass against the mattress. I'm pretty sure she could see
how juicy my cunt was getting. 'So what happened at his apartment,'
she asked.
'First I unbuttoned my blouse and put his hand on my tit, and then I
had him put his hand on my bare ass. And two minutes after we got to
his place, we were in the bedroom without any clothes on.'
'And then...?'
'Well, we were both pretty hot, and he fucked me pretty soon, and he
tried not to hurt me too much, since it was my first time and all.'
'Did it...?'
'Hurt? Yeah, a little, but then it felt so good. So fucking good!'
That 'F' word hit Donna pretty hard. We just don't talk like that
around our house. Well, at least we never did before. I could see her
mind working around that word, getting the full sense of it, reaching
for the feel of it. So I turned up the heat. 'If you've never been
filled up with hot, throbbing cock, feeling it all alive up in you...
well, I just can't tell you.'
'Oh God!'
Donna's nipples were poking out pretty good by now, so I knew I was
getting to her. I was getting to me too. Remembering how it felt was
making me very hot. I had to make Donna feel that way. 'And Robert
was so good,' I told her.
"And you really were," Allison said as she scooted over to snuggle
against me.
As I felt the pressure of her unhaltered tit against me through her
thin pullover top, I said, "Seems like you're still dressing to seduce.
You know, you've already seduced me."
"Oh this is not for you, silly, it's for Donna. I know you've
already seen all of me, and I hope you don't need too much reminding.
But Donna needs to see something to compete with. And if I'm not
mistaken, you're soon going to see more of Donna than you ever expected
to. But that depends."
"On what?" I asked.
"On how well I've been able to sell you as a sex object. Try not to
get a swelled head about what I told Donna about you... even if it is
all true."
"So what did you tell her?"
"I told her, 'Robert was so patient. He was so gentle putting his
prick in me. He was so firm when he took my virginity. He was so
careful when he started fucking me. His dick felt so big.'
'Hmmm?' Donna said.
'Well, okay, so I don't really have that much to compare. It felt
plenty big to me. It looked huge, actually. And it filled me up and
made me quiver deep inside. And when I got used to it inside me,
Robert started moving. And when he started banging into me faster and
faster, pretty soon I just lost it. I couldn't take any more. I
didn't know I was coming and then I was just screaming and squirming
and I came really hard... lots harder than... well, you know.'
'Mmmmm...' Donna was using her imagination.
'But the thing is, he waited on me. He waited for me to come. And
the first thing I felt when I came down from my climax was Robert
shooting off inside me. And that was just so cool. I mean, I had
already come, but the feel of Robert's come inside me, well... I think
maybe I came all over again.'
'Wow, Allison, what an experience.' Donna's eyes looked unfocused.
Her body was tense, almost quivering.
'Oh, that wasn't all,' I said. 'That was just the start.'
'Oh,' Donna said.
'I haven't told you about how he ate my pussy and how that really
got me off. Or how he stuck his tongue in my asshole. Or the second
time we fucked. Or his kisses.'
'His kisses,' Donna said dreamily.
"And I think that about did it," Allison said.
"Did what?" I asked.
"Turned Donna into a guided missile... guided at you. Reminding her
of your kiss was the final touch. She could relate to that. I think
she could feel that. She was sitting there in her little nightshirt
with both hands shoved into her lap and her titties poking at the shirt
like they wanted to get out. I think she's hooked."
"So what happens next?"
"You're invited over tomorrow night. We're going to grill steaks.
And we'll see what else happens."
"That's tomorrow night," I said. "What are we going to do with the
rest of tonight?"
"Well," she said, "that depends. Do we still have to keep all our
clothes on?"
Wednesday night was a fine, warm, late-Spring evening. Allison was
wearing a tight white T-shirt and a short denim mini-skirt. Her long,
elegant legs were bare, of course, and on her feet she wore open, low-
heeled sandals. She looked very sexy as she answered the door with a
conspiratorial wink.
Debbi wore conservative shorts and a loose white shirt. When she
turned just right against the light I could see the outline of her bra-
clad tits. She just wasn't in the seduction game tonight.
But I could hardly believe it when I saw Donna. She had chosen to
go barefoot... barefoot all the way up past the bottom of her ass
cheeks. They were sticking out of the shortest, tightest pair of cut-
offs I had ever seen. The shorts were cut all the way up to the
pockets in back, and Donna's firm, high, jutting ass was on clear
display. And that's not all. The front of those tight shorts just
molded itself into her pussy, clearly outlining the lips of her cunt.
She couldn't possibly have been wearing panties. But it was the top
she chose to wear that shocked me the most. It was a cut-off man's
undershirt, the athletic kind with straps. And it was just barely long
enough to cover her bra-less breasts. Most of the time. But if she
leaned just right, or stretched just right, the tight material pulled
high enough for a clear view of the rounded underside of her heavy,
swaying tits. And the armholes were large enough to offer enticing
glimpses of the sides of her breasts. This was not the Donna I had
known. But she commanded my attention, all right. Even as sexy as
Allison looked, even with all I felt about her, how could I possibly
take my eyes away from the show that Donna and her tits were putting
on? And she knew I was looking. She caught my eye and flashed me an
impish grin, full of the life and energy that made her so appealing.
But Allison finally caught my eye as well, and with her lips pressed
together she managed to convey a signal too. "Not so fast," it said.
So I somehow found a way to pay at least a little attention to
Allison and Debbi and the excellent steaks that Debbi grilled. But I
still spent a lot of time looking at Donna. And when we had finished
eating, Donna insisted that I had to help her with the dishes.
The kitchen was spacious enough, but it seemed like Donna never had
quite enough room when she squeezed past me. There was lots of bumping
and sliding contact between body parts as we worked. Allison and Debbi
discretely left us alone in the kitchen, and when all the dishes were
put away, Donna and I somehow found ourselves in a corner of the
kitchen not visible through the big sliding glass window that led to
the deck. There was a bowl of fruit on the countertop, and Donna took
a banana from it. She peeled it, and she said, "You have to stand
right there, Robert, in case anybody looks in."
And then in one fluid motion she pulled off her top and set it
aside. And she began to caress her breasts with the banana. It was
one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen, and I... turned away.
Like a gentleman I turned to face the window.
"What are you doing?" I said to her over my shoulder.
"Oh, I read in a magazine somewhere that if you rub a banana against
the skin of your chest every day it does wonders for the skin tone. I
don't know if there's any truth to that. But you can look and see what
you think."
And I felt her hands against my shoulders, urging me to turn around.
Slowly I turned, and inch by inch her lovely bosom came into view. She
was running the banana up and down the cleavage between her heavy,
pear-shaped tits.
"I wouldn't want to embarrass you," I said.
"Do I look embarrassed?" she asked.
"Yes," I said honestly. Because actually she did look embarrassed
by her brazenness. This wasn't easy for her. Her face was a little
flushed, and there were little goosebumps all around her nipples. The
nipples themselves were dark red and swollen, pointing slightly upward
from the slope of her breasts. Her eyes were downcast, but with an
effort she raised them to meet my gaze.
"Well, I'm not," she said, pulling her shoulders back to lift her
chest. "I want you to look. It makes me feel good when you look at
me." She nudged one nipple with the tip of the banana, then placed the
tip against my lips. "Would you like a bite of my banana?" she said.
I took a very small bite of the banana. "Is there anything else
you'd like to bite?" she asked, caressing her breasts once again.
I couldn't help myself. My hand reached out and I touched that
rigid nipple just with my fingertips. She shivered, and her eyes
fluttered closed, but she didn't pull away. And then, reasserting
control over my own body, I pulled my hand back again. "I think...
ahem!" I had to pause and clear my throat. "I think you'd better put
your top back on in case anybody comes in. I wouldn't like to try
explaining what's going on here to your mother."
"No, I guess not," Donna said. "But you just couldn't help touching
me, could you?"
"No, I couldn't."
She was pulling her brief little top on again. As she pulled it
over her head she asked, "Does that mean if I asked you out on a real
date you might say yes?"
"Um," I said.
"Please say yes," she said. "I'd like to make it up to you for how
mean I've been. Please."
"Okay, yes. We can go out on a real date. I'd like that."
"Oh goodie," she said, and her arms came up around my neck in a
spontaneous little hug. "Can we go soon?"
"As soon as you like."
"Can we go tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is good."
Donna's arms were still around my neck as she leaned back and looked
anxiously up at my face. "Will you tell Allison? She told me all
about you, what you did and all."
"I'll talk to Allison. It will be all right."
"Oh thank you," she said, and she kissed me... a short kiss, but a
kiss full of promise. A promise of what, I wondered? I would find out
tomorrow.
Debbi answered the door Thursday night. She gave me a quick,
slightly self-conscious kiss and said Donna would be ready soon.
"Allison is out on a date," she said.
"Out on a date?"
"She said 'fair is fair.' But I don't think you have anything to
worry about. Allison and Dexter have been friends for a long time, but
just friends. She invited him to a movie."
I wasn't so sure. Dexter had never been out with this Allison
before.
Then Donna made her entrance... and what an entrance! She was
wearing strappy high-heeled shoes with no hose and a tailored two-piece
suit. The tight skirt curved in under her butt to cup her delightful
ass and then, mission accomplished, quit. It made her lean legs seem
to go on forever. Above the skirt she wore a short jacket that
buttoned once just above the waist. It would have been sexy if she'd
worn one of those flimsy camisole tops under it, but she didn't. The
only thing in that neckline was neck. And boobs. Did I forget to
mention boobs? As she came sashaying into the room those boobs were
dancing in her décolletage. The nipples stayed out of sight, but not
much else. That outfit would not just stop traffic, it could stop
hearts. Seriously. When this girl made up her mind to get sexy she
didn't just go halfway. I think Debbi was taken aback by her older
daughter's new appearance, but she did her best not to let it show.
She told us both to have a good time and tried hard not to watch her
daughter's sexy butt twitching in that micro-skirt as we left. Well, I
thought, it's not like she didn't have fair warning. She knew we were
going to try to awaken the sexy side of Donna.
We had trouble eating our meal because of our constant giggles as we
watched almost every male in the place maneuver for a closer look at
Donna. When we first got there, one waiter dropped a tray full of food
as his head literally snapped around to look at her. It was fun.
Donna was enjoying herself and the effect she was having, and I felt
proud that she was with me. I wondered if I should feel strange that
it was really my second date with Donna, while Allison and I had never
been out on a real date? But suddenly I forgot about Allison and I
just about dropped my fork. Donna had slipped out of her shoe and
shoved her bare foot up under my trousers to caress my shin. She
grinned at the expression on my face as she ran her toes up and down my
lower leg. I gulped as I realized for the first time that the shin
could be an erogenous zone.
"Having fun?" I asked.
"You wouldn't believe. Everybody's acting so funny. I'm having the
time of my life." She removed her foot from my leg and leaned across
the table, offering me quite a generous view in the process, and she
said softly, "Seeing all the men looking at me like that is making my
pussy tingle."
She leaned back again and scooted her butt forward in her chair.
And then I felt her foot again, bumping against my upper thigh on its
way to the seam in my crotch. I'm afraid I was having a pretty obvious
reaction to her caresses and her sexy talk and the view of her tits,
and she felt it. "Little Bobby seems to be having a good time too,"
she said, and she clasped her toes around the lump in my pants.
"Little Bobby likes being out with Donna, doesn't he?"
Little Bobby was getting bigger by the second. "If you don't stop
that I'm not going to be able to walk out of here," I whispered.
"Oh, I think everybody in here probably knows you're hot for me,"
she murmured in a husky voice I had never heard from Donna before. To
my relief, she removed her foot and leaned across the table again.
"You are hot for me, aren't you Robert?"
"You just felt the evidence," I croaked back.
"But I want to hear you say it. Say you're hot for me."
"I'm hot for you!"
"Say what you want to do with me."
"Not here," I said. "Please!"
"Then I'll say what I want to do with you. I want to take your big
prick out of your trousers and suck on it. Would you like that, hmmm?
I want to feel it all over with my hands. I want to taste what comes
out of it."
What had we created here? The Donna I knew would never have said
things like this.
"Has Little Bobby gone down enough for us to get out of here now?
My pussy is getting so juicy I'm about to make a wet spot on my dress."
Oh God. The answer was no, because her dirty talk had me more
excited than ever. But I didn't care. I wanted to be alone with Donna
right now. So I said, "Let's go," and got up to take her arm.
"Oooh Bobby!" she cooed as she saw the bulge in my pants. "My, my,
you are a disgrace."
I'll bet everybody in that restaurant saw my condition, and as Donna
moved toward the exit ahead of me, that magnificent ass rolling inside
her tiny skirt and those heavy tits tumbling around in her little
jacket, I'll bet everybody in that restaurant understood. And Donna,
Little Bobby and I finally made it to the parking lot. The minute I
closed the driver's door, Donna was all over me. Her cleavage was
pressed against me and her mouth covered mine in a passionate kiss
delivered with moans and sighs and broken at last with gasps from both
of us. "What was that?" I asked in amazement.
"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," she said. "Want to
do it again?"
"Most definitely," I said, "but maybe not with an audience." I
gestured to a quartet of departing diners who had stopped on the way to
their car to look in our direction.
"Lake Road?" Donna suggested.
"I haven't been to Lake Road in years," I said.
"Oh, you've been there before, have you?" she said coyly. "I never
would let a boy take me there."
Lake Road was a long, dark stretch of perimeter road with lots of
places to pull off near the lake. It had been a popular parking spot
for amorous couples for years.
"Please," she said, "take me there now. I want to go."
I'd say she probably wants to come too. Well, this was her date, I
decided. I would let her call the shots.
We found a spot of our own among some trees, and I stopped the car.
I looked at Donna and wondered if she might be having second thoughts.
But somehow in the tight quarters of the Chevy's front seat, she
managed to throw her leg over mine and squeeze in front of the steering
wheel to face me, straddling my thigh, grinding her pussy against it,
and pressing my face into her chest. No second thoughts, I guess. I
could take a hint. I unbuttoned that one button, spread the coat wide,
and went to work on those tits. I was careful at first, thinking her
nipples might be so swollen they were uncomfortable, so I approached
the target gradually. She was moaning with impatience as I kissed down
inside her cleavage and then up over the tops of her breasts, one after
another.
"Unnhh, unnhh," she cried.
I ran my tongue around the base of a nipple and she caught her
breath sharply. I closed my lips around the rigid bud and she cried
out. I flicked my tongue over the nipple and she began gasping.
Gentle works, I thought, but I have a suspicion Donna meant what she
said last night in the kitchen. I closed my teeth on the red and
swollen tip of her tit, and not too gently.
"Oh God!" she cried. "Oooooh, sweet Bobby! Bite me!"
So I treated the other nipple to a taste of the same. She was
gasping and moaning like crazy, and I could feel a wet spot on my pants
from her pussy. She had either soaked through her panties or she
wasn't wearing any. After what she heard from Allison, I'd bet she
wasn't wearing any. Time to find out. I swung her out away from the
steering wheel and laid her back on the bench seat. Couldn't do this
in a modern car, I thought, as I pushed my hands under her skirt to
start them dancing along her inner thighs. I stroked her lightly with
just my fingertips all along the tender flesh below her pussy. I could
tell from the plaintive tone in her voice that I was making her
impatient again. Good. Time to make her beg for it. Continuing to
torment her sensitive skin, I said, "What do you want? What do you
want me to do?"
"Oh, touch my pussy, please. Please touch my pussy!" she gasped.
"Do you want my fingers in your cunt, huh, is that what you want?"
"Oh, yes, I'm so wet for you. I'm hot for you. I'm burning up.
Touch me! Ahhhhhh!" This as I finally allowed my fingers to brush
against her pussy lips. She wasn't lying. She was wet for me. And,
just as I suspected, she was naked under her skirt. I stroked one
finger along the length of her slit, spreading her juices and parting
her inner lips. At the top of my stroke I let my finger brush over her
little hooded clitoris.
"Oh, that is so... so... Ooooooh! Oh! Oh!"
I was making little circles all around and over her clit with the
finger I had lubricated with her own juices. She was trembling all
over. "Tell me what you want," I said.
"Put your finger in me. Oh! Oh! Put it in me please!"
I stroked my middle finger down to her opening and gently parted the
lips around the entrance to her vagina.
"Oh yes. Now! Now!"
Gently I probed into her opening, wondering if I would find it
blocked. She was tight, oh so tight, but she was lubricated so
generously that my finger slid smoothly inside her. Soon it was buried
all the way to the last knuckle, and I knew I would not take her
maidenhead.
"You've done this before," I said.
"Uh huh... unnh... unnh! Just... one... time. It hurt before!"
I'll bet, I thought. "And didn't it make you feel good?"
"No, it just hurt and I screamed and Peter took his hand away and
there was blood all on it and I think he got scared. I know it scared
me."
I was gently probing around inside her hot, slick passage, and she
was squirming around on my hand. "What about now?" I asked.
"Oooooh it's so different. This is better than... better than
anything!"
I was probing for that spot I had heard about but never actually
located. I knew about where it should be, but I guess it's not always
there on all women.
"Aaaaaaaeeeeehhhh! Oh! My! God! Ooooooh! Oh! Bobby!"
Yeah, right about there, I thought, as my touch sent Donna through
the roof. I removed my finger and stroked her lips gently. She was
panting now and her juices had soaked my hand. "Did you come, baby?"
"No. Not yet. I don't think that's what that was. I'm still all
on edge. But that was just so... It felt so... not like anything
else. Or a little like I had to pee or something, but... Hey, I
didn't pee on you did I?"
"No, I don't think that's what this is on my hand." I raised it to
my nose. "Nope, this is pure essence of Donna perfume." I licked my
finger.
"Oh, how can you do that? That's so dirty." I licked another
finger. "That's so dirty and so sexy!"
"What do you want me to do next?"
"Hey, when do I get my turn?"
"I thought this was your turn, baby."
"No I mean when do I get so see your cock?"
She scrambled to her knees, reaching for my zipper. She ripped it
down and stuck her fingers inside my pants searching for my prick. Her
search was getting painful, so I released my belt and buttons to give
her more room. She found the waistband of my shorts and tugged. It
wasn't easy, but she managed to stretch the waistband and pull it over
my fully erect cock. It gets that way when I'm driving a woman into a
sexual frenzy.
"Ooooh, it's so pretty," she said. It always looked kind of gnarly
and knobby to me, but she was gazing at it with sparkling eyes filled
with delight. She stroked it gently. "Oh, Little Bobby, you feel so
soft and so firm," she said. She reached out and touched the tip with
her tongue. "And you taste so salty, but nice!" She circled her
fingers around my prick and moved them up and down. Another clear drop
of liquid squeezed up out of the tip, and she licked that up too. Then
she licked up and down the underside of my cock and I groaned.
"You like that, huh? Well how do you like this?"
She took the whole head of my prick into her mouth and began to
swallow it. I really mean swallow it. I'd never had a woman do what
she did. She slid her mouth all the way down until the head of my cock
was against the opening to her throat, and then she just... swallowed.
The sensation was incredible. I could feel her throat open and close
over my cock, again and again as she took me in all the way up to my
balls.
"Ohhhh Donna! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"
She had to come up for air. There was a little thread of spittle
from her lips to my dick. I gently wiped her lips with my fingertips
and said, "Where did you learn to do that? That was incredible!"
"When you don't want the boys to fuck you, you need some kind of
talent. That way they don't call you a cock-teaser."
"Oh, you could tease my cock like that all day."
"I'll bet I couldn't. Most guys can't take that for very long at
all."
"Most guys?"
"Well, I really can't speak for that many. I have to like a guy a
whole lot to go that far."
"Come here," I said. She came into my arms. I kissed her mouth,
and then her neck, and then I started on her tits again. And she
responded with just as much passion and soon she was gasping and
panting and crying out again. And then I kissed her stomach, and stuck
my tongue in her belly button, and then I felt the coarse softness of
her pussy hair against my lips. She was lying back on the front seat
again, and I paused for a moment to look up at her with a question in
my eyes. I didn't want to do anything that made her uncomfortable, and
if watching me lick her juices from my fingers made her
uncomfortable... well...
"Please, Bobby, eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue inside
me."
I really looked at her pussy for the first time in the dim moonlight
that penetrated to the front seat. There was a thin dark stripe of
hair running from her pussy up toward her abdomen. I was surprised to
see it so severely trimmed. I would never have imagined the Donna I
knew spending so much time in intimate contact with her own private
parts. I was going to have to explore her cunt mostly by feel in the
darkness. That was okay. Feeling is good. I ran my tongue through
the sparseness of her pubic hair until I found her swollen, puffy and
very moist inner lips. I stopped for a moment and simply lapped at
those lips using broad strokes to stimulate as wide an area as
possible. She sighed and squirmed. She said she wanted my tongue
inside her, so that was the next order of business. I curved my tongue
nearly double and slowly thrust it up into her. There are times for
roughness and times for gentleness, and this was a gentle time. I
tongue-fucked her for awhile, and she started squirming some more. I
pulled out my tongue and sucked her labia into my mouth, tongue
stroking as I did. I explored the folds between her outer and her
inner lips. Then I went back to the broad strokes, making sure to
include her clit in my attentions this time. She was already obviously
highly turned on, because that first touch was electric. I began
lapping with more vigor, and she responded by pumping her hips against
my mouth and moaning my name... the name nobody else had ever called
me, the name she first used as a joking reference to my cock.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby... that's so good... oh, so good.
"OooOOOOoooOOOOhh!" She was really wailing now. "God!" she gasped.
"Oh Bobby. Don't stop. Bobby! You're going to make me come!" I was
concentrating on her clit by now, lapping it with little flicking
motions of my tongue. And now I took it into my mouth, sucking on it
hard and dragging the whole rough surface of my tongue across it.
"Oh yes. Ahhhh! That's it. That's it. Just like that. Oh I...
oh... oh. Oh here I... yes... here I... COOOOooooOOOOoooOOOOME!
OOOOhhhh! Ooooohhh! Ohh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhh. Oh yes. Yes, yes.
Yes.
"Oh Bobby, come up here and let me hold you."
She was the boss tonight. I crawled up and lay down on top of her,
her breasts soft underneath me but her nipples hard against my shirt.
I kept some of my weight on my elbows, my forearms outside her upper
arms, my hands caressing her shoulders. This was another gentle time.
Eventually her breathing slowed to normal, and I whispered into her
ear, "And what would milady wish to do next?"
"We-ell," she drawled, "I seem to recall you saying I could deep-
throat you all day long. I take that as a challenge. But turn over
first; let's take off that shirt."
I had worn a turtleneck with a coat and slacks. The coat was in the
back seat where I had thrown it before I got in the car. And pretty
soon the turtleneck joined it.
"Now for the pants," she said, and she stripped them off my legs
after jerking off my shoes and socks. She was in the driver's seat
now... she literally was... and she was going to get what she wanted.
The skimpy briefs followed the pants. And I was naked. She, on the
other hand, was quite a sight. Somehow, sometime, her jacket had come
off to land in the front floorboard. But she still had on a skirt,
currently bunched up around her waist, and her high-heeled shoes.
"Don't you feel a little overdressed?" I asked. So she unzipped the
skirt and pulled it inside out and off over her head. For some reason
she didn't bother to remove her shoes. Her naked body gleamed in the
faint moonlight. She was beautiful. My cock had deflated while we
cuddled after her climax, but it began to twitch now at the sight of
her.
"Oh, so Little Bobby likes what you see," she whispered, caressing
herself. "Well I guarantee you Little Bobby is going to like this."
Remembering the effect her talented tonsils had on me before, I felt
my cock rise up a little more before her lips engulfed it. For a while
she just used her lips and tongue, stimulating and teasing, never
giving me quite all I wanted. I was hard enough by now that her lips
were stretched where they surrounded my cock. She was using her tongue
hard, just below my cockhead, in that most sensitive spot on the
underside of my dick. She was really rubbing it up and down, along the
passage my sperm would follow.
"Oh," I said. "That's good. You're so good."
"Mmmh-hmh," she replied with her mouth full. The vibration on my
cock was delightful. I might want to encourage her to communicate some
more.
But Donna had other ideas. Using that wonderful technique of hers,
she swallowed me into her throat again. And then she swallowed again,
and again, and again.
"Oh my God!" I cried. "Ohnnnhhh. Ohnnnhhh! Nnnnnnhhnn!"
She had to come up for air. "All day, huh," she said after grabbing
a couple of lungfuls. And she went back to work. I had never imagined
there could be a sensation like this. Those repeated contractions that
traveled over the most sensitive part of my cock. They were just
drawing my fluid out of me. I was completely at her mercy.
"Awwwnnnnnhhh," I cried as I came despite myself. I had tried to
hold back. She had made this an endurance challenge, and I had tried
to endure. But I couldn't. I think it was my very effort to hold back
that made this one of the most awesome releases I could recall. She
seemed to be pulling my very balls themselves out through the end of my
dick. I pumped and pumped and pumped, and she swallowed and swallowed
and swallowed. And when it was finally over she raised her head and
smiled a smile of victory and satisfaction. There was only a little
sperm gleaming on her lips in the moonlight.
"That's got to be it," I said when I recovered enough to speak.
"I'm totally done in."
"Well I'm not," she said. "That's got my pussy all juicy again."
"After that I'm not sure what more I can do for you," I said.
"We-ell," she said, "you could use your vibrator on me."
"I don't have a vibrator," I said, mystified.
"Oh yes you do," she said, and she got up on her knees behind the
steering wheel and twisted to turn her back to the windshield. She
shifted over a couple of feet toward me and eased herself backward off
the seat.
Oh my God, I could see what she was doing now. My Hurst 5-speed has
what's called a pistol-grip shifter, with no big knob on top. And
Donna was easing her pussy right toward that pistol-grip shifter. It
was big, I thought, but possibly not too big. Maybe not really as big
as my dick when it was big and hard. She might be able to do this
thing. She began to lower her juicy pussy down onto my shifter.
"Ahhhh," she said as it parted her pussy lips. "Ohhhh," she said as
she sank down upon it. She was fucking herself with my car!
And then came her stroke of sheer sexual genius. "Gentleman," she
said, "start your engine! But whatever you do," she cried, "don't let
out the clutch!"
I scrambled across the seat in front of her, stabbed my bare foot
down on the clutch, and twisted the key in the ignition.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried as eight cylinders of American iron throbbed
into life. I gunned the big '57 Chevy engine a little.
Her whole body writhed as it vibrated. She was in ecstasy. Her
hips were twitching every which way, carrying the gearshift with them.
First gear, third gear, fourth gear, who knew? Her tits were wobbling
on her chest. Her head was thrown back. Her body was balanced between
her elbows on the dashboard and her knees on the seat cushion. And her
cunt was impaled on my gearshift lever.
"Ooohhhnnnhhh," she cried, totally lost in the sensation of that
mighty engine transmitted so directly into her vagina.
It's too long, I thought. The lever's too long. What if she lost
control and her knees or her elbows slipped?
I cut the engine and reached out to support the globes of her
gorgeous ass in my hands. "Donna, baby," I said, "it's too dangerous.
You've gone too far."
She blinked her eyes a couple of times, and then she arched her back
and flexed her thighs and popped her pussy free from my shifter.
"Yeah, I guess so," she said. "But that was the sensation of a
lifetime. I just had to try it. And I'm not sorry."
I was shaking in the aftermath of a genuine disaster just about to
happen.
"Oh Bobby, did I scare you?" she asked. She sat back on the seat
and cradled my head against her chest. "Was that too much for you?
I'll try to make it up to you. Just take me to your place and fuck me
silly!"
I had pulled on my shirt, trousers and shoes for the trip to my
place... the hell with underwear... but Donna was still naked when I
parked in my driveway. She wanted to ride that way because, "It gives
me a thrill to think somebody could look in and see me. Even though
probably nobody will."
She was probably right. When's the last time you saw a naked woman
inside a dark car at night? When's the last time you looked? See my
point?
But when I parked my car in the drive, I saw she had no intention of
getting dressed before she left the car. So I said, "I'll get out
first and see if I can see anybody."
I looked around, went up on my porch, unlocked the door, and looked
around again. Looked all clear to me. I signaled to Donna that it was
okay. She did not sneak into my house. She pranced in, her head high,
her chest out, her hips swaying in the high heels that were all she was
still wearing. I hoped the widow in the other half of the duplex
wasn't watching through her curtains the way she sometimes did. She
was stone deaf, but she wasn't blind. And she was nosy.
Donna giggled as I locked the apartment door behind her. "That was
fun. I liked that game. Do you think anybody saw?" she asked.
"Do you care?" I replied.
"Not really. So what if they did. I think I look pretty fucking
good, how about you?"
"Oh, you look fucking good to me," I said. "And speaking of..."
"Wait a minute," Donna said.
Suddenly, unsummoned, Allison's face came into my mind again, the
way it looked when she shot me that meaningful glance the day before.
"Too fast," it seemed to say.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Can we play another game? What if I was like in your power, you
know, like I had to do everything you said and you could do anything
you wanted to me? Like I couldn't resist? Would you do that with me?"
"You mean you want me to be like your master, and you're like my
slave?" I said, getting into the spirit of the scene.
"That's it. Can we?"
"If you really want to," I said, thinking hard about whether this
was really a wise thing to do. "One thing, though," I said, thinking
fast, "if we're going to do this you have to have some control. I know
you trust me, but how about we give you a word to say if you want to
pause the game and go back to real life? Textbook. Say textbook and
we talk to each other for real. And if you want to go back to the
game, say comic book. Textbook and comic book."
"Okay," she said, with a slightly nervous giggle. Her dark eyes
were flashing. Her nipples were hard and erect. She was aquiver with
anticipation.
"Comic book" she said. "What do you want me to do, Master?"
Frankly, I was in over my head... again. These Price women kept
doing that to me. But the Master is supposed to know what he's doing,
so I assumed an air of authority, and a vaguely middle European accent.
"Go to the closet by the front door. You will find a hanger with
several silk ties on it."
Several very ugly ties, actually. Every guy's got a few that he
keeps in some dark corner where he lives. This was the time to open up
that dark corner.
"Bring me the ties!" I ordered, as I quickly removed my hanging
plant from the ceiling hook that kept it hanging. I was improvising.
This wasn't my kind of scene, but I somehow knew she needed it. I was
getting to know this family.
She brought me the ties, and I used them to tie her wrists together
and attach them to the hook in the ceiling. When I was done she was
helpless, her arms bound and suspended above her head, her naked body
at my mercy. I stepped back to survey my work. She wasn't
uncomfortable; her arms weren't stretched out painfully. She was just
totally exposed there before me. Completely vulnerable. Really
defenseless. And I felt an unfamiliar thrill. I was The Master. I
could have my way with her. Now don't get me wrong. I could never
enjoy subjecting someone unwillingly to such a situation. But Donna
had willingly abandoned herself to me. She had declared her trust, and
I knew I would live up to it. But I knew she also wanted to experience
danger, risk, and perhaps humiliation. I could see it in the quivering
anticipation of her helpless body and in her eyes. Ah, I thought, her
eyes. And I tied one more silk cravat over her eyes as a blindfold.
"Perhaps you will not mind," I said in my best generic foreign
accent, "if I invite some of my business associates in to admire your
beauty. I shall, of course, expect you to remain silent in their
presence."
She nodded submissively.
I went to the door and noisily unlocked and opened it. "Come in,
come in," I said to my imagined guests. And I locked the door behind
them.
"Jesus Christ, boss," I croaked in my best basso-Brooklyn accent.
"She sure is a looker!"
"Yes, Bruno," I said, in my European accent, "she has a remarkable
body."
I walked around behind Donna as she hung there helpless in my living
room. I think she was startled to hear my voice coming from behind
her. "She's very sensitive, too," I said, as I grasped her forearms
just below her immobilized wrists. I slid my hands down her arms,
stroking the insides of her elbows, and pressing hard at her underarms,
not wanting to tickle her. I stopped short of her breasts this time.
She shuddered. "You see," I said. "Sensitive."
"Oh, boss, can I touch her?" I pleaded in my Brooklyn accent.
"Very well," my European accent replied, "but only if my other
associates agree. Raise your hands if that is agreeable," I said. I
paused. "Very well, Bruno, you may touch her."
I grasped her ass hard, one globe in each hand, and I pulled them
apart to stretch her asshole and cause her just a little pain.
"Unnhhh!" she grunted explosively. Holding the stretch with one hand,
I teased her asshole with my finger. "OOOOHoooh!"
"Silence!" I commanded.
Back in front of her now, I grabbed her tits forcefully, but I
didn't have the heart to give them the same rough treatment that I gave
her ass. Sinking my fingers into them, I growled, "Wow, boss, these
are some titties."
"Careful," I said in my role as Master, "don't leave bruises.
Customers don't like bruises."
"Aw, but they feel so good," my Brooklyn alter ego replied. And I
kneaded her breasts roughly.
Donna was beside herself. Her arousal was evident, and her silence
obviously came at some cost. She was squirming and writhing, but her
lips were pressed shut against her moans.
"Can I touch her cunt, huh, boss," I pleaded in Brooklynese.
Donna evidently liked the idea, because she arched her back to push
her cunt forward and upward. She was sure making the most of her
limited mobility.
"Oh, all right Bruno, but be careful," I said. "Remember the
customers."
So I clasped her whole vulva in my hand and squeezed. She choked
off a cry. I took one inner lip in each hand and pulled them apart. I
saw tears leaking from beneath her blindfold, but she did not cry out.
How far was I capable of carrying this?
"Enough, Bruno," I said in my generic foreign accent.
"But aren't you gong to punish me?" Donna gasped. "Aren't you gong
to whip me or something?"
"Silence, slave!" I said. "I did not give you permission to speak!"
Donna was still and silent... suspended... waiting. I didn't want
to hurt her really. But she still expected something from me.
"Are you gonna put your brand on her, huh boss?" my imaginary
assistant suggested.
"Excellent idea," I replied with my European accent. "Customers
always like brand-name products. I think it's time to carve my brand
on this product. Watch her!" I said as I moved away into the kitchen.
If you think it's easy to retrieve an ice cube from the freezer
without making an identifying sound, think again. I scuffled around
and I rattled around, hoping to conceal those unmistakable noises, and
I ended up with an ice cube in one hand and a very sharp knife in the
other.
Putting my mouth right up against Donna's ear and trying hard to
sound sinister I said, "Since you are my slave, I intend to carve my
initials in your ass." I pressed the flat of the knife blade against
her shoulder and slowly drew it down to rest against the left cheek of
her ass. Then I pricked her with the tip. She gasped.
"Yes, I think you should have a little souvenir of our encounter.
You must remember to keep silent. You will want to scream, but you
must not."
"Um, textbook," she said. "You're not really going to hurt me, are
you Bobby?"
"You're the one who wanted to play this game. Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do," she said, after a little pause.
"Then you mustn't ask questions that spoil the game."
She paused to think that over. "Comic book," she said.
Using my accent again, I said, "As I slice into your flesh you will
feel excruciating pain, but you must not cry out. I despise weakness,
and screaming would show that you are weak. Do you understand?"
Donna nodded slowly.
"Prepare yourself," I said, and touched her once again with the
knife. She stiffened and caught her breath.
I pressed a corner of the ice cube against her and drew it down in
the first stroke of the letter 'R.'
Somewhere deep inside, despite her trust, she must have been
convinced that I was actually carving into her lovely ass, disfiguring
it forever. Her whole body went rigid as a scream of fear and horror
rose in her throat. I could hear it just about to burst forth when she
somehow choked it off. But as I looked down, I saw the price she paid
for her restraint. She had lost control of her bladder. The insides
of her legs were wet, and there was a small puddle on my living room
carpet. She gave a single great sob of humiliation, and my heart
almost broke for her.
I dropped everything and prepared to take her in my arms and soothe
her. Her shoulders were slumped and her chin was on her chest. More
tears were seeping out from under her blindfold and she was panting
harshly. I stopped and listened to the sounds she was making. Yes,
there was humiliation there, but there was something else as well. I
was certain she was powerfully aroused. This was turning her on. So
instead of breaking character and embracing her, I lifted her chin in
my hand and said in my European accent, "You were very brave." I wiped
tears from her cheeks with my hand. "And you shall have your reward."
I got a washcloth from the bathroom and filled a dishpan at the
kitchen sink. I washed her legs and bathed her cunt with warm water.
I stroked her gently, even after the piss was all washed away, and she
still was moist. This moisture was not going to wash away. She was
twisting her hips now, pushing at my hand with her cunt.
"I think I will take you now," I said. I released her hands from
the hook but left them tied together. Her eyes were still covered and
she stumbled a little as I led her to the bedroom. I laid her on the
bed and secured her hands to the headboard. And then I tied her ankles
to the corners of the bed, spreading her legs and exposing her cunt.
Her lips were pink and puffy, glistening in her arousal. She was
squirming in anticipation.
"They tell me you are a virgin. You may speak."
"Yes, please don't take me. I don't want to lose my virginity like
this."
"But you have no choice, my dear. You are in my power. And I want
to feel your virgin pussy around me." I began to take off my clothes.
"No, you can't! Nobody has ever been inside me."
"Well, let's see about that," I said. I slowly stroked my fingers
down her belly to rest them on her pussy. It was very moist. I
stroked a finger along the length of her slit, parting her lips with
the tip. She strained against her bonds and pushed herself against my
hand.
"Please, no!" she cried, contradicting the reactions of her own
body.
She was writhing now as I slid the tip of my finger into her vaginal
opening. She was slick, and my finger encountered no obstacle as it
slid smoothly all the way into her.
"Well," I said, "I thought you were supposed to be a virgin."
"I am!" she cried. "No man has ever been in me."
"Are you sure you haven't had just a little Peter in your pussy?"
That almost got to her. I felt her belly quiver as she struggled to
hold back a giggle.
She controlled herself. "No man's 'thing' has ever been inside me."
She was still playing the game, refusing to say the dirty words.
"Well, if that's true, it's just about to change." I pulled my
finger out and began caressing and teasing her pussy once again. "I'm
about to split your lips with my big, fat prick. I'm about to shove it
up deep inside you and fill your cunt with my steaming spunk." She was
trembling all over now. Her ass was lifting off the bed as she
strained up against my tormenting hand. I put both my knees on the bed
inside her writhing thighs and placed the head of my cock against her
lips.
"Checkbook," she said.
"Checkbook?"
"Sketchbook... textbook! How do you expect me... to remember
that... when I'm so worked up?" She was gasping the words out.
I was still poised at her virginal opening. "Yes, Donna?" I said.
"I had to tell you," she panted. "I want you. I want it to be you.
I want you to be the one... who makes me a woman. Fuck me, Bobby!"
Feeling that now was the time, I reached up and unbound her hands.
I took the blindfold off her face. Her arms came up to encircle my
neck. She blinked and looked into my eyes. "Fuck me now," she said.
And so, very gently, I pushed my cock into her pussy.
"Oooooohhhh," she said as I slowly filled her cunt with my prick,
stretching her, but trying not to cause her pain. When I was all the
way inside, I paused.
"That feels so lovely," Donna sighed dreamily. "If only I had
known..."
Chapter V
When I awoke the next morning, Donna's head was on my shoulder. Her
arm was around my waist, and her leg was thrown over mine. Her pussy
was prickly against my thigh. It felt wonderful. The touch of her
sleeping body made me shudder with pleasure. Her eyelids fluttered.
"Mmmmmhhh," she said sleepily, and snuggled even closer to me. Her
hand drifted down my body to find my throbbing erection. "MMMMMhhh!"
she exclaimed in delight, stroking her discovery softly.
I was glad she was being gentle, because my dick had been through a
lot the night before and I was just a little bit sore. I felt sure her
pussy must be sore, and her asshole too, after all we had done
together. She had been insatiable for experience. If she had heard of
it, she wanted to try it, and she encouraged me to try things she
hadn't ever heard of. I think we may even have made up a few things
neither of us had imagined before. No doubt about it, Donna was the
most curious, the most inventive, the most sexually audacious woman I
had ever met. Who would have thought it? Not even Donna, I felt sure.
But once released, her spirit of sexual adventure recognized no limits.
This was certainly one well-fucked former virgin.
"Do you want to?" she asked, holding my stiff prick and looking up
at me with her flashing eyes.
Who hesitates to answer a question like that? But I did. "I'm
pretty sore," I said, "how about you?"
"Mm-hm," she answered. "That's how I know it wasn't all a dream."
"Oh it definitely was not a dream," I said. "I could never have
dreamed all that."
Suddenly Donna let go of my dick and began feeling around on her
backside. "You didn't really...?"
"Of course not. I used an ice cube."
"I feel so silly. You scared the piss out of me!"
"I can't believe how brave you were."
"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think I must have needed that.
I think I must have needed to learn that I can face my fear."
"What do you have to be afraid of?"
Donna propped herself on her elbow and looked at me seriously. "You
don't know," she said.
"I can guess," I said.
"What?"
"Your dad."
Donna pulled herself up to a cross-legged sitting position. Knowing
how important this must be to her, I struggled to look at her face
instead of her exposed pussy. "How did you know?" she asked.
"I didn't. I don't. I just have an impression."
"Dad is pretty hard on all of us," Donna said. "I think he may
knock Mom around some. He won't let her work outside the house, and he
doesn't let her make any decisions. He has to be in charge." Donna
lowered her head and whispered, "And he spanks me and Allison."
"Often?"
"All the time, for any little thing. He makes me pull my panties
down. Once he made me take all my clothes off and he whipped me with
his belt. And you know what else? Sometimes when he spanks me I can
feel him getting hard."
"Has he ever...?"
"No, he never touched me... like that."
"God, Donna!"
"But you know," she said softly, "sometimes it gets me hot. I'm
scared and I'm hurting and I'm hot all at the same time. And I hate
it! But I didn't think I could stop it. Now I know I can. Thank
you."
"What did I do?"
"The game we played last night," she said. She leaned forward and
put her hands on my knees. Her face was alive with a sense of fresh
discovery. "I didn't know why I wanted you to dominate me and
humiliate me. But now I think I do. It's all about choice."
"Choice?"
"Don't you see?" she cried, and she was pounding on my knees in her
excitement. "It was my choice. I chose to have you dominate me. And
if I can choose domination, I can choose freedom from domination. I
have a choice!"
I did see, and it explained a lot. It explained why Allison had to
have me spank her. It explained why Debbi wanted the humiliation of
getting fucked in the ass. Choice! And I had been the perfect man for
them because as far as I can tell I am entirely free of any sadistic
tendencies. I want to create pleasure, not cause pain. I wasn't going
to get carried away by the game. So they could be in control. They
could decide just how far they wanted to take it. Each in her own way
had learned to take charge of her choices.
Donna had flung her arms around me in her excitement, and she was
pressing her big, soft boobs against my chest. She was kissing all
over my face, and I knew that pretty soon she was going to fasten
herself onto my lips. We would make love again. And she would be
lively and spontaneous, totally fearless and totally shameless. The
woman she had discovered herself to be was an absolute wonder. Bright
and lively, formidably intelligent, possessed of a sexual imagination
completely without borders. When we were together, sparks flew.
And yet...
I had a choice to make, too. I had discovered Donna to be a
powerfully alluring woman, impossible for any man to ignore. But there
was Allison. Allison's sexuality had depth more than breadth. Hers was
not the kind of active intelligence that stalked and then pounced on
new knowledge and experience. No, her knowledge, her conviction grew
organically somewhere deep within, to emerge already seamlessly a part
of the total harmony of her being. That was the source of her
astonishing certitude and self-assurance... and the hold she had on me.
Donna excited me. Allison fulfilled me. The most important difference
in my feelings for the two of them was as simple and profound as this.
That extra dimension I had so unexpectedly found with Allison was
missing with Donna. I was not in love with her and I never would be.
I think she saw that as clearly as I did. It had been wonderful to
wake up with Donna sleeping beside me. But deeply and certainly now I
knew I wanted it to be someone else beside me for the rest of my life.
Her little sister.
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