____________________________
| |
/)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\
/ )| DIRECTORIES |( \
__( (|____________________________|) )__
((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / )))
(\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///)
\ / \ /
\ _/ \_ /
/ / \ \
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o
o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o
Dave (MF, cheat)
by Anon Author 1993
*
Last spring break, I spent at my friend Dave's parents house.
Dave invited me because I couldn't afford air fare home, and he
lived only 5 hours away by highway.
We arrived at dinner time on an unseasonably warm friday evening;
perfect timing for college students arriving at the parents'
place. I put my bag in the guest room on the second floor in the
rear, washed up, and joined the family for dinner.
Dave had described his family to me on the drive down, so knew
how to deal with his parents. I was not prepared for his baby
sister, Lisa. She was 17, stood as tall as my nose, had long
chestnut hair, long legs, green eyes, and beautiful face. She
wore a T-shirt and cut-offs which showed her legs off
distractingly. When she moved, the slight bounce of her
unfettered breasts was unmistakeable. I knew that she had a
boyfriend at a local college, so I tried to keep my mind off of
her. Try as I might to think of Dave's and my racquetball game
in the morning, I kept meeting her eyes across the table.
After dinner, Lisa went out with her friends, and Dave & I
played a game of chess until about 10:00. We were tired from the
studying for the test that morning, and the drive, so we went to
bed.
It was a strange bed, and the moon shined in through the window,
but I fell asleep fairly quickly.
Something woke me in the night. A touch? I rolled over and
realized that I'd kicked the hot covers off; it was a warm night,
so I slept in the nude. I was about to drift off again, when I
felt something lightly brush my belly, like gossamer.
I opened my eyes, and saw a sillouette of a head, the long hair
brushed against my bare front.
"Shhh," she whispered, "I just happened to be passing by and
thought you might be cold."
She was wearing a white nightgown, the moonlight reflected off of
the shoulders. I was quite aware of my nudity. Worse yet, my
cock was rigid; I'd woken up that way. I grabbed the covers and
pulled them over me.
"What?.." I started to ask. The door to the room was closed; I
knew I'd closed it when I went to bed.
She stood up.
"You know," she said softly, "these linen nightgowns are warm..."
She walked toward the window.
"...but they are so light weight and comfortable."
The nightgown hung to her knees. She facing out of the window,
bathed in moonlight, and stretched. From just above her knees
up, the nightgown became a halo around her delicious sillouette.
Her legs were slightly apart, and the sight of curves of her
inner thighs as they reached her crotch made my cock throb.
She turned slowly toward me, pausing in profile as if to show me
the perfect curve of her breasts. I could not see any sign of a
panty line. She walked back toward the bed. I couldn't help
watching the sillouettes of her thighs as they opened and closed.
She knelt next to my bed.
My heart was pounding. This was Dave's baby sister; if he knew
what I was feeling, I'd be in a morgue. I was speechless.
"Cat got your," she paused and licked her lips, "tongue?"
My cock throbbed. She saw the movement, and reached for the edge
of the covers. I held on.
"I only want to look," she whipered.
I thought for a second. She had given me a good show, it's only
fair, right? But..
"What about Dave? Your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Dave sleeps through anything. My parents do, too. My boyfriend
is back home for the holiday. I promise I won't tell."
"Well..." my grip and resolve were weakening.
She licked her lips, leaned toward me, and said, "If I can see
you, I'll let you see me."
I thought, she only wants to look. What harm in that? And she
may let me see her gorgeous body without obstruction. I don't
have anyone special to feel guilty about. Unless I have a heart
attack, it's harmless.
"Okay," I whispered.
She slowly pulled the covers down. My heart was pounding so loud
that I thought the whole household could hear. My cock was also
throbbing. She paused just before exposing my cock, and looked
at me as if for approval. I nodded.
Lisa quickly pulled the covers the rest of the way off, and stood
up. She looked me up and down while I just lay there. I felt
like a piece of meat, but was loving it.
I rolled up onto my hip and elbow. My cock still pointed toward
my navel. I could hear Lisa's heavy breath.
I didn't remember having been so turned on since my first time.
I looked into her shadowed face and whispered, "Your turn."
She walked around to the foot of the bed. Now I could see her in
the moonlight. She reached down for the hem of her white
nightgown with crossed arms, and slowly raised it. My cock
throbbed as her thighs, her lovely bush, her belly, and her
breasts were revealed to me. She pulled it over her head, and
dropped it to the floor, standing like a model. She put her
hands behind her neck, raised her hair, and turned slowly around.
I was trembling. Now what, I wondered.
After her turn, she stood with one hand on her hip and looked
into my eyes. She raised her other hand to her mouth to bite a
nail; she seemed as nervous as I felt.
She looked at her finger and said, "W-would you do me a favor?"
"Okay." My voice quavered slightly, and I wondered what she had
in mind.
"First, forget that I'm Dave's sister."
"Okay." This was easy in my condition.
"I want you to close your eyes, hold still, and coount a hundred
heart beats. No matter what happens, what you hear or feel, just
lie still until you count to a hundred."
"Okay"
I lay back, closed my eyes, and thought: This is where she covers
me, puts on her nightgown, and leaves. Tomorrow, it never
happened.
I heard her footsteps on the carpet (One, two, three...). Then a
crack of a knee and a slight weight on the bed next to me (ten,
eleven...). A cool hand touched my chest (sixteen ...). Then a
brush of her hair on my chest, it smelled wonderful (21, 22...).
Suddenly, a cool touch on one of my nipples, and a nibble. I
flinched slightly in surprise. I almost lost count (25, 26).
"Maybe you should count out loud," she whispered.
I whispered, "Twenty-nine, thirty,..."
I felt her hair, then her breath on my face. I could feel the
heat of the nearness of her lips to mine, but she didn't touch my
lips.
"Forty-one, forty-two,.."
She kissed my neck, then traced a line of kisses across my chest.
I felt her breasts brush my arm as she kissed my farther breast.
"Forty-nine, fifty, ..."
Her lips sampled downward across my belly; her hair tickled.
"Sixty-two, sixty-three, .."
She nibbled across my hipbone, and down my near leg. I felt my cock
bump her head as she passed. A shiver ran through me.
"Seventy, seventy-one, ..."
She nibbled up my farther leg, her breasts brushing up the other
leg.
"Seventy-nine, eighty, ..."
She seriously kissed the tender area next to my hipbone, my cock
bumping against her chin. Then she paused.
"Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, ..."
I felt the cool tip of her tongue touch the end on my cock. She
let some of her weight rest on my belly, and flicked her tongue
across the head.
"N-ninety-five, ninety-six, ..."
She wrapped her cold hand around the bottom of my cock and
squeezed.
"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ..."
I felt the rough top of her tongue rub the end of my cock as she
licked up the emerging drop.
She said, "Mmmm," and took my cock into her hot mouth.
"... one-hunnn-Ohhh!"
I forgot where I was. Only the feeling of her hand and mouth
milking my cock counted. I wrapped my hands in her hair and
listened to the moist sounds of her ejoying my cock. She sucked
hard. I could hear the sounds of sucking, as well as the sound
of my cock hitting the back of her throat. She sucked and rubbed
my balls for a minute.
Then Lisa stopped sucking, and pulled her mouth off of my cock
with a slight pop. and looked up at me. She smiled playfully,
and said, "Time's up."
"Now?" I said in despair.
"Well, I don't want you to think I'm a tease, but I don't feel
like swallowing it so soon after Bobby left."
"Your boyfriend?"
"If I do something I'd do with him too soon, it would feel like
cheating"
I groaned. She put her hands on my shoulders, her chest brushed
against mine, and looked into my eyes.
"If you're willing," she said coyly, "there is something which I
want to try, but can't persuade Bobby to."
"Yes?" I said with new hope. I couldn't think of anything which
I would be unwilling to try at this point. Certainly nothing
that Dave's baby sister would come up with.
"Well.." she seemed embarassed. She turned away and sat on the
floor, leaning against the bed.
"I want to try, uh.." she hesitated, "How to put it?"
"Okay," she blurted out, "I want to do it the third way, the back
door, you know?"
My heart pounded and my cock throbbed. This beauty wanted me to
put it up her exquisite ass, I thought. My cock entering her
beautiful bottom! I had no hesitation, but decided to be
careful.
"You know," I said, "It hurts some girls too much" I knew this
from personal disappointments.
"What if you can't take it?" I didn't want to hurt her.
"Well," she turned and faced me again, her eyes on my level,
"I'll just have to suck you dry. C'mon," she practically
pleaded, "Let's try."
"Do you have some Vaseline?"
"I'l be right back." she said, got up, and went out the door.
I heard her go down the stairs, and hoped that no one woke up and
found her running around naked with her nightgown in my room. She
re-appeared carrying a butter dish and a towel. She closed the
door and came over to the bed, setting the towel and butter down
on the night table. I sat on the edge of the bed, and she sat
down next to me.
"Have you done this before?" she asked outright.
"Yes." Well, almost. The girl couldn't take it.
"You're the boss," she said, and smiled slightly.
I had her kneel on the bed. I got on the bed next to her with
my head near her buns, and my cock near her shoulder. I ran my
hand over her cheeks for my own pleasure. Perfect. Then I ran a
finger along her spine from between her shoulder blades to the
bottom, and continued between her cheeks across her virgin bung
and between her labia. She was hot and moist. Then I ran my
tongue along the same route. She smelled clean and wonderful.
I suggested that she could butter me up. She got a fingerful of
butter, and began rubbing it onto and over my cock. The cold
butter melted quickly as she rubbed it over my hot cock.
I fought the distraction, and licked her backside. Then I took a
fingerful of butter, and rubbed it onto her asshole. She made
sounds of enjoyment. I pointed my tongue, and pushed it in as
far as I could.
"Oh!" she said.
"Good?"
"Mmm-hmm."
I worked a finger into her while licking her pussy, and she
seemed to thrust toward it. I thought she was ready.
I had her kneel up, with her legs apart, and reach behind her to
grab my cock so she could guide it. She raised her buns and
pulled me forward. I crawled up to place my thighs against the
backs of hers. I reached around her and cupped her breasts as
she lowered herself slowly. I felt my cock touch her bottom, she
moved it a little. She pressed harder, and I felt my cock slowly
enter her hot bottom. She gasped as she quickly lowered herself
all the way onto my manhood, her buns against my hips.
We knelt there like statues for a moment. Then she began to pull
up, rising off of me. I pushed in, and she hummed low. We got a
rhythm going. I was actually fucking this beautiful nymph in her
hot, tight ass. I could feel her breasts bounce every time her
buns hit my hips. I felt the pressure building. Her smell, the
feel of her breasts in my hands, her hair on my chest, and my
cock in her backside, were driving me crazy.
I came so hard that I lifted her completely off the bed for a
second. We rested for a minute. Then she pulled off, and wiped
my cock off with the towel.
"Now what?" I asked.
"You tell no one, I tell no one. Thanks, and good-night."
She picked up her nightgown, the butter, and the towel, and left.
No warm body to cuddle with.
I lay awake wondering if I should resent being used. Then I
imagined phrasing it to my friends: " This beautiful girl came to
me, stripped, sucked my cock, let me fuck her up the ass, and
left without any commitments." "Lucky dog"
Then I thought of another phrase: "Dave, old buddy. Last night I
took your baby sister and, aside from other sexual activities, I
fucked her up the bung." End of friendship? Probably. End of
solid foods? Too likely.
Lisa was right. Silence is the only way to go. Then, I wondered
about the rest of the coming week: Seeing Lisa every day.
Sleeping in this bed.
My final thought before I fell asleep was: Lisa is so beautiful,
and so nice. Am I falling in love with my best friend's sister?