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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ Big Ben's Sister - Part 2 (Mf, voy, mast) by Gemini (legsah@aol.com) The continuation of Travis's naughty misadventures involving his friend's 15-year-old sister. I looked outside the closet to find Erica, in her black and yellow softball uniform, glistening with sweat and almost fainting onto her bed. She laid there for a while, breathing hard, her little breasts heaving up and down in a quiet motion. I was too scared to breathe. Apparently she just got home from a game. She must have gotten a ride from a friend or something, but I was having too much fun getting myself off earlier to notice. The phone rang. "Hello?" she answered, taking off her baseball cap and brushing her hair out of her eyes while the phone snug tightly between her ear and right shoulder. "Hey Cathy, thank your mom again for the ride. What? Yeah we kicked their ass, didn't we? Yeah, we should celebrate! Ok. What time? Yeah, that'll give me time to take a shower and get rid of this funky smell." She giggled and sounded very close to a chipmunk. "What? Your mom's gonna let you drive her car? Oh, you are so lucky! I can't wait to turn 16." She went on a little bit with some more generic girly B.S. talk, but I was too interested in getting out of this very uncomfortable situation to listen. I slowly reached down to pull up my jeans. This was quite difficult seeing as I was 6'1 and her closet was about the size of Andre the Giant's coffin. I tried not to make too much noise, but at one point as I was bending over, my bare ass rubbed against some dress of Erica's and it came down with the wooden hanger crashing to the floor. I froze in horror and peeked out again to see if Erica noticed. She giggled again at something Cathy said and I was beyond relief. "Okay, well I'll see yeah in twenty minutes, girl. I'm just gonna take a shower and slip on that really hot dress I got yesterday." I finally got my jeans up to my waste, and started to buckle and zip when I heard her hang up the phone. Good, I thought. As soon as she gets in the shower I can get the fuck out of here. I started looking back at what I did and feeling like a jerk and a weirdo. I mean, jacking off with my friend's sister's panties? What the hell is that? But as soon as I get out of here, I swear I will never... ever... The door swung open. I was the first to scream, but it was a short, mild scream because I was at least expecting something like this to happen. Poor Erica, she never saw it coming. She wailed something awful when she hopped back, slipped, and fell on plump ass back onto her bed with N'Sync sheets. Her eyes bulged out like, well, it's hard to explain, but if you ever seen that movie "The Fly", with Jeff Goldblum and Geena Davis, you can imagine what it looked like. Her mouth was wide open even after the shriek was over, her braces revealed like some secret weapon inside her mouth ready to detonate. After the noise was over there was a strange silence and we both just stayed in our place, frozen in a very strange moment. The next thing I could hear were the moist panties falling onto the carpet in front of me, making a soft splat sound. "Travis!! Is that you?" Wow, she actually remembered who I was. "Hey Erica." I muttered trying to work a smile. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Erica saying the F- word. This was new. But she was in a role that called for extreme language. I could hear the shock and the confusion and the creeping anger in her voice. "Well..." I began, not sure how I was going to continue that sentence. "Are those my panties?" She enquired looking down at the checkered undies lying between us. "Umm..." It was really hard to swallow. "Yeah, they sure are." "What the fuck are you doing with my panties?" She screamed as she picked them up and then instantly dropped them. "Ewww!!" Her face cringed. "They're wet." She looked at me with very angry young female eyes. "Why are they wet, Travis?" I was screwed. "Look Erica," I started, frantically thinking of how to get through to a 15-year-old about my random sexual urges without involving any courts. "I'm crazy about you." "What?!" She stood up and backed away. "Now, wait! Listen!" I continued, with the best imitation of puppy dog eyes I could muster, "I like you a lot. I mean, REALLY like you. And I've felt this way for a while. In fact, the reason I broke up with Clea was because of you." Bullshit. "Me? Really?" Her anger started to drift away from her voice. "Sure, I mean, I would just go on and on about how pretty you were and fun and outgoing and energetic and all these things, and Clea just got really jealous and broke up with me. And you know I've been kinda down ever since that happened." "Yeah, you have been down." "Well, I know this is hard to believe, but you're the only one who makes me happy anymore. Every time I come over here and hang with Ben, I always hope you're around, so we could talk a little or whatever. I mean... I think... I think I've fallen in love with you." "Oh, Travis." Erica smiled. "That is truly the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to me." I smiled back with relief. Relieved that she was falling for this crap and I was halfway out of the doghouse. "But you know," Erica continued, her smile melting away. "That still doesn't explain why my panties are wet." My smile went away, too and I didn't know what to say. "And they smell funny, too." Her mouth was in full angry-frown mode now and her eyes grew darker and darker. "I can fucking smell it from here!" "Well, Erica." I tried to sound innocent, but could tell I was failing miserably. "You know how guys get with the girls they like. They get kind of horny.. you know?" "They certainly do, don't they?" Her voice was so stern, I wasn't too sure if she was actually agreeing with me. "Well I was in your room and I got really horny, you know? I mean I tried to control myself, but I just like you so much. And I went through your underwear drawer and got a pair of panties and... I...umm..I..." "Jesus.." Erica rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Let me take a wild guess. You jerked off with them, didn't you." "I couldn't help myself, Erica. Really!" I was down to my knees, almost begging for forgiveness. Then, I felt her hand smack me across the face and sending me down to the floor to kiss the carpet. I was dizzy and shaken, partly from the force of the slap, but also in amazement that this little girl could hit so hard. The burn sizzled on my cheek and I could feel every pore vibrating to generate a painful buzz. "So Travis, you want a piece of me!" Erica ranted and I felt her take me by the collar and pull me up to her face. She stared me down like a big, mean prisoner would to his helpless cellmate when claiming his 'bitch'. I was undoubtedly in trouble. "You wanna fuck me, Travis? Huh? You wanna spray your gunk all over my freshly cleaned underwear?!! Huh, you fucking pervert!" She slammed me back to my place in the floor and my skull could feel the hard wood flooring under the carpet this time. "You wanna hide in my closet and wait for me to get home so you could watch me undress, asshole?" I tried to yell NO or at least PLEASE, STOP but she kicked the air out of my stomach and I instantly curled into a fetal position, cowering under her as she went on ranting over me. "I actually thought you were cute, Travis. At one time I thought you were a pretty cool guy. But now I see that you're just a pathetic, horny little toad." She rolled me over on my back and I was just about to catch my breath back when she threw herself on my stomach. She clenched my sides with her knees and held my head back by gripping my neck. "You think I'm pretty toad?" I could only gag, but my terrified expression gave her the answer she needed and she smiled in sinister delight. "Why won't you croak for me, Travis the Toad. C'mon, froggie!! Say Ribbit! Lemme hear it! Ribbit! R- R-Ribbit!" I reached for her arm to give me some air, but she punched me square in the face. Hard! I could feel the imprint of that big, brass ring she wore on her right hand. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt myself floating off to La-La-Land when Erica started to smack my face back to consciousness. "Ribbit," she continued. "What's the matter, Travis. I thought you wanted me, baby. I thought you would do anything to get me. You don't want me anymore or something." I started to cry now and as my tears rinsed down my cheeks, I felt a little blood drizzle out of my left nostril. "Do you want me anymore, Travis baby? Don't you want to see my thing??" "...no..." I muttered out. My voice just barely got through the grip she had at my throat. "No? That's too bad." I truly thought she was going to stop then. "Cuz I wanna see your thing! Yeah! Let me see your dick, c'mon..." She hopped off my belly and quickly spun around to sit on my face. Her firm, but cushy butt smothered my beaten face. I screamed into her buttcheeks and Erica started to wiggle it. "Ooooh that feels good, Travis baby!" She mocked. I could hardly breathe. Her ass smelled of sweat from the softball game, but still had that beautiful scent girls have the power to maintain even when wallowing in a pile of cow manure. I lifted up my arms to push Erica off, which wasn't too successful since I couldn't see the light of day. She pushed both of my arms down with her feet, making some of her ass slide off my face and her crotch touch my lower lip and chin. This position was kind of nice in hindsight, but I still could not breathe very well. I then started to lift up my knees, but immediately stopped after getting slugged in the stomach. "Next time you try that and I'm going to flatten your balls with my fist. Hear me?" I actually answered back "Yes, ma'am" but it was too muffled under her ass to comprehend. I laid there, with my face squooshed and trying to breathe in as much air as I could. Her hands lifted up my shirt and I could feel her fingers rubbing my stomach, moving them down to my waist. "You shouldn't worry so much, toad. I'm sure that I'm not the first girl to see your little dick." She slipped one hand under the waistline of my jeans and my pubic hairs stood up straight when they came into contact with her little hand. My cock jumped up and Erica quickly pulled her hand back out, hesitantly giggling to herself. I felt her unzip my pants, and my cock began to stiffen in anticipation even though, at the same time, I was scared out of my mind what this girl would do next. She pulled my jeans down and left my boxers to cover the goods as I, slowly and uncontrollably, started to raise up the tepee again. It grew out of the fly of my boxers and Erica sat there on my face not saying or doing anything, which was good, I supposed. After a moment of silence, Erica started to speak again, in a fake-giggly voice, "Ah-ha!!! Look at Travis's little penis!" She smacked my testicles and my knees went straight up in reflex agony. That was the last straw. I opened my mouth wide, under Erica's dominating rear end, and bit hard over her polyester jock pants, to make sure I got enough piece of ass to inflict pain. She sprung up immediately in an excited yelp of pain and I swung her aside, knocking her against the wall, and she fell on her back at the foot of her bed. I saddled on top of her chest. My cock, peeking out of my boxers laid between her small, comfy tits, which were pressed tightly under her uniform. My knees pinned her arms to the ground and I took her by the collar. "Look, you psycho bitch!" I growled like the tired and restless animal I was, "I've had enough of your shit! What the fuck is your problem?!!" I shook her a little bit and her head swung back and forth, hitting the carpet behind her. I stopped and looked into her eyes as they smiled back at me. I just sat there, in silence, feeling her breasts heave under my aching balls. A soft and pleasurable sensation that put life back into my shrinking cock. The her lips stretched into an evil grin. "I was waiting for you to start fighting back," she said, licking her lips in a most sensuous manner. She stopped licking her lips and laughed at my still angry face. "What are you waiting for Travis baby?" "What?" I whispered, my face revealing full confusion. "Kiss me." Erica said. I lifted my knees of her arms, almost expecting her to punch or slap me again. But, instead, she started to pull my jeans down even more and massaged my bare legs. "Kiss me, froggie." She repeated. I scooted off her boobs and slid down to her hips, slowly lowering my face down to hers. I was still hesitant because I expected her to start beating the shit out of me again as soon as my guard was completely down. She just smiled like a beauty and batted her eyes as she puckered up. I opened up her mouth with my lips and slid my tongue in. She sucked on it with her mouth and smiled again when she kissed me back. I took her tongue in my mouth and gently played with it until she took it out. We unlocked and looked at each other for a moment. Her eyes were bright and cheerful. Mine were confused. "Still want to see my thing?" She whispered. "Yes. Yes I do." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6