Teenage Hormones pt. 2 by JSipes7798

Introduction:

From the shadows of the stairway, Becky secretly watches her big brother vigorously fuck their Mom in the dark family room. She wants him to fuck her like that and plots a way to get him into her bed.When Logan comes down to the kitchen the next morning, he finds his Mom at the stove preparing breakfast. She has her back to him and is dressed as usual in her terrycloth robe. Logan chuckles to himself because he now knows from the previous night that she is wearing absolutely nothing under that robe. He tip-toes quietly up to her, encircles her waist with his arms and plants a wet kiss on her neck. She expresses her loving approval by pressing her butt against his hard cock. Logan returns her romantic gesture by sliding his right hand into her robe and gently tweaks her left nipple.

“Be careful, Honey. Your Sister can walk in at any moment. You promised to keep our secret from her and your Dad,” his Mom cautions.

“I know, Mom, but I can’t keep my hands off of you. I want to kiss and lick every delicious inch of your sexy body.”

“And I would love for you to do just that, Honey, but not while your Sister is around.” Mom reaches behind her back and squeezes his hard cock. “As soon as your Sister leaves for school I want some more this big fella!”

Logan pours himself and cup of coffee and then takes his place at the head of the breakfast table. Becky comes into the kitchen a moment later and is shocked to see Logan sitting in their father’s chair. Mom is seated in her customary place, which is to the right of Dad’s chair. Becky’s shock turns to anger once she realizes that her Mom had been stroking Logan’s cock under the table when she first entered the kitchen. The sudden surfacing of her Mom’s hand from under the table and the guilty expression on both their faces was a dead giveaway. Couple that with what she witnessed the night before is all she needed to assume, that they were again being sexual with each other. She is tempted to call them out but decides to approach the issue later after she’s had more time to assess her options thoroughly. 

“There’s a stack of blueberry pancakes on the stove, Becky. I cooked enough to feed an army so, feel free to help yourself,” Mom says.

“Oh…so you got up early this morning and cooked Logan’s all-time favorite breakfast,” Becky sneers! It is fairly obvious she is a bit angry when she snorts, “What’s the special occasion?”

Logan and Mom look at each other in surprise and then at Becky. Mom is blushing a crimson red and meekly answers, “No special occasion, Dear. I just thought it would be nice since we haven’t had blueberry pancakes in a while.”

“It couldn’t be because…?” Becky stops in mid-sentence and says, “Never mind. Just forget I said anything. I didn’t sleep very well last night, and I am not fully awake yet.”

Logan looks first to his Mom and then to Becky and firmly says, “If you have something to say, Becky, then let’s hear it.”

“No, I don’t have anything to say,” she snaps. “I just want to eat my breakfast in peace and then go to school.”

Mom fearfully speculates to herself that Becky may have spotted her playing with Logan’s cock under the table when she walked in on them. Logan is trying to figure out if Becky had somehow learned he’d had sex with his Mom the night before. It was a fact that his Mom had been rather vocal each time she had an orgasm. It would stand to reason Becky had been awakened by their noisy love-making and probably ventured down to investigate. She could’ve secretly witnessed everything from the dark stairway. He’s curious to probe further to determine just how much she really knows and how much is just speculation. He decides to hold off until he has a better grasp on the situation.

Becky eats her breakfast in silence and then goes to her room to get ready for school. Thirty minutes later, Becky is on her way to school. As soon as Becky is out the front door, Mom is on her knees with Logan’s cock in her mouth. “Ahhhhh,” Logan moans as his Mom’s tongue enthusiastically rolls against the sensitive tissue of his frenulum. He can’t believe what he is seeing; his own Mom is actually giving him a blow job. Logan had never really experienced a blowjob before. A couple of the girls he’d dated had licked and kissed the tip of his cock as they’d jerked him off, but none of them had even tried to take it right into their mouth. 

Logan watches as his Mom tilts her head up slightly, and looks him straight in the eyes with the sexiest look he’d ever seen in any woman. And then she starts to force more of his hard cock into her throat. Mom gags once but continues until the head of his cock enters her throat. She holds it stable for a second and then pushes it a half inch further. She flexes the muscles in her throat, giving him the sensation of a vagina squeezing his cock. Logan feels the start of an orgasm bubbling up from his balls but fights it off. He is not only experiencing his first blowjob but his first deep throat blowjob, and it is coming from his Mom. He almost dumps his load into her mouth, just thinking about it. 

By the time lunch rolls around they’d had sex in every conceivable position, in practically every room of the house. Mom’s pussy is so sore she can hardly walk, and Logan wants to dip his fatigued cock in a glass of cold milk or a bowl of ice water. They shower together and then retire to their separate bedrooms to nap and recharge.

Becky goes straight to her room without a word to anyone when she returns from school. She Googles ‘mother-son incest’ and finds it’s more prevalent than most would think. She learns that statically ‘mother-son incest’ is second only to ‘brother-sister incest’ and it occurs in families spanning every socio-economic level. It’s not confined to the poor, uneducated classes. Some of the wealthiest and best-educated families have secrets that include incest of some sort. Becky decides that she desperately wants to become part of the ‘brother-sister incest’ statistics and Goggles “How to seduce your brother.” She spends the rest of the afternoon plotting just how she is going to lure her big brother into her bed.

About six o’clock, Mom asks Logan to tell his Sister that dinner is ready. He walks down the hall toward her bedroom and finds Becky’s bedroom door is slightly ajar. Logan can see his Sister standing in front of a full-length mirror. She is completely nude and is casually brushing her long blond hair. He is treated to a full-frontal view of Becky’s slender young body which is shamelessly reflexing in her mirror. He is riveted by her exquisite state of undress. He feels guilty for violating his young Sister’s privacy but can’t move away from her bedroom door. He is barely able to catch his breath. He couldn’t have planned this chance sighting more perfectly if he had tried. He loses all track of time as he fantasizes about ravaging her body and has no idea how long he paused there gaping.

There is no doubt in his mind that his Sister is absolutely stunning. She occasionally pauses to turn sideways and study her breast from different angles. Her areolae are about an inch in diameter, and her nipples are hard; standing out from her breasts like little cherries on an ice cream sundae. She wets her fingers and pinches each nipple causing them to stand erect. They are even more beautiful than he remembers from the day at the swimming pool after he’d brazenly groped his Mom’s body while applying sunscreen.

At one-point Becky closes her eyes and traces the lips of her vagina with a wet fingertip, letting out a low moan as she puts pressure on her clit. She brings her finger to her mouth, examines the wet juices, and then licks the moisture off. Logan begins to rub his swelling cock through his thin running shorts, not thinking his Sister might catch a glimpse of his movement in her mirror. He’s too late with that thought because she freezes for a moment. A second later, her eyes lock onto his in the mirror. For a brief moment, they only stare at each other, and then Becky reacts by slowly turning to face her brother. She smiles and blows her brother a kiss. It takes Logan a minute to recover from the initial shock of being caught gaping at his Sister’s nude body.

“Mom told me to call you for dinner,” he stammers and then quickly retreats back downstairs.

Becky smiles and silently congratulates herself for successfully carrying out phase one of the plan to lure her brother into her bed. She closes her bedroom door, lays down on her bed, and fingers herself to a magnificent orgasm then joins her Mom and brother for dinner.

It’s after midnight when Logan is stirred from a sound sleep as he feels someone slither into bed with him. He’d been sleeping on his side facing away from the door. He feels two hard nipples press against his bare back and a soft hand slide into his boxers. Logan’s cock springs to life as she slowly strokes his cock up and down while nibbling on his earlobe. Logan is just before ordering his Sister out of his bed when his Mom whispers in his ear.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, Honey, but I desperately need this big fella here again,” she pleads.

She rolls Logan onto his back, straddles his waist, slides his cock into her wet pussy and begins riding his cock cowgirl style. She places both hands on his chest for balance and then rubs her clit enthusiastically against his pubic bone. Logan starts to tweak her nipples as she increases her forward and backward motion against his pubic bone. Logan cautions her not to get too loud because she may wake up Becky. She tries to be quiet when her orgasm explodes, but she can’t contain herself. She squeals loudly, and Logan pulls her to him and shoves his tongue into her mouth to muffle her shriek. It really didn’t matter because Becky had heard her Mom sneak down the hall to Logan’s room. She lays in her bed, fingering herself through two orgasms as she listens to her Mom and brother have sex. Her last orgasm is timed perfectly to coincide with her Mom’s climax.

*****

Dad is still out of town, so Mom decides to treat Logan and Becky to a pizza dinner at their favorite Pizzeria. They find a booth near the back of the Pizzeria and Mom quickly slides into the booth next to her Son, leaving a seat across the table for her Daughter. Becky appears irritated because she suspects her Mom chose the seat next to Logan so she can secretly fondly his cock all through dinner. Becky seethes with jealousy and plots her revenge for later. Mom orders a glass of wine with her meal; Logan has a beer, and Becky must settle for a Coke. Logan is wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt with his college logo on the front. Becky purposely drops her napkin on the floor and then bends down to retrieve it. She glances under the table and can see up one leg of Logan’s khaki shorts. The head of his semi-hard cock is clearly visible.

Becky slips her shoe off, slides her bare foot up Logan’s pant leg and massages his hard cock with her toes. Logan is taking a swallow of his beer and spits a mouth full of beer across the table. He tries to push Becky’s foot away before his Mom sees what she is doing, but he is trapped against the wall on one side and against his Mom on the other side. When he is unsuccessful at removing her foot, he covers his lap with a napkin, so Mom doesn’t see Becky’s foot. Mom helps Logan clean up the mess as Becky continues to massage his cock with her toes. It doesn’t take long for him to blow a load all over his Sister’s foot. She pulls her foot back, scoops cum onto her finger and while her Mom is not looking, she brings her finger to her mouth, winks at Logan then licks her finger clean.

It is after eight o’clock when they return home from dinner. Mom suggests they have a cup of hot chocolate and watch a movie. Logan’s cock is still throbbing from Becky’s foot action at the Pizzeria. He can’t wait to get a little privacy so he can jack-off and relieve the pressure. He manages to slip away to the downstairs bathroom and empty his sack. Mom puts some water on the stove for hot chocolate, and Becky goes to her bedroom and changes into her sleeping attire.

When Becky returns to the family room, she finds Logan has settled on the sofa and is surfing the TV channels looking for a program that will appeal to his Mom and her but not something too girlie for him. She is wearing the usual long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh. She is barefoot and not wearing a bra. Her pert breast jiggle and bounce with each step. She flops down in a wingback chair across from the sofa and starts flipping through her iPhone. Logan can see her nipples harden occasionally. He looks over his shoulder at his Mom in the kitchen to see if she has noticed him ogling Becky’s tits.

Becky sees him look at Mom. She knows he is looking to see if Mom notices his gawking at her tits. When Logan looks back at Becky, she smiles and winks. Logan can feel his cock starting to harden again. He puts the remote down as Mom serves the hot chocolate. Mom returns to the kitchen to get a cup of hot chocolate for herself. Becky folds her legs under her and to the side as she leans on the armrest of the chair. She looks Logan squarely in the eyes, smiles, stealthy lifts one leg and gives him a quick glimpse of her bare pussy. He almost spills his hot chocolate in his lap. That would have been a real disaster because it would have drawn attention to his hard cock that is fighting to get out of his shorts. Becky finds the whole thing amusing.

Mom returns to the family room, sit in Dad’s chair, and sips her hot chocolate. Every once in a while, when Mom isn’t looking, Becky flashes Logan again and winks. His hard cock is aching so badly, he finally has to excuse himself for bed. Becky playfully asks if she needs to tuck her big brother into bed. Mom tells her to stop treating him like a baby. He flees to his bathroom, and within seconds, his cock explodes into the toilet. There has to be at least a cup of cum spurting out of his cock. Logan peers at himself in the bathroom mirror and jacks off two more times before he cleans up the mess and goes to bed. He falls asleep dreaming of Becky crawling into his bed and smothering him with her naked tits.

The next night after dinner, Mom is cleaning the kitchen, Becky moves close to Logan and whispers, “My room in ten minutes.”

Becky disappears down the hallway toward her bedroom before Logan can ask her what she wants. He’s baffled by her action but excited to have been summoned to her room. Yet, at the same time, he’s apprehensive. His sister has always been a mystery to him. He has never been able to figure out what was really going on inside her female mind.

Ten minutes go by rather quickly, and Logan finds himself outside his Sister’s bedroom door almost hyperventilating. He takes a deep breath and lightly knocks on the door to her inner sanctum.

“Come in, Logan,” she murmurs in a soft voice.

He guardedly steps into her room and asks, “What’s going on, Sis?”

“Have a seat, Logan. We need to talk,” She answers in a serious tone.

Becky is sitting at her computer wearing her usual sleeping attire. He can tell she is braless because the ever-present hard nipples are staring through her nightshirt at him. No matter how hard he tries to control his eyes, they automatically go to her tits. Becky grins at her brother and says, “That’s what I want to talk to you about, big brother.”

“What?” he asks innocently trying to feign misunderstanding.

“Cut the damn bullshit, Logan,” She snarls! “You know very well what I’m talking about. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off my tits.”

He doesn’t say anything. To tell the truth, he didn’t know what to say because Becky has him dead to right. He can’t help it. His eyes automatically go straight to her tits without his knowledge or forethought. He is finding it harder to keep the promise made with his Dad; which is not to fuck Becky before Dad has his chance with her.

She gazes at him for a few minutes then asks, “Why is it that you can’t stop gawky at my tits, but you will not squeeze my tits or rub your cock against my butt like you do Mom?”

“Damn it, Becky! Why do you keep insisting I squeeze Mom’s tits and rub my cock against her butt?

“Because I’ve seen you do it with my own eyes,” Becky snaps. “And before you say anything else, I need to tell you that last week I watched from the stairway as you and Mom fucked like two sex-crazed teenagers on the sofa in the family room.

Logan is caught off guard but is not surprised at her comment. He had suspected she knew something by the way she had been acting lately. He thinks for a minute and then timidly asks, “Does Mom know you saw us having sex?”

“Yes. I told Mom a few days after I witnessed the two of you together. At first, I wasn’t going to say anything to her, but when I walked into the kitchen the next morning and saw her playing with your cock under the table; I knew I had to confront her.”

“What did she say?”

“Let’s just says we had a nice long mother, daughter talk and came to an understanding.”

“What exactly is that understanding?”

“I won’t go into all the details just yet, but I basically agreed not to tell Dad about your shenanigans with Mom. And I should also tell you that Mom is aware of you gawking at my tits and she knows that I want to fuck you too.”

“You told Mom that you wanted to fuck me,” Logan shriek?

“Yes, I did!”

“Oh my, God! What did she say to that?”

“Well…Mom was really cool about it. She’s aware of your obsession with my tits and said I should just show you my bare tits and let you get it out of your system,” Becky smiles.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not lying,” Becky quickly replies. “Mom suggests I let you see them, touch them, squeeze them, or whatever else you need to do to get it out of your system once and for all.” 

“And suck them?’ He eagerly asks.

“Yes, and even suck them if that’s what it takes for you to get past this hurdle.”

“Wait a minute. Does Mom know we are in here talking about my fascination with your tits?”

“It was Mom’s idea for us to meet and settle the issue. She sees the way you gawk at my tits. And she is perfectly aware of the way your cock gets hard when I come around.”

“Are you telling me Mom really gave you permission to show your tits to me?”

“That’s precisely what I am telling you,” Becky beams. “She said we could even fuck if we want.”

“Why would Mom agree to that?”

“It’s like I said before; I told her I knew you, and she was fucking each other every chance you got, and I promised not to tell Dad if she didn’t object to the two of us having a little fun together

“And she agreed to your terms?”

“That she did.”

“Okay…I guess we should start off slow and I will just examine your naked breast for the time being.”

“That’s all you want to do,” Becky disappointingly exclaims?

Logan shrugs his shoulders and answers, “Well…I guess so for now.”

Logan sits in amazement as Becky locks her bedroom door, and then removes her cotton nightshirt. She has on a pair of sexy navy-blue bikini panties and is sporting a prominent camel toe. Logan thinks he detects a wet spot right in the middle of her camel toe, but can’t be sure because of the dark navy-blue color of her panties.

She looks nervous but smiles and asks, “Do you want me standing, sitting in a chair or on the bed?”

“What,” Logan mumbles half dazed?

“You heard what I said, Logan. Now snap out of it and get this fucking show on the road!”

Logan is stunned by her language but excited about the opportunity to play with his Sister’s tits and chooses the bed. Becky sits on the edge of her bed and waits for him to make his initial move. He doesn’t know how to get started, and neither does Becky. Licking her dry lips, she looks up at her brother and waits with anticipation. Logan can’t help but admire the beauty of her young naked body. Her satiny skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat, her long blond hair is wildly tousled as usual, and her nipples are rigid and appear ready to burst.

Logan slips off his jeans and sits next to his Sister and just stares at her magnificent orbs. Her nipples appear to be very, very hard, and the flesh around her breasts has a crimson glow. His initial hesitations are slowly melting away, replaced by a strong desire to give her what he has always fantasized about. The only thing keeping him from ultimately fulfilling that fantasy is the promise made to his Dad. 

“Logan, why did you take your jeans off if you are not going to do anything more than examine my tits?” She is very matter of fact about it.

“I don’t know, Sis. I guess I just wanted to be comfortable. In case you don’t know it, my cock gets really hard every time I get around you, and it is very uncomfortable squeezed into the confining space of my jeans,” he groans. “Also, if the mood strikes me, I may even let you play with my cock.”

She appears to be satisfied with his explanation and gazes up with doe-like eyes, anxious for him to begin. Her gaze never leaves his eyes as it becomes apparent, she wants this as much if not more than him. She bites her lips and sighs while her blue eyes become glazed, and she begins breathing harder. Her eyes plead as she leans close and whispers what she desires from him next. Up until then, he had no clue as to what she really expected from him.

Logan tries to be gentle at first because he is her big brother, but he senses she wants him to take charge. He cautiously caresses one gravity-defying 36C breast then the other. They feel so firm yet spongy when he squeezes them. Becky looks at him as though she is afraid, he will damage them. She takes a deep breath when Logan begins to roll one nipple between his thumb and index finger. He can feel her heart beating rapidly under her breast.

She lets a low moan escape when he leans forward and takes a nipple into his mouth. Her first instinct is to push his mouth off of her nipple, but he refuses to surrender that nipple and sucks harder. Her breathing picks up, and instead of forcing him off of her breasts, she pulls him closer to her bosom. Logan becomes braver and carefully slips his hand inside her navy-blue panties. She spreads her thighs and welcomes his exploration. After a few minutes of enthusiastically devouring her nipples and fingering her pussy; she starts to hyperventilate and then tremble. A minute later, his Sister stiffens as her orgasm engulfed her whole body.

She squeals and then places a palm on each side of Logan’s face and pulls him to her lips. He can feel her tongue anxiously poking at his lips, trying to gain entry to his mouth. He lets her in, and their tongues dance and twist causing both their heads to spin. He had no idea his sister could kiss like that. It is the most thrilling, most passionate kiss he’d ever experienced. That includes the kiss from Mom. He doesn’t know how long that kiss lasted before she breaks away and says, “Oh my God, where did you learn how to do that?”

He assumes she’s talking about sucking her tit until she orgasmed and without thinking, he said, “Mom taught me.”

“What the hell do you mean, Mom taught you?” 

“I’m sorry, Becky, but I promised Mom I would never reveal any of the details of our sexual endeavors.”

“Too late, Logan. You opened this can of worms. Now tell me everything that is going on with you and Mom. I want to hear all about your incestuous affair with our sweet Mom,” she demands. “By the way, you do know it’s incest when you have sex with a blood relative; don’t you?”

“Yes, I know it’s incest when I have sex with Mom.”

“That means you can’t use the incest excuse as the reason we can’t have sex with each other.

Becky’s eyes actively scan her brother’s face waiting for his response. He doesn’t know how to answer. He just sits there with a dumb expression on his face. Becky is quiet for a considerably long period. Logan can see the wheels turning in her mind. It is apparent she has many more questions rumbling through her head. He is getting turned on just thinking about the information he had learned from his Mom about how to please a woman. His cock is threatening to pop out of his boxers.

Becky finally breaks her silence when she says, “You say Mom taught you how to cause a woman to orgasm with your tongue on her tits?”

“Absolutely! She taught me things about using my tongue on a woman in ways I never dreamed about.”

“Did she teach you to use your tongue anyplace else on a woman’s body to make her orgasm?”

“As a matter of fact, she did. Why do you ask?”

“Well…I hear girls at school talking about…” Becky blushes and looks away from him. He can tell she is struggling inside with what she wants to ask him. He lets her stew for a moment and then motions with his hand for her to continue.

“They say that it feels terrific when a guy licks you down there,” She blurts and then looks away. Her cheeks are bright red, and her breathing has increased considerably. Even though they had always been able to talk to each other about almost anything, he knows it took a lot for her to say that to him.

“And let me guess,” he grins. “You would like to find out firsthand what it actually feels like, but are too embarrassed to ask me to show you.”

Becky stares at the floor and shakes her head yes. Logan tries not to act too enthusiastic about her request. He has wanted to taste her pussy almost as much as he’d wanted to play with her tits. He gives her a loving squeeze and asks her to slip her panties off and lay back on the bed. She quickly flops onto her back, raises her hips, and slides her panties off in one smooth, swift motion. Logan crawls between her splayed legs and kisses her inner thigh. He plants a series of gentle little kisses to each thigh as he makes his way up to the promised land. He takes in a deep breath inhaling her feminine aroma while using his thumbs to fold back her labia. After a few puffs of warm breath in that area, her clit pokes its head out of its hood. Just as he moves in to make contact, Becky put her palm on his forehead and says, “Your tongue only, Logan; I’m not quite ready for you to stick your cock in there!”

“I promise, Sis. I would never do that unless I had your permission.”

She removes her hand from his forehead and says, “Okay, but promise me it will be just your tongue until I say differently.”

Logan assures her he wouldn’t violate her trust and begins his approach again. He spread the lips of her vagina and again blows gently on her opening. He had learned that technique from a porn site, and his Mom had loved it when he did it with her. Just like with Mom, Becky’s clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He returns to kissing and licking her inner thighs while listening to her moans and gasps. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet labia. Becky lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hand on the back of his head; guiding him, just like Mom did, to the places she needed him. He begins licking her hot folds, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy lips. He parts her folds with his tongue and lets her juices flow.

Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy before moving up and taking her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking his Sister’s clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy. He alternates between licking and sucking her clit, and she becomes more and more excited. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard into his face as the next orgasm washes over her.

Once she comes down from that orgasm, he proceeds to lick on and try things that had pleased Mom. He brings Becky to the edge of her next orgasm and then shoves his finger into her anus just as she explodes with orgasmic bliss. She successfully stifles a scream. He can feel the lust and pure enthusiasm coming from her as he sucks her clit between his lips and gently flicks it with his tongue. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her hand to push him deeper into her silky tunnel. After a while, she can take no more and pushes him off of her sensitive vagina. 

They hold each other close for a while. It is getting near midnight, and both are nearing exhaustion. Logan’s jaws are aching, and his tongue is on its last lick. He leans over and kisses Becky on her lips and lifts himself to get out of her bed.

She places her hand on his arm and asks, “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to my room. We sure don’t want to fall asleep and let Mom catch us in bed together.”

“Don’t go just yet.” She hesitates a moment and then says, “I want to make you cum before you leave.”

“But I thought you said you were not going to let me fuck you?”

“I’m NOT going to fuck you right now. I just want to suck your cock. You made me cum at least five times tonight, and the least I can do is suck your cock until you cum at least one time.”

“Have you ever sucked a cock, Sis?”

“No, not really, but how hard can it be?”

“I don’t know, Becky. It takes a certain amount of skill to give a first-rate blowjob,” he remarks. “I just can’t visualize my little Sister knowing how to give a blowjob.”

Logan should have kept his mouth shut. The hurt in Becky’s eyes threatens to spoil an otherwise remarkable evening. He tries to backtrack and undo the damage he has just caused. She puffs up into a fit of anger and turns away from him. He knows he has probably ruined what could’ve been a beautiful brother/sister experience.

“I’m sorry, Sis. I would love for you to give me a blowjob. It just surprised me when you offered. A brother has a hard time visualizing his little sister sucking a cock. I still think of you as the little girl whom I taught to ride a bicycle.”

Becky rolls back over to face him with a big grin on her face. He knows there is no stopping her now and slips off his boxers, releasing his seven-inch cock. Logan can’t tell by her expression if she is impressed with his cock or frightened by its size. He sits on the edge of the bed, and Becky kneels on the floor between his hairy thighs. She stares at his cock for a minute before leaning forward and taking it into her mouth. She begins sucking and bobbing her head up and down on his cock. Within seconds he pushes her off his cock and screams for her to stop. She looks shocked and hurt. He tries to explain without making matters worse.

“Becky, you were biting me,” he tries to explain in a loving voice. “I’m sorry, but I shouldn’t have assumed you knew how to suck a cock. I should have cautioned you to cover your teeth and not let them grind against my cock; especially the tender plum shaped head.”

She starts to sob. “I’m so sorry, Logan, I wanted to make it feel as good for you; as you made it feel for me. I had always heard girls say they sucked their boyfriend’s cock and thought I was supposed to actually suck it as I was just doing.”

“It’s okay, Becky. Let’s start over, and I will talk you through it.”

She nods her okay, wraps her soft fingers around his cock, and waits for his instructions.

He begins by saying, “The tip of a man’s penis is by far the most sensitive spot on his cock, particularly the underside of the mushroom.” He points to the frenulum. “This spot is the female equivalent of the clitoris. So, focusing attention on the tip is going to work well to push any man over the edge in the most intense and pleasurable orgasm possible.”

He looks Becky in the eyes to see if she is following his explanation. She smiles and nods for him to proceed. She leans forward and touches her tongue to his mushroom and gives the frenulum a gentle lick.

Logan takes a deep breath and continues. “There are many good techniques you can use to pleasure the tip of a man’s penis. Let’s start with Kissing and licking the tip of the cock. That is a fabulous way to start off any blow job and draw out the length of the blowjob. It’s also perfect if you like seeing and hearing a man squirm in beautiful orgasmic agony. Kissing his penis and balls is easy, just think back to how you would kiss him normally on the lips: Just purse your lips together and give the penis small tender pecks. Then open your lips slightly so that you can gently squeeze the top of the penis between them. And with saliva on your lips, gently run them over the tip of his penis until it is well lubricated with your spit. Now use your wet lips to gently suck on the top of his wet penis while swirling your tongue around the tip. Make damn sure your teeth never come in contact with the penis.”

Becky rubs her soft wet lips over the tip of his cock until it is well lubricated with her saliva. He is pleased with how she eagerly follows his instructions with such enthusiasm.

“Learning to suck a cock is something you learn over time. No one expects you to be an expert the first time you try. You only have to remember a few things to start. The rest will come naturally as you practice and explore new things.”

Becky tries his suggestions, and while holding her brother’s penis steady in both hands, she starts making a slow circular motion with her tongue around the plum shaped top of his cock. She alternates direction and speed to add some variety. Logan immediately feels his orgasm begin to stir deep in his balls. He has to stop her for the time being because if he blows his load right then, it will cut the lesson short. He decides to cover some fundamentals to give his pending orgasm a chance to settle down.

“Everyone is familiar with the UP & DOWN technique. It is the most elemental method of all blowjob techniques. Mastering that move first is a smart way to get comfortable giving a blow job before progressing to more advanced techniques and tactics such as deep throating.”

“What is deep throating,” she asks?

“Try to picture my cock sliding in and out of your mouth like I’m fucking your vagina. As you get comfortable with that, you try taking my cock deeper and deeper until it slips into your throat. That’s known as deep throating, which is an advanced technique we will cover later. Taking my penis deeper and deeper into your mouth runs the risk of triggering your gag reflex, but try not to worry about that because it’s entirely natural, and most guys don’t really care if you gag a little because that feels good to their cock also.”

Becky lowers her mouth to his cock again and takes it deeper into her mouth until her gag reflex prevents her from going any further. She backs off and looks up at him for approval. He smiles and compliments Becky on her sincere effort. He can see she is pleased with herself.

“Okay…while sucking, you can add some variation by using your tongue to massage the cockhead too. The cockhead is the plum shaped helmet at the tip of the cock. You can add to the pleasure to that area by humming. There isn’t anything more to this technique other than just gently sucking, licking, bobbing your head, humming and taking the penis in and out of your mouth.”

Becky goes to work implementing that technique, and Logan realizes too late that he shouldn’t have suggested the humming. Before he can warn her, his orgasm explodes in her mouth. She pulls off quickly and the second blast hit her in the face below her mouth. The third and fourth blasts hit her chest and drip down over her breast. She jumps up and rushes into the bathroom for a wet face cloth. He notices her lick some of his cum off the back of her hand as she hurries toward the bathroom.

Logan knows that after that explosion he is out of the ballgame until he can recover. He thinks Becky is ready for a break anyway. Her brother decides to cover some more basics. He figures talking about eye contact followed by the hand job technique should allow her time to rest and him time to recover he thinks to myself.

“Becky, I want to take a minute and cover a few rudimentary things that will improve your blowjob ability. Making eye contact with your boyfriend while giving him head can be super intimate and intense and even appear a little bit submissive. Guys get turned on by a sexually submissive woman.”

“So, how do I know when to use eye contact, and when not to use it?”

“That’s something that will come with experience. Unbroken eye contact can also be a bit intimidating, so use it sparingly with someone you just met. If you have just started dating a guy and you proceed to give him a ten-minute blow job maintaining unbroken eye contact throughout, then he may feel a little awkward. Remember, most guys prefer a submissive woman. Eye contact is good, just don’t force it. Don’t make overly intense eye contact. You have to judge how much eye contact to use by his reaction. You can break the sexual ambiance and kill the mood if you are trying awkwardly to maintain eye contact with your guy during the whole blow job. So, if you notice that your boyfriend breaks eye contact with you or gets uncomfortable whenever you try to make eye contact with him during oral sex, then just forget about using that technique.”

Becky locks eyes with her brother, wraps her wet lips around his cock and swirls her tongue around the sensitive mushroom. He almost loses his load again when she adds a low humming vibration. She definitely has that technique mastered. He has to push her mouth off his cock and move on to prevent another premature ejaculation.

“Using your hands is a powerful blowjob technique while giving oral sex. In fact, you can deliver way more pleasure and enjoyment by using your hands on the penis and balls during the blow job. Jerking a man off while giving him a blowjob at the same time is a super way to maximize his pleasure. Just take the first inch or two of his cock into your mouth, then wrap one hand around his shaft and use your other hand to massage his balls. While using a simple technique like that you can run your hand up and down his shaft and at the same time, give him a pleasurable blowjob.”

Becky caresses Logan’s semi-hard cock in her hot little hands. As soon as she tickles his balls with her fingertips, it springs back harder than before. He knows the break wasn’t going to last as long as first anticipated. He can already feel the blood begin to surge back into his cock.

“Speaking of working a man’s balls, using your mouth and tongue to stimulate them is an excellent blow job technique that adds even more pleasure to the overall blow job. Whatever you can do to the penis with your mouth, you can do the same to the balls. The big difference is that the balls are super sensitive to pain, so make sure you don’t apply too much direct pressure, or worse don’t accidentally use your teeth on them. I can’t stress enough how important it is to be aware of your teeth anytime you get near a man’s sex organs.”

Becky smiles and nods to show her understanding. She leans forward and takes his mushroom into her warm mouth. She circles it with her tongue while applying gentle suction. She bobs her head a few times and lets his cock slide deeper into her mouth. Each time she bobs her head, she takes his cock a little further into her mouth. It isn’t long before Logan’s cock is at the back of her mouth. She gags a few times, but he can feel her throat relax and let him enter. She holds the head of his cock maybe an inch inside her throat. He can feel her throat muscles begin to spasm and massage his mushroom. Logan can feel his orgasm bubbling up, and tries to warn Becky.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” He cries as he attempts to push her off his spurting cock. She pulls her head back just a little and holds the tip of his cock in her mouth as his cum begins to flow. She makes a tight seal with her lips, and her brother can feel the muscles in her throat and jaws move as she sucks and swallows every drop of cum from his spasming cock. He can feel his balls emptying into her suctioning mouth. He thinks he is going to pass out. After a minute, he has to push her off his sensitive gland. She continues to lick and fondle his balls. There is no doubt she has found something she enjoys, and with a little more practice, she will become very skilled at it.

Logan pulls his Sister up into his arms and kisses her on the lips. She repays his kiss with vigor. He can taste the saltiness of his own cum in her mouth and says, “You are a swift learner, baby sister, and with a little practice, no one will suck a cock better than you.”

“And I plan to get that practice every night from now on,” she smiles. “You can expect this to happen every night, and you are damn well going to return the favor by eating my pussy every night.”

Logan rolls out of bed, but Becky stops him again. “Where do you think you are going?”

“I’m going back to my room before Mom finds out we spent the night together.”

“Get your ass back in this bed and fuck my brains out, silly. Mom doesn’t care if we spent the night with each other. In fact, it was her idea. She set this whole thing up.”

“What do you mean, she set this whole thing up?”

“Think back to earlier in the evening, Logan. Did Mom insist we watch TV with her like most nights?”

“No.”

“Did she come to check on us and ask what we were doing in my room?”

“No.”

“That’s because she knew how much I wanted you to fuck me, so, she coached me on how to lure you into my bed.”

“No way!”

“Yes…way!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Remember when you came to call me to dinner the other night and saw me posing naked in front of my mirror?”

“Yes.”

“Mom showed me how far to leave my door open to give you the best view, and she coached me on what to do as you as you spied on me from the hallway.”

“She didn’t.”

“Yes, she did; right down to sticking my finger in my pussy and licking the juice off while you watched.”

Logan is dumbfounded and stands there shaking his head.

“She texted me to let me know you were on your way so I could time everything just right.”

“She didn’t.”

“And remember the night we went to dinner at the Pizzeria? Mom made sure you were trapped between the wall and her so I could jack you off with my toes and then lick your cum from my finger.”

Logan sits on the edge of her bed. He has a confused expression on his face and finds the whole thing unbelievably arousing. His cock is so hard it feels like it is going to explode.

“Mom told me she had done the same thing to a boy she knew in college and found it so thrilling, she had to encourage me to do it with you while she watched but pretended not to be aware of what was going on.”

Logan slides his hand up his Sister’s thigh and tickles her pussy with his fingertips. She giggles and says, “And when we got home from the Pizzeria it was Mom’s idea that I dress for bed with no panties on. She told me to sit in the chair across from the sofa and flash my pussy at you a few times. I got so wet doing that, it was all I could do not to finger myself right there in front of both of you.”

Logan leisurely circles his Sister’s clit with his index finger and then inserts it to the second knuckle, looking for her g-spot.

“Mom and I both were sure you would sneak into to my room later that night and fuck my brains out,” she continues. “However, you never showed up, so Mom planned tonight for us to consummate our long overdue sexual unity.”

Logan leans forward kissing first her clit, then her belly button and later on to her luscious tits. After he had given each nipple ample attention, he moves up to provide her with the most passionate kiss ever. Logan tries to recall how many times he’d pictured this moment, dreamed of it, and now, it is actually going to happen. He looks down as she pauses for a second before finding his cock and guiding it into her sopping wet pussy.

He sees her take a deep breath and then wrap her legs around his waist, anchoring her heels behind his thighs and pulling him deep into her waiting wetness. It only takes a few minutes before they climb towards a climax together, their stomachs and pubic hairs slick with sweat, slapping together with each thrust. Logan’s rock-hard cock and Becky’s soaking wet pussy feel like molten flames. His balls tighten, as the burning starts deep inside his swollen sack. His face turns red and contorts in a grimace as he cries, “Oh my God, Becky! Here it comes! Oh, fuck I’m going to cummmm baby!”

“Oh fuck, Logan! I’m almost there too,” she screams! “Please don’t stop now! Fuck me harder and faster! Please! Please!”

Their minds drift into a fog as simultaneous orgasms wash over the two of them. Logan’s cock spurts an ocean of cum; two, three, four times into his Sister’s womb as she gyrates under him. Becky feels her brother’s hot ejaculation; at the same time, her orgasm consumes her whole body. She stiffens, and with her heels locked tightly under his ass cheeks, she pulls him deep into her pussy. A moment later, Becky knows he’s finished when his hard-pulsing cock gently twitches and then begins to soften. She rewards him with a few more squeezes from her vaginal muscles. Becky’s jubilant laughter fades to become happy giggling as each additional squeeze of her pussy gets another involuntary twitch from her brother’s cock until it slides out of her sated pussy.

Lost in lust and consumed by passion; Logan collapses onto his Sister, licks her earlobe and whispers,” Becky, that was the best fuck ever!”

“Even better than Mom?”

“Believe it or not; Yes, even better than Mom!”

Teenage Hormones by JSipes7798

Introduction:

It takes the right time, the right place and the right circumstance but Logan finally accomplishes his goal to fuck his beautiful Mom.Logan Mitchell is an athletic, 6’ 1” ruggedly handsome nineteen-year-old college freshman. His broad smile, blue eyes, and blond hair catch the eyes of both young and old females. He is aware of his good looks and mindful of the fact that his hormones are hitting on all cylinders. Describing him as a horny teenager is a gross understatement. It takes very little to trigger his erections, and every time his mother, Lucy, or his seventeen-year-old sister, Becky, come into the same room with him a significant bulge develops in his pants. He is just weeks away from his twentieth birthday and is ashamed to admit he is still a virgin. He finds that extremely embarrassing.

It’s Sunday morning, and the family is having breakfast together. Logan’s mother is wearing a terrycloth robe that comes down to mid-thigh. It is apparent to Logan she is not wearing a bra, by the way, her breast jiggle when she flips pancakes. Logan often wonders what else she has on under that short robe. Does she have on a sexy nightgown? Is she wearing lace panties or maybe going commando? He would really love to know. Logan’s Sister is wearing her usual sleeping attire, which is a long cotton t-shirt that comes down just far enough to easily cover her panties; that’s assuming she even wears panties to bed. He doesn’t know for sure. It is apparent she doesn’t have a bra on because her nipples rousingly poke at the thin cotton fabric. Logan squirms in his chair and tries to adjust his throbbing hard cock secretly. His actions don’t go unnoticed by his father, Jim.

After breakfast, Becky and her mother leave the kitchen to get dressed for their weekly shopping trip to the mall. Logan has to wait for his cock to deflate before attempting to stand. After a minute or two, he pushes his chair back and starts to rise but his father motions for him to remain seated.

Logan’s father clears his throat and then says, “Logan, we need to talk.”

“About what, Dad,” Logan innocently asks?

Logan’s father wastes little time getting directly to the point and sternly asks, “Logan, how long have you been thinking about fucking your Mom?”

Logan is astounded by his Dad’s blatant accusation and stutters and stammers before saying, “What are you talking about, Dad?”

“You know damn well what I am talking about, Logan. I was a teenager once, and I notice how you incessantly eyeball your Mother’s body. A wonderfully sexy body, I must admit. Anyway, I know exactly what’s going through your horny young mind. So, don’t try to bullshit me.”

Logan drops his head and stares at his hands which are nervously twitching and trembling. He knows he has been caught in the act and has no idea how to answer his Dad. Logan has always tried so hard not to be too obvious when lusting for his Mom, but his Mother’s breasts are like magnets drawing his eyes to them every time they bounce or jiggle under her clothes. He knew sooner or later either his Mom or his Dad would notice his ogling but chose to do it anyway. Now that he has been caught red-handed, he decides the only thing he can do is be truthful with his Dad and hope for the best.

“I am sorry, Dad, but I can’t help it,” he whines. “Mom is so beautiful, and her breasts are so inviting. I keep wondering if they look like the ones I see on the internet. I wonder if her areolae are large or small; dark or light. I envision her nipples being long because of the way they poke against her clothes. I shouldn’t admit it, but I sneak around trying to get a glimpse of them for real, but so far, I haven’t been successful.

“You’ve seen her almost naked breasts plenty of times when she wears her skimpy bikini. I would think that would be enough to satisfy your curiosity,” his Dad responds.

“Theoretically, that should be enough, but in reality, it only makes it worse. I end up with a hard-on and a strong desire to rip away Mom’s top and suck on her luscious nipples,” Logan timorously confesses.

“Wow…you ARE a horny little bastard,” Logan’s Dad says as he reaches over and understandingly pats Logan’s hand. “Just for your information, Son, her areolae are about the size of a quarter, and they are a pinkish brown.”

“Thanks for that info Dad, but that doesn’t satisfy my curiosity, in fact, it makes me want to see them that much more.”

“Well then…there’s only one thing we can do to remedy this situation. We need to arrange for you to get naked with your Mom and to give her the fucking you have apparently dreamed about.”

Logan does a double take because he can’t believe what he’s just heard from his customarily conservative Dad. He looks at his Dad and exclaims, “Are you fucking serious, Dad?”

“I am as serious as a heart attack, Son! It’s the only way you will ever get past gawking at her every time she comes into the room.”

“Wouldn’t it bother you if I fucked Mom? I mean won’t you be jealous? I know I would be jealous if she were my girlfriend and some other guy was hanging around her and putting his hands all over her body, and God knows what else.”

“Well, I do have a selfish motive for encouraging you to pursue your desires to have sex with your Mom.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you probably know that your Mom and I both have strong sexual appetites and neither of us can go more than a few days without sex.”

“I suspected as much because I hear the two of you several nights a week going at it like a couple deer rutting in the forest,” Logan laughs. “Which makes me wonder even more why in the hell you would be willing to share her with someone else.”

“I don’t want to share her with someone else; that’s my point.”

“I don’t understand, Dad.”

“I travel several weeks out of the month with my medical equipment sales job, and the travel may become even more frequent since my recent territory re-alignment.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Your Mom’s sex drive is every bit as strong as mine, and I am a shame to admit that a few times I have become weak and succumbed to my desires and had sex with other women while traveling.”

“Oh shit! Does Mom know?”

“No! And you better not tell her. I need you to keep that a secret and I need for you to help me out on the home front.”

“Sure, Dad. I will do whatever you say, but I still don’t understand why you would want me to have sex with Mom.”

“Well…your Mom is only human, and when she needs sex, her desires become so strong that sooner or later, she will weaken like I have a few times. I am concerned that if I’m not there to satisfy her desires then sooner or later someone else will notice her yearning look that most women get when they really need to be fucked and they will take advantage of her weakness. I don’t want her hooking up with some stranger. I worry it might be with someone whom your Mom could form a lasting emotional attachment which could eventually lead to her possibly running away with that person.”

“Mom would never do that, Dad.”

“Well…it wouldn’t be the first time a woman did that because women tend to get more emotional about sex. Unlike men who can fuck just about anything and move on; women often become emotionally attached to a sex partner.”

“I don’t think Mom would do that to you.”

“Probably not but I don’t want to risk it. That’s why I want you to seduce your Mom and fill the need that I can’t fill while I am traveling on business.”

“Do you honestly think Mom would let me or anyone else fuck her?”

“Yes. If she’s properly seduced.”

“No, not Mom. I can’t see anyone seducing Mom but you. She not that kind of woman.”

“Son, any woman can be seduced by any man, or woman for that matter, if she has an unfulfilled need and the seduction is done properly.”

“You really, honestly believe my Mom can be seduced by someone other than yourself?”

“I do. If it is done properly.”

“Well…that’s the key phrase; if it is done properly,” Logan says. “I don’t have any idea how to seduce a woman; much less my own Mom properly.”

“That’s where I come in, Son. I am going to coach you through the essential steps to appropriately seduce your Mom. When I am through, you will have the skills necessary to seduce any woman.”

“Really, Dad? Any woman I want?”

“Wait a minute. I know what you are thinking. I’ve also observed the way you look at your little Sister, Becky. She is off limits because she is only a senior in high school, still under eighteen and not considered a consenting adult.”

“Well as long as we are being honest with each other, what about after she’s eighteen? Her birthday is only a few months away. Would you mind if I use those seduction skills to fuck Becky after she is eighteen?”

“After she is eighteen and beyond the age of consent, I won’t give you a hassle if you try your luck with your Sister, but I would prefer you wait until after I’ve had my shot at her first.”

Logan is totally shocked at his Dad’s response. “Daaaddd!” He draws out the word. “I’ve never even seen you looking at Becky that way. How long have you thought about fucking her?”

“Practically every day since she started developing those fine tits that poke through her t-shirt every morning.”

“I would’ve never guessed it because I’ve never seen you looking at her in that manner.”

“Well…I do observe her like that, but I don’t make it so obvious others would notice. There is a reason I don’t gawk, and that is lesson number one for you to learn. Stop ogling her and your Mom because it only makes them feel creepy, and it can be a real turn off for most women. You will never get to first base with any woman if you stare at her body like a hungry wolf eyeing fresh meat. An admiring casual glance is okay and is often taken as a compliment, but lustful staring is a no, no.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Logan replies.

“And remember, your Mom is not a slut, so don’t expect to talk her into your bed in a few short weeks. Seduction is all about paying attention to someone else’s needs and moving forward accordingly. If you truly want to seduce a woman, spend time getting to know her and her body language. Set an appropriate atmosphere for the seduction, and move slowly, very slowly before getting too physical.”

“What should I do first?”

“Well, you already hug her occasionally. I suggest instead of gawky; you hug her more often and maybe follow up the hug with a kiss on her neck. The neck and ears have many nerve endings and are generally not touched as often as they should be. Your Mom loves it when I kiss her neck where it intersects with her shoulder. Nibbling on her earlobe is a real turn on for her, but that’s not something you want to do right away. Let her gets used to the gentle kisses on the neck before you move to an advanced technique such as earlobe nibbling. Remember to go slow and see how she responds to different things.”

Becky and her Mom interrupt Jim and Logan’s strategy meeting when they drop by the kitchen before leaving for the mall. Logan takes that opportunity to go to his room and Googles “How to seduced a Woman.” He finds several articles and spends the next few hours studying the information. All of the essays recommend going slow, paying attention to body language, listen more than you talk and not revealing your ultimate intentions right away.

Around six o’clock, Logan goes downstairs and finds his Mom is back from the mall and is in the kitchen hovering over the stove. His Dad is sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. His Mom is wearing a light blue polo shirt and khaki shorts that hug the contours of her firm butt. She is as sexy as a sixteen-year-old in that outfit. Logan walks up behind his Mom and encircles her waist with his arms and gives her a gentle, loving squeeze. He is tempted to go higher and fondle her tits, but his better judgment tells him that would fall under the category of moving too fast.

“What are you cooking, Mom?”

“It’s your Dad’s favorite; beef stroganoff,” she cheerfully answers.

Logan rests his chin on his Mom’s shoulder and says, “It smells wonderful. So, do you, Mom.” He then gives her another gentle squeeze and a quick kiss on her neck. The effect is immediate. She blushes and goose-bumps spread across her arms. She says nothing but Logan’s Dad winks at him and gives him the thumbs up.

Logan turns away and buries his head in the fridge looking for something cold to drink. His Mom glances around to make sure no one is watching and tugs at her wet panties that are beginning to stick to her moist vagina. She feels a moment of guilt because her son’s doting attention had had that effect on her. She blushes again and squeezes her thighs together.

Becky enters the kitchen and opens one of the overhead cabinets. She rises on her tip-toes to retrieve dinner plates from above. She is barefoot and wearing ultra-tight cut-off denim shorts that look like they are painted on her cute little butt. 

Logan and his Dad both dwell a long moment on her tight round ass. After a few seconds of gaping Logan clears his throat and smiles at his Dad who is still studying her sexy little butt. Logan’s Dad gives an approving nod, and a wink then returned to his newspaper.

After dinner, Becky and her Mom clean the kitchen and then join the guys in the family room to watch TV. Jim has settled in his comfortable chair, and Logan is sitting on the sofa. Logan moves to the middle of the sofa to allow Becky to sit in her usual place to his left and his Mom to his right. There are about twenty minutes left to the western Logan, and his Dad is watching. As soon as the final credits begin to roll, Becky grabs the remote and finds a romantic “chick-flick” movie for them to watch. Logan and his Dad both grumble but agree it is only fair for the girls to pick the movie since they had endured part of the western.

A few minutes into the movie, Becky loops her right arm through Logan’s left arm and cuddles against him with her head on his shoulder. It’s her favorite position while watching a movie with the family. Everything is fine until Logan becomes aware Becky’s right breast is pressing against his arm. He prays that the stirring in his gym shorts doesn’t grow into a full-fledged boner. After a while, his cock settles into a semi-hard bulge. He decides that it’s a good thing because one of the articles he read suggests women can get turned on when a man gets an erection in their presence. Especially if they think they caused the erection.

There is a hot love scene taking place on the TV and Logan notices his Mom’s breathing is more substantial than usual. He uses his peripheral vision to watch her breasts rise and fall. Her nipples poke against the thin fabric of her polo shirt and become very apparent. One of the internet articles he read implied casual touching promoted erotic thoughts when a woman is in an apparent state of arousal. He is convinced her heavy breathing and erect nipples is ample proof that she is in a state of arousal. Logan cunningly places his right hand on his Mom’s left thigh just above her knee. She immediately puts her hand on his hand, gives it a gentle squeeze, and holds it in place. Logan feels his cock twitch and his bulge growing.

Moments later, he feels a rush of confidence and tries to move his hand a bit further up his Mom’s thigh, but she holds his hand firmly in place. She never takes her eyes off the TV screen and doesn’t give any indication she thinks Logan’s hand is out of place on her thigh. Logan’s cock is uncomfortably hard and needs to be adjusted, but his Mom continues to hold his hand firmly in place on her thigh.

There is a commercial break in the movie, and Becky pauses the movie to see if anyone needs a break. Logan rushes to the downstairs bathroom to relieve the pressure building in his balls. When Logan returns to the family room some ten or fifteen minutes later, Becky and his Mom have changed into their sleeping attire and are back on the sofa. Becky is wearing her usual long cotton t-shirt and probably a pair of cotton panties. His Mom has on her white thigh length terrycloth robe. Logan squeezes between the two women then Becky resumes the movie and returns to her cuddle position next to Logan. She naively presses her braless tit against his arm and repositions her head on his shoulder. Logan takes immediate notice of her breast against his arm and wonders if she did it innocently or to tease him. His hormones have him so confused he can’t separate fact from fantasy.

Mom takes a similar position as Becky on Logan’s right and lays her head on his shoulder. Her braless left breast is resting against Logan’s right arm. He can feel himself getting hard again. He makes a quick adjustment then casually places his hand on his Mom’s thigh. This time she appears as though she doesn’t notice the placement of his hand and concentrates on the movie. After what he thinks is a reasonable pause, he furtively advances his hand up her thigh a couple of inches. She doesn’t react at all to his slight encroachment. Logan’s heart is beating so loud he is afraid everyone in the room can hear. He inches his hand a bit further. She emits a low, almost inaudible moan and snuggles closer to Logan.

“Oh my God, she is going to let me work my hand all the way up to her pussy,” Logan thinks to himself. The exhilaration he experiences at that moment is almost overwhelming. He feels like he is not going to be able to take his next breath. He becomes light-headed and feels as if he may pass out.

Logan glances around the room and everyone, including his Mom, appear to be glued to a love scene taking place on the TV screen. He makes a bold decision and moves his hand the final few inches and touches her wet panties with the side of his hand. She stiffens as she gasps and quickly places her hand on his hand, holding it firmly against her wet vagina. She pauses a few seconds that seem more like minutes. He is almost sure she is going to leave his hand resting against her panty covered pussy, but then she moves his hand to own his lap. She lovingly pats the back of his hand and gives him a quick peck on the cheek and goes back to watching the movie as if nothing had happened.

Logan is drowning in his embarrassment, and as soon as the movie ends, he retreats without explanation to his room and strips naked for bed. He crawls under the sheets and holds his right hand to his nose. He can smell his Mom’s wetness on his hand. It only takes a few strokes on his swollen cock to gain relief. He cleans up the mess and then dozes off into a restful slumber. 

Logan awakens to the smell of bacon cooking. He is hungry but decides to lay in bed a bit longer and savor the fact that he had actually touched his Mom’s vagina. It was covered by her panties, but none the less he did get to touch her in her most private place. He wonders if she is mad at him and also wonders how he is going to face her at breakfast. He’s just before masturbating again when there is a knock on his door.

“Come in.”

His Dad pokes his head in and says, “I was just getting ready to leave on a sales trip to Nashville, but I want to have a quick word with you before I leave.”

“Sure, Dad, what’s on your mind?”

Jim sits on the edge of the bed and says, “I watched you out of the corner of my eye last night as you cunningly worked your hand up your Mom’s thigh and judging by the expression on her face, I believe you successfully made contact with your intended goal.”

“Oh shit, Dad. Was I that obvious?”

“No, not at all. It was so skillfully done I don’t believe anyone else in the room was aware of what was happening. I’m proud of you and feel more than confident you can keep your Mom’s mind off of other men who may try to take advantage of her horny moments while I am away.”

“Thanks, Dad, I’ll try not to let you down. By the way, how long are you going to be gone?”

“I know what you are concerned about, Son. Your 20th birthday is in a couple of weeks, but I will be back in time to celebrate it in grand style.” 

“Thanks, Dad, I’m looking forward to the party we are going to have.”

Jim leaves for his two-week sales trip to Nashville, and Logan reluctantly ventures downstairs to face his Mom. He doesn’t know for sure what kind of mood she may be in since his brazen move the previous night. Mom has her back to the kitchen table when Logan enters the room and is cooking scrambled eggs. He doesn’t know what to expect from her and is hesitant to approach her with his usual hug. Instead, he takes a seat at the table next to Becky and says over his shoulder, “Good morning, Mom.”

“What? Are you too lazy to give your Mom a hug,” she says over her shoulder as she continues preparing breakfast?”

Logan rises from his chair and moves guardedly toward his Mom. He has an enormous morning woody and is careful not to let it poke her in the butt as he caresses her around her waist and plants a kiss on her neck.

“Now that’s more like it,” she replies. “I was beginning to think you were mad at me.”

When Logan returns to the table, Becky locks her eyes on the tent in his boxer shorts and squawks, “My God, Logan. That movie last night must’ve caused you to have a really hot dream.”

“Shut the fuck up, Becky,” he growls.

Mom doesn’t even have to turn around and look to know Becky is talking about. It’s like she has eyes in the back of her head. Still facing away from the table, she says, “Leave your brother alone, Becky. It’s perfectly normal for a teenage boy his age to have an erection first thing in the morning.”

“Geez, Mom! Can’t a guy have a little privacy around here,” Logan embarrassingly groans?

******

Logan is pulled away from his favorite porn site by the sound of laughter and giggling coming from the swimming pool in the backyard. He looks down from his bedroom window and sees his Mom and Sister playfully splashing around in the swimming pool. His Mom is wearing a bright yellow bikini that barely covers her essential parts. Becky is wearing an identical style bikini that is light blue with white polka dots. It’s difficult to tell the two women apart because of their similar builds. Both are approximately 5′ 8″, 120+ pounds, and long blond hair worn in high ponytails. When they chase each other, their 36C breasts bounce and jiggle to the point of almost escaping their bikini tops. Logan slowly strokes his seven inches, which are protruding through the slit in his boxers and envisions his Mom on her knee, taking his cock down her throat. He almost orgasms at the thought.

Lucy sees her son watching from his bedroom window and motions for him to come down and join them. By the time Logan joins them, both girls are lying face down on their sun lounges soaking up the rays. Becky unhooks her bikini top and allows it to fall away from her back. She holds up the sunscreen and says, “Logan, will you rub lotion on my back, please?”

Logan kneels between the two sun lounges and smears a generous amount of sunscreen on Becky’s back and legs. He is cautious to keep the promise made to his Dad and does not touch any areas that would likely be considered inappropriate.

When he stands up, his Mom looks over her shoulder, unhooks her bikini top and says, “Be a sweetheart, honey and put some sunscreen on your Mom’s back.”

Logan eagerly sits on the edge of her sun lounger and squirts lotion in his hands. He takes his time and studies the best place to begin. He starts at her shoulders and neck, then moves to her sides and guardedly caresses the bulge of her breasts. She rises off the lounger just enough for him to encompass more of her breasts but not enough for him to reach her taut nipples. He makes a couple unsuccessful attempts to reach her nipples then gives up and returns to her lower back. After thoroughly covering her back, he cautiously slips his right hand under her bikini bottom and caresses first one cheek then the other. His Mom doesn’t object until he slides a finger between her crack and presses on her anal opening; so much for moving slow. She slaps his hand away and says, “Logan, honey, behave yourself!”

“Sorry, Mom. I got carried away.”

“Don’t forget my legs and feet, Honey.”

Logan starts with her right leg and massages sunscreen into her calf muscle and then moves to her right foot. He covers her foot, top, and bottom before working his way back up her leg to her thigh. He covers the back of her thigh, then the outer part of her thigh before cautiously moving to the fleshy part of her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider, giving him ample space to work in that area. Logan takes that as tacit approval to explore and brushes the back of his hand against her bikini covered vagina.

His Mom flinches and gasps, “Be careful where you place your hands, Honey.”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Logan moves to her left leg and repeats the process. He takes his time and lovingly massages her left foot, her calf and then on to her left thigh. His cock is so hard it is painful. His Mom coos and mewls each time he moves close to her vagina. She is giving mixed signals to her son. Lucy raises her butt slightly up into the air as if to ask him to touch it. He takes a couple of cautious moves and lets the back of his hand drag across the area where her anus and vagina meet. She shudders a bit but doesn’t say anything, so Logan does it a couple of more times and still no objection. He gets braver and moves his hand to her Venus mound and cups it lightly with his palm and waits for her reaction. Lucy does nothing until he presses his middle finger against her clit. She takes a deep breath and stiffens. Seconds tick off, but they seem like minutes. He can feel her obviously pressing her vagina against the palm of his hand. She suddenly bolts upright, covers her breasts with a towel, and says, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Logan watches as his Mom rushes through the patio door and disappears into the house. The tent in his bathing suit leaves no doubt that he has a throbbing erection. Becky studies his prominent bulge a minute, then raises up on her elbows and says, “I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan directs his attention to his younger Sister, whose breasts are blatantly dangling with hard nipples for him to see. Time stands still for a moment like he is in a trance. Without taking his eyes off her tits, he asks, “What the hell are you going to tell Daddy?”

“That you were feeling Mom up and rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottom.”

“Fuck you, Becky,” Logan says as he storms toward the house.

Becky likes that her big brother’s eyes had been glued to her naked tits. She feels a stirring in her groin that sends chills throughout her whole body. She feels a need to rush to her bedroom and take care of the itch that is causing her entire body to tingle.

Logan’s Mom fingers herself through three magnificent orgasms before sliding down the tile wall of the shower. She sits there, letting the water cascade over her body as she admonishes herself for having such lewd thoughts about her teenage son. She knows what he wants from her and chides herself for wanting to give in to his lustful pursuit.

*****

Two days before Logan’s birthday, his cell phone rings. It’s his Dad. Logan expects its lousy news because his Dad never calls him while traveling on business. Logan reluctantly hits the answer button and says, “Good morning Dad. What’s this unexpected call about? I hope it’s not bad news.”

“I just wanted to call with an early Happy Birthday wish.”

“Does that mean you are not going to make it back home in time to be with me on my birthday day?”

Jim hesitates a moment then says, “Well you are partially right, Logan. I won’t make it home in time for your birthday day, but I am making arrangements for you and your Mom and Becky to come to Nashville where the four of us will celebrate your 20th birthday in grand style.”

Logan pauses a moment then skeptically says, “Okay, I’m listening. What’s the plan?”

“I’ll check with the hotel to see if I can get a couple of rooms for you and your sister, and your Mom will room with me. I thought the whole family would enjoy a day at ‘Opryland’ followed by a big Birthday Day dinner at an expensive restaurant.”

“Wow…that sounds great, Dad. Have you told Mom yet?”

“No. I wanted to run it by you first and make sure you wanted that kind of celebration.”

“Well, I’ll hang up now and let you call her on the house phone and get everything set up.”

Logan gives his Mom and Dad about fifteen minutes to complete their phone conversation and then heads downstairs. He finds his Mom with her back to the door, wiping down the breakfast table. She is still wearing her terrycloth robe. Logan tiptoes behind her, put his arms around her waist, and gives her a big hug. She stands up straight and affectionately leans back into his arms. He presses his morning woody against her butt and moves his right hand up to her left breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. She quickly wiggles free of his grasp and turns to face him. He is baffled by the shock on her face.

“Logan Honey, I know what you are trying to do, and I can tell you right now that’s not going to happen.”

Logan has a bewildered expression on his face and takes a step forward to embrace his Mom, but she puts her hand on his chest and holds him at bay. 

“It’s perfectly normal for a young teenage boy your age to fantasize about having sex with his Mom, but I can assure you it is ONLY a fantasy and will not happen.”

“But Mom….” He wants to tell her that his Dad approves, but his better judgment tells him that would not be wise. 

“No buts, Honey. It’s a fact of life, and you are not the only teenage boy to feel a sexual attraction to his Mom”, she calmly explains. “I am truly, truly flattered that you are attracted to me in that manner but feel I may have misled you by allowing you to touch me without objecting. When your hands strayed the other day while applying sunscreen to my body, I should have put a stop to it right then, but I didn’t. It was wrong of me, and I am sorry, but Moms aren’t allowed to do things like that with their Sons. It’s called incest, and it is against the law.”

Logan steps back, exasperatingly points at his hard cock which is fighting to spring free from his boxer shorts and pleadingly asks, “And just what am I supposed to do with this, Mom?”

Lucy can genuinely feel her Son’s pain because, at that moment, she too wants to retreat to the nearest bedroom with her son and fuck like a couple rabbits. She is highly aroused and sexually frustrated by everything that has taken place over the past week and feels she needs to cum just as badly as he does.

“There is nothing wrong with masturbating until you get relief,” she sweetly smiles. “Now would you like to go to the bathroom and take care of that problem while I prepare you a nice breakfast?”

Logan reaches out, pulls her into his arms and plants a kiss on her lips. Her mouth is open because of her shock and Logan shoves his in her mouth and begins to explore. She struggles for a moment then relaxes, puts her hand behind his head, pulls him closer, and returns his kiss. Their tongues dance and wrestle like two young lovers. Logan presses his hard cock to her belly, and she pushes back with equal force. Logan then takes her right hand and places it on his cock. She squeezes it through his boxers and gently strokes it up and down.

Then as though someone had flipped a switch, she breaks free of his embrace and hurriedly retreats to her bedroom. Logan pours himself a cup of coffee and sits down at the table. He slowly sips his coffee and congratulates himself on his progress. Thirty minutes later, Logan hears the front door open and close. He walks into the front room in time to see his Mom drive away in the family car. He turns to find Becky standing behind him.

“I’m going to tell Daddy.”

Logan lets out a dismal grunt and storms out of the room. He spends the rest of the day in his room surfing porno sites and napping. Around five thirty, Logan smells terrific aromas coming from the kitchen. He pulls on a pair of gym shorts and ventures down to see what’s cooking. Becky is setting the table, and his Mom is preparing dinner. His Mom smiles and says, “I cooked your favorite; spaghetti and meatballs.”

It’s as if the kiss he and his Mom shared never happened. The usual family banter around the dinner table is nothing out of the ordinary. Logan begins to think he dreamed it all.

“Becky and I are going to the Mall tomorrow to buy some things for our trip to Nashville. Do you want to come along, Honey?”

Logan doesn’t answer. He looks first at his Mom and then to Becky. He wonders how they can act as if the incident never happened.

“Can I take that as a yes, Honey?”

Logan nods his head, yes.

*****

The drive to Nashville takes approximately four hours. Logan and his Mom take turns driving while Becky sits in the back seat reading her Glamour Magazine and Teen VOGUE. They arrive at the hotel around dinner time and find Dad waiting for them in the lobby. After a round of hugs and kisses, Dad instructs a bellhop the take their luggage to the rooms, then he hustles everyone into the dining room for dinner.

Jim and Lucy have wine with their dinner; Logan and Becky settle for ice tea but prefer wine. The conversation around the table is lively with everyone excited about the pending day at ‘Opryland.’ After dinner, Becky and her Mom enjoy a chocolate dessert while Logan and his Dad go to the concierge desk to get confirmation and tickets for the next day’s activities. Jim uses that occasion to talk to Logan about his seduction progress with his Mom and their hotel accommodations.

He pulls his Son to one side and asks, “How is the seduction of your Mom going?”

“Not as well as we had hoped,” Logan groans. “The other morning after your call, she told me outright that she knew what I was trying to do and said it was not going to happen.”

“Tell me exactly what happened.”

“Well…about fifteen minutes after your phone conversation with her the other morning, I headed downstairs and found Mom with her back to the door wiping down the breakfast table. She was still wearing her robe. I tiptoed behind her, put my arms around her waist, and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the neck. She stood upright and leaned back into my arms as if we were lovers. I assumed by that reaction she was amenable to more taking place. So, I took that as an approval to do more and pressed my morning woody against her butt and moved my right hand up to her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. And then without warning, everything changed. She quickly wiggled free of my grasp and turned to face me. She had this shocked expression on her face and acted as if I had just committed a cardinal sin or something. Then she firmly said, “I know what you are trying to do, Honey and I can tell you right now with certainty that it’s not going happen. Moms are not allowed to have sex with their Son.”

“What did you say?”

“I tried to talk to her, but she told me to go masturbate and get rid of my erection while she prepared my breakfast.”

“Okay…don’t let a little setback like that prevent you from continuing with our plan”, his Dad says as he slaps him on the back. “She knows what you want, and I am betting she wants the same thing.”

“She didn’t act like someone who wanted the same thing.”

“I know, but she didn’t outright say NO or STOP. When a woman says NO or STOP, it’s over and you back away. However, if she says something like, “We shouldn’t do this, or this is not right, or I’m your Mother, we can’t.” Or words to that effect she is not telling you to stop. She is more or less saying she wants the same thing but feels she should be on record as objecting.”

“So, how do I proceed from here, Dad?”

“I’ll just have to get her so horny on this trip that she will be begging you to fuck her.”

“And how do you propose to do that?”

“Well, it’s been almost two weeks since we last had sex and I’m willing to bet she is just about ready to fuck my brains out. Now all I need to do is find a way to avoid having sex with her for the next two night and send her back home feeling hornier than when she got here. However, I have to be careful not to leave the impression I am getting sex elsewhere. That could lead to an even bigger problem.”

“Or it could get her aroused enough she will be even more conducive to my sexual overtures,” Logan counters.

“I don’t know. I think I need to give this a little more thought. I can probably avoid sex with your Mom tonight by drinking more wine and pretend to fall asleep while she is in the shower”, Jim grins, “but I will need to come up with something else tomorrow night.”

“Tomorrow night you can pretend to be too tire for sex after our long day at ‘Opryland,'” Logan suggests.

“That might work, but I still need to give it more thought. I’m thinking I may need to lick your Mom’s pussy to tomorrow night until she is ready to cum and then pretend to fall asleep before her orgasm happens. That will have her so horny you could probably fuck her in the hotel lobby. You all will leave for home early the next morning and hopefully she will ready to accept any sexual overture you make. I will follow a day or two later after I make my last sales call and will expect to hear about your success.”

“I hope you don’t make her so horny she can’t help me with the drive home,” Logan laughs.

“She may become a bit fidgety, but she should be able to drive home. My concern is that my first night at home, she will be crawling all over me if you haven’t been successful. If that’s the case, I may not be able to resist.”

“Where does that leave me if you give in to her?”

“I don’t think I will give in because I intend to have sex again with that hot little nurse, I told you about. If you haven’t successfully seduced your Mom by the time, I get home, then I intend to bring your Mom to the point of orgasm several times before pretending to fall asleep once again. That should do it. She will be so frustrated she won’t be able to sleep and will go downstairs to use her vibrator. That’s when you happen upon the scene and give her the relief she will so dearly need.”

“What if she still resists my advances?”

“At that point, I don’t think she will resist, but if she does just be firm with her and proceed as long as she doesn’t give you an emphatic NO. She will more than likely want to have sex so badly nothing will stand in the way of you reaching your goal, but she may still want it to appear like the decision was taken out of her hands. That way, she won’t feel as guilty.”

“Dad, how did you get to be so wise about sex?”

“It took years of observation and lots of trial and error,” his Dad brags.

“Oh, by the way, I fail to mention that I kissed Mom on the lips and she returned my kiss with a passionate kiss that I felt deep in my balls,” Logan grins.

“Shit, Logan! If she kissed you back, then you’re golden. It’s just a matter of time before the two of you are in bed together. Just be patient and keep doing what you have been doing.”

Jim pats his Son on the back, and Logan’s smile broadens across his face.

“Which brings me to another matter,” Jim adds. “I was only able to book one additional room because a convention has this hotel fully booked. I am going to rely on you to keep your promise not to try and take advantage of your Sister.”

“Only one room?” Logan is astounded. “Dad, are you telling me that Becky and I will have to share a hotel room together? That’s asking a hell of a lot of me, and I am not too sure Becky will agree to give up her privacy”, Logan groans. “Surely there are some other arrangements that can be made.”

“The only other thing we can do is book you a room at another hotel, and I am not so sure your Mom will go along with that arrangement. And another thing I haven’t mentioned is that not only will you and Becky be sharing a room, but you will also be sharing the same bed because they only had a King Room with one king-size bed.”

“Daaaddd, I’m as horny as a dog with two dicks, and now you want me to sleep in the same bed with my sexy Sister who you and I both admitted we want to fuck. I won’t even be able to get enough privacy to jack-off. What the hell am I going to do with my erections? I’m more than sure that I will have a perpetual erection the whole time.”

“Just bottle all that sexual energy and save it for your Mom. With both of you being equally deprived of sexual relief for the next few nights, it will motivate the two of you to find relief with each other.”

Everyone is surprised when Becky doesn’t create a fuss when she learns that she and her brother will be sharing a room. She doesn’t even blink an eye when it is also revealed they will be sharing the same bed. In fact, she seems to be a bit excited. Jim gives Logan a stern look that silently reminds him of his promise not to take advantage of his little Sister.

Becky takes her shower first and emerges from the bathroom wearing her usual sleeping attire; a long cotton t-shirt that comes down to mid-thigh, no bra and maybe or maybe not a pair of panties. Logan has no way of knowing for sure. Logan takes his time with his hot shower and ardently strokes his cock through three orgasms while thinking about eating his Mom’s pussy and fucking her into unconsciousness. He wants to be sure there are no sexual urges left in him when he crawls into bed with his Sister. He has every intention of keeping his promise to his Dad and not show the least bit of lust toward his Sister.

When Logan comes out of the bathroom, he is wearing his usual sleeping attire; boxer shorts and no shirt. Becky is in the middle of the bed with her back against the headboard watching a romance movie. Logan joins her on the bed and leans his back against the headboard. She immediately assumes her usual cuddle position alongside him. She links her arm around his arm and lays her head on his shoulder. Everything is fine until Logan feels his cock getting hard. The three orgasms apparently weren’t enough to suppress his desires for his Sister. He glances at Becky to see if she has noticed his growing bulge. Her eyes are locked on a love scene taking place on the TV screen. Logan stealthy positions a pillow over his increasing hardness.

“Did I cause that, or maybe you’re still thinking about fucking Mom?” Becky casually asks while keeping her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Becky, give it a rest. I’ve told you a dozen times I am not trying to have sex with our Mom.”

“Yeah…if you say so.”

“Well, I do say so…so drop it and enjoy your movie.”

They go back to watching TV, but there is tension in the room. They both become fidgety. Logan is aware of Becky glancing every few minutes at the pillow covering his lap, and it is making his cock that much harder. Becky breaks the strained silence when she says, “Can I feel it?”

“Can you feel what?”

“That hard cock you are trying to hide under the pillow.”

“Damn it, Becky. No, you cannot touch my cock. You are my Sister, and that would be incest”, he snaps. “And no, I am not trying to fuck our Mom because that too would be incest!” 

“Then why are you always putting your hands all over her body all the time?”

“I give her a hug every once in a while, and an occasional kiss on the neck to show her I love her and appreciate her.”

“You also squeeze her tits and rub your hard cock against her butt.”

“I do not! For God’s sake, Becky, get control of your dirty mind.”

There is another long silent pause, then Becky asks, “Do you love me?” 

“Of course, I do. You’re my little Sister.”

“Do you appreciate me?”

“Absolutely! You’re my little Sister.”

There is another long pause, and then Becky asks, “Why don’t you hug me and squeeze my tits every once in a while?”

Logan loses his patience and growls, “I don’t want to discuss this nonsense anymore, Becky. Turn off the fucking TV and let’s go to sleep.” He turns away and covers himself with the top sheet. “And from his moment on, I don’t want to hear another word about Mom and me and what you may or may not be thinking is going on between us.”

Becky turns the TV and the lights off then turn away from her brother. She covers herself with the top sheet and says, “Good night, Logan. I love you.”

Logan only grunts then falls asleep. Becky waits until she is sure he is sound asleep and then fingers herself to a fantastic orgasm.

The day at ‘Opryland’ is enjoyable but tiring for all. The birthday dinner is a huge success, and everyone returns to the hotel totally exhausted. There is no need for Jim to fake falling to sleep. Lucy is asleep before he finishes his shower and comes to bed. Becky and Logan both fall into a deep slumber as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

The trip home from Nashville is uneventful. Their first night home everyone is tired and fall into their usual routines. Logan joins his Mom and his Sister in the family room to watch a movie. Halfway through the movie, the phone rings. It’s Dad and Lucy takes the call in the kitchen. When she returns, her eyes are red, and it is apparent, she has been crying.

“What’s wrong Mom,” Becky asks?

“That was your Dad. He has to go to Louisville on business and won’t be home for another week,” she sobs.

Becky and Logan give their Mom a group hug and console her. After a few minutes of solace, Lucy excuses herself and retires for the evening. Logan and Becky finish watching their movie and then both go to bed. Logan tosses and turns for over an hour. He knows his Mom is hurting but doesn’t know if he should go to her bedroom to further console her. He feels it will be an excellent opportunity to move forward with his planned seduction. The decision is taken out of his hands when he hears his Mom’s bedroom door open, and she tip-toes downstairs. Logan waits five minutes then follows her down.

Logan finds his Mom sitting on the sofa in the dark family room. A night light casts a shadow across the room, and Logan can see her chest rise and fall as she quietly sobs. Logan joins her on the sofa, takes her into his strong arms, and asks, “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“I think your Dad may be seeing someone else,” she sobs into his chest.

“Why do you think that Mom?”

“Because he hardly touched me when we were I Nashville.”

“That doesn’t mean he is seeing someone else.”

“Yes, it does,” she insists. “Normally, he can’t keep his hands off me, but in Nashville, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid having sex with me.”

Logan holds her tightly to his chest and tenderly rubs his hand up and down her back. Her heart is obviously aching, and Logan is tempted to confess the plan he and his Dad had concocted. After giving it a bit more thought, he determines that may make matters even worse. They both rest their chin on each other’s shoulder. Logan kisses her tenderly on the neck then follows his Dad’s suggestion and moves up to nibble on her earlobe. He feels a shiver pass through her, and she pulls him closer.

Logan removes his chin from her shoulder and places his index finger under her chin, tilting her head up where he can gaze into her eyes. Mom’s eyes are wet with tears and red from the crying. Logan thinks he reads all the signals that she wants to be kissed. He decides to test his intuition and leans forward. She closes her eyes, parts her lips, and accepts his kiss. Soon their tongues are fighting for position. Lucy sucks his tongue deep into her mouth, and Logan’s hand intuitively slides inside her robe. She has nothing on under the robe, and he caresses her warm breast while tweaking her nipple.

Lucy lets the robe slide off her shoulders and lays back on the sofa, pulling Logan with her. His porn site training kicks in and he sucks first one hard nipple into his mouth and then switches to her other nipple. She places her hand on his head and pushes him down, guiding him to where she needs him the most. He can smell her arousal as he descends toward her Venus mound. He is pleased by the site of her well-manicured, yet very hairy pussy. She has luscious full pussy lips and a large clit that begs for him to suck it.

Logan removes his boxers, moves further down the sofa, placing his face between her thighs. He spreads the lips of her vagina and blows gently on her opening. He had seen that on a porn site and was eager to try it on his Mom. Just like on the porn site, her clit pushes out from under its protective hood. He begins kissing her inner thighs, listening to her moans and mewls as he switches from one thigh to the other. He moves back to her pussy where he runs his tongue over her wet lips. His Mom lets out a deep guttural groan, and then he feels her hands on his head again; guiding him to all the places, she needs attention. He begins licking her hot labia, listening to her moans of pleasure as he continues running his tongue up and down her pussy. He parts her folds and lets her juices flow down onto his tongue. He finds himself vigorously tongue fucking his Mom as she begins gyrating on the sofa and pulling his hair with her fingers. He is so glad he had watched those porn sites. He wants his Mom to think of him as a worthy sex partner; not just her horny teenage Son.

Logan works his tongue deep into her pussy as she thrusts her hips upward before he moves up and takes her clit into his mouth. As he begins sucking her clit, he works a couple of fingers deep into her pussy, finding just how tight it is. That’s another little trick he learned on the porn site. He begins to alternate between licking and sucking her clit, as she becomes more and more impassioned. It isn’t long before she is thrusting her pussy hard against his face as the first of many orgasms wash over her. 

Next, his Mom pulls him up, kissing him and licking her cum from his face. He doesn’t ask for her approval and slips his seven-inch cock into her pussy as she gasps and wraps her legs tightly around his waist. After his first few thrusts, she places her heels under his ass cheeks and tells him to fuck her good and hard. He begins to feel sorry for his Mom because she is one hell of a hot woman and doesn’t always have a man around to make love to her the way she deserved; when she needs it. He starts thrusting his seven-inch cock deep into her pussy as she grunts and takes it all.

He can feel the lust and genuine enthusiasm coming from her as he fucks her in the manner he’d always dreamed of. Every once in a while, she stiffens and uses her heels to pull him deeper into her. She shudders and shakes for a moment and then relaxes. It concerns him, and he asks her if he is hurting her, but she assures him that he is not. She tells him that was her having an orgasm. He asks her to warn him before each orgasm, so he will know what is coming.

The way her pussy keeps tightening, gripping his cock, and the enthusiasm of her thrusts is absolutely incredible. He mentions how great her pussy feels squeezing his cock, and she whispers that it is her pussy’s way of thanking him for fucking it so well. Over the next twenty minutes, he hammers his cock into his Mom’s pussy, fucking her in every position she suggests. Some of the positions she suggests he hadn’t even seen on the porn site, but he enjoyed them just the same.

She orgasms at least two more times before he finally reaches his point of no return. However, he can feel his balls tighten, and tingle as his orgasm finally begins to bubble up. He fights like hell to stop his explosion for his Mom to have one more orgasm, but it isn’t necessary to delay it because she starts cumming at the same time as he does. She screams as his hot sperm bursts into her spasming pussy.

“Oh my God, Logan, Honey! I’m cumminnnggg! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Logan is afraid she will wake up Becky with her screams as he fills her sucking, clenching pussy with all he has in him. He tries to muffle her cries by shoving his tongue in her mouth as her scrunching pussy sucks the final drops from his balls. When they finally come down from their orgasmic high, his Mom can’t thank him enough for making love to her. He assures her that he will always be there any time she has a sexual need that requires his attention.

“Thank you so much, Sweetie, you have no idea how much that means to me,” his Mom breathlessly whispers.

They spoon quietly on the sofa while Logan holds his semi-flaccid cock against her rear-end and gently strokes one of her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“I have to admit I look forward to doing this with you many more times,” his Mom confides. “However, it’s critical we never let your Dad or your Sister know we did this.”

“Your secret is safe with me, Mom.” he solemnly promises.

Becky sits quietly on the dark stairway with her fingers buried deep in her pussy while she plots a way to get her big brother into her bed.

Behind the Church Shed by Squirrelboy

Introduction:

This is a rewrite of an older story of mine by the same name. The ending has been substantially altered. Please let me know how you like it and why; comments are always appreciated. As I’m a male writing from a female’s point of view I’m especially interested in hearing how women feel about the story.It was a calm, autumn Saturday morning, mostly overcast. Melinda was in her kitchen, washing the dishes, happy for some quiet time away from her husband, Matt, who would be at work until at least sundown. The window looked out toward a large field and the parking lot of the local church.

When the boy came into view, she didn’t think anything of it. Kids came to the church building often, usually to play basketball or to skateboard in the parking lot. She and her husband taught Sunday School to a few of them every week. Melinda would never admit it to anyone, especially not her husband, but one of the things she enjoyed most about teaching was the attention the boys in class showed her. At 27, she wasn’t THAT much older than them, after all, and their raging hormones couldn’t help but admire her.

Melinda was short, had dark, shoulder length hair, and a bust just full enough to contribute to an hourglass figure. She’d never wear anything more revealing than a knee length skirt at church, but that didn’t stop the boys from staring. Once, she and her husband had hosted a pizza party for the kids they taught and she’d decided to have a little bit of extra fun by wearing the tiniest pair of sweat shorts she owned. She thought that her husband would object, but he didn’t even seem to notice… unlike the boys. There were a lot of wide eyes that night.

As the boy out the window walked down the church parking lot, she realized that she knew him. His name was Brian, and he was one of the least popular kids in the congregation; a total geek, with glasses and a very thin build. Melinda had always felt a little bad for him and tended to go out of her way to make him feel important and cared for, since he seemed to not have many friends. Unlike the boy’s peers, Melinda saw that, behind his shyness and slightly nerdy bearing, Brian was actually quite attractive. And once you opened him up, he’d talk to you as freely as anyone else.

She wondered what Brian was doing at the church on a Saturday, all alone. He certainly wasn’t one to play basketball or go skateboarding. And why did he look so nervous? He kept looking around as if to reassure himself that no one was watching. Eventually, he reached the back lawn and made his way to a shed in which the church housed lawn equipment and other random items. He began to scope out the area. Shrugging, Melinda concentrated on her dishes once more, glancing toward Brian every couple of seconds, intrigued.

He took one last furtive glance around and started unbuckling his belt.

Blinking, Melinda put down a glass and reached for a towel. The church doors must be locked, and the poor kid needed a place to use the bathroom. She walked around to the French doors that led to the balcony and walked out, still drying her hands. Her mouth was opening to shout that he could use her bathroom, but the words froze in her mouth. Brian stood behind the shed, completely unaware that she was watching him, pants around his knees. His tidy whiteys were bright in the cloudy light.

And they had a very noticeable bulge in them.

Putting a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Melinda decided to let this play out. Besides, she reasoned, cluing him in on her presence would probably make him more embarrassed than peeing his pants. As reasonable as this was, she couldn’t come up with a good justification as to why she was still watching, but she didn’t leave.

Hand still pressed to her lips, Melinda watched as Brian slowly pulled down his underwear, his penis springing free. Her eyebrows rose; the kid had a stiff boner. She’d seen her husband try to pee with one of those once and had asked him about it. It was evidently not much fun.

Feeling a bit guilty now, Melinda couldn’t help but compare Brian’s penis to Matt’s. Her husband’s dick was much fuller than this kid’s, and probably a little longer, but the teen in front of her must have been extremely horny, because she’d never seen a dick so hard. It gave her a perfect view of his balls beneath, lightly covered in hair.

For a while, Brian just stood there, as if letting his genitals soak in the autumnal air. Tentatively, the boy wrapped a hand around his shaft and started to stroke up and down.

Eyes bulging out of her head, Melinda realized that Brian wasn’t there to pee. He was there to jack off.

She watched, entranced, as his pumping became more pronounced. Both of them had their mouths open the slightest amount.

“That horny little bastard,” she whispered, giggling a little again and blinking several times in succession. Almost as if he could hear her words, Brian looked around. Melinda took a step back and almost went inside, but the kid still didn’t see her. Turning away from her, he bent over and shoved his pants all the way down to his ankles, giving her a perfect view of his butt, balls dangling between his legs. It was a nice rear end, if thin, and she felt herself biting her lip.

“I really shouldn’t be watching this,” Melinda said to herself, but she didn’t take her eyes away from the scene in front of her. No sane, straight woman would have the willpower to look away from THIS. Brian dropped down and laid in the grass, belly first, and started humping the ground, butt in the air. If Melinda hadn’t been so hypnotized by it all, she would have been slightly disgusted, but as things stood, she found the scene… well… “cute,” was the only word she could think of. Maybe even “endearing.” His dark hair waved a bit in the wind as he turned over onto his back, stroking his member yet again, this time much faster than before. It was difficult to tell from this distance, but she thought his eyes were closed. His entire body was tensed up, little muscles bulging from his arms, legs and abs.

Dish towel still in hand, Melinda leaned forward, putting her elbows on the deck railing, hardly blinking. Eventually Brian stood again and started rubbing the tip of his dick gently against the bricks of the shed. Melinda raised an eyebrow, wondering if that hurt. It was then that she realized her left hand was cupping her right breast, thumb slowly rubbing against her nipple. Since it was a Saturday, she hadn’t bothered with a bra, and only wore a pair of panties, slippers, sweat pants and a tee-shirt. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she’d taken 30 minutes before.

Forcing herself to remember that this kid was quite a bit younger than her, and that she was a married woman, she firmly removed her hand from her breast. Brian walked, penguin style due to the pants around his ankles, toward the other side of the shed, but Melinda never found out what he was about to do next.

The revving of an engine made both her and Brian jump, and she looked toward the entrance of the church parking lot, where a truck drove toward the back of the building. Melinda looked back to Brian, strangely afraid that he was going to get caught by someone other than her, and saw him pumping his penis with all his might. But as the truck came closer, he quickly reached down and pulled up his underwear and pants in one fluid motion. Adjusting his glasses, he nonchalantly walked out from behind the shed, somewhat in her direction.

Did he cum?

Folding her arms, she found the question important for some reason. Melinda had been on the receiving end of interrupted orgasms before and knew how agonizing it could be. The truck swung wide and made a loop around the church, leaving the parking lot through another exit. Brian hesitated for a moment, obviously wondering if he should go back and continue the fun, but the truck must have spooked him, because he kept going.

“Are you satisfied?”

The words came out of her mouth before she knew she was going to say them, quite loud enough for the poor boy to hear. To his credit he didn’t jump, but he did look up toward her and she saw his face grow slack as realization must have hit him that she’d seen what he had been doing. Still, he kept his cool, merely shrugging and walking away.

“You idiot,” Melinda whispered to herself. “You’re going to scar the kid for life.”

She opened her mouth to apologize, but realized that the kid was pretty much speed walking, far out of hearing distance unless she yelled. Even if she did, he’d probably just start running or something.

Making up her mind in an instant, she bolted through the kitchen doors, put on some slippers, and went to the front entrance, opening it and stepping out into the chilly air. She knew where Brian lived and thought she could cut him off if he hadn’t started running when leaving her sight. She was walking quickly past an old man with his dog, her arms crossed against the slight breeze, before she remembered again that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Blushing furiously, she avoided looking at the man and kept walking, raising her crossed arms a bit to cover where her nipples poked out of the tee-shirt.

What was she doing? What in the world would she do if she did catch Brian? Tell him, “sorry I saw you wanking your wiener?” Or maybe, “I don’t know why I asked if you were satisfied?”

These and similar thoughts crossed Melinda’s mind as she walked, but she hadn’t come up with any answers before rounding a corner and nearly running into the Brian.

This time he did jump and so did she. Melinda put a hand to her mouth and let out a little, startled squeak. Brian simply walked backward, eyes bulging.

Putting her hands out in what she hoped was a reassuring way, Melinda opened her mouth to speak, but her eyes happened upon the front of Brian’s tented pants. Instead of words, nervous giggles came out of Melinda’s mouth as she remembered the kid’s pumping hand. Without letting herself think about it, she stepped forward and folded her arms around the stunned kid, still laughing.

“Oh, Brian, it’s okay, it’s okay,” she said, patting his back. Melinda was yet again forcibly reminded that she wasn’t fully clothed when she felt her nipples brush against the boy’s chest. Determined to not make the contact sexual, she stepped back, face hot, but in a mask of teacherly guidance. Brian looked down, face a deep red, obviously still thinking he was in really, really big trouble.

“Seriously, Brian, it’s okay. I’m not going to get you in trouble.” He glanced up halfway to her face, eyes halting on the form of her nipples under her shirt, but then fell back down. Melinda thought he might have a heart attack, his face was so maroon.

Quickly crossing her arms over her breasts, she went on, voice soothing.

“Are your parents expecting you to be home?” He shook his head. “Then come on over to my house and I’ll give you some water, okay? Seriously, you’re not in trouble. But I WOULD like to talk with you about this a bit.” She waited a moment. “Okay?”

Finally, he looked up to her eyes and slowly nodded. They started to walk.

“I’m sorry.” Brian’s words were low, almost inaudible even though Melinda was only a foot away.

“Brian, there is absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” she said, sighing. She thought of putting a comforting hand on his arm, but remembered the no bra thing in time. “Seriously… what you were doing is perfectly normal. It’s just… out in the open is probably not the best place to be doing it.”

He hung his head again, and Melinda berated herself mentally. She wasn’t doing a very good job of comforting him.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at this,” she said, sighing. “You kind of startled me, that’s all. I wasn’t expecting to see you down there, doing that, when I woke up this morning.” He was still silent, so she decided to go a different direction. Smiling coyly, she gently elbowed him on the arm, looking at him from the corner of her eye. “Besides, you REALLY don’t have anything to be ashamed about.”

He still looked mortified, but a small grin appeared on his lips.

“THERE’S that smile,” she said, giggling as they went up the stairs to her house. She opened the door and he followed her inside.

“Go ahead and sit down on the couch and I’ll get you some water, okay? It looks like you need to cool down.” As Melinda headed to the kitchen to get the drink, Brian spoke.

“I really am sorry. It’s just sometimes I can’t help myself, you know? Well, I guess YOU wouldn’t know, but….”

Melinda’s brow furled as he trailed off and she laughed, grabbing a cup out of the cupboard and filling it with water from the fridge.

“Brian, you know EVERYONE does that sometimes. Even girls.” Walking into the room again, carrying the water in her left hand, Melinda winked at Brian, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Even me. Sometimes.”

He was sitting on the couch, back straight, making the package in his pants extremely evident, and she found it hard to look away from, remembering the member when naked. Melinda swallowed. She was extremely turned on. Brian’s eyes were on her chest, no doubt feasting on the view of the erect nipples beneath her tee-shirt. He was DEFINITELY turned on, of course.

All of these things converged to the following accident.

When Brian reached out to take the cup of water, neither of them were paying attention, and his fingers knocked it out of her hand, making the thing spill all over her left leg and the carpet.

Gasping from the cold, Melinda jumped back. She and Brian both started laughing, and she bent down to get the cup. So did he. Their heads met with a low crack and they both laughed harder as she fell on her butt, right in the wet carpet.

Head throbbing a little, Melinda realized she was staring at the boy’s crotch again, laughing hysterically. Brian was also laughing, staring directly at her bouncing chest. She didn’t really care. The laughter was good for them both; it let the tension out of the room a bit. Slowly, Melinda stood, holding the cup with one hand and rubbing water from her eyes with the other.

“I’m going to go change my pants. Then I’ll get you more water.”

She turned around and went up the stairs, realizing that Brian had a great view of her wet butt. The sweatpants clung to her skin. It turned her on a little more.

Reaching her room, Melinda decided to leave the door open as she changed. Brian couldn’t see anything from that angle, but it still thrilled her for some reason. Sliding down her pants, a thought crossed her mind and butterflies filled her stomach. Her panties were also wet, and not all on her bottom. A small patch of darkness spread across the crotch. She stared at it for a while, trying to convince herself NOT to do what her body so desperately wanted her to do.

Slowly, she slid down her panties, too, as her body won the internal battle, grabbing her tiny sweat shorts and putting them on with nothing underneath. Melinda wished that she’d shaved her entire lower body this morning while showering, instead of just her legs; her beaver was slightly unruly, although the hair wasn’t nearly long enough to stick out of her shorts, thank goodness.

Cup in hand, she exited her room and let herself bounce down the stairs.

Brian’s eyes widened a bit when he saw her, but he didn’t say anything. As she passed, Melinda noticed that the boy hadn’t adjusted his penis. It still created a painful looking lump in his pants. They were silent as she filled up the glass again and brought it to him.

“Eyes on the cup,” she said, giggling, and Brian’s eyes went from her thighs to the water.

After he took a sip, she sat down on the recliner across from him, legs up against her chest. It had been a while since she’d seriously flirted with anyone, and she knew that she was probably doing this like a club to the head, but she was so horny she couldn’t be very subtle. Of course, the idea was to make him think she was covering her breasts with her legs while giving him a great view of her camel toe. Maybe even a peek of pussy lip or hair, if the shorts rode up high enough.

As expected, Brian’s eyes locked on her crotch and he froze in mid drink. But obviously thinking the display was unintentional, he tried to act casual.

“How long have you been doing that?” Melinda asked, motioning her head toward the direction of the church shed.

“I’ve never done it there before,” Brian answered, and Melinda was happy to find that their earlier laughter had done a lot in easing the boy’s tension.

“Well, I probably would have seen you if you had,” she said, giggling. “I mean… how long have you been, you know… masturbating?”

He blushed. “A couple of years now. I played with myself a little before that, but, yeah….”

“Well, it really IS okay.” Melinda adjusted herself, spreading her legs briefly and closing them again, feeling her shorts digs further up into her crotch. “I know it feels SO good and relieves tension. Plus, for guys it gets rid of… fluid. So, really, it’s a win win win. But why are you doing it outside, for Pete’s sake?”

They laughed for a few seconds, and he dropped his eyes from her privates to the floor.

“Well, a couple of months ago I was in my house… you know… without clothes, just relaxing, when I saw these two girls across the street looking at me. I kind of freaked out and ran away, up the stairs, but when I looked outside, they were gone. So I knelt up on a table to look around more and all a sudden I saw them waving at me, in the window across the street, giving me thumbs up.”

Melinda raised her eyebrows and Brian glanced at her pussy again. It was starting to tingle and she thought that her shorts might be getting damp.

“Well, they obviously wanted to see me, so I stayed. Then they showed me their…” he swallowed, looking briefly toward her leg-covered breasts “…their chests. And I … couldn’t help myself. I started to… to do that, and went all over the window. I kind of just ran away.”

He swallowed again and looked up into her eyes. “Ever since then I’ve been wanting to do it ALL the time. I’ve been doing it in more and more dangerous places, because of the thrill, you know? But you’re the first person to catch me. I really am sorry.”

Melinda smiled coyly. “Again, don’t be sorry. It really didn’t upset me. I actually thought it was kind of… cute. And you’re very handsome, you know.”

Brian blushed even more furiously than before.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked after a moment of silence, pointing to the mound in his pants.

“Yeah, kinda,” he mumbled.

“You can adjust it, you know.”

“But it… it sticks up out of my pants a little.”

“No one who sees will mind. Besides, your shirt will cover it.”

“Oh.” He stuck his hands down his pants and fished around for a second. When he brought it back out, the lump was markedly smaller, although longer. His shirt did indeed hide whatever might be otherwise visible.

“Is it really long enough to come out of your pants?” Melinda asked, heart speeding up.

“Yeah.”

Knowing that everything she had done up to this point could be explained away, Melinda took a deep breath and said, “I don’t believe you! It can’t still be that hard. Lift up your shirt.”

Brian stared into her eyes for a moment before grinning shyly and lifting up his shirt. Indeed, about a half an inch of penis head stuck up out of his pants, although that probably wouldn’t have been the case if he’d been standing up.

Melinda leaned back in her chair and giggled for a minute, Brian joining her as he dropped his shirt back down.

“So you never answered my first question,” Melinda said after another few moments of awkward silence.

“Which one?”

“Were you satisfied?”

Her mouth went dry as he pondered what to say. She wondered if the kid was scared, since she was his Sunday School teacher, but he had already opened up quite a bit to her, far more than she would have opened up to someone like her at his age.

“No, that truck scared me away,” Brian finally responded.

“Well, that thing probably isn’t going to go down until you finish, you know,” she said, pointing at his penis. He nodded. “And I REALLY wouldn’t recommend walking home like that.”

Melinda and Brian both giggled again. Here goes nothing, she thought.

“You can finish here. If you want.”

“Like… in the bathroom?”

He looked at her pussy again.

She shrugged, folding her legs under her and putting her hands on her knees. The teen’s eyes went from her now spread legs, to her hard nipples, to her face. Melinda looked down briefly. Her wet crotch had created a small front-wedgy.

“Anywhere you’d like,” she answered.

Brian swallowed and Melinda smiled shakily. Her heart went into overtime.

For a long while, the kid just stared at her, straight in the eyes, and she stared back. Neither of them blinked. Slowly, like he was about to pet a cobra, Brian reached his hand down and raised his shirt up, once again revealing the tip of his penis. He kept the shirt up with his left hand and awkwardly pulled down his pants and underwear with his right.

Melinda, breathing hard, stared at the young, circumcised penis in front of her. Although there was a hint of veins throbbing under the skin, the member was smoother than any other hard penis she’d seen. The thin hair on his tight ball sack was dark brown and no longer than an inch. When Brian bent over to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles, a small bead of pre-cum squeezed out of the tip of his penis.

I can’t believe this is happening, Melinda thought, thumbs rubbing her legs nervously.

Holding his shirt up with one hand, Brian grabbed his shaft with the other.

“Are… are you sure about this? I… might make a mess.”

“Don’t move,” Melinda said, bouncing up from her chair and virtually running the short distance to her kitchen. She grabbed a handful of napkins and rushed back into the living room, holding them out to Brian and feasting on the view of his young dick, even though it was mostly covered by his hand. He’d really not moved, just as instructed.

He took the napkins with the hand that had been holding his shirt, letting the fabric fall over his privates. Melinda sat in her previous position, while Brian tried to figure out a way to hold his shirt up, hold his dick, and hold the napkins all at the same time. Letting out an exasperated grunt, he eventually just whipped the shirt off over his head, revealing a hairless, skinny chest with small nipples.

Now mostly naked, Brian looked back at Melinda. He was shivering.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” he replied, “Just… nervous, I guess?”

“Nothing to be afraid of. I’ve already seen this, remember? Just enjoy yourself. Close your eyes if you need to.”

He nodded and took a rattling breath, but he didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he continued to stare at Melinda. The fact that he was looking at her eyes instead of her breasts or crotch served only to heighten Melinda’s sexual tension, and she was tempted to just rip off her clothes and fuck the kid right there on the couch. But, no, that would be going too far.

Swallowing, Brian finally began to stroke his penis up and down. More pre-cum oozed out of him, drizzling down his shaft and onto his hand, lubricating. Melinda watched, faint from the blood rushing through her veins. His skin moved up and down slightly, and as the pumping became more pronounced it would momentarily cover the penis head completely, only to reveal it completely again, glistening with clear liquid.

Her hands itched to find her clit, but that would also be going too far. She’d have to be satisfied with keeping these images in her head, so she could relive them once Brian had left. What she wouldn’t give to have her phone on hand to record this.

Brian’s mouth parted, and his eyes strayed down to Melinda’s body, his jacking off speeding up even more. His butt muscles were causing his hips to thrust forward, getting into rhythm with his hand.

He’s not going to last long, Melinda thought.

And that’s when the doorbell rang.

Squeaking, Melinda jumped up off her chair, intent on telling whoever was at the door to go away. She bolted toward the door, only partially conscious of the fact that her nipples were pointing out of her shirt and that the crotch of her shorts were almost dripping wet.

Opening the door a crack, Melinda was about to say, “Not interested!” but the words died on her lips.

A girl the same age as Brian stood on the doorstep, brunette hair pulled back into a small ponytail. She wore grungy clothes that hid any curves she might have. It was Bailey. Melinda knew her from church; the girl was in the same class as Brian.

“Oh, crap,” Melinda said, her voice shaking. “Hi Bailey, I totally forgot that you were coming.”

“Is… is now not a good time?” the girl asked, and Melinda became conscious of gasping sounds coming from the couch behind her. Bailey tried to look past her teacher, obviously wondering what that sound was.

Blocking the doorway with her body as much as possible, and causing her left breast to squish out of the door, Melinda shook her head. “No. No, it’s fine. The lawn mower is in the garage. The code is just 4123. I really appreciate your help, Bailey. Thanks!”

And she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, and trying to forget Bailey’s stunned expression, she turned around. The poor girl had gotten quite the look at the shape of her teacher’s left nipple.

Hearing Bailey open the garage door, Melinda blinked, trying to take in the scene in front of her. Brian, still mostly naked, sat on the couch, leaning back with eyes closed, breathing hard. His right hand was wrapped around the shaft of his penis, and a great deal of white cum covered his fingers. Some still leaked out of the tip, but his orgasm was obviously complete; the kid was in quite the afterglow.

She had missed his orgasm.

The napkins in Brian’s other hand were squished, but completely clean.

Mouth open, Melinda traced her eyes over a string of cum that ran in a straight line from Brian’s pants, across her blue carpet, and onto the small coffee table a couple feet away from the couch.

“Oh crap,” Brian gasped, and she saw him noticing his mess. “I totally forgot about the napkins. I… I’m so sorry, Melinda!”

She shrugged, still stunned, and noticed that, with the release of his sexual tension, Brian seemed extremely embarrassed. He looked from the cum on her carpet and table to the cum on his pants and underwear, face red.

Melinda couldn’t care less about the mess. She had missed Brian’s orgasm! She was so horny that it was almost impossible to think clearly.

“You can’t go home like that,” she said softly, and he shook his head in agreement. “How about you go upstairs and clean off in the bathroom. Leave your dirty clothes here. I’ll throw them in the washer and we’ll get them clean. You sure you’re not going to be expected at home?”

“Yeah, no one will be there until tonight.”And Brian carefully began to remove his socks, shoes, pants and underwear.

Melinda watched in silence for a while, still standing in the same place, unable to believe that this had just happened in her living room. The smell of sex registered to her brain. Her tingling pussy wanted to be rubbed so bad that her legs twitched, making walking a dangerous aspect.

“I’d take you home, but the car isn’t here.” Matt had it, but she didn’t want to say her husband’s name to Brian right now. Melinda also didn’t mention that Brian’s home was within walking distance. “I’ll make us some lunch while the clothes are washing. And… after I clean up… that.” She pointed.

“Okay.”

Grabbing his shirt, Brian stood up, softening penis wobbling back and forth. He walked halfway across the room before turning around and catching Melinda in the act of looking at his young butt.

“I… don’t have any pants?”

“I’ll get you something,” Melinda said, tearing her eyes away from Brian’s penis.

He nodded and made his way up the stairs, butt cheeks flexing.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out, Melinda swallowed, throat dry. Without Brian in the room, she felt confident enough to walk, so she moved toward the kitchen, trying to think of where her cleaners were. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. Remembering the cum on her coffee table, she also grabbed some hard-surface cleaner.

Standing, she went back to the living room and stared at the mess for a little longer before kneeling. The smell of cum was still strong.

There was CUM on the carpet of her living room. The cum of a guy who hardly needed to shave every week, let alone every day. How hot was that? 

Melinda looked toward the stairs, hearing the water run as Brian cleaned up. She figured he wouldn’t come down within the next few seconds. Before she could convince herself not to, Melinda put a finger on her coffee table and swiped up some drying cum. The finger went into her mouth.

It had been years since she’d tasted cum. Matt typically stayed with the traditional “it all goes in the vagina” idea. Their first few months of marriage had been different, but that seemed a very long time ago.

Closing her eyes, Melinda twirled her tongue around her finger and swallowed. The water upstairs turned off and she quickly pulled her finger out of her mouth, squirting cleaner onto the mess.

Getting the cum off the table was easy, although she’d have to get rid of a splattered People magazine. The carpet was another story. It took several minutes of scrubbing before the only evidence of the erotic moment was a patch of wetness.

While she cleaned, Brian came down the stairs, quiet. His shirt was long enough that it covered his penis completely, but he walked gingerly, obviously afraid that he might flash her. As if he hadn’t just done that and much more. Melinda thought he might sit down on the couch or a chair, but he simply stood there, watching her clean.

Not that she blamed him. She was on her knees, scrubbing a floor, after all. Her shirt didn’t allow for any revealing cleavage, but her free breasts wobbled substantially as she worked, and her butt, barely covered by her tiny shorts, stuck out into the air.

Conscious of the kid watching her, Melinda exaggerated her movements and raised her rear end even higher.

Mess clean, Melinda stood and, smiling sweetly at Brian—he smiled weakly back—she deposited the cleaning material back into the kitchen and went upstairs to find something for the kid to wear.

Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. He wouldn’t appreciate being put into girl clothes, even if they would fit him better than anything Matt owned. Settling for some sweat pants with a draw string, Melinda went downstairs and proffered the pants to Brian, who now sat on the couch, legs together, actually twiddling his thumbs.

He took the pants and put them on, still seated. In the instant that Brian lifted his legs to slip on the pants, Melinda caught a glimpse of his soft penis. Only about three inches long, Melinda couldn’t help but note how… adorable it was. What would it feel like to have that thing in her mouth, growing into the hard dick she’d seen earlier?

Shaking the thought from her head, Melinda set about washing Brian’s clothes and fixing a couple sandwiches. The sound of Bailey mowing the lawn filtered into the house, but all else was quiet. She and Brian didn’t talk until Melinda was about halfway done eating her sandwich.

“You really don’t need to be embarrassed,” she said. He’d hardly looked at her since cumming.

I hope this hasn’t scarred him for life, Melinda thought.

“Okay,” was his only response.

Thinking frantically how she could put Brian’s mind at ease, Melinda ate. Her body conflicted with her mind. She wanted him to feel better, but she also really, really wanted to have her own orgasm. She almost NEEDED it.

Maybe she could do both?

Melinda took a deep breath, steeling herself.

“So, do you want to watch something with me while your clothes get ready?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, they were in the living room. They sat on the large, plush couch opposite of her laptop, which was placed on the coffee table in front of them. Brian sat as far away from Melinda as possible, still not looking at her. She wondered briefly if Brian was still embarrassed or just didn’t want to be caught ogling. Melinda’s nipples had softened and no longer poked out of her shirt, but the shape of her breasts was quite visible. Her tiny shorts had pushed up, revealing the entirety of her legs… and the still-damp spot on her crotch.

Melinda made no move to cover up. And instead of opening her laptop, she asked a question, heart speeding up again at the thought of what she was about to do.

“So do you have a girlfriend?”

Glancing at her with an “are you crazy?” look, Brian shook his head. “No one would go out with me.”

“I would,” Melinda said, putting her hand on his leg.

“You’re… taken.”

Feeling him tense at her touch, she scooted closer. “Yeah, but if I WASN’T taken, I’d totally go out with you.”

“I’m way younger than you.”

He squirmed a little at her proximity, but didn’t try to move farther away. Melinda took this as a good sign.

“Age is just a number, right? Besides, I’m not THAT old.”

He gaped at her. “I… I didn’t mean you were OLD.”

She laughed and punched him lightly on the shoulder, scooting yet closer. “I’m just giving you a hard time, silly.” After a few moments of silence, she smiled slyly at him and continued. “So, you like older women?”

“I… I guess? I just like girls in general, I think.”

“What kind of girls, though? Blonde, brunette, ginger, black hair?” He looked back at her with an “I don’t know?” expression. “No hair??”

He smiled a little, and it warmed Melinda’s heart. She was getting through to him.

“I like longer hair, I guess. And any color, really, as long as she’s pretty.” Brian blushed. “Sorry, that sounds way shallow.”

“Not at all. We’re talking about PHYSICAL attraction right now, nothing more.” She brushed her dark, shoulder-length hair back from where it had fallen in front of her face.

Smiling again, Melinda licked her lips and turned toward the coffee table, opening her laptop and unlocking it with her password. After opening Google, she considered what she was going to search for. Finally, she settled on “Hot girl with long hair.”

Navigating to the images section of the search engine, Melinda chuckled.

“Now THAT is a lot of beauty,” she said, glancing over to Brian. The kid stared at the screen, features blank. None of the girls were showing much skin, but it was obvious that he was a bit overwhelmed. “If you could choose any one of these girls to be your girlfriend, which one would you choose?”

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. But he also looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, nudging him with her elbow. “Which one do you think is the hottest?”

Brian looked back at the screen, furrowing his brow and absently rubbing his knees. Swallowing, he pointed at the screen and simply said, “Her.”

The girl in question was young, with long, blonde, curly hair. She smiled sweetly at the camera, her green eyes mischievous.

“She’s not very… busty,” Melinda said. “But she’s definitely hot in that ‘girl next door’ sort of way. Let’s see here….”

She thought for a moment and then typed, “young girl with long blonde hair and small boobs.”

Melinda heard Brian’s breath catch and she looked over at the stunned kid, smiling.

Her search filter was off, meaning that mature images wouldn’t be blocked; several of the women on the screen were topless or fully nude.

Brian squirmed, not blinking. His hand hovered toward his crotch as if magnetized; he obviously had experience with porn and knew what to do with his penis while looking at it. But Brian must have remembered that he was with company and brought his hand down onto his leg. It looked like this decision was almost physically painful.

Melinda bit her lip to stop from laughing. Not that she had any room to judge Brian; she was super horny too. It wasn’t the naked girls that turned Melinda on, even though most of them were gorgeous. It was that she was sharing these photos with a kid who was obviously turned on by them. Her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“So which of THESE do you like best?”

He didn’t look at her. Instead, Brian leaned forward, shaking, obviously trying to cover the tent that was forming in his pants. He licked his lips. Eventually, he pointed.

“But this girl is the only one with brown hair!” Melinda said with fake exasperation. “I thought you liked blondes!”

He chuckled nervously and widened his eyes when Melinda clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The woman was again young, and her breasts were quite small, but there the resemblance to his last ***********ion ended. She looked at the camera with dark brown eyes, a stunned smile on her lips, cheeks red either from excitement or embarrassment. Her stiff nipples were light in color, and she had one hand covering her crotch, the other palm out toward the camera. The girl was outside somewhere, maybe at a park. She was obviously streaking.

“So now you’re into brunettes?” Melinda asked after several seconds had passed. Brian hadn’t blinked.

“Well, yeah, I… I guess. I told you, I’m not that picky about hair color.”

“Hmm,” Melinda said, tapping her finger to her lips absently. She typed several different things into the search engine, but nothing was coming up with two naked girls, one with blonde hair and one with brown. Many of the images showed couples, both straight and lesbian, having sex. The sight of hot, naked men served to turn Melinda on further.

Finally, out of frustration, Melinda typed, “lots of naked girls.”

Brian’s eyes widened even further as images flooded the screen. Many of the groups of women were naturalists, several were shots of parties turned orgies, and some were just shots of multiple porn stars. All sorts of girls were represented. Most were at least pretty, of course, and large breasts were common. Some were in the process of a sex act, either with another woman or with a man, or sometimes even both at the same time.

Melinda’s leg shook. Her mouth was dry. She watched Brian squirm, her eyes lingering on his crotch when he looked over to her; let him see her seeing him.

“So it looks like multiple girls are a turn on for you,” Melinda said, smirking. “Which picture do you like best?”

Brian immediately pointed at a group of showering girls. Melinda suspected that this was professional pornography meant to look like it was amateur. The girls were all nude, of course, and all stunningly beautiful, their hair and bodies wet. One girl rubbed the small breasts of another playfully while their other three friends watched, laughing.

“Okay, showers,” Melinda muttered and typed “lots of girls taking a shower together.”

When the screen loaded, Melinda was surprised that most of the photos she saw were stills of the same video. Eight girls were showering together, and it looked like the event ended with a lesbian orgy. Brian’s hand once again hovered toward his now-hard penis and this time didn’t stop. He stuck the hand down his pants and stayed down there a little too long to just be a simple adjustment.

“Well,” Melinda said, cheerfully. “I think we found what we’re going to watch! Come on.”

They made their way toward the family room, where a 70’ screen television dominated the west wall. A window showed bushes and the same parking lot and shed where the day’s events had started.

“Give me just a minute,” Melinda said, glancing down at Brian’s tented pants. Fingers shaking a bit, she set up the TV to stream from her computer, found the full video of the eight girls showering together, and pushed the play icon.

“Sit,” she said as the video began, sound a little louder than Melinda was usually comfortable with. Brian sat on the large white couch opposite of the TV and Melinda sat next to him.

The video started with the eight girls undressing in a locker room and as the girls began showering Melinda spoke to Brian.

“You know, it’s okay if you want to masturbate again.”

He looked at her, eyes still wide. She shrugged.

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you do it before.”

Nodding slowly, Brian stared at the screen, probably wondering if his Sunday School teacher was crazy. Melinda wondered that too. She very rarely looked at porn and had NEVER watched it with someone else, not even her husband. Now here she was trying to coerce a kid to jack off in front of her while they watched eight girls playing with each other’s boobs. This was certainly out of character for her.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Melinda’s eyes were mostly on Brian while the video continued; the girls were hot, but she wasn’t a lesbian and there was a living, breathing male sitting right next to her, no doubt hornier than he’d ever been in his relatively short life. His will broke as the girls on the screen began comparing pussies. Half were completely bald; the other half had some hair but not much.

Brian put his hand inside his pants (really her HUSBAND’S pants; the thought turned Melinda on even more) and began rubbing himself. After a few seconds of this, Melinda spoke.

“I’d really rather not have you get those pants dirty.”

He looked over to her and got the hint.

Hands trembling, Brian stood and shoved the pants down to his ankles, kicking them off. He followed this by taking off his shirt.

Naked, Brian sat down next to Melinda. His hand stroked his dick up and down. His eyes alternated between the screen and Melinda. He was having a hard time breathing.

But he had also orgasmed recently. As hard as his penis was, Melinda still couldn’t see any pre-cum. This might take some time, she thought.

The video progressed to some oral sex between the girls, but Melinda concentrated on Brian’s little head; she wasn’t going to miss another orgasm from this kid. Not after orchestrating this little show. And not while she was so horny.

An eternity passed before a bead of pre-cum finally leaked out of the tiny hole at the tip of Brian’s penis. Melinda was a lot closer to him than the last time she’d watched him jack off, and she nearly came just looking at his hand smear the liquid all over his member. Moans of ecstasy came from the TV, but Melinda didn’t even glance toward it.

Her hands moved. I guess I’VE lost control, too, she thought, as her shirt came up over her head. Brian’s eyes flew from the screen to the woman sitting next to him. Melinda watched him looking at her topless figure. Both of their mouths were slightly open to gain enough air for their gasping lungs. Her full breasts were covered in tiny goose bumps, and the nipples were completely erect; more erect, in fact, than Melinda had ever recalled them being. They were so hard that they hurt.

Her damp shorts came off. And they were both naked, staring at each other.

Melinda became even hotter when she realized that Brian had basically forgotten the eight girls on the screen. He was looking at HER. She was older than the porn stars, not quite as pretty, with breasts that sagged a bit. She had a small, but noticeable, bulge around her stomach where her lack of exercise showed. Her legs weren’t as shapely as she’d like them to be. And her pussy had a mat of dark hair on it.

But he was looking at HER.

Moaning, Melinda began to rub her wet clitoris and, somewhat belatedly, said, “Do you mind if I do this too?”

Brian shook his head, kept staring at her, and kept yanking off. His penis was red and glistening.

She lasted longer than she expected to. Right hand rubbing vigorously at her pussy and left hand pinching a nipple, Melinda felt an orgasm approaching. Turned on as much as she was, she knew there was no stopping it. At that moment she might have been able to cum without moving a muscle. But masturbating in front of Brian made things even better, and she reveled in it.

Glancing to Brian’s young face, Melinda’s first orgasm hit. He was looking at her pussy when it began to flutter, and his hand stopped pumping for a moment while he watched her orgasm. In the distance, Melinda heard other girls having orgasms on the screen, but her eyes remained locked onto Brian’s penis, its tip fully visible now that Brian was just holding its base. It pulsed.

The orgasm intensified and she let out a groan. It continued to escalate, her vision tunneling, seeing only the penis of her Sunday School student, and she wondered idly if she might pass out. Screaming, she pulled into the other side of her orgasm, vision returning to relative normal as a wave of afterglow struck her body.

Her sensations became hyper aware. She noticed that Brian was sweating a bit, could smell his sweat mingling with the scent of her orgasm. Another girl began to have an orgasm on the TV; she ignored it. Most sensitive, though, was her skin.

Melinda’s leg had become pressed up next to Brian’s, a result of her spreading her legs a few seconds earlier; his hair tickled her smooth thigh. The fabric of the soft couch cradled her rear end, feeling like a cloud. And her fingers on her pussy created aftershock upon aftershock, making her body quiver everywhere. The hand on her breast quickly joined the one at her crotch as her body decided that it wasn’t over with its moment of pleasure quite yet.

“Holy shit!” Melinda blurted out as her hands rubbed vigorously. Two of her fingers found their way into her hole and her left hand began pumping into and out of her, her right hand still concentrating on her clit.

“HOLY SHIT!” This time she screamed it. Another orgasm swept through her body, this one not quite as intense as the first, but much longer. Each second seemed like an hour as her muscles spasmed out of control. She flopped like a fish on the couch, each brush against Brian’s leg causing her to shake more.

Brian was jacking off again, mouth opened almost comically wide.

“Napkin?” was all he could manage to say. This, the look on his face, and the purple pulsing of his penis, all clued Melinda in. He was about to cum.

There were no napkins on hand; they had left them on the living room table, right next to the soiled People magazine. Even if a napkin had been in her fist, Melinda wouldn’t have used it.

Dropping clumsily to the floor, still coming down from the high of her previous orgasm, Melinda turned to face Brian. Batting the kid’s hands away, she took his penis into her right hand and began stroking it firmly. Her left hand was at her pussy, rubbing.

Movement caught her eye. She had a large mirror across from the window, something of an heirloom, with swirly designs around its edges. It reflected the bushes right outside.

And it reflected the wide brown eyes and white face of Bailey, watching in wonder has her Sunday School teacher began jacking off one of her friends. 

The girl’s young hand was pressed up against her mouth; it was Bailey moving her hand that had caught Melinda’s eye. The girl was obviously trying to hide, peeping between two of the bushes. It was also obvious that she had an amazing view of the couch, but if it weren’t for the mirror, Melinda probably would have never seen Bailey spying on them.

In her orgasm-rattled mind, Melinda couldn’t decide what to do about the situation, so her body continued doing what it wanted; pleasuring the boy in front of her and pleasuring herself. Whatever Bailey was going to do about this, she was going to do. And letting the girl know that she’d been caught spying might be worse than just letting her peep.

Using this somewhat skewed logic, Melinda redoubled her efforts. Brian let out a wordless moan and thrust his hips forward violently. Melinda scooted as close to him as she could, hands still working. Her breasts now hung directly below the boy’s dick, warm pre-cum splattering against her sensitive flesh as she jacked Brian off. She felt his inner thigh muscles constricting against the sides of her breasts as the kid tried to delay his orgasm.

He did rather well, for a kid his age. After a few seconds, a long stream of semen spurted out of Brian’s dick, just after she had forcefully bent it down toward her breasts. He let out a long moan as another round spurted onto Melinda’s flesh.

She held onto his dick as the fluid stuck to her chest. The rest of Brian’s orgasm ended up on her hand. Melinda slowly stroked the boy up and down, lovingly milking him.

Her left hand still idly rubbed her pussy, and she felt another, smaller surge approaching. Melinda glanced over to the mirror and saw that, yes, Bailey was still there, watching, her hand still to her mouth.

The voyeurism sent Melinda over the edge.

This final orgasm was weaker but far longer than even the second one. It burned inside of her as she held onto Brian’s softening penis. Melinda closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, resting her head on the boy’s left knee.

Melinda opened her eyes. Brian was either asleep or in a stupendous after glow, chest slowly going up and down, mouth open. A quick check showed that Bailey was gone. Wondering how much time had passed, Melinda took her cum-covered hand away from Brian’s soft penis. The TV was silent; the video had ended at some point.

Standing shakily, Melinda stared in awe at Brian’s naked form. Had she really just done that? Now that her pussy had been satisfied (three times over), the full import of her actions began to crash down into her mind. She had cheated on her husband. With Brian, one of her Sunday School students. And Bailey had watched.

Waiting for the feelings of dread and guilt to hit her, Melinda moved toward Brian, trying to keep her eyes off of that adorable dick. He opened his eyes without prompting.

“Are… are you okay?” Melinda asked somewhat timidly, conscious of her naked body, covered in sweat and cum. She wasn’t sure if that was the correct question to ask in this situation, but it was all she could think of.

Brian nodded and smiled a little. When he whispered, “that was awesome,” Melinda’s heart leapt to her throat and all negative feelings disappeared. Maybe what she had done was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t feel bad about it.

It took some time for them to get cleaned up. They took turns showering as Brian’s clothes were being dried. After he dressed, they small talked for a while, almost like they hadn’t just had the wildest event of their lives… up to this point, at least.

As the sun slipped toward the horizon, Brian said he had to go. The only indication that anything had happened between them was a slight knowing smile on each of their faces and a small peck on the cheek from Melinda.

“Be careful out there,” Melinda said as Brian walked out the door. “And I’ll see you in Sunday School tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” he said, his smile widening. “I’ll see you then.”

Eye For An Eye (Kiss Of The Blackwidow)

I awaken to gunfire outside my phone ringing off the hook. It’s my captain he tells me to get my ass to midtown there were reports of shots fired and 16 cops were dead already. I got up and got dressed as fast as I could grabbing my badge and gun of the coffee table as I left my apartment. I got on the radio and asked if anyone at the scene could tell me how many shooters there were on the scene, this is officer Jim feller, anyone, out there I said. This is officer Tonya Miller, do you copy the voice said. Yes, this is Jim feller can you tell me how many people are hurt or killed I asked? Sixteen cops are dead, and multiple people injured down here, Jim Tonya said. I’m in route to you. I heard gunshots ring out; Tonya are you OK I asked? I could hear her scream I knew then she was hit by gunfire. Jim she radios we need you down here now we’re in a crossfire situation we can’t even see where the shooters are, but they’re picking us off one by one Tonya told me. Then Tonya told me one thing I wasn’t going to like that one thing was. Jim, I see your wife and kid here coming out of the store they are in the crossfire Jim Tonya said I stomped the gas to try and get there, but as I was about to run through a red light two huge trucks blocked me, and they were blocking my route. What the hell I said get out of the way you assholes I screamed out my driver side window. Tonya radios me again where the hell are you I’m a little tied up in traffic right now, but I’m five minutes from you I said. Arriving on the scene before I could get out of the truck. I saw Tonya trying to get my family over near her but as they were running across the street three to four bullets hit Tonya at the same time one in the head the chest and the face and one in her throat. As I was about to run and grabbed my wife and Son, a black van with no tags on it stopped. Two men pull them into the van, and they were gone. As I was running back to the truck to follow them Out of nowhere, a blunt object hit me in the face. Before I passed out, a voice asked me. Do you know what’s about to happen here at your police station where you work? Trying my hardest to speak, I could not, but the person that hit me with the blunt object placed a video player in front of me and said watch this. Right before I passed out, I watched each, and every one of my co-workers get shot like bogs. The voice in the video asked me Mr. Feller Where’s my money and my drugs he asked. Your government did a bust in Mexico fifteen years ago you were there they took twenty billion in money and one hundred billion in drugs. I want it back now, or lots more police and military personnel will die in cold blood. The voice said. I passed out right after that. When I woke up sometime later with dead bodies all around me, my face busted up pretty bad. I cried when I thought about how that voice on that damn video killed everyone I knew and worked with, but how did they get the code to enter the building? Something didn’t sit right with me. They have someone hacking into the computer systems to get these code, but I can’t worry about that now I thought I need to go have my face checked out by a doctor losing massive amounts of blood from my face I pass out behind the wheel of the truck I was driving. I ended up smashing threw a house thank god there was no one at home at the time. The city is in turmoil like never before with the killings of one hundred policemen and women. Some bystanders outside called 911 after they saw me plow right into that fucking house. The doctor stitched me up excellent now. I look just like the Frankenstein monster from the movie. Back at my precinct, there are bodies everywhere the mayor wants some answers as to what happened how did these men get into a code protected door that only our officers had the code to? And just where the hell were you when all this went down, Mayor Winston asked? I was home asleep the captain called me and told me that something was going on in midtown I raced to get there but got stuck in traffic the sons of Bitches took my wife and kid. Did anyone say anything to you, Mayor Winston asked? Yes, this jackass said that our government stole billions from him and that he knew I was in Mexico with our government when the bust went down. How did he know I was there? Someone is playing both sides here, And I will find out who it is Mayor Winston said, and when I do I’m going to see to it that they get the chair for this. Just then more shots rang out over the city Another attack on officers I said, running outside to see if I could pinpoint where the shots were coming from. Two more officers got shot in the head. Get a chopper in the sky now Mayor Winston said the phone rang and that damn voice came on and said we would kill the pilot if you put that chopper in the sky. Do it the mayor said out loud. I see your fucking with me Mayor Winston so now I’m going to fuck with your whole city Mr. Winston Just as the chopper was taking off it blew up in midair I told you not to fuck with me Mr. Winston now your citizens will pay with there blood. Call in the military now we are not going to negotiate with terrorists. O, I know, and that’s why. Just then a bullet came right threw the window hit one of the men that was standing right beside the mayor the bullet just missed Mayor Winston’s head by inches. These assholes are the real deal Mayor I said if we are going to stop them we have got to get smart and fast or there won’t be anyone left to find what he is looking for. I had to sit down while the mayor called for backup. The military will be here shortly. The voice contacted us again if you want a war, Mr. Winston so be it just let me show you what your up against this will end. The phone went silent, and we all stood around, wondering what the hell was going to happen next. Quick bring up the cameras outside the building I said, but they were shot out by whoever entered the building the first time. I thought to myself if I was going to make a statement how would I do it then it hit me everyone out of this build now! What the hell are you going on about Jim Mayor Winston 5ask less talk more running? We all ran as fast as we could to get out of the building just as we were about to reach the door a flash of intense light hit the station blowing it to bits. We all made it outside who the hell are these people Mayor Winston said and how do they have access to weapons we don’t even have. The voice came back on my radio listen up he told me I know where my drugs and money are there being stored at evidence room of the Waynes city military base. And what do you want me to do about that just walk in and ask politely I said? Just as I was about to finish what I was saying the voice interrupted and said I have people that will get you into any part of that base you need to. I asked what’s the names of these people as I tried to see if it was going to trick the voice into giving me a freebie. But not on my life the voice didn’t give up anything at all he did tell me tho to be on the lookout for his next attack and the voice laughed right in my ear you’re not going to be laughing when I find you I said. Temper temper the voice said remember I have your wife and kid so can the shit-talking before they get a bullet to the head the voice said angrily. There’s going to be blood in the streets I thought who blows up a police station kills dozens of hundreds of cops and now wants to break into a military base. I’m going to die I said as I received a call from the mayor saying that the military had arrived and was setting up a post all over the city medical staff were already having a hard time With all the dead bodies in the street from the firefight earlier. The voice contacted me, telling me where to meet his men to get his drugs and money back. The voice said in two hours a green van will pick you up outside the city limits be there, and you will be blindfolded also the voice said before getting off my phone with the voice I asked to give me a sign that my wife and kid were still alive. Just then my phone went off the voice had sent me a live video feed of my family but it wasn’t what I wanted to see. My wife’s legs were spread wide open and getting her pussy pounded on by huge cock she screamed as the went in and out of her ass and pussy crying say she’s sorry I had tears in my eyes as the voice made me watch them tear my wife’s asshole and pussy apart.There was a gun to her head if I turned off the video she would be dead every man in that room had a dick either in my wife’s asshole her pussy or her mouth watching this was hard enough just like watching all my co-workers like dogs. This man was out of control and had to be stopped. But how could we stop a man no one could find there are heavy hitter at play here there’s no way the voice is doing all this on his own I thought I need to find an edge to draw him out or one of his top-ranked people working for him. Where is my son? I asked the boy is fine showing me a video of him made me feel better knowing he’s ok? The next attack came silently, but swiftly the voice called my phone and told me there was a gas mask in the bush next to the welcome sight outside the city limits and that I was to put it on. When the time came for the next attack, I did as the voice asked driving out to the city limits and retrieving the gas mask from the bush then I drove back threw town seeing all these bodies made me sick with fear of what was to come next. Midnight the voice calls and tells me to get out to the city limits and wait for the van. Getting in my car, I drove outside the city limits. The voice said get out turn around and close your eyes if you try anything or open your eyes you will get a bullet to the back of the head the voice said. Counting down from ten when the voice got to one he said go now get to the base. Speeding down the highway, we reached the base in seconds I didn’t hear any personal telling us to take out our identification. What the hell I thought to my self what is going on here? I hear the van door open and someone getting out. Then the gate opened the van drives inside the gate. We quickly get to the area where his drug and money are storage they untie me and tell me to take everything in the room not know the one video camera was still watching me all the others had been disabled so whoever it was could not be seen by anyone. Unblindfolding me, I could see personal staff passed out all around me. Holy shit I thought these guys are good whoever we busted we had no idea they rolled like this after we loaded up the van with the drugs and money I was ordered back inside what’s going on I thought as I couldn’t talk with the gag in my mouth. They walked me back to the cell where the drugs were and locking me inside with a note on the door saying thanks for everything Jim how did they know my name? To be continued  (This is Jim feller don’t miss the next chapter of an eye for an eye kiss of the Blackwidow if you loved this chapter then wait till the next one )

My Daughter’s Sweet Milk by TheHornyWidower

Introduction:

One of my favorite fantasies, first attempt… I hope you enjoy it.Part One

My wife, Amanda and I were sitting on the couch watching some Netflix and finishing some Chinese takeout when I heard a knock at the back door. “What now?” I grumbled as I paused our show and got up to make my way through the house to see who it was. As I entered the kitchen I could see through the window in the door that it was my daughter.

“Hey Jules, what are y…” I started asking as I opened the door for her. As she raised her head, I barely recognized the girl I saw in front of me. Her makeup ran in dark streams down her cheeks, her lower lip was swollen and cracked.

I felt my eyes narrow to dark angry slits as the question I was asking changed into one word, “Shawn?” She managed a small, tired nod and I followed with “Where is he?”

A new voice behind Julie answered that one for her, “Your daughter’s boyfriend is currently in custody, Mr. Jeffries. Can we talk for a few minutes?”

My muscles relaxed a bit as I opened the door the rest of the way. Julie picked up the baby carrier at her feet and came through the door followed by a young female officer. I motioned them into the dining room as I went out into the living room.

Amanda looked up and I said, “You’re not gonna believe this one… Julie’s here, with a cop and busted lip.”

– – –

Julie told us through short bursts how Shawn had come home late from work, drunk and acting like an ass. How he complained about the mess around the house, that there wasn’t anything to eat, that he’d been out freezing his ass off at work all day while Julie just sat around the house doing nothing, and how she obviously sucked at taking care of the baby too because the “damn thing” hadn’t stopped crying since he walked in the door. She had told him if he thought she had it so easy taking care of the baby maybe he should try it tomorrow instead. That was when he smacked her in the face and Cory progressed from crying to screaming. She picked up the baby, ran down the hall and closed herself into the bedroom. Shawn was pounding on the door yelling “Get back out here you lazy bitch! Get out here before I break down this door. If I have to come in there I’m gonna fuckin kill you.” This continued until the police, having been called by someone in one of the joint apartments, came in and hauled him out.

We decided Julie was staying home with us for a few days while we figured out what to do. Julie’s old room was still pretty much the way it always had been, minus some clothes and stuff so she said she just wanted to go get some sleep. Amanda and I returned to the living room but the food and TV we had been enjoying just 15 minutes ago no longer seemed interesting to either of us. We talked for awhile and decided we might as well go to bed as well.

………

I woke up a couple times that night hearing Cory crying but Julie seemed to get him settled and back to sleep pretty quick. I just lay there in the dark thinking of how unfair it all was.

Julie was always a sweet and beautiful girl. Until she dropped out of high school last year she made amazing grades. Her only problem was the taste she had in guys. Shawn was the most recent of three guys who all started off treating her like a queen until they turned out to be complete assholes. He got Julie got pregnant last winter when she was 16, he was 17 and told us how he was going to get a job doing construction with his dad and he wanted to take care of her and their baby. He always impressed us as being responsible and mature, I never imagined things would turn out this way. When he turned 18 he was working for his dad and had a small but decent apartment. By the time Julie should have been starting her senior year she was almost 7 months pregnant and spending most of her time at his place. Now here she was, 17 years old with a baby, back here with her mom and I and her guy in a jail cell.

…….

It’s around 8:30 Saturday morning. I wake up to the sound of pans clattering out in the kitchen. After getting up and voiding my bladder, I wandered out to the kitchen.

“Morning Dad, Mom went to work a little bit ago. Want some eggs?”

I nodded and said, “As long as there’s a huge cup of coffee with ’em.”

She chuckled just a bit and asked, “Cory keep you awake much last night?”

I said it was ok and took my coffee out to the couch. I was happy to get even that small chuckle from her after last night. “She always was a bit of a morning person,” I thought as I started flipping through channels on the TV.

A few minutes later Julie brought in a couple plates full of fried eggs with a couple pieces of toast and sat down across from me at the other end of the couch.

As we ate and made some light conversation I noticed that the swelling seemed to be all but gone from her lip even if you could still see a dark little line of dried blood there and without the mess of makeup she looked pretty much like my daughter again.

She was roughly the same height as Amanda, though considerably skinnier with her mom’s dark hair and eyes that were just a slightly brighter shade of green than my own. She was wearing a thin pair of light blue shorts and matching top with spaghetti straps, clearly all she had here to sleep in last night. I was a bit embarrassed though as I noticed it didn’t quite fit her the same as I remembered because her boobs had gotten so damn big. That shirt was straining to hold em in such a way that I had to try my hardest not to stare at them.

After we finished our breakfast and went through a short list of things we had to get done, Cory woke up and started crying so she left to go take care of him and I got up and cleared dishes. The image of her shirt pulled tight across her breasts like that kept flashing through my mind and I just shook my head silently reminding myself, “That’s your daughter, you nasty old man. Stop that right now.”

I never was good at taking my own advice.

…….

Julie was changing the baby as I walked down the hall to go get dressed. She heard me passing by in the hall and called out, “Hey Dad, when did you want to leave to go pick up my things?”

“I don’t know, maybe half an hour or so?”

“That’d be fine, if I feed Cory before we go he should be ok till around lunchtime.”

Oh yeah, I hadn’t even thought about that yet. “Um, about that, I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure your mom and I don’t have any milk in the fridge. We don’t really drink it often ya know?”

She laughed at that. “In case you didn’t notice, I’ve got that covered,” glancing down slightly in case I missed her meaning. “Shawn wouldn’t hear of buying formula when I could feed a baby for free. Besides, it’s supposed to be better for him anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I hoped she didn’t notice that I blushed a little about the fact that I had indeed noticed the size of her breasts earlier. I said, “Anyway, I’m gonna get ready and I’ll see ya in about half an hour, ok?”

“Sure.”

I went on to my room and started getting out some clothes and went to get a shower. As I stood there under that steaming hot water my mind began to wander.

“She’s right on the other side of that wall right now with those big boobs out in plain sight. If you could just figure out how to get a look at them without it seeming intentional. Yeah, just accidently walk in at the wrong moment, right? I bet her nipples get so hard when they’re being sucked and Oh my God, I can’t remember how long it’s been since I tasted breast milk. Amanda’s was so sweet and just watching her squeeze it out for me was so sexy.” I thought – just as I finished squeezing a different creamy white fluid out of myself. It wasn’t the first time I’d thought about that particular similarity. Maybe that was partially why I’d always been so turned on by it.

“Yeah, well you never thought like that about her though, did you?” I thought angrily to myself.

With that I quickly finished my shower and got dressed.

…….

I took Julie to the apartment and she began collecting clothes and baby supplies to last her about a week. I tried to entertain Cory a bit. At 5 months old he seems to be most fascinated by anything that plays music while various colors of LEDs flash. He eventually fell asleep for a little bit and I started playing around on my phone for a bit. After a bit I decided to message Amanda, “Hey honey. At Julie’s picking up clothes. Should I get anything for tonight while we’re out?”

I noticed I hadn’t heard anything from Julie for a bit so I thought maybe I should see if she needed any help. I didn’t see her in the baby’s room as I passed by, then I seen the bedroom door was cracked open a few inches and I heard a faint sob coming from the other side. I knocked lightly pushing the door open further as I called, “Jules?”

I found her sitting at the foot of her bed with her hands covering her face crying softly. So I just sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders awkwardly. Hell, I never have much known what to say to a crying girl so I just sat there quietly for a minute before she moved her face from her hands to my chest and asked, “What am I gonna do now?”

I rubbed her shoulder a little bit and said, “I don’t know baby, but you got a cute little boy out there who needs you and your mom and I can make sure you’re ok while you figure it out. Everything’s going to be alright in time.”

She let that sink in for a few seconds then pulled tighter against me. “Thanks – I love you Dad.”

I raised a hand to her wet cheek and lifted her head up a bit and told her I loved her too and gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

Standing up, I said, “So, I came in to see if you needed any help with your things. I started looking around at the piles of clothes on the bed and surmised that she had pretty much just pulled drawers out of the dresser and dumped them onto the bed.

“I think I’ll have to sort this stuff out myself, you won’t know which stuff fits me right now. I have a couple moving boxes out in the kitchen closet if you can get them.”

After finding the boxes and a packing tape gun, I returned and put them together on the floor. She said, “Everything still on the bed can go for now. I am gonna go bag up some stuff for the baby.”

I drug a box around to the other side of the bed and smiled at her technique. Looks like everything she didn’t want was now on the floor. I gathered a pile of jeans and shirts and loaded them in the box then there was the other pile, socks and bras and panties. I noticed she seemed to favor brightly colored lacey thongs though a few of them had animal prints with neon colors mixed in.

I listened for a second and heard the sound of plastic items being thrown into a bag in the room across the hall then picked up one of the bras. It was a fairly plain looking thing when compared to the frilly panties, no lace or bows on this. I checked out the tag hanging off the inside of the clasp area. 38E! Wow! I remembered my wife when she was nursing maybe making it to a D cup but she had since returned to a fairly average C.

I considered this for a second again imagining what the boobs that would fill this bra would probably look like, and I couldn’t help it – I buried my face in one of those enormous cups, inhaling a mix of the aromas of breast milk and laundry soap. Damn, that brought me back.

Another rustle of plastic from across the hall caught my attention and I dropped the bra onto the pile and reached down to scoop up an armload of the undergarments, as my arm slid underneath, however, it also slid under the bedsheet. My hand tangled in some type of wire. I pulled it out and discovered it was attached to a box with a single dial on it on one end and a silver, oblong egg looking thing on the other side. I smiled thinking how I had bought something almost exactly like this for my wife back in our younger days. I imagined Julie using this little vibrator on her own clit and decided to throw it in the box under the panties and so on.

I taped up the box and called across the hall, “Got another box in here if you need it…”

“Nah, leave it for later, I’ve about got what I need here.”

After loading one box of clothes, a large trash bag of “all things baby” and the car seat into the car. I went back in and told her the car should be warm enough now if they were ready. She took another quick pass through the apartment and came back saying, “Should do for now.”

…….

Amanda had texted back saying how since it was so cold I should pick up some stuff to make a big pot of chili. So after a stop by the store we headed home. We unloaded the car and had just started putting stuff away before Cory started crying. I picked him up out of the car seat and made a face at Julie, “Ew! Somebody needs a change.”

She laughed and said, “… And you’re telling me because…?”

“Oh no, smartass. Wet diapers, sure. Poopy diapers, you and Mom.”

“How about you change him, I’ll feed him?” she returned.

Grr! Not like I could turn that one around on her and say I’d feed him so reluctantly I accepted defeat. She did at least dig everything I needed out of the baby stuff for me and hung out as I worked, probably to make sure I remembered how it was done.

I left them alone in the bedroom and went out to turn on the TV for a bit. As I flipped through channels, I found myself playing a game of “how-big-is-her-bra” in my mind. Buffy… Hmm… 30B? Weather-girl… Maybe 36C? God, I was as obsessed as a 15 year old. “What is wrong with me? Is this normal?” I wondered.

…….

All things considered, it had been a decent day. Amanda came home in a good mood, we’d all had a nice dinner and played a couple games around the table after. An extra element of difficulty came from remembering where our pieces were at as Cory kept knocking the board game around on the table. We all decided we were tired and headed off to bed around 9:30.

I woke back up a couple hours later hearing some noise coming from the front room. Amanda was sleeping beside me so I guessed Julie had gotten back up and was watching TV. I tried to go back to sleep but it just didn’t seem to be working out. I decided maybe I’d go fix myself a bit of a nightcap.

I went out to the kitchen and made myself a fairly generous Jack and Coke, then headed toward the living room. “Are you decent?” I asked, covering my eyes as a joke.

“Yes, I heard you get up.” I lowered my arm and saw Julie had drug the blanket off the back of the couch and had it draped over her shoulder down her front. Cory’s pudgy legs were sticking out the other side.

“Anything good on?”

“I just turned on HBO, I don’t even know what this is… Sorry if I woke you up.”

I shrugged, “No big deal, hon. A little of this will probably fix that for me.” I raised my glass in a mock-toasting gesture and took a long, satisfying drink.

The movie had something to do with some guy just wandering around this big space station by himself for some reason while everyone else was in some type of cryogenic type tube things. A few drinks later I was out again.

When I woke again Julie was asleep on the couch across from me still holding Cory. “That doesn’t seem very safe,” I thought… which seemed like a perfectly legit excuse to me. I walked softly to the other side of the couch. Slowly lifted the blanket and gently pulled Cory away. Feeling the relief of no longer having weight on it, Julie’s arm fell limp to her lap.

Oh my God, that was such a beautiful tit. Her brown areola was about the size of a Oreo cookie and the nipple protruding from the center of it looked like a small red gumdrop. I shifted the baby to my left arm and adjusted my stiffening cock in my sweatpants.

“Are you going to rub one out right there in your pants?” Julie asked.

I startled a bit and then said, “No hon, I was just afraid you were going to drop the baby while you slept.”

“And protecting the baby required you to stare at my boob for two minutes while you played with yourself?” she asked.

I stammered indignantly, “First off, I did no such thing and certainly not for two minutes. Second, …”

Then she started giggling. “I was just screwing with you, calm down and be quiet. You don’t want to wake the baby, or worse… Mom. I wasn’t going to drop the baby, you see – I wasn’t really asleep. I’ve been catching you looking at my boobs all day. No, don’t worry it sorta got me excited… then when I found you had packed my little vibrating bullet for me I knew that you were thinking about some things too.”

“OK, you got me. I really am sorry. It’s just that I’ve never seen breasts that wonderful in real life. I really couldn’t help it.”

She smiled again saying, “Why do you think I pretended to be asleep? I’m not upset that you peeked – I’m glad you did. I’ve got another confession as well. I’ve always had a bit of a dad-crush. When I’m alone and I use my vibrator I like watching some kind of taboo porn.”

“You mean incest porn? Really? I mean there’s nothing wrong with it, I just never thought you would be into that type of thing.” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation.

“Why not? The first porn I ever watched like that I found on your laptop. I was a little weirded out at first, I admit, but you never leered at me or made any advances so I decided it was harmless. Eventually I got having some fantasies of my own.” with that her eyes returned to the tent sticking out in the front of my sweats. After a short hesitation she reached forward, pulled my waistband down and leaned forward slowly taking the full length of my cock into her mouth and throat.

She withdrew and started licking and sucking the head of my dick. I was as hard as I could remember being in years! It was amazing. I honestly never hoped for this to happen in reality, but now that it was I knew I’d been waiting years for this moment to come.

I reluctantly stepped away, piling pillows on the front of the chair seat making a safe bed for Cory and laid him down before returning to the floor in front of Julie. I got down on my knees in front of her and cupped her exposed breast, massaging it and enjoying the soft weight of it in my hand. I reached up with my thumb, tracing it lightly across her nipple as I saw it stiffen slightly.

“You really like that, don’t you Dad?” she asked, carefully studying the mixed look of lust and fascination on my face.

“Of course I do. I think this is the most incredible breast I’ve ever had in front of me.”

“Yours is the first man’s hand to touch them since my milk came in. Shawn said they were fat and disgusting and I looked like a cow. He hasn’t even fucked me in months, he just makes me suck him off when he gets horny and I have to get off by myself while he’s at work.”

I said, “He is obviously an idiot who can’t appreciate what he has.”

“Had.” She corrected, grinning down at me. I closed my grip on her tit just a bit tighter squeezing a small trickle of milk out of her nipple. I stretched forward and licked the delicious cream up with the tip of my tongue before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. I was rewarded with a sweet warm spray that coated the inside of my mouth and suddenly I felt a shared closeness and sense of intimacy with her I never imagined we would have as a father and daughter. My daughter was sharing with me the special nourishment her body had made for her own baby and it was wonderful.

I could feel the increased warmth radiating from between her legs against my belly and my dick pulsed back to life making her gasp in surprise as it unexpectedly poked squarely between her butt cheeks.

I backed away, taking her hands as I stood up helping her stand as well. She raised her arms for me as I lifted her nightshirt over her head and pulled it off of her. I shuffled my sweats down over my hips and let them fall to the floor as I took off my own t-shirt.

We settled onto the couch laying front to front and drug the blanket the rest of the way down over us. I scooted down just a little bit and she lifted a leg just enough for my stiff cock to push in-between them. Her hot pussy ground against it as I raised her other breast to my mouth and began to kiss and suck it, again greedily gulping down mouthfuls of my daughter’s sweet milk.

After a minute of this I felt her reach between us and take my dick in her hand angling it upward. I paused, meeting her eyes with my own questioning gaze.

Julie nodded and said quietly, “oh fuck yes I need it now!” I forced hard up into her in one shove, pushing with my legs off the arm of the couch. “Oh shit! Oh my God yes!” she muttered as I began working myself back and forth.

I was fucking my daughter! It felt incredible and even though I told myself this would never actually happen, that I didn’t even want this to happen… I suppose there was a reason why watching those pornstars doing their roleplay about this exact situation all this time was so exciting.

It obviously didn’t bother Julie I thought as I felt her muscles tighten around my shaft as her breathing intensified into short ragged gasps. Her fingertips clawed at my back and as she released she let out a contented sigh.

I slowed my movements until she resumed a regular pace of breathing and then I backed away, rising, pulling her up. I then sat down, pulling her onto my lap. With a little wiggle of her hips, she settled down into position right where we both needed her to be.

As she rode up and down on me I alternated between having one nipple, then the other, then both in my mouth. As I sucked down on both of her nipples at once, I felt a flood of warm juices run down my throat and my balls at the same time.

“Oh damn, yes. That was so amazing. There’s one more thing I want though.” She lifted up and the grabbed my shoulders steering me down to the couch on my back. A leg came up over the top of my head and I got the first clear view of my little girl’s pussy that I’ve had in many years. Her pubic hair was shaved neatly into a thin little landing strip. Her clit was pushing out under the hood like a pink little pencil eraser and she brought it down directly onto my waiting tongue just seconds before I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and her mouth sliding down me again.

I licked her little nub, labia and hole until her juices washed over my tongue and I slurped and lapped them up eagerly. Julie gave my balls I gentle squeeze before removing her hand and burying my dick so far into her mouth her nose was pushing against my sack.

I felt myself tense up and began firing load after load of cum down my daughter’s throat. 

“Oh shiiiiit! Oh good God that felt so fucking good!” I said.

{ To be continued. }

Boy Scouts Part 3 by kittybo

Introduction:

Read the first two parts of the story before reading this one, it makes more sense! So sex doesn’t really happen in this chapter, kind of does, but not with the main character. We’re getting there. And thank you to everyone who has been giving me positive votes and great comments!I woke up early in the morning, before Kristy, looking over at her. I lay back down, knowing I couldn’t sleep, but figuring I might as well be comfortable while I think. 

I start to think of what happened last night, what Keenan and I did. I bite my lip and smile lightly, remembering the sensation of his tongue in my most intimate area. How amazing it felt to let him touch me like that. It made me wet just to think about it.

I wanted to see him again, but knew I made a promise to Kristy. She wanted to go see Peter, I couldn’t deny her that. 

I knew that with Keenan and I it was more than sex, at least I thought so. He could be lying to me, or I could be lying to myself to justify what we had done. I didn’t know with Kristy and Peter though, figuring they just wanted to hook up and ditch each other. It wouldn’t be a problem with her, she was on birth control, got a shot every three months. She could fuck any guy she wanted.

I wasn’t on anything though, I figured why would I need it? I wasn’t sexually active. But if I was going to go any further with Keenan I would need to make sure we were safe.

Of course my mind was still fixated on him, now I was thinking about birth control. I was at an all girls camp, I should think of arts and crafts and that kind of shit. Instead I’m mentally plan how I’m going to have sex with a boy scout and not have a baby in nine months. 

Thinking about him was driving me crazy. I couldn’t get him out of my mind and I really wanted to. I wanted to be free of him for a minute so I could think clearly and tell myself that I was being an idiot, a slut and a whore. 

Although, did I really want to come to my senses?

I sigh and shut my eyes, my hand slipping under my pants and panties, rubbing my pussy, stroking it slowly to start. I tried to stay as quiet as possible, but it still felt weird masturbating with my best friend sitting right beside me.

But I needed to get off. Just thinking of Keenan and what happened last night got me soaking wet. 

I began to play with my clit, pinching it lightly, lighting my nerve endings on fire. I tried to get my finger into my tight pussy, but only got about an inch in before I felt my hymen. So I just kept rubbing myself, my other hand squeezing my breast lightly.

When I finally climaxed onto my fingers I moaned very lightly. Panting, I just shut my eyes again. Not able to sleep. 

After half an hour Kristy finally woke up, yawning she looked over at me. She smiled lightly, still tired. “Hey.”

I smile. “Hey. How did you sleep?”

“Good, nothing happened.” She shrugged and sat cross legged. “How was it with him?” She smirked.

I smile lightly. “It was… Great.” I admit. “If I’m being totally honest, I can’t get him out of my mind.”

She smiles. “Well that’s cool.”

“But is it? I mean… I just met him.” I sigh.

She looks at me and then moves closer. “That doesn’t matter. If you feel close, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve known each other.” She says and shrugs. “That’s what I think anyways.”

I nod and then sigh. “If you say so…”

She looks at me. “I don’t know, to me sex isn’t love. I mean, you don’t need sex to be in love, and you don’t need love to have sex.”

I sigh. “Well… I’ve never thought about it I guess.” 

She shrugs. “No one does.” She says then gets dressed. “Come on, we should get up there.”

I nod and get dressed as we walk out. Even though there we both know it will get warmer, the mornings are always cold. Especially by the lake. 

When we got to our eating area the leaders were talking with the scout leader. Kristy and I look at each other and then go by our small gas stove, knowing we have to cook today anyways. 

I look at her. “What’s he doing here?” I whisper and she shrugs. I was instantly thinking the worst, that they knew Keenan and I were sneaking out and had to talk about our punishment. I couldn’t have that happen, the leaders wouldn’t be understanding. I would get screwed, my parents would kill me and I would probably never be able to see Keenan again.

After the scout leader left the leaders called us over. I walked over with Kristy, expecting the worse. “What was that all about?” Kristy asked as I stayed quiet.

“He wanted to know if the guides wanted to do a wilderness day with the cub scouts.” She says and I smiled brightly. 

I had done those days before when I was younger, both troops got together and basically played games in the forest for hours. I knew that if this was going to happen, then I would be able to see Keenan today. And we could actually talk without having to sneak off.

“That sounds great.” I say and smile. 

“Well we can meet them in a couple hours.” She says as the guides all come into the eating area. “Make sure everyone is ready by then.”

For once I didn’t mind getting the guides fed and ready. Kristy seemed excited too, but we couldn’t talk about it until we were in our tent.

“Are they seriously going to let us see each other?” She laughs. “That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, but we can’t do anything with them in font of the guides.” I say and she laughs again.

“So? We get to talk and shit.” She smirks. “Plus, I get to make some plans with Peter for tonight.”

“You need to plan this stuff?” I raise an eyebrow and she shrugs. “Well again, make sure that no one hears you. Or else we are on lock down.”

“Stop being so paranoid!” She groans and then changes into a tank top and shorts. “God, even if they were to find out, it wouldn’t matter. We would be dead before they did anything.”

I roll my eyes and change into a t-shirt and shorts as well, packing a sweater and a few other items. “Well I personally don’t want them to find out. They would tell our parents and then not only are we on lock down for the week, but then our parents would ground us for the rest of our lives, or make us become nuns.”

“Yeah, well they won’t unless someone snitches.” She says and we walk out of the tent. 

We meet the scouts in the forest, all the younger ones mingling right away. I looked over to the other older scouts, seeing a new one with them. He was blond, but lighter hair than Peter with bright green eyes. His skin was very pale and he almost looked a little sick. He was shorter than Keenan, and weaker than Peter. Even through that, he was attractive. Just like the other two. I wasn’t exactly thinking of fucking him like I did with Keenan, but I could admire his hotness.

“Hey.” I walk over to them and smile along with Kristy. “Fire guys, right?

Keenan chuckled, remembering how we first met. “Yeah.” He says and then gestures to the third guy. “This is Rob.”

“Hey, I’m Eliza and this is Kristy.” I say and then shake his hand. “So do you know what we’re supposed to do today?”

Keenan shrugs. “As far as I know we have to watch the kids, make sure they’re being safe.”

I nod. “Sounds exciting.” I smirk and we all follow the rest of the group.

Peter and Kristy split away from us right away, being a couple meters away, talking quietly to each other. I look at Keenan and smile. “So how are you?”

“Fantastic.” He smirks, looking at Rob who is a few feet in front of us. We knew we couldn’t really talk about what happened last night, or the night before. Not that I thought Rob would tell anyone, but I didn’t want him to be in that situation.

I look up at him. “Same… Too bad tonight can’t happen.” I whisper.

He nods. “Well, we owe them.” He says and glances at Kristy and Peter. “They’re not the best at subtlety though.” He says, noticing how they were basically holding hands.

“That’s not really her thing.” I smirk as we walk.

Eventually we make our way to where they are playing their first game. It was basically a large clearing, they were going to play capture the flag. We sat on a hill not too far away, me inbetween Rob and Keenan.

Rob stayed quiet for most of the time, just kind of watching. He was the one person who was paying attention. I looked at Keenan. “So what do you usually do when you aren’t looking after kids?” I ask and he laughs.

“I rarely do this.” He corrects and then thinks. “Not a whole lot. I mean, normal school stuff I guess, until I graduate.” He looks at me. “You?”

I shrug. “Same. I spend most of my time studying because my mom is insane.”

“My dads probably worse.” He smirks.

I raise an eyebrow. “My mom threatened to take away my dog if I didn’t get my math mark up.” I tell him and he shrugged.

“My dad sent me to one of those scared straight programs because I tried a sip of wine at my brothers wedding.” He says and I laugh.

“You win.” I say and then look at him. 

“We’ll be right back.” We all look over and see Peter and Kristy run off before we can respond. 

I roll my eyes. “They’re going to get caught.” I say and he shrugs.

“Well, he’s not an idiot. And I don’t imagine she is either.” He says and smiles. 

We talked a little while longer, mostly about what we did, what we wanted to do once we were out of high school. The more I talked to him, the more I started to get over my lust for him. I still wanted to fuck him really badly, but I could not look at him without getting turned on.

Getting to know him made me like him a lot more actually, I looked at him differently than before. He wasn’t just a sex object, or however I saw him before. Now there was a great feeling whenever I looked at him.

It made me sorry we had to wait another night to have sex.

“Keenan!” We look over as the scout leader calls him over. 

He stands. “See you in a bit.” He says and runs to go see them.

One of our leaders walks over to Rob and I. “Where’s Kristy?” She asks.

I pause, trying to think of an answer. Rob shrugged though, piping in with his own answer. “She got a splinter or a cut or something, Peter just went to go help her. Probably by our camp, we have a first aid kit there.”

She looks at him and nods, then at both of us. “You two go back and find them. We’re leaving this area in fifteen minutes.” She says and then passes us a map, drawing a circle in an area. “If we are gone by the time you find them, we will be here.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Rob says and then stands, helping me to my feet. 

We walk for a little bit and then I look at him. “Where did you get that from?” I ask.

He looks at me. “I’m an accomplished liar.” He says and shrugs. “Just have to make sure she had a bandage on her hand by the time we get back, good to go.”

I laugh lightly. “Seems easy enough.”

I looked at him, wondering if he knew about everything. I wouldn’t be surprised if Keenan and Peter told them, nor would I be mad. Something told me though that he knew about Peter and Kristy, I’m not sure about me and Keenan. But why would he lie if he thought they were innocent?

“So how are you?” I ask, really just trying to make conversation. I didn’t know him after all.

He looked at me and shrugs. “I’m fine.”

I nod. “Cool.”

We walk in silence for a little bit, but strangely it wasn’t awkward at all. It was a comfortable silence, like we didn’t need to talk or anything. We just listened to the sounds of nature for a few minutes. 

After a bit I looked at him. “Where do you think they went?”

He shrugs. “No clue.” He sighs. “Probably by camp…

I nod and keep walking towards their camp. “So do you have a girlfriend?” I ask him, trying to make conversation. Again, he wasn’t the most talkative, neither was I. But if we had to walk together, might as well talk.

He shakes his head. “No. Can’t talk to girls really well.” He says. “Having enough trouble talking to you.”

I smile. “Well I don’t bite.”

He gives a crooked smile and I keep walking. He really was cute. Keenan was sexy, in his own weird way he just seemed so manly. Rob was just cute, a nice guy. I liked him a lot. I couldn’t keep thinking of him like that though. He was just another scout. I was with Keenan, kind of. 

I didn’t know what Keenan and I were. He said that it was more than sex, but we barely knew each other. Even after talking, I wasn’t sure if we were dating or anything, or if we did just have sex for the sake of sex. I didn’t know if this was only for the week and then we would go back to our normal lives, or if we would actually continue seeing each other in the future.

And if it was only one week, then would being with rob be considered cheating?

I shook my head, trying to literally get the thoughts to go away. I had already been slutty enough this week, I didn’t need to add Rob into the mix. I just met him, he was nice. But I was still with Keenan as far as I knew, they were friends.

I felt horrible to feel the way I did, wanting to fuck Keenan, but then also taking an interest in Rob after knowing him for an hour.

As we walked into the camp we knew they were there. I heard Kristy’s soft moans, coming from near one of the tents. 

“Seriously?” I groan and he rolls his eyes. 

“Peter! Kristy!” I yell out, not sure if they would even hear me. 

I went to the tent where I heard them, thinking they were inside. That was when I saw them.

They were outside the tent, slightly covered by the bushes near by. Kristy’s legs were spread wide, she was naked from the waist down, Peter on top of her, fucking her. From what I saw, his long hard cock was sliding in and out of her wet opening, neither of them looking up.

Kristy wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her deeper as he groans and kisses her. They were both sweaty, him ramming into her really hard, a look of strain on his face to just finish, seeming to know that they didn’t have much time left. 

As strange as it was, it really turned me on to see my best friend fucking a random guy. She was beautiful, I couldn’t deny it. And just seeing them both, it made me instantly wet. 

Both of them started to shake and moan louder. I quickly went back to Rob and he looked at me, he was a dark red colour, obviously finding it very awkward. 

“Uh… I guess we just need to wait…” He says and then walks to the edge of the campsite, far from them. I sigh and follow him.

We just stayed quiet for a bit, both of us feeling totally awkward. I really didn’t expect to see them actually having sex, I thought they would be smarter than that. 

After a moment I sigh and look at him. “Sorry about that…”

“It doesn’t matter.” He says and shrugs, not looking at me.

“I know, but I don’t know what else to say…” I say and then he looks at me.

Our eyes hold a gaze for a few moments, then he leans in and kisses me.

I am surprised at first, not knowing what to do. My mind raced with thoughts of Keenan, and how I am with him. How I want to be with him. And now Rob was kissing me.

And I was kissing him back.

Boy Scouts Part 2 by kittybo

Introduction:

If you haven’t read the first part, you might want to read it to get the story. Plus, next chapter will be longer.I woke up the next morning feeling terrible. Not feeling bad because of what I did, I didn’t see the problem in sucking off some guy I had just met yesterday. I literally felt terrible, hung over. Kristy seemed to deal with it better than I did, but because she drank more than I did.

“Peter is so awesome…” She says and sighs happily as she stares at the top of our tent. 

“I know. You’ve said it about… Twenty times now.” I say and groan, wincing at the headache. 

“Well you had fun too with Keenan.” She smirks and I look up at her again. “Or at least it seemed like you were having fun…”

I laugh. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Who would I tell?” She asks and I shrug as we hear the bell telling us to get up. “Anyways, we need to find a way to see them again.”

“I know.” I agree, knowing I already told Keenan to meet me back there. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to be there, or if he was even going to bring Peter to keep her busy. “We can probably come up with an excuse to help them out again.” 

She smirks. “I know how you want to help him.”

I roll my eyes. “You are so immature.” I stand up and get changed. As for changed it’s really just an old sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, knowing I’ll have to change once we find out what we’re doing anyways. 

When we walked outside I went straight up to the tables at the back and avoided eye contact with the leaders. I didn’t want them to suspect anything or else I would be on total lock down. It was the last thing I wanted.

I only knew him for one night, and yet I really couldn’t stop thinking about him. It wasn’t just some corny love at first site shit, there was an emotional side to it, but it was very sexual. I couldn’t stop imagining his cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy. I never thought of that before, I was the girl who was a total virgin, wanted to be a total virgin. And now I couldn’t get this out of my mind. I got wet just thinking about him, what I would let him do to me.

Not only did I suck a strangers cock yesterday, but now I wanted to lose my virginity on a camping trip. To a boyscout that I just met.

And I wasn’t even drunk anymore!

“Are you okay Eliza?” I look up and see one of the girls Sophia. She was one of the decent ones, but I would never tell her anything I was thinking. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I nod and she looks at me, smiling brightly. 

“Can we go swimming?” She asks and I groan. I didn’t know why she was asking me.

“Just go ask the leader.” I tell her and she shrugs.

“I did. She said if you took us we could go for a bit.” She shrugs. “Then we have to go hiking, then come back, eat-”

“I don’t need the day schedule. I’ll take you swimming.” I say as she squeals and runs off. I wince, my head pounding. I was already regretting having to take care of a bunch of children with my hangover.

Kristy looks at me. “Come on, let’s go get changed then.” She says and we both go to our tent.

We start to undress, I look over at Kristy for a moment. She really was attractive. Sure, I had seen her naked tons of times. That just happened when you went camping with someone enough. She was so skinny, and even though her boobs weren’t huge they fit her small frame.

“God, take a picture, it will last longer.” She laughs and I roll my eyes.

“Gotta admire a work of art.” I tease and put on my bikini, it being purple with flowers on it. “What do you think the leaders would do if we went over to the scout camp again?”

“No clue.” She shrugs and puts on her bikini, white and orange. “Usually they let us talk, but not spend a whole lot of time there.”

I nod and leave the tent with her. “Well they were nice to talk to.”

“Yeah, you seemed to love the conversation.” She smirks as we walk down with the girls.

I usually had a thing about swimming in lakes. I always thought it was pretty gross with algae and everything. But for whatever reason I had less of a problem with it now.

I jumped in, loving the cold water embracing my skin. I popped up and looked around, seeing all the other girls swimming around as well. I looked across the lake to see the boy scouts, a few of the younger cub scouts playing by the edge of the water along with Peter. I felt tempted to go ask where Keenan was, but then I saw him.

He was up in camp, shirt off and chopping wood. I was right before, he wasn’t too muscular, but very lean. He had no trouble cutting the big logs in half though.

I didn’t know why, but I was really turned on just by watching him work. I really was going out of my mind, usually it took a lot to get me going. Now just watching a guy work drove me crazy.

The image came back in my head again, meeting him in the forest, riding his cock, fucking him hard and fast. The image turned me on even more. I dunked my head underwater, then swam back to shore. 

I just wanted to go see him again, get the day over with.

* * * * * 

We spent most of the day hiking up a trail, Kristy and I talked the whole time, although we couldn’t talk about the scouts. Not with the leaders and kids around. 

I looked at Kristy once everyone was in bed, we went to our tent. I looked at her, knowing I could trust her. “Hey, can you cover for me if anyone asks where I am?” I ask her.

She raises an eyebrow. “Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?” I roll my eyes. “I’m going to go see Keenan. We agreed to meet again.” I say and she sits up.

“Will Peter be there?” She asks and I shake my head. 

“No.” I say and she sighs. “Look, I’ll tell Keenan to send him tomorrow, then I’ll cover for you.” I promise her. I hated the thought of having to go a night having to spend it in the tent. But I would owe her big time if she did this for me.

“Well what do I do if they come over?” She asks and I think.

“Tell them I went to the washroom. Then try and flash your light towards the forest three times.” I tell her and she nods and lays back down.

“Have fun.” She smiles and I laugh and leave the tent. 

I walk for a few minutes, then turn on my flashlight. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me, but I figured I was deep enough in the forest that no one would think anything of it. The guides would think it was the scouts, the scouts would think it was the guides.

It takes another five minutes before I find the same place as before. I sit by the base of one of the trees, waiting.

It takes ten minutes for him to get there. He walks out of the bushes and smiles at me. “Sorry. Took awhile to convince Peter to help me out.”

I laugh and then kiss him softly. “I would wait hours for you.” I smirk.

“That is so corny.” He says and then kisses me deeply. 

I look up at him. “I saw you today.”

He tilts his head. “When?”

“When you were chopping wood.” I say and then kiss him as we both sit down. I kiss him again. “Why were you stuck with that job?”

He laughs lightly. “Because we came back late. Peter had to cook, I had to do firewood.” 

I giggle and kiss his neck. “So I got you in trouble?”

“I don’t mind.” He whispers and moans softly. “What did you do today?”

“Went hiking.” I say and shrug. “It wasn’t bad… But the girls were driving me crazy. Had a mad headache for a lot of the day.”

“I had one too.” He smirks. “The cubs are quiet though. You have to be very complacent in the scouts. Obedient.”

“I wish the girls were like that.” I say and he laughs. 

“It’s kind of creepy though.” He says and shrugs.

“Oh yeah… I told Kristy that you would send Peter for her tomorrow.” I whisper.

He nods. “So we can’t see each other tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “No, the day after that though…” He sighs. I felt the same way he did, I didn’t want to go the whole day without seeing him. I wanted to find some kind of loop hole, but I promised Kristy. 

“Well what do you want to do tonight?” I ask and straddle his hips. I might as well make the best of the night we had. I was wet already. I wasn’t sure if he wanted to even lose his virginity in the middle of the forest, or lose it to a girl he barely knew. Hell, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck right now.

“Well, since you helped me yesterday… I wanna help you.” He says and then kisses me, pulling me close and running his hands through my hair.

I look at him. “What do you mean?”

He laughs. “What do you think?” He takes off his shirt and then puts it down. He then lays me on top of it and kisses me, 

I close my eyes and kiss him deeply, biting his bottom lip. His hands rest on my hips, rubbing my sides softly as he kisses me.

He moves down and starts to kiss on my neck, biting down softly and making me moan. As he kissed my neck his hands moved up and started to feel my breasts. At first he started by squeezing them over my shirt, then he slipped his hand under my shirt and my bra.

He squeezed my breast hard, causing slight pain but it was still intensely pleasurable. He rolled my nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, punching it, and then massaging it. He would change from hard to soft. The soft kept me paced, but the hard kept me going. As he played with me, he kissed me just as deep. 

He was driving my crazy, I wanted him to touch my pussy so badly. He was patient though, tracing small circles around my nipples as I moaned. His lips crashed against mine as he continued to kiss me passionately as his hands left my breast.

He moved and then started to unbutton my pants, slipping them off and tossing them to the side. He left my panties on though as he moved entirely. 

He started to kiss the inside of my thighs as I groaned. “Oh my god Keenan…” I whisper and shut my eyes, my breathing increasing. I wanted him to stop teasing me, just let me orgasm. 

He kissed over my panties, them being soaked. He continued to kiss them, licking through the thin fabric before taking them off completely after a minute. I felt strange sitting in front of him half naked, until he looked up at me.

“Trust me.” He whispered.

I nodded and then shut my eyes. I felt his hot breath against my wet pussy and I shuddered lightly, my mouth open but no sound coming out. 

Then he licked my pussy, tasting my juices and that alone almost sent me over the edge. I had never been touched this way and knew I wouldn’t be able to last long. I wanted to, but the way he licked up my entire pussy, I couldn’t. 

He sucked on my clit lightly, then went back to slightly invading my hold with his tongue. He obviously wanted to make me hold out as long as possible, even though I knew I couldn’t. 

I managed to get even wetter as he went back to licking my clit lightly, driving me crazy. It took a lot to even keep my knees from closing, but he made sure I stayed in the same position.

Someone was actually eating me out, in a forest. I couldn’t believe it.

I felt my hips start to buckle as he sucked my pussy. A feeling started to build in my stomach, it felt strange, but amazing as well.

I finally released as a river of juices seemed to flow through my pussy. I moaned his name loudly, trying to stay quiet but wanting to lose control. He didn’t stop for a second, sucking my clit hard as I rode off my orgasm.

After a few moments I sit up and look at him, panting, sweaty. He smiles and then passes me my panties and pants as I put them on. He then takes back his shirt and puts it on.

“That was amazing.” I whisper and smile as he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“I’ll see you the day after.” He tells me and then stands up. “I want you to know… This isn’t just a sex thing.”

“Not for me either.” I stand up and then kiss him one last time. “See you then.” 

We turn and then leave each other. I knew, even though I couldn’t see myself I knew I was bright red. Blushing.

I went back to camp and climbed into the tent, laying down and falling to sleep.

Boy Scouts Part 1 by kittybo

Introduction:

Hope you like the story! Just so you know, even though it says boy scout in the title it isn’t a homosexual story.I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to a stupid camp with a bunch of fifth graders. Whiny little kids who probably didn’t even know what a tent was. 

I had been in girl guides for eight years, since I was nine years old. Don’t get me wrong, I love camping, and hiking, and all that kind of stuff. It was basically what ran through my veins instead of blood. But I usually did it with girls my own age, people I could talk to and have a lot of fun with. Now that I was seventeen I wanted to be able to go out on my own, not with some group that just needed an extra person to go.

The only reason I agreed to go in the first place was because my mom said that if I kept up with good behaviour and did my part for the community she would consider buying me a car for graduation. I really had no other choice.

On the plus side, I convinced my friend to come too. She was a year younger than me, but better then anyone else I was with.

We arrived at the lake and got out of the van. The camp leaders round up all the smaller girls, showing them all the places they could have their tent. I knew it would keep them occupied for long enough, all wanting the beat spot. 

I walked towards the lake with my friend Kristy. Even though she was young, she looked a lot older than her age. She had long blond hair that she seemed to never have to work on and had bright blue eyes. She was short, but very slim, a toned body. From my camping experience with her and many games of truth or dare, I knew that unlike me, she wasn’t a virgin. I knew why, she had a nice round ass and perky B-cups. 

I was pretty average looking in my opinion, the normal brown hair and brown eyes, although my hair got quite curly, especially when camping. I was tall, an athletic body from hiking. My proudest feature was my C-cup breasts. I was a virgin, mostly by choice. A bit because no one really wanted to have sex with me. 

Even though I was a virgin though, I thought about sex a lot. How it would feel, what it would be like. I had done sexual things, but I could never bring myself to actually take the plunge and give a guy my virginity. Partially because I couldn’t find a guy worth giving my virginity, but I was afraid it would hurt too. Even though Kristy told me it felt great after the first time, I didn’t believe her. Although, she was also the girl that told me anal was the equivalent of heaven. 

“Eliza, this will be so much fun!” Kristy says sarcastically and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“It could always be worse.” I shrug and sit by the lake, looking down in my reflection. I wanted to just jump in, but then I would mess up my clothes, and since I was wearing a white shirt people could see my boobs. But what did I care?

“How? We have to stay here for a week looking after a bunch of kids we don’t know.” She sighs and sits next to me. “We could be at home.”

“You didn’t have to come.” I say.

She smirks. “Who can deny your pretty little face anything?”

I laugh and then look across the lake, seeing another group setting up. I recognized them right away, their group at least. I had no idea who the people were. “Hey Kristy, looks like we got some boy scouts.”

“What?” She perked up right away. There was a weird thing between boy scouts and girl guides, we hate each other. Or hated, when we were younger. I remember being ten, seeing a boy scout made me scream about cooties and freak out because we thought they were horrible. Now we could admire them for what they are, really hot. Seventeen year old boy scouts had to go through gruelling training that made their bodies amazing, and since they had an “honour code” they were never douchebags. 

“Rethinking how horrible the week is?” I ask and smirk, looking at her.

“Hell yes.” She says and we both laugh, looking over. They were my one weakness, it was something that could always improve a week. Even if I never talked to them, just looking at them made me melt. Guys that thought camping and doing random survival shit for fun? Couldn’t get any better.

“Girls, get up here!” The leader yells and we sigh, reluctantly leaving the lake. We would see them again though.

* * * * * 

We were sitting around the camp fire when we saw them next. The sun was starting to set, but it was still light and would be for about another half hour. Not that it mattered, I wandered around the forest late at night before. 

Their camp leader walked over with one scout in tow, about my age. When I said scouts were hot though, I meant it. And this one was no exception.

He looked kind of rugged, long brown hair was down, messy. His uniform was covered in leaves and mud, probably from pushups or other shit scouts had to do. He was tall though, and skinny. I couldn’t see much muscle definition under his uniform, but I knew it was there. All scouts were muscular to some degree.

“Good evening ladies.” The leader said to us. “We are camping just across the lake, and my boys can’t seem to get a fire started.”

I smirked, knowing that it wasn’t too difficult to get a fire. And knowing what he was going to do next.

The leader nudged the boy and he cleared his throat. “Can we get some help?” He asked and all the little girls giggled. It was something I had seen before, if a scout didn’t get the fire, the leader would make them ask girls as a form of humiliation. I didn’t understand it, but it worked. He seemed embarrassed as all hell.

I look at Kristy and smirk, then look at him. “We can help.” I say and stand, then look back at our leader Carol. “If that’s fine with you.”

She nods and we start to walk with them. The lake wasn’t that huge, so the walk wasn’t long. But I found myself beside the boy right away. 

“I’m Eliza.” I say to him as we walk through the trail. “That’s my friend Kristy.”

“Oh, I’m Keenan.” He says and smiles lightly. “Sorry about this by the way.”

“It’s an excuse to get out of camp flower power for awhile. I don’t mind.” I shrug, really just wanting the chance to see in their camp. “Does he do this all the time?”

“No, last time he took away our tents and sleeping bags until we got a fire…” He says and rubs the back of his head. “He’s a little psychotic.”

“They all are.” I assure him as we get to their camp. It was very neat and organized, looked like a military camp. Without the fire of course.

There was one other guy sitting by the fire, another one my age with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He looked smaller than Keenan, still quite attractive though, muscular.

“Are you two the only ones?” I ask and Keenan shakes his head. 

“Nope. They all have to lap the lake though. This is Peter by the way.” He says and his friend nods. The leader looks at them.

“Now maybe you two can learn something from these girls.” He growls and they nod.

“Yes sir.” They say as he leaves and I raise an eyebrow.

“What a hardass.” I say and then look at their fire pit. “Flint or matches?”

“Flint.” Peter says and Keenan sighs. “It’s part of a merit badge.”

“The how to not set up a fire merit badge?” I ask and he passes me the flint. “Flint is always ten times harder.”

“You’re telling us.” Keenan says as I start to strike it. All four of us take turns trying.

It takes about ten minutes before we can get a decent sized fire going, it getting pretty dark out. All the other scouts come back and Keenan looks at me. 

“We can walk you back to your campsite.” He offers and Peter nods and stands. I was glad they were going to, they seemed nice enough. Not like creepy rapists or anything.

We began to walk and I could help looking back at Keenan and biting my lip. He was really attractive, I couldn’t deny that.

“What are you waiting for Keenan?” Peter asks and tosses him a bottle. “Offer the nice girls a drink.”

I look at what he holds, a bottle of Jack Daniels. I gasp. “How the fuck did you sneak that in?”

“He never checks.” Keenan shrugs and opening it, passing it to me. I take a gulp, hating and loving the taste at the same time. I had no idea what I was doing, drinking with two boy scouts and my best friend on my way back to a camp. “Like it?”

I nod and pass him back the bottle. He takes a swig before passing it to Peter. “Maybe camping isn’t so bad.” I smirk and look at him as he laughs.

“Not happy to be with young kids?” He asks and I shake my head.

“I don’t mind it so much, but it’s mainly for the car that my moms offering.” I shrug. 

“The proverbial carrot in front of your nose?” He smirks as we stop walking and sit down in the forest. “My dad signed me up for this. I hated it at first.” He says as the bottle comes back around to me. I look over at Peter and Kristy, both talking to each other. I knew she wasn’t drunk enough to make a move on him yet, get enough booze in her though and she turns into a slut.

“At first?” I take another drink and pass it to him. He drinks a bit before giving it back. 

“Well, you get to meet cool people. See awesome things. Get wasted in a forest.” He smirks. 

“So you do this often?” I ask and he laughs and shakes his head.

“Will you think I’m less of a badass if I say no?” He asks and I giggle. “But no, I don’t. Well, usually not with girls. I’m usually stuck with Peter over here.”

“Ouch.” Peter looks at him and Kristy and I laugh. 

“You drink often?” He asks me and I shake my head.

“I have. But I wouldn’t say often. More just breaking into my mom and dads liquor cabinet and spiking my drinks.” I admit. “Oh, and the one party Kristy brought me to, also known as the giant orgy.” His eyes widen and I laugh again. “I left before hand.”

“God, trying to give me a heart attack?” He asks and I laugh and take another big gulp. “What are you going to tell them when you get back?”

“They’ll be asleep by the time we get back. They’re ten. Plus, Kristy and I have our own tent.” I shrug. “You?”

“That you girls wouldn’t let us leave until we properly thanked you.” He jokes and I raise an eyebrow.

“And how would that be?” I ask and he smirks.

“How do you want us to?” He asks and tries to pass over the bottle, neither of them taking it. “I guess the rest is for us.”

“Good, because I’m not sleeping with you until I’m really drunk.” I smirk and he rolls his eyes. 

“Apparently it takes your friend three shots of Jack.” He says and I look over. She straddled Peter’s lap, he had her hands all over her as they made out. I would be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on a little bit, especially when he squeezed her ass tightly.

“Your friend a douche?” I ask and he shakes his head. “Good.”

He laughs. “I’m guessing your friend isn’t a herpes ridden bitch?” He asks and I burst out laughing, starting to feel the affects of the alcohol hit my system. “So how am I going to thank you?”

I think and then look back over at Peter and Kristy, them just kissing, not going any further. “Tell me what you would do to me if I gave you total control of my body.”

I didn’t know why I was acting like such a slut. It was probably the mixture of the alcohol and Keenan’s hotness. Or maybe I was just a slut and didn’t know it.

He raises an eyebrow. “Well I would start by kissing you, slowly…” He says and I smirk, looking at him. “Then kissing all over your body… Every inch of you. Then…” He smirks. “I would tell you to go back to your camp.”

I look at him. “What?”

“I’m a virgin. I don’t just fuck random girls in forests.” He says and chuckles softly. I roll my eyes, still smiling. 

“I am too.” I say and look at him. “I’ll give you the stupid boy scout honour handshake or whatever shit you guys do to prove you aren’t lying.”

He laughs. “I believe you!”

I smile and then lean in, kissing him softly. His eyes widen, and then he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me close as I kiss him deeply, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He kisses back with just as much passion, rubbing my back, pulling me closer.

I break the kiss and then look at him. “Do you trust me?”

He nods and then kisses me again, running his hands through my hair. I wanted him to pull my hair, throw me to the ground and fuck my virginity away, again the alcohol talking. But he didn’t, he just kissed me.

“Close your eyes.” I whisper to him and he nods, following my command without hesitation. “And don’t open them for any reason.”

I kiss him again, swirling my tongue around his mouth a couple times before moving down and kissing his neck, making sure to not make any mark as my hands get to work on undoing his pants. I can hear him moan softly as I let his cock free, semi hard already.

I give it a few strokes to start, getting it to harden even more. I had given a blowjob once before, to get a boyfriend off my back about actually fucking. The next day he fucked one of my friends up the ass because I never gave him anything. 

I check to make sure his eyes are closed and then kiss him softly one more time. I then go down and look at his cock, it being average sized, around six inches, maybe closer to seven. Uncut. I didn’t care that Peter and Kristy were sitting right beside us, actually forgot about them.

I stroke his cock and then lower my mouth onto his head, his body shuddering lightly. I take the head into my mouth and he groans, probably never being touched like this. I just hoped he would last, wanting to make it really good for him.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, still stroking around the base with one of my hands. I take another inch of him in my mouth and then remove it completely, wanting to tease him a little. I play with his balls for a moment, and then go back down, sucking a bit more. 

He starts to breath heavily, his hand moving to the back of my head and stroking my hair lightly. I lick up the entire length of his cock and then look at him, his eyes still closed, trying the best to stay as quiet as possible.

I increase my speed, being able to take most of him into my mouth. I started to think that this was stupid, but his groans of approval kept me going. I suck him hard and fast for a moment, then slow down. 

I felt his throbbing cock in the back of my throat, almost ready to burst. I stop for a moment, glad that he has held off this long, but wanting him to have a great orgasm. 

He bites his lip, the strain on his face to hold back. I go back down and start to play with his balls as I suck him, him groaning loudly as he finally climaxes. 

Rope after rope of hot sticky cum shoots into the back of my throat. I swallow all of it, loving his taste. I always thought it would be disgusting to swallow, so I spit my first time giving a blowjob. But this time I felt compelled to swallow.

After he finishes I look up at him and lean do up his pants, looking at him. “Open your eyes.” I say and then take a sip of Jacks. 

He opens his eyes and then looks at me and smiles. “Wow… Did that really just happen?”

“I hope it did. If it didn’t then you drugged me.” I say and then stand up, looking and Kristy and Peter. She was of course topless, still just making out though. “Kristy, we should head back.” I say and then Keenan looks at me. 

“Can we see each other again?” He asks and I nod and kiss him.

“Tomorrow. Same place.” I smile at him brightly as Kristy dresses herself. “See you then Keenan.” I say and then kiss him one more time, deeply.

He and Peter stay there as Kristy and I walk off. She looks at me and raises an eyebrow. “You seem happy.”

I smirk and then hit her arm as we get back to our site. “Shut up.” 

* * * * 
Going to do another chapter soon. 😀

Spending Oral Time with Sis and Her Boyfriend Chapter 2 by stifflittlepoints

Introduction:

Emma talks her parents into letting her visit her sister up at college. Soon stripped naked, she is about to learn about the many cocks of older boysPicking up where we left off in Chapter 1 . . . Please read if you haven’t already!

“Can we do it again? “asked Emma.

“Not for a little while,” I said. “You wore me out. I need some recovery time. Let’s lay down for a few minutes.” She giggled at that, and then crawled up on the bed next to me, laying her head down on my chest. We snuggled for a few minutes, then she looked up at me and said softly, “Thank you, Mike. That was great. I want you to learn more stuff.” 

“We’re going to need another joint, then,” I grinned, rolling over to get the dope from the end table. I sprinkled some into one of the papers and rolled it up. This joint was even lumpier than the first one, and Emma giggled again. “Maybe I’ll see if Mollie will teach you to roll, since you think my joints are so crappy,” I said with mock indignation. I fired it up and we lay in a languid stupor, toking our way to another great high. 

We cuddled for a little while after we finished the joint. Emma’s eyes were glassy, but her hands were busy. She had wrapped her fingers around my limp cock and was playing with it, slowly bringing it back to life. And I was playing with her taut little body, running my hands all over, feeling her cunt, he taut ass, and then fondling her tiny breasts until the nipples popped erect once again. 

“Michael,” she whispered. “Are you gonna tell Mollie we did this?” 

“I dunno,” I said truthfully. “I probably should. This kind of secret would be hard to keep, especially while you’re still here over the next two weeks. What do you think? She’s your sister.” 

“I know,” she said with some chagrin. “But I don’t know how she’d react.” 

“I’m not sure either,” I said honestly. “On the one hand, she and I both think sex is normal and fun and shouldn’t be kept hidden. At the same time, she told me once she wished she had learned how to make love when she was a whole lot younger.” 

“When did she learn?” 

“When she was fourteen,” I replied. “From some guy she barely knew. She said he was a self-centered jerk, but she learned a lot.” 

“That’s younger than me!” Emma said enthusiastically. “And I’m learning from someone she knows and trusts.” 

“That’s right. But on the other hand, you are her baby sister, and she might feel a bit protective.” 

“I don’t need protection!” Emma insisted. “Not from you. I want you to keep teaching me.” 

“What else do you want to learn?” 

The young girl looked down at the prick she was cradling in her fingers. I was almost fully erect again. Emma smiled and looked into my eyes. “Will you teach me how to . . . FUCK?” That final word almost echoed through the room. 

“Really?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting her to want to move this quickly. 

“Uh huh,” she replied, stroking my cock a little harder now. “I really want to feel what it is like to have this bad boy up my pussy,” she said squeezing my almost fully erect shaft. 

I hesitated for a nanosecond, and then pulled the young girl close. “Okay. I’ll fuck you. But first, I want to kiss you.” I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. She tasted fresh and sweet and I pressed my tongue against her lips until she opened her mouth and let it in. She moaned as we Frenched each other. I dropped one hand to her crotch and began to explore her virgin pussy once again. She was very wet, and obviously ready. I gently probed a fingertip into her vaginal opening. She tensed briefly, then relaxed, letting me do as I pleased. Once again she reached for her phone, and this time she hit the video option and she placed it on the side table aimed at our lower bodies. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” I said, rolling on top of her. “It might hurt a little bit, but that won’t last long and then it’ll begin to feel REALLY good. But if you want me to stop, you just have to say so.” Emma nodded and spread her legs as I settled between them. My cock was now rampant with desire. Grabbing it with one hand, I placed the head right against her pussy lips and began rubbing it up and down. “Mmmm,” she whined. “That feels awesome.” I rubbed some more until the head seated itself between her lips, right at the entrance to her virgin cunny. 

“Alright, now just relax and I’ll push inside,” I said as soothingly as I could. Pushing slowly but firmly, the head of cock began to work its way inside the young girl. I felt her tense up, so I paused and lowered my head to kiss her. She kissed me back hard, probing her little tongue into my mouth. I felt her relax and pushed harder until suddenly my whole cock head entered her virgin quim. 

“AHHH!” she whined, wincing in pain. 

“Hold on now, Emma,” I soothed. “I’m almost in. One more push…” I pulled back slightly, then leaned into my next thrust, feeling my cock tear through her hymen and push a few inches into her no longer virgin pussy. 

“OWWWW!!!” she screamed, tears now beginning to flow. I stroked her hair and reassured her the worst was over, loving the feeling of her pulsing little cunny rippling around my prick. I didn’t move for a minute or two, letting the young girl get used to the feeling of a hard cock inside her. Gradually she relaxed again and I slowly began to pump in and out, just a little bit at a time. She continued to moan, but it sounded as if it was now less painful. 

“I’m inside you now Emma, and the pain will start fading away,” I whispered into her ear. “Relax, sweetheart. Just relax, and you’ll begin to enjoy it.” The girl nodded and gave me a weak little smile. I continued to pump slowly and gently, and before long Emma began to move her hips in rhythm. Her moans of pain stopped and now she was giving out little mewls of pleasure. “See, baby?” I said. “It’s feeling better now, isn’t it?” 

Emma nodded. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and gleaming, and the look of lust had returned. She reached up her arms and pulled me down for another kiss. I kept rocking my hips, moving my cock slowly in and out, going deeper each time. She moaned around my tongue. “I feel…” she said as she broke the kiss, “I feel so…full! It feels…the BEST!” 

“I knew you would like it as much as Mollie,” I said, forcing another inch of my rampant cock into the girl. 

“I’m a hot…hot little minx, aren’t I? ” she stammered with a grin. 

“That you are!” I said, laughing. Now I began to really fuck her. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. Emma grunted as I plunged deeper and deeper. She was rolling her little hips now, forcing her pussy deeper onto my cock. “Nngghh!” she cried when I finally plunged fully into her, my entire length absorbed inside her motivated cunt. I had never felt anything like it, soft yet so tight it was almost painful. I held my prick fully inside, letting it bask in her glorious warmth, then once again began to pump slowly and deeply. 

“OH! OHHHH! OHHHHH!!” Emma screamed as an orgasm rippled through her skinny body. She twitched and jerked on my cock, but I didn’t slow down, continuing to fuck this girl with passion . . . just like she wanted. I had already come twice, so I was able to last a long time. We were both huffing and puffing now, Emma mewling and crying, her bare pussy getting redder as I continued to pound into her. 

Finally, I felt it. It was coming. A big one. I could feel it throbbing in the base of my cock. All I wanted to do was bury it deep inside the girl and hold it there, filling her pussy with my hot cream, but then discretion took over. I didn’t want to get her pregnant. I pumped three or four more times, holding it in deep, and another orgasm raced through her. “AHHHH!!!!!” she screamed. 

I pulled out, my throbbing cock gleaming with her juices, and grabbed the shaft, aiming it up her body. Suddenly a huge gob of hot sperm shot out of the tip, flew up her body and landed with a splat on the tip of her nose. It left a trail down her neck and onto her heaving chest. Another jet of semen shot out, landing on her tits and belly. Then another and another. I was spraying come all over the naughty girl. Emma screamed in ecstasy as I covered her naked little body with my cream. I realized I was screaming too as I continued to spurt. Then I suddenly heard another scream. 

“OH MY GOD!! MICHAEL!! YOU’RE FUCKING MY BABY SISTER!!” It was Mollie. She had returned from her trip early and stood in the doorway, a look of total shock on her face. I was still shooting sperm. I couldn’t stop. It was all over Emma’s chest, belly and pussy. The young girl turned her head and smiled at her big sister, a big glob of cum dangling from the tip of her nose. Mollie’s eyes got even bigger, then slowly, her look of shock turned into a broad grin. “THAT IS SO HOT!!!” she cried, pulling off her t-shirt and running over to the bed, her pert breasts quivering. She looked at me, then down at her sperm-covered little sister. Lying down next to her, she leaned over and kissed Emma hard on the mouth, smearing my semen all over her own face in the process. “Oh, Emma!” she cried, breaking the kiss. “I’m so glad! Did you like it?” 

“YES! YES!!!!!” squealed the young girl. “I wanna do it more!!!!” 

I got off the bed, my cock finally beginning to deflate, and watched the two sisters hug and kiss. Mollie began licking up my cum from her sister’s face and chest and then worked her way lower until she hovered over Emma’s puffy, red cunt. Emma screamed in pleasure when Mollie began lapping up the drips of cum from her pussy. And it was still the first day of Emma’s visit! It was going to be an interesting two weeks. I leaned over and turned off the camera phone. I couldn’t wait to watch it later with Mollie. 

Weekend Party 

It took Emma a few days to allow her recently “fucked pussy” to feel better. Mollie and I continued to fuck daily as usual, and for some reason we both kept referring to what I did with Emma. Although it did not take much for Mollie to get into the mood, we often borrowed the videos we took with Emma’s phone to get fully aroused. I was especially turned on by Mollie’s excitement, each time she viewed it:

“I can’t believe the quality of this movie,” she remarked, “Every girl should have a video of their first blowjob. Look at all of the cum that shoots out from your cock . . . all over her face and titties. What a great tutor you are!”

But little did I know the plans Mollie had for Emma at our weekend party. It was common for a group of us . . . usually 10 or 15 people to gather together, smoke dope or take other drugs, get naked and fuck for hours. We were supposed to start around 8:00, but Mollie wanted to start early since she was curious what Emma had learned from our previous session when she went to buy dope. 

Mollie looked over at Emma. “And how are you feeling, my darling little sister? Has that pussy of yours recovered yet from Mike’s long cock?” 

Emma grinned. “I’m great, sis. It feels much better. Thanks. Thanks a lot.” 

“For what?” 

“For letting me come down here. For letting me smoke pot with you. And for not going ballistic when you saw me and Mike together.” 

“Well, if you’re going to learn about drugs and sex, I’m sorta glad it’s with Mike and me instead of some jerks. And Michael does have a nice cock, doesn’t he? I don’t mind sharing it with you.” Mollie stood up and came over to where I was sitting on the couch with Emma along my side. 

“We are expecting some friends over tonight Emma. You heard me tell you, we love to fool around while we are smoking dope and taking our clothes off and stuff. Would you like to join us this evening?”

“That would be awesome! I just don’t want to get in your way.”

“Not gonna happen girl. In fact, I already told everyone you would be here and they couldn’t wait to see and touch that freshman high school girl’s young body,” said Mollie. Emma must have been somewhat aroused by her sister’s words as I noticed her stiff nipples were beginning to show themselves against the white top she was wearing. Since Mollie had outlawed bras for her sister during her visit, Emma’s chest was looking very desirable. I was now sitting in the middle of the two sisters. 

“I’d like to have a little appetizer before our guests arrive. So how about you (and Mollie reached over and gently cupped my crotch . . . as she began to squeeze it suggestively) whipping out your love toy for us to sample? In fact, why don’t you stand up and have Emma pull down your shorts so we can begin. 

“I can’t wait . . . but can we smoke a joint first?” suggested Emma. 

“Great idea sis, but while I roll it, I want to watch you strip my boyfriend buck naked.” Emma turned red with embarrassment. This was a much different situation than when we were alone the other night. Mollie noted her hesitation, but what Emma didn’t know is how horny her sister was getting . . . thinking about what she had planned. Mollie loved to have my 8” cock on display. Especially with everyone else still dressed. Almost like a prized gift. I got up and stood directly in front of the young girl. Meanwhile Mollie was finishing up rolling the first joint.

“Come on now, Emma . . . unbutton his pants . . . and let his favorite friend come out and say hi.” Mollie lit the joint, took a quick toke, and leaned over to pass it to her sister. Emma had slid over slightly on the couch so that she was directly in front of me. 

“Take a nice long toke girl . . . and get yourself ready for tonight’s ride of your life,” said Mollie. Emma had learned how to take in the smoke much better than her first try. Her sister had saved this special bag just for this evening. It was guaranteed to send everyone to the moon. Emma held in the smoke for more than 30 seconds and handed me the joint. 

“We want Mike’s cock to be nice and long sis . . . so I want you to roll up your top so that he can see those titties you are hiding. Go ahead . . . give us a little show.” The young girl finally exhaled and found the hem of her top inside her shorts and slowly rolled the material up past her belly button and then up further until the base of her titties were showing. From my view, this act was serving its purpose, as my throbbing cock quickly pushed out the front of my shorts, just as her sister had predicted. 

“Keep going you little minx . . . we want to see those stiff little nipples,” she said. 

Emma waited for a moment for her sister’s words to sink in. The dope was so potent; she was hallucinating for the first time. As I just stood there, admiring her beautiful facial features and her shoulder length blonde hair, which was pulled up into one of those sloppy ponytails, she stood up and moved forward and began to kiss me. Our lips met, and instantly, she embraced me around my waist as I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed for what seemed like a half an hour, but was nothing more than 30 seconds.

We pulled away, as she proclaimed “This dope is way over the top sis.” I took the joint from Emma and duplicated her long drag and handed it to Mollie. She laughed and proceeded to down almost a third of the joint herself. 

“Get him hot Emma,” chirped Mollie as she watched her sister in action. It was my turn to hallucinate as I looked down at the young girl. Our lips met again, this time, it was even more intense than before. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, dancing around in each other’s mouths. My hands moved up and down the small of her back, but eventually ended up on her incredibly perfect ass. As we pulled away in order to grab a breath, she held on to my bottom lip with hers, and gave it a slight bite. 

After the quick gasp for air, our lips locked again. This time, I found my right hand on her bare waist and quickly guided it up her left side toward her small, but perfectly shaped breast. I cupped my hand around it easily, massaging it lightly. Still passionately engorging ourselves, she took her left hand and guided mine back down her flat stomach to where she had rolled up her top. She then gracefully slipped my hand under her shirt, moving it back up her warm, flawless body, to her bare breast. 

Our lips pulled away from each other once again, but this time, it was to remove her shirt. After I pulled the shirt from over the top her head, revealing her erect nipples, she took a step back and removed the elastic band that held her ponytail in place. After her hair fell just above her shoulder blade, she quickly shook her head, and then gave me an intense come-hither stare. 

Naturally, I couldn’t resist, and began kissing her neck. Slowing down a bit, I drifted toward her tits. I slowly began sucking on her nipples, as my hand began massaging the other breast. She gave off a slight moan as I lightly nibbled on the tip of her boob.

“Oh god. That feels . . . so good,” said Emma.

“You guys make me hornier than a porn flick,” whispered my girlfriend as she began to rub her hidden pussy. 

I switch from one breast to the other, and began the process anew. She lets off another moan. 

“Oh yeah, suck my tit. It feels sooo good…” 

She says it in such a sexy way that I remembered I had my own needs… 

Luckily, she remembered too. 

She slowly pulled my head up with her soft, silky hands, and planted another quick kiss on my lips. 

“I can’t forget my sister’s orders,” giggle Emma. 

Without averting her eyes from mine, her hands had found my zipper, and she quickly removed my pants. Both my pants and my boxers hit the floor, and I kicked them aside as I removed my shirt. As I did this, Emma grabbed my rock-hard cock in her hand, and my balls in the other. Next thing I knew, she has her lips around it, and she’s using one hand to fondle my sack.

Mollie stands up dipping her fingers into her shorts and offers me a toke of the joint. I inhale it deeply and look back down at Emma. She slowly moves her mouth up and down my shaft, running her tongue along its length, and toying with the head, flicking it and circling it every so often. She removes her mouth for a moment to lick the pre-cum slowly building off my blood-engorged head. 

“Mmmmm… You taste really great! I know why my sister can’t get enough of this cock.” 

She places my cock back in her mouth, this time forcing her mouth half way down the shaft. I slowly rest my hands on her head and I begin moving her head steadily up and down. I remove my hands, and she begins stroking my cock and places my balls in her mouth. I let off a moan of pleasure, as her tongue playfully moves around my sack. 

She then begins to run her tongue up and down the shaft again, slowly building me towards climax. She begins sucking me full on again, as I prepare to cum. 

Sensing my approaching climax, she removes my cock from her mouth and begins stroking it. I let of a final moan, as I shoot four jets of cum onto her face and bare chest. 

“Oh Emma, you’re so fucking awesome.” 

“Mmmm… Anything for my sister’s boyfriend,” she smiled looking over at Mollie through the streaks of cum dripping down her face. 

She walks off to the bathroom to clean up and I lean down to put back on my shorts. 

“Tell you what . . . the guys should be here pretty soon . . . let me put your clothes in our bedroom.” On her way back, there is a knock on the door and she goes over to answer it. About the same time, Emma comes back . . . her clothes back in order with her hair in a ponytail. She looks even younger that way I said to myself getting an erection once again just watching her.

“Come on in guys . . . glad you could make it,” said Mollie. Emma looked over and immediately saw four very handsome guys entering the living room. She noticed that Mollie had rolled several joints and she decided to light one up as she was daydreaming about what might be in their pants. 

One thing for sure . . . Emma now continually fantasized about boy’s cocks. She knew Mike’s was one of a kind being that long, but just the unspoken control she had manipulating and sucking boy’s shafts was very addicting. Little did she know that her fantasies were about to cum true. 

For the next several minutes she sat by herself smoking her joint. All of a sudden Mollie came up, somewhat freaked her out, regarding the suddenness of her entrance and introduced the guys to her. She met Sam, Frank, Tony and another Mike. They all said “Hi” but for some reason created a small semi-circle around her. 

“You remember me saying we like to have fun together, right sis?” asked Mollie. She nodded her head, but was curious about the gleam in her sister’s eyes. 

“Tonight these boys have volunteered to give you an experience you will never forget.” Emma noticed the boys were quickly sharing a couple of joints in front of her. 

“Oh really,” said Emma smiling. “Like the one Mike gave me a couple of days ago?” she asked and then turned pink with embarrassment realizing what she had said.

“Actually . . . much more satisfying than that,” she said, “but in a way along the same lines. Are you ready for Emma’s Naughty Adventure?” asked Mollie.

“I guess so,” said Emma curious about that label. 

“Good . . . let me get behind you for a second,” she said. Emma looked back up at the boys and noticed their eyes were all dilated from the potent dope. All of a sudden, Mollie’s hands slipped down her sides and she whispered in her ear, “Time to show these boys your cute little titties Emma”, and before she knew it, her top was tossed aside and her bare breasts were being inspected by eight eager eyes. She immediately tried to cover herself up, but Mollie had other plans. 

She grabbed Emma’s hands and pulled them over her breasts and brought them upwards to the top of the couch. From somewhere, a broom was centered over her head and her wrists were zip-tied and looped over the broom. In this position, her titties were thrust forward for each of the boys to see and she had no way of covering herself up. Secretly her hidden pussy began to leak with total excitement. 

The eager girl looked up and one by one, each of the boys were unzipping their pants. Just like in the fantasy she was having about them minutes before, every boy unhooked the top of his denims, slipped his fingers into his underwear and within seconds, Emma was looking at four perfect cocks, each slowly growing to full erection. Seeing one cock was arousing for her, but having 5 cocks, including mine inches from her face was truly exciting. 

Emma’s emotions slowly changed and almost like a dream she inspected each cock and began to get more and more excited. They were of different lengths and thicknesses and for the first time she saw a boy’s shaft that was not circumcised which was a novelty she was interested in sampling. In the background she heard her sister say . . . “Emma meet Sam’s cock.” The first boy mounted the couch and straddled her body. What was once a very stiff shaft that she saw several feet away, was now inches from her face. 

She watched the boy grab the base of his cock and then slowly rub it over her forehead, down one cheek and then gently over her lips. His balls were dangling around her chin. Without thinking Emma rubbed her lips back and forth against the glans of the boy and soon stuck out her tongue and began to coat the head with her saliva. Being slightly restrained with her hands over her head made this even more exciting to the young girl.

In the background, she heard her sister say, “NEXT” and Sam got off the sofa, still holding and jerking on his cock and a longer shaft (Franks) took its place. But Emma was surprised because instead of rubbing his cock against her face like Sam, Frank moved the tip of his prick against her nipples. Balancing his efforts, he rubbed his shaft back and forth across both of her small breasts, making her buds fully erect. The boys precum had begun to leak out as it began to coat her nipples. This lasted a few minutes and then once again her sister had the boys alternate. 

With her arms still tied above her head, Tony gently pulled Emma closer to him. She looked down at the thickest of the five cocks and truly wondered what it might feel like running up her love tunnel. This very horny boy moved his body close to hers and began to rub his cock up against her shorts and more specifically her concealed pussy underneath. Up and down he rubbed his massive shaft against her barely hidden and now very moist cunt. She closed her eyes as she felt his cock excite her clit underneath.

Once again, she heard her sister’s voice and the final boy took Tony’s place. This second Mike was the handsomest of all and with a smile on his face, he looked down at her, unsnapped the button on the top of her shorts, pulled down the zipper and spread apart the sides. He snuck his thumb into the opening, and gently rubbed her pussy underneath. Emma was literally on fire with excitement as she watched the uncircumcised boy, insert his fingers into the sides of her shorts and panties and slowly pull everything off so that she was totally nude except for her white socks and shoes. 

She expected her sister to say something, but all eyes watched as the tall boy knelt down in front of her. Spreading her legs apart, he grabbed his cock, pulled back his outer skin . . . displaying the pink hidden head underneath and he moved forward, laying the underside of his shaft onto her now dripping pussy. He moved his hips back and forth, making sure to further excite her clitoris. Then just to tease her, he aimed the tip of his cock into her moist pussy lips and drove just the head inside an inch or two and then back and forth for several seconds. 

“Times up, boys,” said her sister. “Would you like me to cut off that zip tie holding your wrists together or do you like to be bound like that?” she asked. Emma had to honestly think for a moment before she responded. At first she was totally freaked out at what Mollie had done to her . . . binding her hands as she did. But being somewhat helpless turned out to be quite a turn on as each of the boy’s cocks teased her.

“I want to be untied, so I can use my hands and give pleasure to all your friends,” said Emma. I found some scissors and cut through the zip tie. Emma surprised everyone and asked “What’s next?”, unconsciously moving her fingers to her twat and gently rubbing. 

“My Mike gave you some lessons a few days ago, but during his foreplay, he neglected to demonstrate the quickest way to excite a boy. So I want you to scoop up a bunch of Vaseline from this jar (that magically appeared) and get your hands all slippery. Emma unscrewed the large jar, dipped three fingers inside about an inch or so and came out with generous amount of the oily jelly on her fingertips.

“Now rub your hands together so that they are all covered.” Everyone watched as the young girl followed Mollie’s instructions. When she was finished, Emma showed her hands . . . now almost a quarter in thick in Vaseline. 

“Before we begin,” said Mollie and before continuing, she surprised everyone by stripping off her top and displaying her beautiful breasts. “I want you to rub some of that Vaseline all over my tits.” Emma shook her head at this suggestion, being somewhat embarrassed to touching and rubbing her sister’s titties with everyone watching. But receiving the stare from her sister, indicating “let’s get going” she reached over and began to coat her sister’s breasts with the jelly. As her fingers spread the ointment, Mollie’s nipples began to grow. Emma could not help herself as she playfully pinched her sister’s buds between her oily fingers. 

“That’s perfect sis. Now Michael . . . I want you to move that 8” cock of yours up and down my tits.” I had been watching all of the action she had be orchestrating, but her request certainly caught me by surprise. I walked over, still buck naked in front of her and watched as she pushed her breasts together and bending slightly down, I carefully inserted my throbbing cock into the tight valley she had created. Soon my glans was fully aroused as I moved my big cock up and down. I couldn’t help myself as I continued to jerk my erect shaft up and down and in between her titties. 

Since my cock was so long, when I moved upward the tip came up to her mouth, and she quickly “O’d” the head with her lips and tongue. With everyone watching we continued to “titty fuck” with her fantastic cocksucking option. I warned Mollie I was about to blow, but she remained silent. On my next upwards path, a huge gob of hot cum hit her chin and everyone applauded.

“Cum on my titties, Michael,” said Mollie and three or four shots later, her glistening chest was covered in my spent juices, intermixed with the Vaseline. I had aimed at her stiff nipples the most . . . and long strands of slimy goo dripped from those erect buds. It took both of us a few minutes to recover, but soon standing up in front of Emma, Mollie was back leading the events.

“Like us Emma, boys love to masturbate, and most of them use some type of lubricant on their hands, just like you have on yours right now. Up until now you have had only one partner in your lovemaking. Tonight we are going to watch you navigate several at the same time. Sam and Frank I want you two to move up and get on either side of my little sister.” Both boys immediately followed her lead, still gripping their cocks and positioned themselves just outside of her legs.

“Now move those very stiff cocks close to Emma, so that she can grab them,” she said. With little effort they moved slightly forward and the young girl was now looking at two very erect organs, just a few feet away. She knew everyone was watching her as she gently opened her jelly covered hands, curled them slightly and then inserted their cocks into that opening.

“Good girl. Now squeeze those cocks just a little bit, and boys I want you to ram into those squeezed hands for us.” Immediately the boys surged forward and then back and began a rhythm going, as if they were fucking their girlfriends. Emma was smiling as she knew the pleasure her tight held greasy hands were providing for the older boys. In and out they moved their hips, fucking the girl’s hands at the same time. She was expecting them to spray her any minute as their pace quickened. 

“As you probably know, Emma . . . you are providing a double handjob for these young men. But, they are only two parts of tonight’s quadrophenia event. You have two delightful holes that I am sure are very eager and waiting for two more very stiff cocks. Gentlemen, back off for a second and let good ole Tony get greased up by my little sister.” Emma was trying to follow her siblings plan and she was actually disappointed that the guys had to back away. She was truly anticipating those cocks to shoot hot cum from both sides onto her face and naked body.

Tony moved directly in front of the girl, and still having her fingers fully drenched with Vaseline, she knew what was expected of her and she used both hands to move up and down his eager shaft coating it liberally. The guy began to moan in pleasure as Emma began to squeeze his shaft, just like the other boys wanting him to enjoy her efforts. Emma closely examined his extremely thick, long cock . . . much thicker than every other one she had seen before, even in movies and fantasized about the satisfaction and in some cases discomfort other girls had endured in the past, while this shaft fucked them. 

“Good enough Emma. We certainly don’t want Tony to shoot off too early. Now sis . . . I want you to grease up that hot little pussy of yours for us.”

“In front of everyone?” she asked.

“Of course. We want to watch you get all lubed up as we move towards our quadrophenia climax. Here take a few more tokes off this bong, to get you in the mood,” she suggested. Emma nervously leaned over and put her mouth on a bong that resembled a guy’s cock. Everyone cracked up as she opened her lips like it was a real prick and she was cocksucking. Holding in the smoke for many seconds, she slowly blew it out and then brought her hands down to her wet pussy. She moved forward on the couch so that her cunt was slightly off the cushion and she began to lubricate her lips. She was truly high as a kite, as everyone watched her playfully stuck two and then three fingers into her pussy and grease the entrance.

“Enough of the preliminaries . . . folks. Now for the main event. We are so happy my little sister is here with us, that we want to make this evening a very memorable time for her. So sis, for just a second, I want you to get off the couch and let Tony take your place.” No one knew exactly what was going to happen, so Tony looked around at first and then sat down on the leather couch. 

“It’s no secret my sister had a very unforgettable night with my boyfriend a few days ago. As you know from watching the video on her phone, she lost her virginity that night, and I loved the fact my Michael was the person who fucked her. Tonight . . . Tony is going to take over as lead in our quadrophenia event. But now, I am going to blindfold my sister and give her instructions as to what to do next.” Mollie located a long piece of black cotton fabric and curling it around a few times, placed it over her sister’s eyes and then tied it up behind her head. “Can you SEE anything Emma?” she asked.

“Not really,” she admitted, getting a bit paranoid, not being able to see what was happening.

“Good . . . now I am going to move you backwards a few steps and then I want you to kneel down for us.” Mollie and I moved on either side of her and then pulled her back towards the couch. We then reached down and pulled her legs apart and lowered her down right onto Tony’s huge thick cock. Emma began to object, realizing that she would be impaled by the one cock she was worried about. Slowly the boys head and then shaft moved into her tight love lips, with her moaning with each inch entering her body. Finally, her tight little ass was up against his body. She had begun to sweat, which actually was making her body even more attractive for the audience around her. 

“Reach out your hands, Emma,” said Mollie and her sister followed her instructions. “You need to find those two cocks that you were jacking off earlier and start with them again.” The boys moved forward and soon her fingers and inside of her hands were doing their magic. Emma couldn’t believe was servicing three cocks at the same time! Back and forth the boys began to push with their cocks. At the same time, she lifted up slightly and began to move her ass up and down, ramming the thick cock into her again and again. For several minutes, she serviced the boys and then her sister stopped the action. 

“You still have an opening sis, that needs to be filled, and Sam is going to help you out, but I want you to see what four cocks look like, going into your body.” Emma felt the knot being undone behind her head and soon a blast of light appeared. And not only that, Sam’s uncircumcised cock was sticking out right in front of her, inches away. He had moved in between the two other boys, whose cocks she still had in her hands. Emma stared at the long shaft with the foreskin covering the tip. She thought to herself, sucking this one, without using her hands was going to be quite a challenge. 

“I love all your cocks! And I can’t wait to get started, ” she wailed. The next thing I remember was watching all four guys beginning to move. Sam was first as he inserted his cock right into her mouth. She covered his foreskin with her lips and drove it into her mouth a few inches. Up and down she drove his shaft and then, she slowed down and tried something rather tricky, especially without the use of her hands, since they were busy. She tightened her lips at the front of his cock, and with his help, and adding extra pressure, she moved the foreskin off the head of his cock and his glans was now being exclusively sucked by the sides of her lips. She had successfully moved the foreskin back and her wicked tongue was now causing incredible satisfaction for him. In and out he began to fuck her face. 

At the same time, Tony was getting into a rhythm ramming his cock into her drenched pussy, to match the cocksucking movement going on above. Soon the four of them were moving like a machine. Emma was watching Sam’s cock enter her mouth but at the same time she could look out and watch herself jacking off the boys with her hands. More friends had entered the room and soon couples were fucking and sucking each other as they watched Emma perform in front of them.

After a few minutes of heavy action, the boys began moaning and saying they were going to shoot their load. The first to get off was Tony. Emma felt his hot cum filling up her tiny pussy. Again and again he drove his thick cock into the young girl. Sam was next as he took his cock out of her mouth and began to navigate his shaft with his own hand. He screamed as he began to shoot hot streams of cum at Emma’s face. Once the two boys saw him erupt, they too began to shower Emma with their semen. 

All three boys continually zig-zagged their loads all over the girl. Her face, cheeks, hair and mouth were hit the most often and then the two boys on the side took turns ricocheting their cum all over her tits and stiff nipples. Tony must have saved up for a week as he continued to empty his load into her mouth. She was determined to catch it all, but after several minutes, it began to leak out. Emma was literally covered with boy’s cum and she was smiling as she began to gulp down their juices. 

Soon everybody was up dancing, or perhaps writhing is a better term, the sweaty, naked bodies undulating to the pulsing music. Emma was waving her arms over her head and I was sucking on her little titties, biting the nipples tenderly and tickling them with my tongue. Then we all wound up in a group on the floor, still writhing and kissing, eventually forming a daisy chain. I buried my face between Emma’s legs and began lapping at her bald little cunny. I felt someone’s mouth on my cock and knew right away it was Mollie. No one could suck like her, even when she was tripping. 

It seemed to go on forever. At some point, more people appeared. They were friends from down the street, a bunch of stoner guys and girls and soon they were naked too. The party spread out from just the living room. More joints were passed around, more wine was drunk, more pussies were fucked. I was fucking again, but it wasn’t Emma or Mollie or any girl I knew. But she was blonde and skinny and sweet and warm and moaned in pleasure as I plunged into her. She pulled me close and whispered into my ear. “This is the best party ever!” I nodded in full agreement.

Spending Oral Time with Sis and Her Boyfriend by stifflittlepoints

Introduction:

Let’s see what happens when a high school freshman visits her sister at college and learns how to suck cock and more.Thinking back on my days at MSU . . . I lived in an off-campus group house with my 18-year-old girlfriend Mollie and a bunch of other kids. We were into politics, though we weren’t as earnest as some of the more active types. We were more into drugs – weed, hash, all the psychedelics and even occasionally speed. And of course sex. We loved sex. Mollie in particular loved to fuck anytime of the day or night. She especially liked fucking while stoned, so that happened a lot. 

Anyway, sometime during the summer months we were in the bedroom together, naked as usual. We had smoked a couple of joints and she was sucking my long cock when the phone rang. She hesitated, then decided to answer it . . . but continued to stroke my shaft. 

“Oh, hi Mom. What’s up?” She gave me a puzzled look and a shrug of her shoulders. “Emma? Come here? Two weeks? Aw, I don’t know Mom. I…” Mollie stopped playing with my rod and now looked concerned. “Of course I miss her. I miss her a lot. It’s just…” 

This was not sounding good. Emma was Mollie ‘s sister, who was a freshman in high school . . . and it sounded like she wanted to visit. I had never met her before, but I knew that she was Mollie ‘s only sibling and they were especially close. 

“No, there’s no reason she can’t come down here…Oh Mom, no, we’re not doing drugs or anything like that…” Mollie looked exasperated. “Okay, okay. She can come . . . When? . . . Okay. How’s she . . . by train? Okay, we’ll meet her at the station…Yeah, I understand…love you too, Mom. Bye.” She hung up the phone, flopped back on the bed, and let out a big sigh. “Emma’s coming for a visit,” she said with a resigned look. 

“So I gathered.” 

Mollie rolled over and looked at me, her breasts giving a sexy little jiggle. “What are we gonna do? She just started high school. She certainly can’t see this.” She reached out and wrapped her fingers back around my cock. “She can’t see all the drugs we do.” 

I thought for a moment while my cock grew again in Mollie ‘s hand. “We’ll just ask everyone to keep it in their rooms while she’s here, I guess. No drugs in the living room.” 

“And no group sex,” she said. 

“Not in the living room anyway,” I said with a laugh, reaching out to fondle her breasts. Her nipples immediately popped erect. 

“Mmmmm,” she moaned softly. “That feels nice. You feel nice.” She dropped her head into my lap and once again took the head of my cock into her mouth. That’s one of the things I loved most about Mollie – the ability to push uncomfortable things out of her mind and get back to what was important. 

“We’ll just have to play it by ear, I guess,” I said leaning back and enjoying my girlfriend’s talented mouth. 

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Two other girls, lived in the house along with their boyfriends, who changed from time to time. The girls were pretty hot, and I had sex with both of them at one time or another. Ours was a very open house sexually. Each girl had a main partner but felt free to mix and mingle. We also had a lot of parties, many of which turned into group orgies. Even when there wasn’t a party, the six of us would gather in the living room, the largest room in the house, and get high, listen to music, strip naked and fuck. Everyone would switch partners a number of times during an evening. It was a fun place to live, especially during the summer when classes were out. 

The girls were okay with Mollie ‘s little sister visiting, but the guys grumbled a bit. It didn’t matter. The house was in Mollie ‘s name, so when it came to it, she set the rules. Not that she was housemother or anything. Mollie was too stoned most of the time to take many responsibilities seriously. Neither did I for that matter. That’s why we made such a good couple. A little disorganized maybe. Lazy is probably a better word. Thankfully, Mollie ‘s parents were paying all the house bills, so we had very few worries. We both worked part-time on campus, Mollie in the library, me with the maintenance department, cutting lawns mostly. That brought in enough to keep us in food and drugs over the summer. 

When we drove my beat up old Volkswagen to the train station to meet Emma I didn’t know what to expect. Mollie had told me how close they were, so I guess I imagined Emma to be a miniature version of Mollie. She wasn’t. I snickered when I first saw the young girl come through the doors. Emma was thin, but very cute, with a sweet button nose and huge blue eyes and long blonde hair. 

“Emma!” she yelled, running into her sister’s arms. 

“Hi, squirt,” Mollie said, hugging hard. “Let me get a look at you.” She held her sister at arm’s length. “I bet Mom dressed you for the trip today.” 

Emma grimaced and nodded. “Mom has been imPOSSible this summer! She won’t let me wear what I want or see anybody or do ANYthing!” 

“Well, she let you come here,” Mollie said, smiling. She nodded over at me. “This is Mike, my boyfriend.” 

“Hi!” she said, giving me a wave. ” Mollie ‘s told me ALL about you. Mom doesn’t think you live together, but I know now that you do.” 

“You’re a sharp cookie,” I said with a grin. “Is that okay with you? That I live with Mollie?” 

“Sure! I think it’s cool,” she said brightly. 

“Thanks!” I gave her a wink and picked up the pink suitcase with flower decals on it. “I like your suitcase, by the way. It’s just my style.” Emma giggled at that. 

The two sisters chattered all the way back to the house. I learned that Emma was doing well in school, did not get along at all with her mother, tolerated her father, and idolized Mollie. I could tell that by the loving look in those big, innocent blue eyes. No one was home when we got back to the house. Emma looked around with a surprised look on her face. I wasn’t sure what she’d think. We weren’t slobs, but we weren’t real tidy either, and the house was old and a bit shabby. Certainly not the neat, tidy kind of house she was probably used to. Fortunately, no one had left any drug paraphernalia around, but I did spot some clothes strewn about, including a pair of panties on the floor next to the couch. Emma tittered when she saw that. “This place is so cool!” she finally said with a big smile on her face. 

“We like it,” replied Mollie. “C’mon, let me show you your room.” 

The only unoccupied room in the house was in the attic. It was a tiny finished room with a good bed and a dresser. It wasn’t well insulated and tended to get hot in the summer. Emma seemed to like it just fine though, given the way she bounced around the room. She flopped on the mattress and kicked off her shoes. “I like it here!” she proclaimed. “Maybe I’ll never go home!” 

Mollie chuckled at the thought. “I’m sure Mom and Dad would have something to say about that. But you’re here now anyway, so let’s enjoy it. First, let’s get you out of those clothes and into something more reasonable. Mike, could you excuse us? Maybe you could go get the fan in the living room? I think Emma’s going to need it more than we do.” 

They weren’t quite done changing when I came back up the stairs lugging the floor fan. Mollie was just pulling a short t-shirt over Emma’s head and I got a quick view of the teen’s emerging small titties. She obviously was going to be a late bloomer, in the breast department. With her arms outstretched her titties looked like young apples. Still, the sight gave me a rush and put a smile on my face. Emma had brought a pair of Bermuda shorts, but Mollie just snorted and forbid her from wearing them, offering her a pair of denim cutoffs instead. They were a little big, but with a belt tightened around Emma’s skinny waist, they did the trick. 

“Ah, that looks better,” I said, setting up the fan in the window and turning it on. “And so do you.” 

Emma blushed at that, but she did look hot in my eyes, even for someone years younger. She was taller than most girls her age, with slim, coltish legs and feet that were slightly too large. The loose shorts rode low on her hips, exposing a good bit of her hipbone and flat belly. I could even see the top of her panties – pink ones with red hearts. Altogether, I found the young girl surprisingly appealing. 

“Now you’re ready for an East Lansing summer,” said Mollie. 

“Do I look like a college kid here on campus?” Emma asked with a grin. 

“Maybe” I said. And then out of the clear blue sky she asked her sister:

“Do you smoke pot?” 

Narrowing her eyes, Mollie answered after a pause. “What would you think if I said yes?” 

“I would think that was great! Some of my friends smoke dope back home, but I don’t dare do it with the way Mom and Dad are. ” 

Mollie and I again looked at each other. I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. “Might as well tell the truth.” 

“Might as well,” Mollie agreed. “Yes, Emma, we smoke dope. A lot. It’s fun and we like it.” “Can I try it?” the teen asked, with an eager, hopeful look on her face. I wasn’t sure how Mollie would respond. This was her little sister, after all. But then, we didn’t feel as if weed was at all harmful. In fact, we thought it was pretty beneficial, especially to our love life. 

“Do you really want to?” Mollie asked. 

“Yes!” Emma responded enthusiastically. “Please?” 

“Okay, but you better not ever even think about telling Mom and Dad.” 

“I won’t!” Emma said, shaking her head. “I promise!” 

Mollie pulled a leather pouch from her back pocket. “Alright, little sister, I’ll let you try it. But we’re going to hold you to your promise.” She removed a plastic baggie and some rolling papers, sat down on the mattress and began to roll a joint. Emma sat right next to her and watched closely. When she was finished, Mollie held up a beautifully rolled doobie. I was envious of her skill. My joints usually turned out looking like a hidden lump of hard candy twisted at both ends, but Mollie had the touch. “Have you ever smoked a cigarette?” asked Mollie. 

“Uh huh,” Emma responded with a frown. “I tried anyway. Me and Jeri got one of her Dad’s cigarettes and took it out in the woods out back and smoked it. It made me cough and I didn’t like it very much.” 

“To be honest, this might make you cough too. Weed can be harsher than tobacco, so you smoke it differently. With a cigarette you draw the smoke into your mouth and then inhale it. With a joint, you draw it directly into your lungs, but you take in air with it too and then hold it, like this.” She held up a match and lit the end, noisily drawing in a moderate hit, then passed it over to me. I did the same, demonstrating how much air to take in, and then passed it to Emma. She nervously held it up to her lips, then lightly inhaled. After a second her eyes got real big and then she coughed a small cloud of smoke. 

“See? Not too bad, huh?” asked Mollie, taking another hit, holding her breath for a few seconds, then exhaling. “Try it again. Just take a little bit at a time.” 

After a few tries the young girl got the hang of it. Her eyes began to get red and glassy as we passed the joint around. Sometimes first-time smokers don’t get high at all, but I could tell Emma was feeling it by the way her eyelids drooped and the ecstatic smile that began to form on her face. 

“Like it?” Mollie asked. Emma just nodded her head, then flopped back on the mattress and closed her eyes. 

“I think she likes it,” I said jokingly. “Maybe we knocked her out.” 

“No,” murmured Emma. “I just feel . . . kinda . . . ” 

“Mellow?” asked Mollie. 

“Yeah, mellow,” she said with a broad grin. “It’s nice.” 

“Well, why don’t you hang out up here for a bit? You should rest after your train trip. Maybe take a nap before everyone gets home and we have dinner. That’s what Mike and I are going to do. You’ve had a long day.” 

“Okay, sis,” Emma said, giving us a little wave as we left the room. Of course, Mollie and I had no intention of napping. All the time we were smoking the joint Mollie kept shooting me smoldering looks that let me know what she had in mind. She was already peeling off her t-shirt when we got to our bedroom, jumping on me as she swung the door halfway closed behind her. She kissed me passionately, snaking her tongue into my mouth. 

“Wow, you’re really hot!” I exclaimed as we broke the kiss and she tore at my shirt and rubbed her hands over my chest and stomach. 

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I am. I don’t know if it’s from getting high or having my sister around or what, but I sure want your cock. Right now!” She unbuckled my jeans and then pushed me back on the mattress so she could pull them off my feet. My cock sprang free as my hungry girlfriend stripped me naked. In a flash she was nude as well and scrambled down onto me. 

“Mmmm, I have the munchies,” she moaned, wrapping her fingers around my now fully erect prick. “I think I’ll snack on this.” Getting comfortable in between my legs, she slid her mouth over my cock head and began to give me a superb blowjob. Mollie was a true sexual animal. Over the past year she had developed from a hot college girl into a sensual glutton, reveling in the pleasures of the body, always learning, always willing to try something new. Drugs were a big part of it too. Mollie and I had fucked high on grass, acid, mushrooms, peyote, all sorts of downers, even crystal meth, and all of them just seemed to truly rev up her sex drive. 

“I’m hungry for a taste of you, too,” I said. “Get on top and let’s sixty-nine.”

“Mmmm, okay!” Mollie said brightly as she rearranged herself. Once again I felt her lips close over my cock head. Her pussy now hovered over my face, and I pulled her closer until I could swipe my tongue along her pussy lips. “Oh, that feels the best!” she enthused. “I love the feel of your tongue inside my pussy. You have such a talented mouth,” she laughed. 

“As do you, my dear,” I said, pulling apart her vaginal lips so I could probe my tongue even deeper. After we worked on each other for a while she crawled back up my body. “I want you inside me now,” she whispered, reaching back to grab my shaft and position it at the entrance of her cunt. She grunted with pleasure when she pushed her hips back and my cock slid into her. “Ahhhhhh!” she sighed. “This is what I want.” She began to hump, first slowly, then with more intensity. She was doing all the work. I just laid back and enjoyed the incredible rushes as Mollie rode my cock. Then my eyes caught a movement at the door. 

It was Emma. She was standing in the hallway outside the half-closed door, watching us fuck. She was obviously still high, her eyes heavy-lidded, her mouth hanging open. She seemed mesmerized by the sight. I was too stoned to react in any way other than to just smile at her. Her eyebrows shot up and she backed away once she knew I had seen her. I thought she was going to run back upstairs, but she didn’t. She just stood there, looking a little confused. Apprehensive, maybe. But then, after another moment she stepped closer again and gave me a weak smile and then a thumbs up. 

Mollie was moaning and humping away, her eyes closed, so she didn’t see her little sister at the door. I thought if Emma was going to stay and watch, we should really give her a show. I grabbed Mollie by the hips and pulled her up off my cock. She moaned in frustration. “We’re not done, sweetheart,” I said as I laid her on the bed. “Get on your knees and let me fuck you from behind.” 

“Oooh yeah . . . I like that idea,” Mollie said as she got into position. Her head was down so she still couldn’t see her younger sister watching from the doorway. My 8”cock had never been harder. It felt huge as I slowly pushed it into Mollie ‘s cunt from behind. “Ahhh!” she moaned as it plunged fully into her. “I love your COCK! I love it!” 

“Not so loud, sweetheart,” I warned. “You don’t want your baby sister to hear you.” I winked at Emma as I said it. 

“I don’t care!” Mollie laughed, huffing and puffing as I stroked into her. “She’s gonna learn someday, if she hasn’t already!” 

“I bet she has,” I chuckled. “She’s a hot little minx.” I gave Emma another smile as I continued place my hands on Mollie’s tight little ass and plow into her. Her juices lubricated my stiff member until it gleamed in the light. I knew I wouldn’t last that much longer, and for some reason I didn’t want to come inside Mollie. I wanted Emma to see a long stream of cum shoot out. “Your pussy feels so nice, baby, you have me ready to cum. Do you want me to spray it all over your face and mouth?” 

“You bet I do!” Mollie squealed, pulling away from my cock and spinning around until it waggled in front of her face. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she brought her lips to the purple throbbing tip. “I love the taste of your cock…and your cum. Shoot your stuff right on my tongue.” I looked up at Emma and the enthusiastic stare she was showing, encouraged me even more. 

“You got it,” I said, stroking my cock a few more times until I felt the first surge coming. My aim was a little off and the first jet of sperm shot out and hit Mollie on her upper lip and nose. She laughed, still holding out her tongue. The second and third blasts landed right on it and she moaned hungrily as it dribbled to the back of her mouth. Three more blasts shot onto her tongue before the stream began to slow. Mollie let it all gather there in a big pool, then looking right into my eyes, gulped it down in one swallow. “Mmmm, I love it, I love it, I love it,” she moaned, swiping her tongue around her lips. 

I looked over at Emma, whose eyes were wide as she watched her sister eat my big load. She saw me looking at her, gave me a crooked smile, then withdrew from the doorway and disappeared. 

Mollie rolled over and used her fingers to scoop up the sperm still on her face, and then licked it off. Then she lay back, still naked, and fell quickly asleep. Not me. I lay there, my cock still semi-hard, thinking of little Emma and what she had just seen. I quietly left the room and quickly took a satisfying shower. When I got out, I walked down the hallway past Emma, and of course I was still very naked.

“What did you think,” I whispered. She turned red with embarrassment and said:

“That was awesome. I loved watching . . . you shoot,” and then she mounted the nearby stairs to her room. 

—————— 

At dinner Emma got to meet the rest of the group. The girls were warm and friendly, but the guys were a bit standoffish. Emma chatted a little, but she was still pretty shy. All through dinner she kept looking over at me, giving me a sly smile. We had a secret now and it formed a bond between us. After dinner the guys disappeared and the girls went into the kitchen to clean up. Emma offered to help, but Mollie told her it wasn’t necessary since it was “their responsibilities”. The three of us sat on the sofa in the living room and talked. 

Emma could be a little chatterbox. She told us all about school, who she liked, who she didn’t and why. With her cute face and bangs and long straight hair, she looked the picture of innocence. But that wasn’t quite accurate. She turned out to be a pretty rambunctious, adventurous girl, and had gotten into trouble at school more than once. That made Mollie smile. “Just like her big sister!” she said proudly. 

The phone rang and I heard Mollie pick it up. A few minutes later she came into the living room and sat next to me. “Listen,” she whispered. “That was Frank, the guy that grows his own?” I nodded. “We can get two pounds of really wicked weed, but we have to go up and get it tonight. Since he’s my friend, I really have to go. Could you stay here with Emma?” 

“Sure,” I said with a nod. “If that’s ok with her?” Looking at her with a quick wink.

“Sure,” she said with a smile. “Since I guess I can’t go along this time.” 

Mollie shook her head. “What would Mom say if I took you and we got busted? I’d never hear the end of it!” She laughed and shook her head. “I should be back in three or four hours. The girls are going with me. Okay?” I nodded my head yes and once again inspected Emma’s titties in her T-shirt. 

The other two girls and their boyfriends decided to join the little expedition, and they quickly gathered their things and headed out the door. “You two have fun,” Mollie said as she waved goodbye. 

Emma and I were left alone in the house. Sitting next to me on the sofa, she smiled and I smiled back. I knew she was thinking about what she had seen earlier, and she probably knew I was thinking the same thing, but I don’t think either one of us really knew what to say. “Wanna get high again?” I finally asked. 

Emma nodded vigorously. “Can we go up to my room though? I like it up there. It’s away from all the action down here.” 

I laughed. “Sure, Emma. I look forward to being alone with you up there,” rather suggestively. 

“So do I,” she said, just as provocatively. 

She walked up the stairs ahead of me and I couldn’t help staring at her firm little butt. I almost reached out to caress those sweet cheeks, but held myself back. I was beginning to find this young girl incredibly sexy. It was warm in the attic room, so I turned on the fan. Emma plopped down on the bed, looking up expectantly. I sat next to her, reached into my pocket, and pulled out a little baggie with some dope and rolling papers. She watched attentively as I rolled a number, then laughed when I proudly held it up. “It’s lumpier than the one Mollie did,” she giggled. 

“Yeah, your sister is better than I am at it,” I replied with a grin. “She has a LOT of talents.” Emma smiled at that. I fired up the joint and we began to smoke. I watched her as we got high, admiring her attractive body and damned cute face. I turned on the radio for some music.

After passing the joint back and forth for a while I stood up. “It’s getting pretty warm in here. You don’t mind if I take off my t-shirt, do you?” I asked casually. The shy young girl turned slightly pink with embarrassment and shook her head as she took another long drag. I quickly peeled my shirt off and tossed it in the corner. “Ah, that’s better, I said, flexing a little bit. I was in good shape for a stoner, with a broad chest, flat abs and pretty muscular arms. All that lawn mowing, I guess. I could see Emma was checking me out. All I was wearing now was a pair of old denim shorts, and secretly . . . at least to her, no underwear. It was somehow thrilling to know I was almost naked with Mollie’s younger sister a few feet away from me. Knowing this my cock began to grow. 

By the time I put on the roach clip we were both pretty wasted. After a last few tokes I set the stub in the ashtray and leaned back on my elbows. Emma leaned back as well, and I noticed her little nipples were stiff and poking sexily from the front of her t-shirt. 

“So . . . ” I said casually. “What did you think when you watched us get very naughty earlier?” 

She gave me a stoned grin. “I thought it was VERY cool. I had never seen anyone . . . do that before.” 

“Not even your parents?” 

“Ewww!” she squealed. “No!” 

I just laughed. No kid liked to think about their parents having sex. “Well, I don’t mind that you saw me and Mollie. Did it look like fun to you?” 

She nodded. “It DID. Mollie seemed to really like it.” 

“Yes . . . she does. She likes it a whole lot. She fucks all the time, with me . . . and with the other guys too.” 

Emma looked surprised. “Other guys? Really?” 

I nodded. “Uh huh.” 

“Do you…” she dropped her eyes and blushed. And then she said so softly . . . I could barely hear her, ” . . . fuck . . . other girls too?” 

She looked back up at me and I grinned broadly. “Yes, I do,” I said proudly. “I fuck Nanci and Annie all the time, and plenty of other girls. Mollie and I both think sex is a wonderful, beautiful thing and humans were meant to enjoy it as much as possible.” 

A forlorn look crossed Emma’s face. “There’s just so much stuff I don’t know yet,” she admitted. 

“Hey, we’re friends now. So you can ask me anything and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” 

The younger girl sat up a bit and looked down at my crotch. “Well, I never saw a man’s…thing…before. I mean I did…I saw my Daddy’s once when he was in the bathroom…but it was small and droopy, not big and hard like yours was . . . when you were fooling around with Mollie.” 

“Your father probably wasn’t excited. A man gets big and hard like that when a girl gets him excited. Mollie gets me excited all the time. And talking to you like this is getting me excited right now. See?” I pointed at the growing bulge in my shorts. 

“Really? You’re getting excited now because of me?” She seemed pleased. 

“Well sure,” I said with a smile. “Talking about sex with a beautiful young girl is bound to get a guy excited.” 

“I’m not beautiful,” she said, shaking her head. 

“Say what? You’re a knockout! And I think you have a very sexy body. In fact, that’s why my cock is growing like this.” Emma blushed at that. “Aren’t you a little bit excited too?” I asked examining her stiff nipples. 

The teen girl nodded. “I feel all tingly and stuff,” she said softly. 

I reached out and touched my hand to hers. “That’s good, Emma. It’s good to feel that way.” She curled her fingers in mine. “Now, what else did you see that you have questions about?” 

“Well…” she said softly, hesitating before continuing. “Did you like it…when you were…licking…her?” 

“You bet!” I replied. “I love to eat out your sister. And she loves it too.” 

“What does it taste like?” 

“Every girl tastes different,” I said. “But to me, it’s special. And for a girl, it’s even more special. I’m told that having a guy lick you . . . if he’s good at it, can be an awesome experience. In fact, one of the most incredible feelings a girl can have.” I paused and gave her a smile. “Mollie thinks I’m good at it.” Emma tittered at that, squeezing my hand harder. 

“And did you like it when she…licked and sucked…your, um…your…” 

“Cock?” 

Emma smiled and then nodded. “Yes, when she sucked your…cock.” 

I couldn’t stop a broad grin from crossing my face. “Having a girl SUCK MY COCK is one of my favorite things in the whole world,” I said truthfully. “And it’s even better when the girl gets off on it too. And Mollie REALLY likes it, I can tell you.” 

“Does it taste bad?” Emma asked, a little sheepishly. 

“I’ve never tasted my cock,” I said, chuckling. “But Mollie says it one of her favorite flavors in the whole world.” 

“Really?” 

“Really. We both love oral sex. Guys and girls have been doing it for thousands and thousands of years. Cavemen even had oral sex!” I laughed. 

Emma smiled and seemed to be turning things over in her mind. All this talk now had me hard as a rock, and I needed to shift position a little to give my erection some room. 

“You’ve gotten even bigger!” she said, pointing down at my crotch. 

“It’s your fault, little lady,” I replied with mock seriousness. 

She giggled. “I’m sorry, but I really LIKE talking about this. You’re so easy to talk to. I think you’re a good teacher.” 

“I doubt the nuns who taught me in elementary school would think so.” 

The freshman giggled again. “Well, I don’t care. I think you’re a great teacher. In fact, I want you to teach me more.” 

“Like what?” 

“Everything!” 

I looked hard at the horny girl. Was she kidding? I didn’t think so. I think she wanted to learn about sex and she wanted me to be her teacher. “Everything?” I asked. 

She nodded. “I heard Mollie say I was going to learn sometime. So why not . . . right now?” she said almost seductively. That were the words I was waiting for. 

“Sooo . . . you want me to teach you, huh?” I asked sincerely. She gulped once, then nodded again. She had a look of expectation, almost longing. A little sheen of perspiration had appeared on her face and neck. She squirmed her thighs together. Yes . . . she was horny I thought. “Okay,” I finally responded. “I’ll be very happy to teach you.” My mind was suddenly racing. I had never had sex with a girl with so little experience, but with such an obviously horny interest. This was probably going to be her first time . . . and I was going to love every minute of it. “What do you want to learn first?” I asked placing my hands on her shoulders and looking straight at her. 

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “how about what we were just talking about.” 

“You mean oral sex?” 

Emma nodded, blushing a bit. “It looked like fun.” 

“It is. But first we’re going to have to get naked. Are you ready?” She smiled and nodded as I reached down to the hem of her t-shirt and began to tug it up. Without hesitation, she lifted her arms straight in the air and let me pull it off, exposing two proud small breasts. Inspecting them, I almost shot my wad. I wanted to cup and pinch her stiff nipples that were now openly teasing me. 

“There not very big yet,” she said sheepishly, looking down at her chest. Taking a big chance, I followed my fantasy and placed my hands over each breast. 

“I think they’re gorgeous,” I said. Emma giggled nervously. “I love small, firm ones, just like these.” I continued to caress her pert breasts with both hands. The nipples immediately popped fully erect. 

“Oh!” she gasped, “that feels awesome!” 

“It’s supposed to. This is one of a girl’s special places,” I said, rolling her stiff nipples between my fingers. Then I leaned forward and placed my lips over her closest breast and enthusiastically kissed her nipple, following up with a quick lick.”There are others . . . and I can’t wait to show you. Why don’t you stand up so we can get you out of those shorts?” 

Without any hesitation, Emma stood up in front of me, quivering slightly. She was trying to act cool, but I knew she was nervous. Actually, so was I. Snapping the button on her denim shorts, I pulled down the zipper, and then tugged them over her narrow hips until they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and I tossed them into the corner along with mine. Emma was now dressed in just her cotton panties, the little pink ones with hearts on them.

I smiled up at her, and saw the trusting look in her eyes, and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband and began to pull them down. As they slid downwards, my eyes were drawn to her naked pussy that I had just exposed. I wasn’t sure if she would have any pubic hair or not and I soon found out she had shaved and there was nothing there. There was just a hint of light fuzz on her mons, barely visible. The prepuce peeked out from her pussy lips, begging to be kissed. I’d soon get to that, but first I had to fondle her a little bit. I reached out and gently began to stroke the moist lips between her legs. I located her clit and began to manipulate it, in ways that I knew girls loved. 

“Ahhhh!” she moaned, shuddering as my finger slipped between her moist pussy lips and I began to stimulate her clitoris even more. 

“Mmmm, you’re good and wet down there,” I said. “That’s perfect. It means you’re getting all excited . . . and that makes me get very horny!” 

“Are you going to take off your shorts?” Emma asked, with a hopeful look on her face. 

“No,” I said with a grin, standing up and motioning her to sit down on the bed. “You are. Just be kinda careful pulling down the zipper, okay?” 

After sitting down, Emma giggled and reached up, unfastening the button and slowly pulling down the zipper. She spread apart the sides and my rock-hard cock poked out, aiming right at her face. “Oooh! You very naughty boy. You don’t have on any undies, ” she marveled as she examined her first adult cock up close. 

“Go ahead and touch it,” I said. “See what it feels like.” Emma reached out and tentatively wrapped the fingers of one hand around my pole. I couldn’t stop a little groan of pleasure when she gently squeezed. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked with a concerned look. 

“No, Emma. It feels great. Wrap your fingers around it and stroke it up and down for me.” The freshman girl did as she was told and began to pull up and down on my shaft. I was so excited I knew I would cum in seconds . . . if I let her continue. I didn’t want that right now . . . there was too much to show her first. I carefully moved her hand off of my rod, and she looked up with a disappointed look on her face.

“I don’t want to shoot my load just yet Emma. It’s time for me to do a little lovemaking. I want you to lean back on your hands, push your hips forward and open up your legs for me. I want to closely examine this tight little pussy of yours.” Emma shifted forward and assumed the position I had suggested. I got down on my knees in front of her and looked down and was fascinated by her glistening pussy just waiting for me. I reached out and gently spread her pussy lips with my thumbs. She whimpered a little, but I didn’t stop, bringing my face down until I was just an inch away. The aroma of her recent shower filled my nostrils and my cock lurched as I stuck out my tongue and gently tickled the tip of her clit. 

“AH!” she screamed. “Oh, wow!” “That’s the best. Please keep doing it!” I licked harder, lapping up and down with my tongue, and then coming back up to her clit. I tickled her clitoris again with the tip of my tongue.

“Ungggh!” she screeched. Whether it was because of the dope we smoked or not, Emma was soon very sensitive to this kind of stimulation. For fifteen or twenty minutes, I used every oral technique I knew, licking, kissing, sucking and gently chewing at her genitals. She whimpered and moaned throughout my lovefest. At one point she put her hands on my head and pulled me tight into her pussy, grinding it into my face. Then she wrapped her legs around my shoulders, lifted her hips upwards and writhed in pleasure. Finally, I caught her clit between my teeth and batted the end with my tongue tip until she was screaming and crying and having possibly her first real orgasm. Her entire body shook with relief and pure satisfaction. 

“Did you like that, Emma?” I asked reaching up and cupping her breasts. 

“Oh, yeah!” she said dreamily. “No wonder Mollie liked it so much. It was great! I wanna do that again!” 

“I’m sure we will, sweetheart,” I said, stroking her soft hair. “But now it’s your turn to make me feel just as great.” She smiled at my words and inspected my rock hard cock. “How do I make that happen?” she asked innocently. 

“First . . . let’s change positions. I’ll sit on the edge of the bed and lean back and you kneel down and get between my legs.” We quickly rearranged ourselves and Emma knelt in front of me, reaching one hand up to grab my shaft and bring her face to within an inch or two of my cock head. I could feel her hot breath on me, and it just made me grow harder. “Okay, the first thing is to get my hard cock all wet. But first, why don’t you start by kissing the end of it. But first, I want you to ask permission.” Emma backed away with an enquiring look on her face. 

“Huh?” she said. I was curious whether she would play along with a little dirty chitchat, which I loved.

“Go ahead, be polite,” I suggested. She smiled and looking at my long shaft and she said:

“Michael . . . can I kiss this for you?” she asked, still examining my stiff cock.

“What is it that you want to kiss, Emma?” I asked. She smiled and I could tell she was going to play along. 

“I want to kiss this big cock of yours,” she stated. I gently placed one hand on her head and with the other, I grasped the base of my shaft and tilted it so that it rubbed against her cheek, over her nose and then softly over her pink lips. She attempted to move back slightly, but my hand held her head in place as the underside of my cock moved along her lips. 

“Well, this guy would love that . . . so please do,” I said letting go of her head and watching how she pursed her lips together and then placed a kiss on my glans. 

“Take a hold of my cock at the base, Emma . . . and ask me what else you might want to do with it,” I whispered. Before she could say anything, I lowered my hands to her breasts, found her rigid nipples and began to gently squeeze them. Emma moaned and began:

“Can I lick your cock all over for a while?” she asked, truly enjoying my efforts on her nipples.

“Oh yes girl. I would love that,” I said. Keeping control of my cock at the base, I watched her tongue come out and just above where she was holding my 8” shaft, she began to lap all over the skin. She was paying special attention to the head as she twirled her tongue over and around it. Soon every inch was shiny with her spit. 

“I want to do like my sister, and SUCK your cock . . . if that’s ok, Mike” she asked.

“Look at me Emma,” I said. “Curl your lips like this over your teeth. Yup just like that. Now keep your hand on my cock below and lower your mouth over my big cock.” Probably taking mental notes earlier when her sister was sucking my shaft, the young girl aimed her open mouth over the tip of it and lowered down.

“YES . . . YES Emma. Move your head up and down and at the same time keep squeezing my cock and jacking it up and down.” I leaned back and to my joy, this younger version of her sister, slowly followed my instructions. I let her go at it for several minutes, and then I asked:

“Do you like sucking cock?” Momentarily she lifted her head, leaving a trail of saliva trailing down to my shaft. 

“I love sucking THIS cock. In fact . . . I think you can call me your favorite cocksucker.” I laughed at her dirty thoughts.

“You will need much more practice Emma, but right now, you certainly are my favorite cocksucker. Maybe later, you can suck other guy’s cocks for them and gain some more experience.”

“I would love that,” she said going down on my shaft once again. 

Moving her hand up and down, she stuck out her tongue, and began to run it all over the head of my cock. The feeling was incredible. She began taking long swipes up and down the shaft of my cock, obviously emulating what she had seen Mollie do earlier. “Oh, Emma,” I moaned. “That feels amazing. You’re doing really good!” Emma smiled looking up at me, then went back to work, licking up to the tip then all the way back down to my balls. Then she rubbed the head of my cock all over her lips before opening her mouth wide and slipping her lips over the top. She made a guttural sound in her throat as she took her first long, clinging suck on my rod. I felt her working her tongue all around the underside as she sucked. It felt exquisite. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “That feels incredible.” 

Emma popped the cock head from her mouth and let it rest against her lips as she looked up at me with a coquettish smile. “I like this, Mike,” she said. “I like it a lot.” 

“So do I,” I laughed. She popped the head back into her mouth and began sucking again, this time a little stronger. She moaned around the cock head, and then slowly sank her mouth further down until she had about half my length between her lips. “Oh, yeah!” I cried. “That’s the way. Now pump it in and out of those lips, just the way you saw your sister doing.” Emma began moving her head back and forth, pumping me with one hand while her lips clung to the shaft as it went in and out. She took more and more until she choked a little bit. She pulled back and looked up at me. “Sorry,” she said quietly. 

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” I reassured the young girl. ” Someday you’ll be able to take the whole thing right down your throat. You’re a natural at this.” Emma smiled again and went back to work. She really was good for someone with no experience. I could feel the rumbling in my balls and that meant my orgasm was approaching. “I’m going to cum soon, Emma,” I said. “Do you want to swallow it?”

The young girl pulled my cock out and held it with both hands. “You bet I do! But I want you to spray all over my face first,” she laughed and leaning over she found her purse on the floor, and quickly took out her phone and handed it to me. “Take my picture Mike.” I couldn’t believe what she was suggesting . . . so before she changed her mind, I immediately flipped her phone to video and aimed it up at her face . . . now hovering over my cock. 

“Here goes,” she shouted and she moved her hand up and down the slippery shaft and lowered her head. As soon as she said that, a big stream of hot sperm shot from the tip of my cock and landed on her forehead. She was laughing and screaming as she re-aimed my cock as another blast shot out and coated her lips.

She continued to wank on my rod as the third shot, landed on her outstretched tongue. Sticking out her tongue again, the last few smaller spurts landed right on it and a final blast went directly down her throat. I continued to keep shooting and told her to swallow all of it. She closed her mouth and quickly opened it back up and all my juices were gone. I stood up and holding my cock in my hand I began to rub my shaft all over her face, still capturing everything with her camera. Slowly my cock began to shrink in size. Emma knelt back, with her entire face covered with my juices.

“You drained me,” I said and a big smile came across her cum stained face. 

“Did I do it right?” she asked, running her tongue over her lips. 

“You sure did! That was great! Did you like it?” 

Emma continued smiling. “Yeah, I really did! I really liked it! Can we do it again?” 

“Not for a little while,” I said. “You wore me out. I need some recovery time. Let’s lay down for a few minutes.” She giggled at that, and then crawled up on the bed next to me, laying her head down on my chest. We snuggled for a few minutes, then she looked up at me and said softly, “Thank you, Mike. That was great. I want you to teach me more stuff.” And you will learn how that took place in the next chapter.