C’mon Sis, Let;s Fuck by Don’sdick

Introduction:

Edited and reposted to comply with age restrictionsC’mon, Sis… Let’s Fuck.

Cassidy had walked in front of Bill for the third time. It was Saturday and she was doing her assigned duty, dusting and vacuuming. 
Bill, on the other hand, was trying to watch a baseball game on TV instead of cleaning the bathrooms and taking the garbage to curb for the large container. 

Cass was wearing a t-shirt and panties, as she always did on weekends around the house. It had been her standard dress since she was a toddler.
Bill wore nothing but some cut-off sweat pants which reached half way to his knees.

As she began the back and forth pattern of cleaning the open carpet area, Cass’ eighteen year-old body was blocking his view of the game. Bill picked up a rubber band and waited to choose just the right target. When she turned her back, he drew it tight and popped her pretty little ass on the right cheek.

“OUCH! Damn you, Billy!” The handle of the vacuum cleaner hit the floor and she leapt for her brother. 
Billy, being just less than two years older, was a little quicker, gaining his feet and jumping over the back of the couch. He ran to the back door, knowing Cass wouldn’t follow him outside in her skimpy clothing.

“Shame on you, Cass, you’re not supposed to cuss. I might have to tell on you.” 
That was enough for her to keep on his tail as he ran out the door, trying to close it behind him. This time, she was fast enough to catch the door and slammed it behind her as she chased Bill across the yard.

“I’m not gonna just cuss you, Billy Parker. When I catch you I’m gonna kill you! That rubber band hurt, by God.” They circled two trees and the dog kennel, setting Bitsy into a barking mood. 
When Bill glanced back at Cass, he didn’t see the garden hose. His foot caught it and he flew ten feet before landing in the grass.

About the same time he stopped rolling, Cass jumped in the middle of his back, digging her fingers into his ribs. She knew he couldn’t stand being tickled and decided to take full advantage of the fact. 
Bill bucked and wiggled. He would push her hands away, but he would never hurt her.

As they wrestled in the grass, Bill would pull at the top of her panties, thinking she’d give up and run back into the house. Every time he’d jerk on them, she’d just pull them back up and resume tickling. He finally managed to get her on her back and pinned her arms to the ground.

Both of them were laughing hard, as they’d done many, many times. He reached back to her knees, where he squeezed just above her kneecaps, in that area where it’s hard to distinguish between tickle and pain. “You’re not supposed to be outside in your underwear, shame on you.”

Kicking her slim legs, she alternated between getting her knees out of his grasp and trying to pound him in the back with them. During another outburst of laughter, Cass warned him to get off her, “HAHAHA! QUIT! You better get off me, I’m about to pee my pants!”

“Tell you what, sis, I’ll let you up if you promise not to chase me. You can go pee, but when you get the vacuuming done, you clean the bathrooms, too. Deal?” Cass was about to protest, but she needed to pee… really bad. They had always kept their word, so she agreed to the terms, but began planning a… ‘I’ll get you back this evening’.

All their young lives the Parker children had been very good at learning manners, respecting others and caring for each other. Neither of the kids could remember having a serious argument with the other, although the mischief was always a part of their personalities.

Nora Parker worked six days a week as a waitress at a local diner. Through her years of dedication to the business, she had progressed to very good wages and wonderful tips from her faithful customers. Nora probably brought more money home than any two other employees, the exception being Lee Wang, the owner.

Often, Bill and Cassidy would walk the four blocks to have supper with their mom, but she never worried if they didn’t come. She had always been comfortable that they would be safe at home. On school nights, they would both be in their beds asleep when she got home from her late shift.

At thirty-two, Nora was very attractive, but declined many invitations to go out with men, some of whom she’d even known for a long while. She wasn’t stupid, however. About once a week, when she stayed after work, Lee Wang provided a nice ‘bonus’ of $200 for ten minutes in her pussy. His wife never knew…

It was eight-thirty and Cassidy had finished her chores, and Bill’s. At least three more hours before her mother came home, it was time to put her plan into action…

“Billy! Can you come help me? I’m in Mom’s room!” She slid under the bed and got ready. When Bill came into the room, she called out, “I’m under the bed and this box is stuck. If you can reach under here and get the other handle, I think I can push as you pull and we can get it out.”

His arm stretched under the bed and suddenly, his wrist was caught on something. Cassidy had clasped one end of handcuffs on him, the other end was clamped to the bedsprings. 
“What the fuck?”

Cassidy slid out the other side and said, “Awmmm… I’m gonna tell mom what you just said. She’s gonna have a fit when she gets home, anyway. You’re gonna be in so much, BIG trouble.”

“What’re you talking about? You’re the one who’s gonna get in trouble for trapping me like this. Besides, when I do get loose, I’m gonna kick your ass, girl.” His other hand was under the bed, trying to figure out how to release himself. Cassidy slipped up behind him and jerked his loose fitting shorts down to his feet.

The second she laid eyes on his rising cock, her mouth dropped open. It had never occurred to her that IT would be on display. She had only thought of him being bare assed when Nora got home. Now she didn’t know what to do next.

The cusswords were flying from Bill’s mouth but she was paying no attention to him. She did see him grab the waistband of his shorts, so she jerked them completely off and pitched them onto the bed. Finally, she told him she’d make a deal. 

“I’ll unlock the cuffs, but you do all the chores next Saturday, and nobody tells Mom anything about what happened today,” she gently pinched the head of his dick and added, “or tonight.” He agreed, she turned him loose and they both went to the living room… The Mentalist was on TV.

“I wish I could figure out what people were thinking. If I were Patrick Jane, I’d want to know if Teresa really liked me or not.” 

“Why?”

“Because, if she really did like me, I’d try to get in her panties.”

“Whaaaaaat?”

“Yeah, if I were a mentalist, I’d figure out who would put out and who wouldn’t. That way, I’d be able to … fuck… girls all the time.”

“Billy, you better be careful, if Mom ever hears you talk like that, she’ll lock you in your room for ten years.”

Bill looked at his sister’s eyes and smile. He slid his shorts down, exposing himself to her, on purpose this time, “C’mon, Cass, let’s fuck. You and me. It’ll be fun.”

Again, Cass couldn’t take her eyes off the stiff shaft, “Billyyyyy! We can’t….”

“Why? I never tell your secrets. You never tell mine. We can get naked and find out more about each other. Then we can fuck. I mean real fucking. C’mon, sis, how ‘bout it? We both need to know how to do it and we can teach each other. I know a website called XNXX where we can learn a bunch, too. C’mon, let’s do it.”

Cassidy stared at the first grown cock she’d ever seen. Every time she blinked, it seemed as if it grew longer and fatter. In addition, she discovered her hand was on her own mound, her fingers seeking her slit, through the fabric of her underwear.

“But, Billy, you’re my brother. I don’t think brothers are supposed to…” 

As she talked, Billy got to his feet and walked across the cushions, his dick in his hand, “Look how hard it is, Cass. If I don’t get some relief, my balls will start aching and infections have been known to set in. If you don’t want me to fuck you, would you suck me off?”

“Billy, I never said I didn’t WANT to fu… have sex with you. I said I didn’t.. think.. we…”

Bill dropped to his knees, “Then first, take off your pants and let me see you. Let me touch your pussy. I promise not to hurt you or do anything if you tell me ‘no’. 
She slipped out of her panties and spread her legs, slightly. 

With his hard-on in his right hand, Bill reached out with his left and began a light massage on her twat, trying to concentrate on her clit, like he’d seen online, “Does that feel good? The girls on the computer seem to love it… but if you let me lick you, down there, it’s supposed to be fucktastic.”

“God, yes it feels good, but I still don’t think we… oh, that place, right there. Ugh, yeah, right there. Ohhhh, that feels reeeeally good. Are you serious about licking me? Right where I pee?”

“Cass, there’s so much shit on the internet, you wouldn’t believe it. I’ve watched girls take two dicks in their pussy and one up their asshole, all at the same time,” he moved off the couch and stuck his head close to her cunt, which was beginning to get wet with her own juices.

“I saw a guy, once with a double dick. He was fucking both holes at the same time. Wow, Sis… your pussy is a lot prettier than a bunch of those whores online.” As he moved his head down, Cassidy instinctively widened the spread between her legs. Bill’s mouth opened and his tongue extended.

Cassidy gasped at the feel of slick tongue on her slit, “Billyyyyyyy… Oh, God that feels awesome! Oh, yes, yes, yes… ugnh… yeahhhh.. Oh, yeahhhh.” Nature was taking control of her body’s desires. Her hips began rising to Bill’s mouth in rhythm with his ministrations.

Less than a minute had passed when she began to feel the tingling within her. At first, she thought she needed to pee, but this was different. One hand went to the back of her brother’s head, pressing it into her virginity. Her other hand slid under her t-shirt and started rubbing her nipples which, at the age of thirteen, stuck out farther than the rest of her breasts.

Another minute of the lapping tongue brought Cassidy to her first orgasm, “OH MY GOD, BILLYYYYYY!! OH MY GODDDDDD!! WHAT’S HAPPENING? OH, SHIIIIIIIIITT! I’MMM… OH, GOD, OH, GOD, OH, GGGGGG, GGGGG, GODDDDDDDD!!!!! DAMMIT!!”

Bill was quite pleased that he had caused Cassidy to cum for her very first time, “Wow, Sis. You just soaked my face with pussy juice. Awesome! Man! It tastes really good, too. If you liked that as much as I did, I’ll be happy to eat your cunt anytime.”

Cassidy was breathing hard, “Juice? Cunt? What the hell did you do to me, Billy?” 
Bill stood and pulled her t-shirt over her head, “C’mon, there’s a video on XNXX I want to show you.”

The naked soblings ran upstairs to Bill’s room. The porn site was bookmarked and within seconds, they were watching women masturbating themselves, to the point their orgasms made juices literally flow from their vaginas. Glancing at his sister, Bill noted that she was playing with herself.

“Now look at this one,” Bill switched to another video, “This one reminds me of us, Cass.” The brother and sister were wrestling over a remote control and giggling each time one would touch the other’s private parts. Cassidy’s mouth hung open as she watched the sister swallow her brother’s cock.

“How can she get that much in her mouth?” 
Bill explained that it took a lot of practice to be able to ‘deep throat’ a long dick, “But we can practice a lot, if you want to,” he smiled and winked. Within minutes, Cassidy had watched the sister suck the cock and get fucked in four or five positions. 

Bill clicked off the website and told her, “There’s got to be a million different videos on here and tons of dirty stories. Billions of pictures, too… women, men, gays, dicks, pussies, titties, you name it. You can come watch ‘em any time. This site is safe from viruses, too… now can we fuck?”

“Ummm… let me go pee. Then we can try it… I guess.” Bill offered to accompany her to the bathroom and dry her hairy bottom for her, but she told him she needed to think about things a little, “Will you let me suck on you when I get back? I think I’d like to try it.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah! I’ll be right here on the bed with my dick flying high.” Cassidy returned and climbed between Bill’s legs, “I just looked at the clock, Mom will be home in an hour and a half. I hope this won’t take long.”

It took a little longer than bill desired. Her hands and eyes examined every crease and hair on his testicles. Every vein in his six inch penis was traced up and down by her probing fingers, every fold in his skin was stretched smooth… then pinched back into place. 

As pre-cum started forming on his piss slit, Cassidy began licking it clean, followed by her young, tender lips sliding the shaft between them.….. Bill was so turned on by watching her go down on him, he came in less than two minutes. She swallowed all she could, but lost a little bit.

“Sorry, Billy, now there’s a mess on your sheet. Maybe Mom won’t notice.” Bill explained that he’d been jacking off for three years and his sheets were always soiled, “If you let me fuck you, though, we better put a couple towels under you. There can be a little blood the first time, when your cherry breaks.”

“My cherry? Will it hurt me? You have never hurt me in our whole life.”

Bill had read many of the sex stories and knew just what to say, “Your hymen is also called a cherry. It’s a thin membrane inside you and when a dick pokes through it, it breaks, turning you into a woman, instead of just a girl. It usually hurts a little the first time, but after two or three times, women like it just as good as men…. NOW can we fuck?”

“You’ve never done it, before, either… right?” 
Bill shook his head and reached for her legs. He began rubbing the inside of her thighs , working her legs apart and approaching her pussy, “C’mon, Cass… how many times are you gonna make me ask? You know we’re gonna do it. How do you want to start?”

She crawled beside him and lay on her back, “I want to try every way the girl in the video got fu… fucked. First, just lay down on me and rub your dick against my pussy. We’ll probably only have time to do it once before Mom gets here, so I want my cherry busted and your cum inside me.”

“When was your last period?”
“It was finished day before yesterday.”
“Good, you shouldn’t be laying eggs, yet, so I won’t get you pregnant.”
Cassidy started to rise when she heard the word ‘pregnant’, but relaxed when her brother kissed her and said, “Don’t worry, Cass, I love you.”

It took all of three seconds for Bill to jump from the bed and retrieve towels from the bathroom. He helped slip them under her ass and crawled over her flat body. He placed his cock on her mound and hunched back and forth. In this position, she was delighted to discover her clit was being rubbed with every movement.

Bill couldn’t last long enough for her to reach an orgasm. It seemed they only got started when he covered her abdomen with warm, sticky sperm, “Well, I hope I can stay hard after shooting all that. I want to put my peter in you so bad I can’t stand it, Sis. I’ll get you a wash rag.”

Fortunately, youth and virility were on his side. Bill returned and washed the mess from his sister’s belly and pussy mound. The more he ‘cleaned’, the wider her legs spread, “I’m ready whenever you are, Billy.”

Again, he examined her cunt, spreading her labia and giving them a good licking. When he thought she was wet enough, he rose into position and pulled his dick up and down between her pussy lips. When her hole began to open, slightly, Bill pushed his hardness inside, sliding in far enough that her cherry gave way to the determined shaft.

With one more thrust, he was seated against her pubis. To her credit, Cassidy had caught her breath but she never cried out nor complained of the pain. She placed a hand on each side of her brother’s face and drew him to her face for a kiss. When they broke away, she closed her eyes and told him, “Now fuck me, Billy… fuck me with all you got.”

***********

Nora Parker arrived home about 11:30pm. Surprised that her children weren’t up to greet her, as they usually did on Saturday nights, she made her way up the stairway. Cassidy wasn’t in her room… she heard soft snoring coming from her son’s room. Slowly opening his door, her eyes were met with a sight that brought back fond memories. 

Cassidy was sleeping, naked, in her brother’s arms. Bill’s young penis was hard, pressing into his sister’s back… it was just like Nora and her brother, Will, used to sleep after several rounds of teenaged sex. It was a shame Will was killed in action. He played with Bill when the boy was just learning to walk, but he never even got to meet his daughter, Cass.

2 Slutty Sisters Part One: Coffeshop Quickie

Introduction:

First of several parts recounting a sexual relationship I had with two young sisters. When I was twenty I moved to Chicago because my girlfriend at the time was moving there to attend Northwestern University. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women. The cafe was open until 3 am and it was the only place around that was open after 10pm that wasn’t a bar. As a result we got a lot of undergraduates who would hang out and study all night, as well as high school students who really didn’t have anywhere else to go, and who liked having a safe space to brush shoulders with the college kids. The owner knew her target demographic, and the place was a hip, kinda dirty place with dim lighting, loud music, and lots of big comfy couches – all in all a much cooler place to hang out than the Steak and Shake or Starbucks. 

I could tell a lot of sexy stories about this time in my life, but one of my favorites concerns the two young sisters, Claire and Rachel, whose father owned a restaurant down the block. This guy often had to be doing paperwork late into the night and so his daughters would accompany him and hang out at my cafe with hot cocoas or milk shakes while he worked. Rachel was a teen punk rocker: she would usually be wearing a rainbow of makeup, heavy boots, a short skirt, and t-shirts carefully torn to reveal glimpses of her well developed young body. Rachel would usually spend her time texting on her phone and listening to Pixies or David Bowie. Her younger sister Claire was slim and boyish in all the ways her sister was curvy. Claire was bookish, she had thick glasses and usually wore her long hair pulled back into a pony tail and rarely bothered to change out of her school’s uniform – a plaid skirt and white blouse. She would spend her time at the cafe getting ahead on her homework or with her nose in a novel decidedly more advanced than her curriculum. I developed quite a liking to these two girls, and when business was slow I would chat with Rachel about music or give her advice about boys, or help Claire with her math homework or recommend her books more challenging than her teachers were allowed to. 

Just before Rachel’s birthday her boyfriend broke up with her, and she was really broken up about it, so I decided I would gift her an old t-shirt of mine: a Talking Heads tour shirt I’d gotten years ago at a thrift store, that was getting a little too ragged for me to wear, but that I knew she was really fond of. They came in the next night and I had the present all ready. It was a slow spring night, so I was able to come right over to the couch they were sharing and I sat between them and put my arm around Rachel. “Hey kiddo, happy birthday.” I said and handed her the wrapped shirt. She seemed happy and astonished that I’d gotten her anything at all, and when she pulled apart the newspaper and saw what it was she let out a loud laugh and threw her arms around me and pulled herself onto my lap. “Oh Drew I can’t believe this!” she said against my neck, and the she surprised me by lifting her face to mine and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I could have perhaps just let all this go as a kind of adolescent overexcitement, but when she pulled her face back she gave me a decidedly adult, sexy smile and added “Well now I have to get you something.” And she kept her eyes on mine as she began to gently grind her butt against my lap. 

This had all happened very quickly, and it took me a second to process. At once I became aware that my hand had by reflex moved to her hip when she’d shifted into my lap and the skin of her thigh felt very, very soft through the thin fabric of her skirt. A nanosecond later I realized that there was nothing between her cute little teenage ass and my cock besides the denim of my jeans, and that my cock must have already been aware of this as it was rapidly becoming fully hard. I looked around quickly but the cafe’s only three other patrons were intently playing cards and wouldn’t even have been able to see what was going on, and then I noticed Claire sitting right next to me, giving off an exaggerated air of being involved with her book. I turned my head back to Rachel to say, well I don’t know what, because before I could open my mouth she leaned her head forward so that her lips were right next to my ear and whispered “Meet me in the girl’s bathroom in fifteen minutes,” her breath hot and moist in my ear, and with a last little grind of her tush she slid back over onto the couch and said loudly “Thanks a lot for the shirt Drew!” and put her headphones on. I stared at her for a moment, wanting to try and talk to her but she just smiled at me and closed her eyes and started bopping her head to her music. I turned and looked over at Claire who was still just sitting there with her nose in her book. “Hey Claire… uh..” I started to stammer, but she just pointedly turned away, refusing to acknowledge me. 

Confused and incredibly horny I slowly got up and went back behind the counter where my coworker Stephanie was doing her Sociology reading, and apparently hadn’t noticed anything. “Slow night, huh?” She said looking up as I came over. “Uh.. yeah. I guess I’m gonna do some prep for tomorrow” I responded dazedly. “Fuck the morning shift, man. What have they ever done for us?” She said with a smile, and went back to her textbook. I started to clean some of the shelves just so I wasn’t standing there like an idiot, while I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Did all that really happen? What was going to happen next? I mean, I had certainly noticed that Rachel was a sexy little thing – she had big tits for her small 5’1” frame and she loved to show them off by wearing shirts and tank tops so small that her breasts seemed to strain against the fabric, which she’d also started cutting off to show off her flat midriff and new belly button piercing – and I’d inferred that she was sexually active from hints in the conversations I’d had with her; but maybe because she was always there with her little sister, or that I knew her dad, or just that she was so young, I’d never actually thought about fucking her… but boy was I thinking about it now. I was thinking about the feeling of her sharp hip bone in my palm and the heat of her ass on my cock as I’d held her in my lap, the feeling of her lips against my neck and my ear, that wetness of her lips against mine and that seductive look she’d given me afterward. I hadn’t realized it before, but this little girl was clearly a thirsty little whore. She knew exactly what kind of look to give me and just the right place to put her fat little ass cheeks. I started thinking about her sex life, fucking some jock in the closet at a party, or furtively sucking a boyfriend off in his car. I thought about how from hints she’s dropped she’s clearly bisexual, and I imagined her experimenting with her other little girlfriends, clumsily licking each other’s wet little pussies at a sleepover. My cock now felt like a hot iron rod painfully constricted by my pants, and I realized I’d been scrubbing the same few inches of metal for God knows how long. I looked at my watch and it’d been almost twenty minutes since I’d been sitting with the girls. I looked over at their couch and Claire was there alone looking at me, but when we made eye contact she quickly put her face in her book. Then I stopped thinking. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I said to Stephanie. “Have fun pooping,” she replied without looking up.

The cafe had two bathrooms that were out of the way in back by our storeroom, and each was just a single 8×8 room with a door that bolted. I walked back to the women’s, and softly knocked “Rachel?” I asked quietly. I heard the door bolt release and she opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, locking the door behind her. “Look don’t say anything,” She said quickly. “I think your sexy and you’ve always been real nice to me and my sister and I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want you to fuck me.” She was still holding my hand and she pressed it tightly against her breast, my hand cupped it of its own accord and her eyes half closed for a second, her breathing was fast and ragged. “Whenever we’re here I think about what your cock looks like and tastes like and how it would feel inside me and how badly I want to be your little slut.” Her eyes were closed now as my hand continued to knead her breast, I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm through her bra and tank top, while her other hand had reached under my shirt to touch my stomach and my chest. “When we go home I lie in bed and put my fingers in my pussy and my mouth and my butt and imagine you touching me all over and fucking me however you want to and calling me your dirty little whore and…” she had been talking faster and faster and I’d stopped listening and I moved my hand down her body and under her skirt where her thighs felt so soft and smooth against my rough hands. My other hand cupped her cheek and my thumb brushed against her full lips. She hungrily opened her mouth and sucked on it hard as my fingers followed the curve of her thigh, past the sparse hair on her mound and inside the intense heat and sopping wetness of her little teenage cunt. She let out a low moan around my thumb as I slowly pressed two fingers into her tight little hole, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on them hard. I removed my thumb from her mouth and grabbed her by her short hair and brought her face up to mine. Our tongues mindlessly writhed together as I pressed her against the bathroom wall with my body, her hands wildly scratching my back while one of mine clutched her head tightly and the other kept pressing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. She began shaking, her breath coming out in hot gasps and she grew increasingly limp until I was basically holding her small body up as she came. I’d finally pushed my fingers as far as I could get them inside of her and the hot wet walls of her puss gripped them tightly in spasms, her cum feeling like it was dripping down from her onto the rest of my hand. 

I kept my fingers inside of her and lightly kissed her cheek and her neck while she slowly recovered her breath and her balance. When I noticed her breathing return to normal I stepped back, undid my belt, and let my pants drop to the floor. Her eyes cracked open at the sound and then fully widened as she looked at my cock, its length and girth clearly greater than the boys she’d been fucking. “You cum like a good little slut now let me see if you can suck like one.” I told her sternly, seating myself on the toilet. She gaped at me, clearly surprised by how quickly I’d adopted the degrading kind of language she’d fantasized about. She immediately got down on her knees in front of me and tightly gripped my penis, her hand barely able to wrap itself around it. She looked up at me with eyes full of a devouring kind lust and a vast need to please as she lowered her mouth onto my dick, and I gave a low moan as I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my glans. My cock was too big or she was too inexperienced to try deepthroating me, but she used her hand to jerk on the half of my cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and her eyes never left mine as she bobbed her head up and down. “That’s a good girl Rachel. I’m so happy to have a little slut as filthy and disgusting as you.” I told her while cupping her cheek, our eyes still locked. She gave out a little moan and I could see her other hand go down between her legs, moving in time with her lips. “I knew you were a little whore baby,” I continued, “I knew you loved to suck cock… that you probably sucked on every boy at school that asked you to… show me what they make you do you little bitch.” She quickly stopped sucking me and took a few deep gasps of air, then licked down my shaft to my balls while slowly jerking and squeezing my cock. I had a feeling where she was heading and gave a light groan as her tongue flicked around my testicles and scooted myself slightly forward and leaned back, raising my foot to the toilet seat giving her access to my ass. She didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, pausing for a second to run her tongue up and down my taint before pushing her face between my cheeks and licking my asshole. I gave a longer groan, unable to believe this hot little teen was such a dirty girl… and that she was so fucking horny for me. As she pressed her tongue directly against my sphincter, forcing it into my butt I gasped, the feeling was just incredibly filthy and utterly erotic. I knew I couldn’t last long with this kind of stimulation so I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. 

We were both gasping for breath now, and when we looked at each other there was no doubt about what was going to happen next. We moved as one, me getting off the toilet and positioning myself between her legs as she lay back on the dirty bathroom floor, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders. As soon as my cock found her hot slick little hole I shoved it inside, getting three quarters of its seven and a half inch length into her cunt with that first savage stroke. Rachel let out a gasp and started shaking, and the walls of her pussy began spasming with an intense pressure, squeezing my cock. I could already feel the tension of my own orgasm building in my thighs, and I lost myself in the storm of electricity gathering in my loins, pulling out of her only slightly before ramming my cock the rest of the way in, repeating the motion savagely again and again, pressing her down into the floor as she moaned and gasped and shook beneath me. I was unable to think about anything but the feeling of Rachel’s soft little body under mine, the grip of her teenage cunt on my cock, her hyperventilating gasps in my ear. It only could have lasted a minute or two before I began spurting inside of that little slut, seemingly endless ropes of cum shooting deep into her womb as she writhed beneath me, fingers clawing my back, legs squeezing me tightly to her as the orgasm that had started when I entered her had never seemed to stop, just kept rolling over her in waves as I came in her, until finally I was done and we just lay there, sweating, taking deep breaths, my cock still inside her, exhausted.

We relaxed for a moment like that in the afterglow of our orgasms, before I slid myself out of her and shakily stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I studied her as I struggled to level my breathing and pulled my pants up: she lay on the bathroom floor, her skirt was up around her waist exposing her plump pussy, its shaved lips shiny with our juices, her eyes closed and her lips were slightly parted in a broad, satisfied smile. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling even wider. “Jesus Christ, Drew… I think that was the hardest I’ve cum in my whole fucking life!” I grinned back, “Glad to hear it Rach. I was about to apologize for cumming so fast – I don’t think I’ve cum that fast since my first time!” She giggled, standing up and straightening her skirt, “I’d love to hear about that sometime, maybe while I’m sucking you off?” “Fuck you’re a dirty little bitch.” I said, pulling her to me. She flashed me a wicked smile, then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. “I have some cleaning up to do, and I think you better get back to work.” Her makeup was smeared over her face, leftover drool from the blowjob and rimming still clung to her chin, she looked like a little slut who’d been used hard, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. We kissed, her tongue and mine sliding against one another, my hands running over her smooth curves, before I reluctantly pulled away, gave her another smile, and left the bathroom.

I was relieved to see there wasn’t a line of girls waiting to use the restroom when I stepped out – it had all happened so fast that I was only now wrapping my head around the fact that I’d just fucked a teenager, in a public place, in the coffee shop I worked in no less. Someone could have seen me walk into the wrong restroom, and I really wasn’t sure how loud we’d been since I’d been so wrapped up in the moment so I was feeling pretty scared. There was a second when I walked back out onto the floor where I fully expected someone to be glowering at me, or angrily striding towards me, but a scan of the room revealed that everyone appeared to be where I left them: three regulars playing cards in the corner, Stephanie reading her textbook at the bar, and when I looked over at Claire her face was completely buried in her book. With a relieved sigh I walked over and stood next to Stephanie, “Slow night, huh?” I said lamely. She glanced up at me, “Not for your bowels though, right? You missed six teenie boppers who all ordered milk shakes.” She gave me a toothy smile, and added “I think they would’ve much rather had you make them, you big stud.” I laughed as I went back to my sidework – this was the usual banter between Steph and I. I’d gotten away with it after all.

A few minutes later Rachel came out of the bathroom and rejoined her sister looking like nothing had ever happened. The next half hour went normally, making coffee drinks and milkshakes, doing dishes. When I checked in on Rachel and Claire, Rachel just said “Thanks again for the shirt Drew, it was really sweet.” and Claire seemed even quieter than normal curled up in the corner, but I noticed she was watching me closely with her big green eyes. They left shortly after. Instead of giving them a bill I’d just dropped off a little doodle I’d drawn in the down time with a lame “happy birthday!” written on it, and when I was bussing the table I noticed that at the bottom Rachel had written her phone number with a few x’s and o’s. I smiled and put it in my pocket, unable to keep visions of her kneeling on the bathroom floor, my fat dick in her little mouth, from entering my head. Just thinking about it immediately got me hard again.

Fortunately this wasn’t a problem for long as business quickly picked up, and soon my thoughts were completely wrapped up in the mundane mechanical tasks of working a busy night at a cafe: steaming milk, waiting tables, flirting with customers, talking shit with employees, and drinking tons of coffee. After we’d closed I was hanging out at a booth, smoking a cigarette and counting down the drawer when I pulled out my phone and Rachel’s number and sent her a brief, but very dirty, text. A few minutes later, so soon that I hadn’t even finished the cigarette, I got a text back. It said “The shirt looks great on me! ;)” and was accompanied by a pic Rachel had taken of herself in the mirror wearing my shirt… and nothing else. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, the large shirt pulled up over her hips, her legs spread exposing her young pussy completely to the lens, and it looked like she’d been masturbating as her shaved lips were swollen and wet, parting slightly around her protruding little clit. I gaped for a second before quickly coming to my senses and shoving my phone into my pocket, glad the booth’s table was hiding my body’s reaction. 

For the next hour or so I hung out with a few of my coworkers for the nightly ritual of gossip, flirting, and smoking in the closed cafe before everyone started trickling out, calling it a night. When I got into my car I pulled out my phone and brought Rachel’s picture back up and took my cock out and began slowly stroking myself in the deserted parking lot, thinking about the slutty things she’d said to me, the way her mouth felt on my cock, how ready and wet her cunt looked in the picture. It was then that I got another text, from a new number. Confused about who’d be texting me at four in the morning I pulled it up. The text said “I think it looks way better on me :(“ and it was accompanied by a picture of little Claire, wearing nothing but the shirt I’d given Rachel, in the almost the exact same position her sister had been, except that her feet were up on the bed and she had two fingers inside her bare little cunt, the lust and pleasure in her expression looking startingly, erotically, incongruous with her young face. I just stared at the picture for a minute taking in all the details, wrapping my head around what I was seeing, until I realized that my hand was still wrapped around my cock, and it felt as hard as a steel beam. I started stroking myself again, staring at her face, her skinny frame, and finally her little pussy, tightly wrapped around her small fingers, muttering, without thinking about the words “Fuck Claire you hot little bitch… I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little pussy… I’m gonna make you scream you little brat… ohhh Fuuuuuuuck” as I came, sending spurts of cum onto the floor of my car. I sat there, catching my breath, my cock and my hand covered in cum, my eyes unable to leave my phone, and started thinking about what I was going to do.