The Summer of 16

Short Story

I had just finished playing my first game of the new baseball season. I was 16 years and 3 weeks old to the day. I played second base on my AAA team. We won the game and I went ¾ with a double and a triple. Each inning as I ran back to the dugout from second I kept catching this cute girl checking me out.

After the game the coach was giving us the usual post-game pep talk. I had pretty much tuned him out because this girl was now behind our dugout looking at me. When the coach was done I collected my gear and approached the girl.

“Nice game.” she said.

“Thank you.”

I couldn’t think of what to say or do next.

“You can really hit the ball.”

“Thanks.”

We stood there looking at each other for a few moments.

“I haven’t seen you before.  Are you from around here?” I asked.

“We just moved here.  My Dad’s in the Marines and we move lots.”

“That must be tough.”

“I get by.  We’ve been here three days and you’re the first person I’ve talked to.”

I felt a warm glow erupt inside me.  I was her first contact in a foreign land.  This MUST mean something.  Now I had some composure and I felt confident.

“My name’s Rick.”

“Hi.  I’m Shelley.”

“You wanna get a slurpee, Shelley?  My treat.” I asked.

She smiled.  Damn!  What a smile.

“Sure.  I’d like that.”

It was about a 5 block walk to 7-11.  Along the way I would occasionally slip a step or two behind her – totally by accident of course.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  She was about 5’3” (I was 5’10”) and shoulder length brunette hair.  She was wearing a white halter top and a pair of pretty tight shorts (not quite Daisy Dukes, but pretty damn tight).  
Her ass filled them perfectly; it was like 2 perfect half moons that wiggled just right as she walked.

When we arrived at our destination I, being the ever-perfect gentleman, moved ahead and opened the door.  As she passed I got the full view of the rest of her body.  I was NOT disappointed.  Her breasts were shaped just right – not huge, but big enough compared to the rest of her that they really stood out.  As she passed her eyes connected with mine and light up with a sparkle that I can’t even BEGIN to describe.  I felt my knees giving way, but was able to remain standing.  I’m very glad I was wearing my jock-strap because my hard-on would have been obvious to the WHOLE WORLD in my tight baseball pants.

I bought us a pair of coke slurpees and we went to the benches in the nearby park.  We sat and talked for what seemed like eternity; talking about everything that came to mind.  It turned out her Dad was actually in special ops in the Marines and he bounced from base to base.  I also learned that she only lived about a block and a half away from me.

I glanced at my watch and realized we had been sitting there for almost two hours.  Shelley said she needed to be getting back home so we made plans to meet at the benches again tomorrow afternoon and I walked her home.  When we got to her place I didn’t know what to do.

‘Should I kiss her or not?’ I asked myself.  I weighed the options and then decided the best thing to do was to ask her.

“I can’t tell you how much fun I had meeting you and talking, Shelley.”

“I had fun too, Rick”

“Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?”

Shelley looked at her door and back at me a few times.

“I don’t think you should.  If my Dad saw I don’t even want to THINK about what he might do.”

“Oh yeah.  He’s trained to KILL people, right?”  And with that I offered her a handshake.

Shelley giggled and gave me a very quick peck on the cheek

“See you tomorrow, Rick.”

“Okay.”

I floated home and when I got there my cock was STILL rock hard so I went up to my room, took off my uniform, got out my supply of magazines (I started collecting porn magazines when I was 13) and jerked myself off in about 5 seconds.  That night I had great difficulty sleeping and the following morning seemed as if in took 2 years to pass. Finally 2:00 came and I went to meet Shelley.

We met at the benches by 7-11 and she was there wearing a similar outfit as the previous day.  Damn I love summer!  Again we talked for hours and when it came time I walked her home.

Just as we were walking up her front walk around the corner of her house came her Dad.  I nearly shit myself. He was about 6’6", 250 and HUGE. He had a crew cut and LOOKED like special ops.  Rambo was nothing compared to this guy.

“Dad, this is Rick.  I met him yesterday and we spent hours talking the last few days.”

I felt like adding “JUST TALKING, SIR”, but felt it best to remain mute.

He extended his hand to me.

“I’m very glad that Shelley has met someone.  I think it’s tough for her moving from place to place and I’m always happy when she makes friends in the new city.”

“I saw him play baseball yesterday; Dad and you should have seen him.  
He plays second base and he was the best player out there.  He got 2 big hits.”

“I’m impressed.  I played second when I was young, too.  Your stock just went up a point or two, Rick.  You’re okay.”

Finally I began to breathe again and he went into the backyard.  We sat on the barco lounger and after a few minutes Shelley gave me a big kiss on my mouth. This was my first kiss ever but still I pulled back in fear.

“Wait!  Your Dad.  He’ll kill me.”

“It’s fine. He said you’re okay.  Okay with him is good.”

We sat and talked for about an hour.  We had 3 more kisses and every time I was careful to be sure no one saw us.  Shelley said it was okay, but I was taking NO chances.  Shelley kissed well.  As I left, we made plans to go to a movie then following night.

I picked her up at 6:30 and we went to see the new James Bond flick, ‘Octopussy’.  Throughout the movie we held hands and Shelley snuggled into my chest. When the movie ended Shelley looked up at me and we kissed as the credits rolled.  People were exiting the theatre and as they walked down the aisle I’m sure they were looking at us but we didn’t care.  These kissed were very different that the ones we had shared in her back yard.  I wasn’t worried about being killed.  We were kissing passionately.  Our tongues were involved today.  This was right.  Unfortunately the credits eventually ended and so did our kiss.

“Whatcha want to do now?’ asked Shelley.

“What do I WANT to do or what do I HAVE to do?”

Shelley smiled.  “Let’s hear the want first.”

“I WANT the credits to start again.” I said laughing with a sly grin.

“Now let’s hear the HAVE to.”

“My parents went out for the night and they made me promise to be home my 10:00 and it’s already 9:35.  I’d love to go sit on the bench and talk for a while but it’d be almost 10 by the time we got there.”

We were outside the theatre and walking toward the bus stop, holding hands and gazing into each others eyes from time to time.  We got to the bus stop and sat down to wait.  Shelley looked into my eyes and we stared at each other.  Eventually she spoke.

“I don’t have to be home until 11.  Could I come over?”

I’d thought of this option but didn’t want to ask for fear that it might scare Shelley.

“I’d love it if you came over.  Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“I trust you, Rick.  I feel very safe with you.  There’s nothing I’d rather do more.”

We got back to my place at about 9:55 and when I opened the door we were greeted by Roxie, my pet Schnauzer. We played with Roxie a bit and then went up to the family room to settle down and watch some TV. When we were snuggled together on the couch we began to kiss.  Shelley was a great kisser.  Her lips were soft and luscious and what she did with her tongue sent shivers up my spine.  Sitting here with Shelley was the best thing I had ever done.  But it got better.

As we kissed, my hands began to roam.  I stroked and caressed her back and ass.  Her ass felt even better than it looked.  From there my hand traveled up her torso and settled on her chest.  Breasts felt better than I had ever imagined.  I squeezed and kneaded her breasts until she pulled away from me.

“I’m sorry, Shell…” I began but was silenced by her index finger on my lips.

Shelley took hold of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head.  I was dumbfounded.  I wanted to reach out and grab them but was unable to move.  Then Shelley reached behind her back and unclasped her bra.  It fell to the floor and I sat there looking at her like a deer caught in headlights.

Shelley snuggled back up to me and kissed my awe-struck mouth.  After I arrived back on planet Earth my hands ventured back to her breasts.  If I thought they felt good before it was NOTHING compared to now.  Her nipples were hard as rocks and felt incredible when my palm would slide over them.  Still we kissed.

I wanted to feel my chest on hers so I pulled off my t-shirt as well.  
When her skin touched mine it almost burned.  We were so into each other.  My mouth ventured down and began to kiss and suck Shelley’s rock hard nipples.  She moaned.  I think I did, too.  As I sucked her nipples Shelley would run her hands through my hair.  I loved it.  When we’d had enough I moved back up and we kissed some more.

Then I felt Shelley’s hand on my pants.  She was rubbing my leg, edging higher.  I had never even DREAMED of anything like this before.  Soon she was rubbing my cock through my pants.

“I’ve never done this before,” she panted.

“Me neither.”

“I mean I’ve kissed a boy before, but I’ve never done THIS.”

I didn’t know what she meant by THIS.

“What do you mean?”

Shelley looked at me hesitantly.

“I want to make love, Rick.  Don’t you?”

My heart skipped a beat or 10.

“Make love?  Oh god,” was all I could muster and I kissed her harder than I ever had before.

Shelley unzipped my pants and stuck her hand inside.  When her hand touched my cock I was in heaven.

“Ooooooh yeah,” I moaned.  Shelley smiled as she squeezed my cock.  She finished undoing my pants and pulled my dick out.

“I’ve never seen one before.  It’s beautiful,” she cooed.

Shelley continued to squeeze and stroke it while kissing me.  Her kisses ran down my chest to my mid-section.  She lifted her head and just stared at my rigid cock.  I could feel her breath as she panted on my dick.

“It’s amazing.  The way it moves and twitches.  When you breathe in it moves up a bit.”

Then IT happened.  Shelley opened her mouth and descended upon my waiting cock.  As she closed her lips around it she let out a low moan. She moved her head up and down on my excited friend and it was a great many seconds before I moaned and shot my load into her mouth.  Shelley swallowed it without missing a drop.  After her snack she snuggled her face into my heaving chest.  Now I stroked HER hair.  We lay like that until I could talk again.

“That was your FIRST time doing that?” I asked.

“Yeah.  Was it good?”

“You could go pro,” I chuckled.  “How’d you get so good?”

Shelley looked at me for a minute or so before answering.

“My Dad subscribes to Penthouse and I like to sneak it when he’s not home and read it.  There’s this column called Penthouse Forum and it’s got stories in it.  I love reading it and I guess I’ve learned that way.”

Now it was MY turn to stare.  Finally I spoke.

“My Dad subscribes, too.  I LOVE Forum.  Reading that’s my favorite pass-time.”

We laughed and kissed some more.

“Did you read the one from last month called ‘My First 69’?” Shelley asked.

I looked up at her and recited the entire first paragraph to her verbatim.  We laughed and I moved in to kiss her again when she let out a shriek so loud and high-pitched that I envisioned every dog within a 5 block radius was running to my house.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s 11:25!  My Dad’s going to KILL me!”

“Oh fuck!  Your Dad!”  I exclaimed thinking we had ruined a good thing just as it was getting started.

We were dressed within seconds and out the door in full sprint. We were running so fast, Olympic officials would have tested us for banned substances for sure.  When we got to her house the place was dark except for the living room light.  Sitting, looking out the window I could see her Dad.

“You go back home, Rick.  I’ll handle my Dad.  No reason for BOTH of us to die,” Shelley said with a small smirk

“No.  I can’t do that.  I’m here for you.  We’ll face the music together or firing squad as the case may be.”

As soon as we opened the door her Dad was there.  He stood directly in front of me looking down into my eyes.  I accepted the stony glare and opened my mouth to offer my apologies, but before I could formulate a word the barrage was upon us.

“Where have you been?  I told you to be home at 11:00 and here it is after 11:30.”

Shelley and I looked at each other unsure of what to say.  We had not rehearsed anything.

“Dad, we were in the park talking and lost track of time.”

Before she was finished the sentence I could see a look of disbelief of her father’s face.

“Sir, it’s my fault.  I invited Shelley back to my house after the movie.  My parents are out for the evening and Shelley told me she had to be home by 11:00.  I promised her that I’d watch the time and I didn’t.  It’s all my fault.”

He looked at me with an icy look.

“And what were you two doing alone at your house.”

I froze. There was no way out of this.

“You don’t want me to answer that, sir.“

Shelley couldn’t believe what was coming out of my mouth.  She was silent in shock.

"You’re right. I don’t want to know.” he answered. “Shelley, go up to your room.”

It was just her Dad and me – no witnesses. I was scared SHITLESS. He motioned for me to sit on the couch.  I did but he remained on his feet.

“You’ve got SOME guts to tell me that straight up.”

‘Well,’ I thought, ‘there could be worse sentences for one to hear at the end of one’s life.’

“I don’t like to think about what you were doing but I DO respect you for your guts. Did you use protection?”

Even my OWN father wouldn’t have asked me this.

“Uh… uh… we didn’t do THAT, sir. We only…”

“Stop! I heard the only words I wanted to hear,” he said and then paused.  I sat there in my own sweat.  “If you tell my daughter you’ll be responsible, you remember in the future – DO IT. You can go home. Thank you for your honesty.”

When I shut the door I felt like a man on death row who just got the call from the governor.

I don’t remember walking home, but I DO remember opening the door. MY Dad stood there with smoke coming out of his ears.

"I told you to be home by 10:00. We get home at 11:50, you’re not here and the front door is unlocked. Care to explain?”

‘Oh shit,’ I thought.  ‘Here we go again.’

“Dad I WAS home at 10:00. Shelley came home with me and…”

“Who’s Shelley?”

“She’s a girl I met a few days ago.  I went to the movie with her. She came back here and we talked for a while.”  Technically not a lie – we DID talk some.  “And then she saw that it was well after 11:00. She had to be home at 11:00 and her Dad is pretty strict. He’s a Marine. We ran to her house and I had to face her Dad. We left the door unlocked because we were in such a rush.”

My Dad looked at me for a minute or so.

“Okay. I apologize for jumping to conclusions. Good night son.”

I checked my butt to see if there were any horseshoes stuck in it.  Nope.

I had trouble going to sleep after I finally got up to bed.  There was just too much Shelley going through my mind.  It certainly was an understatement to say that we had a full evening of activity.

I slept until 10:00 the next morning and when I went downstairs for breakfast there was a not from my Mom on the counter.

‘Shelley called three times this morning.  There’s pancake batter in the fridge.’

I needed some time to think.  Did she get in huge trouble from her Dad? Can she still see me?  I didn’t know and part of me didn’t WANT to know.  I decided to eat and call her after.

When I was done I was still scared so I showered and brushed my teeth.  
Finally I got up the nerve and called her.  Thankfully she answered the phone.  I don’t know if I could face her Dad again.

“Hello?’ she said.

“Hi, Shell.  It’s me.”

“Rick.  We HAVE to talk.  Can you meet me at the benches in half an hour?”

“Sure.”

I finished getting ready and started the walk to the benched in the park by 7-11.  I was sure it was over.  When I arrived Shelley was already there, sitting on the bench holding 2 slurpees.  When she saw me she put down the slurpees, jumped up, ran over to me and threw her arms around me.

“I don’t know what you said to my Dad but he loves you. His exact words this morning were ‘that Brad is a good man’. He wasn’t even angry at me.  What did you say?”

I told her and she couldn’t believe that I had the guts to stand up to a man like her Dad.

“I’ve been thinking of nothing but you since last night. When I was lying in bed – I went to bed naked last night – the feeling of your cock in my mouth WOULD NOT go away.  Then when I found out that you smoothed things over with my Dad I wanted you so bad. And now when I hear exactly what you said to him I want you even more. Can we go somewhere?”

I was dumbfounded.  Part of me wanted to (Well okay – MOST of me), but part was still scared of her dad.  I thought for a second and found my way out.

“We can’t.  I don’t have any protection and it would be stupid to…“

She held up a 3-pack of Trojans.

"I want you. Don’t you want me?”

“Are you kidding me?  I couldn’t go to sleep last night because I was thinking of you.  I’ve never wanted anything so bad in all my life but your DAD.”

“The way he was talking about you this morning I think we could do it and then you go to my house and say ‘I just fucked your daughter.’ and I think he’d be okay with it.”

We looked into each others’ eyes and saw nothing but a wanton desire in each of us.

“Okay. There’s some rose bushes in that park by the school and there’s this place in behind them where it’s really open and very secluded.“

We walked (okay – we ran) to the park and crawled behind the rose bushes. We each had on pants that morning and when we took them off we put them on the ground to protect against any stray rose thorns. Within a minute we were both kneeling on the ground, nude looking at each other. I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly. She kissed back. Our lips began to move and her tongue entered my mouth. We kissed and fondled each other for what seemed like forever. Time really did stand still for us.

"What’s your very favorite number?”

She grinned and jumped on top of me. Within seconds her mouth was full of my cock and I was sucking on her pussy.  While her head bobbed up and down on my cock I drew lines up and down her pussy lips with my tongue.  She had very hot looking pussy lips.  They stuck out a bit and were really fun to suck on.  She LOVED that.  Shelley began to writhe and moan.   I was sucking on her clit now; flicking my tongue back and forth across it.  She began bucking her hips up and down on my face.  Soon she let out this low moan followed by some higher gasps.  She ground her wet pussy into my face until her orgasm passed and then turned herself around and kissed me deeply.

Then she pulled out a condom, fumbled with it a bit and after a few failed attempts got it over my rigid cock.  She looked me deeply.

“Now I want you to fuck me.”

I rolled her over and slowly slid my hard member into her slippery canal.  She moaned.  I groaned.  I began to thrust back and forth inside her.  While I made love to her our eyes never left each other.  It made everything seem hotter to see the lust in Shelley’s eyes.  I don’t know how long it went on for, but I do remember that she came 3 more times before I shot my load inside the condom.  We rested for a while and then she started sucking me again.  Soon I was back to being rock hard and she put another condom on me.  I was about to roll her over again when she pushed me down.

“My turn,” she purred.

She climbed on top of me and sat down on my waiting cock. She really got into riding me and bounced up and down for a long time.  While she was riding me I played with her nipples and she came a few more times.  I began thrusting up into her soaking pussy and soon blew my second load of the day.  Shelley collapsed on me and we lay like that holding each other and kissing.  We started to hear voices nearing the rose bushes so we got dressed and left our love sanctuary.

Our lives went on like this for about 11 months.  We fucked every chance we got; usually at least once per day.  Then one day she came to me in tears.

“My Dad’s getting transferred again.  We leave in a week.”

We cried for the week and I remember when she drove away like it was yesterday.  She was in tears looking out her back window and I was in tears waving to her.

I never saw Shelley again.            

Chloe The Office Toy

The night out with Dave and Marcus that
wound up with me being gang fucked by a bunch of strangers changed everything.
Word got round pretty quick and a few pictures and videos that appeared on
various websites pretty much finished my relationship with Simon. Turned out
that one of the builders who covered my big round tits with an especially large
load was a friend of a friend of Simon’s and an image of me in ripped stockings
and high heels on the toilet floor drenched in pints of slimy cum arrived in Simons
email and well, that was that. Simon packed his things and left that night.

I wasn’t as upset as I thought I would be,
but work was another matter. News spread around about what a total slut I had
been, pictures were shared by email and even a really graphic video clip. All
the guys at work now openly flirted with me or even tried to grope me, it
became quite annoying. Marcus and Dave stuck by me and even Amber was really
supportive, everyone else was pretty horrible. After a couple of days I got called
to the bosses office, I thought ‘well, this is it’.

If my boss was some fat old bloke in his
50’s I could imagine being all sorry and apologetic, getting down on my knees
and giving him the blow job of his life and all would be forgotten, but my boss
was a hard nosed bitch who had worked her way through the company to the top. I
was fucked.

Anna Rhodes was 44 and had been at the top
of the game for 10 years. She had made it by having bigger balls and a smarter
moves than all the men that had ever worked with her. She now owned several
successful businesses and was often called on by the press to comment on
national business issues. She was on Dragons Den for 2 seasons for Christ’s
sake, she took no prisoners and wasn’t going to give me an easy time because I
happened to be the same gender as her.

I went to her office on the 10th floor.
Isobel, Anna’s PA, met me with a cold bitchy stare that said “yes I’ve
seen the pictures too” and pointed me to the seats outside Anna’s office.

I sat down, straightened my skirt tried not
to look visibly worried. I glanced over at Isobel, her neat black bob was
immaculate, her Hermes business suit hung perfectly on her slight, but athletic
frame; she looked every inch the quintessential young, professional woman.
Rumour had it that Marcus had once made a pass at her and she had told him that
if he tried anything like that again he would be reported for harassment. It
seems you didn’t fuck with Isobel.

 I was thinking this when she looked over
and said, “Anna will see you now” and then added in silent,
beautifully mouthed words: “you slut”.

I got up and walked in to Anna’s office,
slightly shaken by Isobel’s silent attack.

“Ah Chloe, take a seat”.

Anna was standing by the floor length
window that made up one wall of her huge office. She was wearing a very simple,
but very beautiful black Givenchy suit (she only ever wore Givenchy suits, and
she had a thing for Louboutin shoes, but then what girl doesn’t?).

I sat down. Anna didn’t turn around.

“You know why you’re here don’t you
Chloe?”

“Yes?”

“I haven’t seen the pictures everyone
has been passing around, I don’t need to. I don’t like people disrupting my
business Chloe.”

“No, of course not, Anna I’m…”

“Chloe I don’t want to hear any
excuses”’ she turned around. Anna was an attractive woman with long thick
wavy dark hair and a quite incredible figure. She looked at me with those big
brown eyes and I was silent.

“Chloe I don’t want to sack you,
you’re too good at what you do and it took me a lot of money an effort to steal
you from your last employer”

I breathed an audible sigh of relief and
waited for the inevitable ‘but’

“But,” said Anna, “I need
you out of this office for a few months, until this all cools down. I’m sending
you to the New York office.”

I couldn’t believe it! This was amazing!

“I will get Dylan at the NY office to
get things going but I need you out there by Monday. Take the rest of the week
off to sort things out.”

I didn’t know quite what to say, but
babbled “Thank you Anna, thanks you so much, I don’t know…”

“Look Chloe, every professional bone
in my body says ‘sack you’ but I see potential in you and I’d hate to see it
wasted. I made a similar mistake when I was younger and my boss gave me a
second chance, so here I am doing it for you.”

She walked over and offered a manicure hand
as I got up out the chair, my eyes began to tear up.

Anna stood close to me, “don’t cry
Chloe, just be more careful in the ways you explore your sexuality, be more …
professional.” She was so close I could smell her perfume and feel her
breath, I felt so grateful.

I walked out of the office, glancing at
Isobel just long enough to mouth the word “BITCH” as I left.

The next few days were a little crazy, but
also quite exhilarating. I didn’t really have time to think about anything but
getting ready to move out to New York. The job in New York was for 3 months, so
I arranged for a friend to look in on my flat occasionally and feed my plants
while I was away. I packed up a few essentials from home and had them shipped
out to await my arrival. Isobel gave me a document case with a few files, the
details of the contract I was going to be working on and the keys to one of the
companies New York short let apartments. This was exactly what I needed.

Dave and Marcus were desperate to arrange a
night together before I left for the USA, they wanted to double team me as a
going away present, I was very tempted but I declined saying that maybe it
wasn’t a good idea after all the trouble our first time had created. They kept
asking and I kept refusing, I was definite it was for the best and anyway I had
another naughty little going away treat arranged.

On the Thursday before I was set to leave I
got an email from Liam in the mail room saying a parcel had arrived for me and
did I want for him to bring it up. Liam was the young guy that Dave and Marcus
has teased me about on our night out, apparently the young mail room boy
couldn’t talk to me without having to nip to the boys room to jerk off
afterwards. I bet his imagination had run wild when the stories of me being
gangfucked got out. I emailed him back to say that I would come down before the
end of the week to pick the parcel up myself, as it was personal. I signed off
with a little kiss, just to get him a little excited. I sat at my desk and imagined
him in the toilet cubicle thinking of me in all sorts of filthy scenarios as he
eases his stiffening cock out of his pants and begins to stroke it back and
forth until its rigid and its thick head is throbbing and shiny, aching to be
pushed into my willing body in any way he wants. I came back to reality and my
heart fluttered, and my little pussy gave a little throb. ‘Stop it Chloe’ I
thought to myself,’wait until Friday’.

My last day at the London office flew by
Anna popped in to my office to wish me luck and said she would check in on me
when she was next in the NY office. I couldn’t believe she was being so nice.

By 5.30 everyone was leaving for the
weekend and I went to the ladies toilets with my bag containing a change of
outfit. I slipped out of my work clothes in front of the mirrors and admired my
lingerie: black, sheer and see through, the bra pushed my tits up obscenely,
creating a plunging cleavage. An all in one sheer corset and suspenders set
wrapped my torso tightly and held my black seemed stockings in place. The
panties, well there wasn’t much too them really, and for tonights plan I
wouldn’t be needing them, I wiggled my hips and eased them down over my round
ass and slipped them into my handbag. Out of my satchel I pulled my little
black dress and my black suede 6 inch heels. The dress was backless, halter
neck little thing in wet-look material, it clung to me perfectly and stretched
sensually over my body. I slipped my stockinged feet into my heels, they lifted
me up high and made my ass jut out suggestively.

 I looked at the at myself as I applied a
coat of red lipstick, I looked like a teenage boys wet dream.. which is exactly
what I wanted to be tonight. I left the toilets and strolled into the lift, my
little handbag over my bare shoulder. I pressed the button for the basement.

I walked into the mail room knowing that
Liam would still be there finishing up after hours as he always did. He had his
back to me sorting various folders into the pigeon holes for each of the
companies different departments.

“Hi Liam, just remembered I had a
parcel to pick up”

Liam span around and when he saw me his jaw
dropped open, “Oh uh hi Miss Silver”, he stared taking in the image
of me in my tight little mini dress and slutty heels standing in his doorway.

“Do you still have it?”, I asked

He stared at me dumbfounded for a moment,
he was only about 17 or 18 but quite fit, probably did a lot of sport, he
looked the type. I glanced down and could already see the telltale bulge
appearing in his suit trousers.

“Uh sure, yes its um its right
here”, he put a largish parcel on the desk in front of me and tried not to
stare at my tits.

“Thanks Liam you’re a sweetie, I
almost forgot it but its something I wanted to take to New York with me”

“Oh sure…cool”, he smiled

I ran a long manicured nail through the
parcel tape and began to unwrap it in front of him. The plain box gave nothing
away, but I knew what was inside. I had purchased it online from Love Honey and
had it delivered to work so I could set this moment up before I left London.

I opened the lid of the box and pulled the
red tissue paper aside to reveal the item I had ordered: the Cock Locker
Inflatable Monster Dildo. It looked huge, in black rubber with a massive molded head and wrapped in thick veins, it was truly obscene.

Liam couldn’t believe his eyes, he stared
at the massive rubber toy and just said, “sshhhiit”

 I ran my fingers over the dildo and my
nipples began to visibly stiffen,“oh fuck look at it Liam, its massive and
its not even inflated yet, mmmm”

My eyes met his and I smiled, “I cant
wait to get this home” I bit my lip suggestively, my fingers still tracing
the shape of the thick black rubber cock.

He just stared at me, his erection bulging
visibly in his trousers.

“mmm Liam I have a naughty idea, maybe
I could try it out here?… would you like that Liam?”

Liams hand strayed to his fly and he
gripped his hard cock though his pants.

“Oh fuck.. oh fuck yes I’d love to see
that” he gasped

I ran a hand up my belly and around my tightly
wrapped tits, gently pinching my stiff nipple while my other hand lifted the
dildo out of the box.

“Oh my its so big I think I might need
you to help me with it”, I said in a sultry, pleading tone.

 I squeezed the rubber bulb that was
connected to the dildo by a tube, with a faint hiss the cock twitched. Out of
the box I took a small bottle of lube, removed the top and squirted a generous
amount over the veiny rubber cock, stroking it back and forth until it was
completely covered and glistened temptingly.

 Liam watched in stunned silence as I handed
him the dildo and bent over the desk sticking my ass out towards him. I looked
over my shoulder and wiggled my ass slowly, making sure he was getting a good
view of it tightly covered in the short wet-look skirt. I snaked a hand behind
me and hooked my fingers into the seam, slowly peeling the tight shiny material
up over my ass, revealing the smooth pale skin of my back side and my moist
little pussy.

 "Oh God yes", Liam breathed, his
eyes fixed on my naked ass. “Fuck the rumors were true you really are a
dirty slut!”

“I cant help it Liam, I just love
being fucked… now stick that big black monster in me, show me what a little
whore i am”

He approached me slowly, and carefully
place one hand on my ass, gently rubbing my pussy lips as he aimed the dildo
and began to ease it in to me.

“mmm yes”, I moaned as I felt
that big rubber head open me up and the first few inches entered me,
“don’t stop, keep going”

In silent concentration Liam eased more and
more in, oh god it felt so good.

“That’s it baby, mmm so fucking
big”

 I could feel it filling my pussy totally,
even more than Marcus’ did with his big cock that night in the bar. It felt
like the head was nudging the entrance to my womb.

Liam stroked my ass as he began to move the
dildo in and out, the thick rubber veins stimulating the walls of my tight
little hole.

“Yess yes that’s it Liam fuck me with
it. Show me how to take that big black dick”

I closed my eyes as the sensations began to
build and I started to moan with pleasure.

 Liam pushed it right up to the hilt and I
let out a deep moan falling forward on to the desk, my tits spreading out under
me. Then he stopped. I was about to complain when I heard a couple of long
hisses and the big dildo began to twitch and grow inside me.

 "Oh fuck yes ughhhnn", I let out
another low moan as Liam began to inflate the cock, bigger and bigger. I looked
behind me, Liam had a lust filled stare on his face and his impressively large
cock was jutting out of his fly as he jerked it rhythmically, still inflating
the dildo.

 My eyes rolled upwards and I felt a tremor
in my body as the growing dildo filled me utterly, stretching me to the limits.

“Ugghnn fuck FUCK! Liam I cant take
any more..its too big.. oh yes”, my hands gripped the edge of the desk and
I felt something wet and cool on my ass. Liam was squirting lube over my
backside and pussy as he began to try and pump the brutally inflated rubber
cock in and out of my cunt. At first it wouldn’t move but after a moment or two
I felt it ease back and forth – and it felt amazing!

“ugggnn OH FUCK yes YESS!”, even
the smallest movement filled me with ecstasy and I began to shudder and writhe.

“Liam! oh God that feels fucking
amazing”

“If you like that you’re going to love
this you fucking slut”, he grunted and I felt my oil covered ass hole
being probed by his eager fingertip and then something hotter and harder nudge
my tight little hole.

“Oh yes you dirty boy yes. Go on, do
it… fuck me in the ass” I moaned lustily as I felt him push his
straining erection into my ass.

 Liam was pretty well endowed and his rock
hard dick needed a good hard push to open me up and ease into my body. My ass
was extra tight due to the massive dildo in my pussy, but after a few grunts
Liam managed to get his bone hard erection into my ass and started fucking me.

 I lost control and began to cum so hard I
almost passed I out, I became like an animal possessed, writhing around on the
desk grunting and swearing: “Thats it you dirty bastard use me! USE MY HOLES!
Fuck my cunt you bastard that’s it yes yes YESS!”

I thrust my ass back and forth against his
violent fucking, my juices running down my thighs, my pussy lips stretched wide
around the obscene rubber thing stuck deep inside me.

 Liam up his pace and began to grunt loudly,
he was balls deep in my ass when he shouted,“ TAKE IT YOU FILTHY FUCK PIG
TAKE MY LOAD”

 My over sensitized ass felt his rigid cock
jerk and twitch and I felt the hot, surge of his cum filling my ass up. Jesus
it felt like he pumped a pint of the thick gooey stuff into me. He pulled out
leaving me face down on the desk, my dress around my waist and the massive
black rubber cock jutting from my twitching pussy. His thick cum ran out of my
puckered ass hole and mixed with my pussy juices running down the inside of my
spread thighs.

 I moaned softly with exquisite pleasure,
then felt Liams hand in my hair, pulling my head to one side. He was now beside
the desk, his fat semi erect cock was shoved towards my face. It was red, veiny
and covered in his creamy cum.

 "Suck my cock you dirty slut, suck
it", he said, suddenly filled with confidence, he was making the most of
his time with his new fuck toy. I opened my mouth and sucked his swollen cock
head, cleaning the cum off with my tongue and savouring the taste. I felt it
twitch and throb and it began to grow in my mouth. I took him deeper, lapping
my eager tongue on the underside of his lovely young cock. Before I knew it he
was thick and fully erect again and began sliding his length deep into my
willing throat. Oh god I love teenage boys and their recovery time.

 The big mushroom shaped head of his dick
was reaching deep into my throat as he pulled my head to him using handfuls of
my hair. His cock felt about 9 or 10 inches long, and he savoured getting the
whole lot down my ungagging throat before extracting it in a drolly mess and
slapping it across my face. I could feel my mascara running… I must have
looked a state.

 He grabbed my shoulders and moved me on to
my back, my head hanging off the desk giving him unhindered access to my eager
throat. He pushed his cock in again and began to thrust in and out, his hand s
grabbing my big naked tits and his balls slapping against my face. I felt like
a piece of meat, only good for fucking.. and I loved it. I moved my hands down
my jerking body and rubbed my clit, my other hand began to move the big rubber
cock around in my pussy. Oh fuck it felt so good.

“Look at you, you whore, you fuck meat
slut.. that’s it take my cock like a pro”

 I shuddered with a shattering orgasm, my
body arching on the desk with Liam pulling at my hard nipples as he banged his
cock balls deep into my face and released another massive load into me. I
swallowed and swallowed, I was worried I might choke. He kept cumming and I kept
swallowing. Eventually he eased his thick slimy cock from my mouth, drool and
cum ran down my face and I gurgled in slutty happiness.

 I lay there as Liam sorted him self out and
got back into his clothes.

“Fuck that was good” he grinned.

I smiled, rolling onto my side and sliding
a stocking leg up to my tummy, my ass on full display with the end of the cock
locker jutting out with its rubber tube and inflater bulb hanging behind.

“Mmm that was good”, I replied,
twisting the valve and releasing the air in the massive fat dildo. My pussy
tingled as I removed the rubber cock with a slimy pop.

“When I get back from New York I want
to do it again… but next time I want you to bring some friends”, I
smiled bringing the glistening distended dildo to my mouth and sucking on its
still quite extreme size.

“Oh fuck yes, that would be perfect, I
know just the guys, you’re gonna get it good, you wont get a minutes rest”

‘Oh god’ I thought, ‘I fucking love teenage
boys"

A Swim In The Mountains

“Well, are we going?” she asked, eyebrows raised above pale blue eyes, her hands making a cute little questioning gesture.

          She stood in the doorway, illuminated by the midday sun, a picture of angelic perfection if there ever was one. She was about 160cm in height, just over eight stone, very skinny, not much meat on her. Her skin was as pale as the moon and she had shoulder-length midnight black hair that she usually wore long with her bangs crafted into a bulbous shape. Her lips were puffy and perpetually coated in fire truck red lipstick. Her ass was big for a girl of her size and very round, no doubt the product of countless squats. She liked to joke that she had a “J-Lo booty.” Her breasts too shared the perfection of circumference that her ass did and were pleasantly an exact handful. Her voice was cute, sweet, making her sound younger than her twenty-one years.

          At the moment she was wearing a black crop top with some metal band’s name across the front in medieval era lettering and a pair of very short denim shorts. They were practically hot pants; they fit her snugly and revealed most of her smooth, milky thighs. Just peeking out of the top of her shorts was the white border of an orange and white bikini bottom. Similarly, her crop top was cut so short that the top of her swimsuit was visible in brief flashes, holding back her not inconsequential cleavage. She was barefoot and both her feet and her hands bore black nail polish. Her tongue was pierced with what looked like a tiny silver barbell. Her eyelashes were like that of a 1950s movie starlet, thick and noticeable.

          She batted her eyelashes at me now, kept her icy blue eyes locked on mine, a little smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

          There was one more thing about her that was as attractive as everything else about her put together….and when you combined that with the rest, she was irresistible, full-stop.

           Her name was Lucy…and she was my stepsister.


          I had just gotten back from a six month tour in Afghanistan with the Royal Marines. It had been brutal, worse than training, if that’s possible. Murderous heat during the day, bone-chilling cold at night, people out to kill you, wanting to kill you in the worst way, endless patrols, the boredom, the anger, the complete and utter sexual frustration. The latter perhaps affected our unit most universally. They weren’t any women in our platoon and the nearest village consisted of only a handful of women all above the age of sixty. For six months we didn’t even so much as hear a female voice over the radio. Everyone was starved half-mad without exception, but I had a secret weapon.

          Lucy was the only person, family or friend, who wrote me regularly and kept it up the whole time I was over there. We’d only known each other a few, short years since our parents eloped, but it felt much, much longer. And I admit, I’d always had a crush on her and I challenge any heterosexual male to look at her and imagine feeling otherwise, relations aside. Of course, I never expressed it, and I didn’t know how she felt, though she was always sweet and playful with me, teasing me that I must have a very active sex life. If only she knew. She also kept a picture of me, musclebound and shirtless during Marine training, in her room on a nightstand. I was always far too scared to make a move though and desperately tried to conceal how I felt. She must have noticed though…somehow.

          Not only did she write me regularly for my whole tour, but with each letter came pictures. In one shot she was dressed in a red flannel crop top and tight jean shorts while sitting on a log in the woods, looking pensive. In another she was dressed in black combat boots, a barely thigh length black shirt, and a band t-shirt. She was into the Goth scene a bit, but could also look absolutely ordinary (well as ordinary as it got for a girl as good looking as her) when the situation warranted it. My favorite picture that she sent me was of her in an orange bikini with white borders along the edges, standing with one leg slightly curled upward atop a sand dune at the beach. Christ, she looked amazing. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her “V” line well-defined, her hip bones prominent, and she had cute little brown birth marks littering her body. As if to drive the point home, she included another picture of her in the orange-and-white bikini, this one from behind. She was looking over her shoulder, one hand on her left hip, her shapely ass jutting towards the camera ever so slightly, back dimples clearly visible. That bikini bottom was pressed on her so tight, and it was so sheer, that if you looked hard enough you could see the outline of her ass like the moon over the day. The look she was giving the camera was a smiling, happy one, but below the surface (and perhaps just in my mind), it was an inviting one, a tempting one, almost a commanding one. I shamelessly jerked myself off to that photo dozens of times, I dreamed of it at night, and hallucinated about it while on countless patrols in the arid mountains. I was the only one in my unit to genuinely smile those last few months.

          Through our constant correspondence in which we spoke of everything and anything yet rarely touched on the war, we came to the agreement that when I got back, we’d spend a whole day together, just us. It would be a brother-sister day, to celebrate, to see each other again, to welcome me back home, to just be alive. The thought of such a day sustained me through many a wearing time over there. Furthermore, we settled on going swimming in a lake within the mountains. We both knew the spot and had previously hiked past it a few times during various outings with friends and family. I made her promise to wear that orange-and-white bikini. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to see me in it ; ),” she wrote back.

           I quite literally shook with excitement when I read her reply.


          As I knocked on her door, I still hadn’t quite stopped quivering at the thought of a whole day with her. In another moment, the door opened and I could think no more.

“Brother!” she squeaked before practically running into my arms, jumping at the last second and wrapping her legs around me, clasping them together firmly just at the small of my back.

          We embraced tightly, my heart beating out of my chest, lost in the moment of our reunion. I felt her luscious, warm lips kiss my cheek, then she looked me in the eyes. I stared back at her, happy to be home, overjoyed to see my dear stepsister who’d saved my morale from hitting rock bottom over there.

          Without a word more, we kissed. There was no tongue, it was just a peck, but she held it a second too long. And in that second, I knew I couldn’t hold back my unbearable feelings for her. Before the day was out, I was determined to see just how mutual those feelings were.

          She pulled back and smiled at me, I felt my cock hardening rapidly and pressing up against her. Overwhelmed and a little embarrassed, I set her down gently. She took a step back, looked me over, up and down. She wet her lips, smiled at me, and looked me in the eyes, matching my gaze.

“Well, are we going?” she asked expectantly, eagerly almost.

“Uh, y-yes, uh we are,” I stuttered, trying to regain my composure.

           Going with my gut, I held out my hand, she took it, and together we walked to my jeep.


          The ride to the mountains was uneventful. It was a hot, humid day out, not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant blueness of the atmosphere almost blinding at times. She continued to hold my hand as we drove. She made point of putting on a pair of silver, almost metallic looking aviator sunglasses. An accessory, might I add, that I had mentioned in one of my letters as something that looked ravishing on “the right girl.” My jeep was an old clunker, a 1970s civilian version of the standard-issue military jeep. It had no roof or doors and was sky blue in color. About the only thing of value on it were its monstrous tires, a feature which necessitated me grabbing Lucy by the waist and hoisting her aboard. She enjoyed that I could tell, letting off an adorable giggle. No sooner was I seated did she take my hand again.

          Looking over at her, the window tossing her silky black hair, whipping her crop top, the heavy metal blasting, our hands tangled together upon her thigh, the brutal humidity of the day washed away, the fact that I was home wasn’t just hitting me hard, but the fact that I was with her. And with her amorous interest suspect, I had no reason to hold back.

          I drove as fast as I could and quite aggressively, eliciting a few more giggles from her. I was dying to know how the day would turn out. I could not stand to wait a second longer than necessary in the most literal sense.


          After we both jumped down from the jeep, she removed her sunglasses, came around to my side and hugged me, hard, resting her head on my chest, doubtlessly feeling its muscular composition.

“I’m so happy you’re back,” she cooed, sincere relief in her voice.

“I won’t leave again,” I muttered, mindlessly stroking her hair as she desperately clung to me.

          She looked up at me with her baby blue eyes, an almost pleading look about her. Delicately, she extricated herself from me and we exchanged warm smiles once again. I put an arm around her waist, running a finger or two over her pronounced hip bone again and again, and silently we made our way to the lake.

          Upon reaching the muddy bank of the mountain lake, we set a towel down. It was picturesque, a more serene setting you couldn’t have asked for. The birds were chirping, the smell of fresh grass was carried on the wind, the crisp mountain air filled our lungs, and the cool shade of the trees provided a welcome contrast to the unforgiving afternoon sun.

“It’s just like I remember it,” I murmured without thinking.

“Ready to swim?” Lucy inquired of me, a sparkle in her eyes, seemingly as eager as I was.

“I’m ready,” I answered, holding our eye contact.

          Without a word more she turned and began peeling herself out of her clothes, following her lead I turned and did the same. I had on a pair of green swim trunks that were the same shade of green as the beret all Royal Marines wore. Behind me I heard her unzip her jean shorts.

          As quickly as I could I changed and turned around to face her and there she stood, just like the picture she sent me, except a hundredfold better as she was real, in front of me, and perhaps desired me as terribly as I her. She even curled her right leg a little to assume the same pose she was holding in the photograph. She smiled at me, cocking her head in a “what do you think” fashion.

          Stunned by the fantasy of so many lonely, starved nights in Afghanistan coming to life, I couldn’t muster a word. I managed a step forward and that was it. It felt like I was having a heart attack and I noticed myself breathing hard, as though I was in the middle of a 30 kilometer ruck.

          She stepped forward as well, into my arms again, my hands finding the dimples on her back. She looked up at me, moved closer, and again, our lips met in perfect synchronicity. Again, it was held a second too long, sending a bolt of lightning through me. Now it could not be denied. The taste of her lips matched her demeanor, vibrant and sweet. Her lips rivaled peaches in terms of juicy succulence and they were so big they nearly engulfed mine. She pulled away nonchalantly and gave me a devilish smile.

“Let’s go,” she said softly, before turning and slowly walking into the lake, looking back over her shoulder at me. Gradually, the water inched up her pale, slender, birthmark-covered body. She held her eye contact with me till it was up to the middle of her back.

          Still recovering from our passionate kiss, I couldn’t even mutter an answer. I merely willed myself forward and followed after her, my body shaking visibly and badly, my mind scrambled. She wanted me, and I definitely wanted her, now I just had to press it home. I was always nervous around attractive women, Lucy included. Her reciprocation did a lot to mitigate that, but still my very being was going wild, mad at the prospect of having her.

          Lucy swam about lake effortlessly, her toned body parting the murky mountain water as if she were part-submarine. I swam around aimlessly, my mind racing about what I should do next. My heart was thumping so strongly by this point that it was making ripples in the water. I was busy trying to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had transpired since I picked her up just an hour earlier when I noticed her gliding towards me.

          With just her head above the water and a cheeky smile on her face, she approached me. Caught off guard, I made eye contact with her and addressed her first.

“Hey Lucy, the waters’ like bathwater today,” I stammered, my cock already stiffening at her close proximity.

          Wordlessly she latched on to me, wrapping her legs around me, and resting her head on my shoulder. I felt her legs clamp together behind my back.

“I missed you,” she whimpered.

          I tenderly stroked her hair, which was still dry, before putting my hands underneath her deliciously round ass, supporting her in the water.

“Well, I’m here now and I won’t be going away again,” I told her, lying as I knew the Marines could very well call me back for another tour, but wanting badly to make her feel safe and reassured.

          She lifted her head from my shoulder, we locked eyes, and kissed, full-on and passionately. Instantly, my stiff cock, already pressed up against her stomach, began throbbing, pulsating as more blood thundered into it. We held the kiss for a long second. She pulled back, uncurled herself from me, giggled once more and swam off towards the shore. I felt toyed with for a second, but only a second. The mere kiss had caused me to pre-cum a little from its sheer intensity. Watching her ass pop above the water as she stroked to shore, seeing the outline of her curves…it reinvigorated me, caused me to regain my self-possession. I was going to go for it.

          I pursued her to the shoreline and onto the bank. She stood on our towel, seemingly waiting for me. I trudged up to her and stood beside her, trying to conceal my uncontrollable shake.

“What’s the hurry?” she asked playfully, looking me up and down, the ever-present smile stretched across her face.

“I wanted another kiss from my dear stepsister who I missed sooo much,” I blurted out, not concealing it any longer.

          Before she could reply I took her into my arms and kissed her. She moaned in surprise for a second before her arms wrapped around me. My hands slid down her back as I went in for another kiss, this time with tongue, as much as I wanted. She responded as I hoped, rubbing her tongue against mine, our pace increasing, now fully locked in a passionate make-out. Her nails dug into my back, my hands cupped her perfect ass and squeezed hard. I’d wanted to do that for years, I pawed her over and over, pushing her into me, my cock blossoming into a wholly hard raging erection, pressing against her stomach, undeniable, beating as if it had a heart of its own.

“Brother…” she gasped as she broke away for just a second before our kissing recommenced, hotter and heavier than ever.

          I ground myself against her, rubbing my cock against her sheathed pussy and glass-smooth stomach. My hands went under her bikini bottom and embraced her pale, symmetrical ass. She whimpered in reply, her one hand on the back of my head, pushing my tongue further down her throat. Before long, her other hand began pulling down my swim trunks. Abruptly she broke away, knelt before me, pulled my trunks the rest of the way down in one clean jerk, and confronted with my manhood at its peak, gripped it with one hand whilst showcasing a sinister smile.

          Wasting no time, she took the length of it into her mouth, pressing it to the back of her throat, gagging on it, her precious blue eyes watering a tad. Her thick lips consumed my shaft, pressing on it with just enough pressure to drive me closer to orgasm every second they slid along my throbbing member. She worked herself up and down on it, stimulating my g-spot when she reached the tip with loving flicks of her pierced tongue. Hungrily, she moaned as she worked. She was an absolute expert at it, I had a hard time remaining standing. I’d never, never felt so helpless, so powerless, so dominated yet so absolutely thrilled at the same time in my whole life. My hands weakly gripped her head as my breaths came in hard rasps. It even sounded like it does in the movies, you know, that watery gurgling sound. I was going to cum any second, I couldn’t take it, couldn’t stand up to the tornado of gentle yet forceful tongue thrusts she was blanketing my manhood in. I caught myself involuntarily moaning as she pulled back and let my cock drape over her face, her tongue impishly jabbing at it.

“Lucy…….” I wheezed.

          She let go of me just before I was about to burst, seeming to detect the rapidly increasing pace of the blood pounding through my cock. Still on her knees, she grabbed my arms and pulled me down to her level. I welcomed the chance to sit, I was so destroyed from her intense oral gymnastics that I could barely have told you my first name. Smiling evilly, she pushed me onto my back.

“Brother….” she whispered again, locking eyes with me.

          I heard her making some movements down below as our stare-down continued, but thought nothing of it, instead concentrating deeply on restoring my breathing. She leaned over me and we kissed again, her tongue playing with mine. In another moment, I was overcome by the intensely pleasurable sensation of her lowering herself onto my engorged manhood. She was remarkably tight, but wet enough so that there was no resistance. She leaned back, finding the “sweet spot,” and was now sitting astride me, her ass pushing down, getting every last inch of my cock driven deep inside her. Down she slid till her cute bum touched my balls. She let off a moan and a pained expression danced across her features. After placing her hands on my chest, she dutifully began popping herself up and down on my cock.

          My hands instinctively gripped her ass, gently guiding her as she rode me at an increasingly hard and fast rate, quickly coating my cock with her cum.

“Oh, brother…” she moaned as she steadied herself, hands on the ground, and twerked her ass rapidly up and down on me, her eyes shut tight, lost in rapturous caverns of pleasure, lost in the moment.

          I held her by the hips, focused on plunging myself balls deep into her with every thrust. Unable to contain myself, I felt up her flawless stomach and pushed my hands underneath her bikini top, caressing her hard nipples. I pushed the bikini top up over her puffy tits, exposing them. They jiggled in time with her bouncing and reminded me of cupcakes with a cherry on top. I groped them madly, so many years, so many fantasies all coming to fruition in a matter of minutes, nothing in my life even held a candle to it.

          She sat back on my cock, pulled her bikini top over her head, and remained upright, her fingertips on my chest again. She started a down and out rhythm to her riding, slamming down on me at first before pushing her ass back in time. I couldn’t hold on much longer, though I wanted it to last forever. How I lasted as long as I did was something of a miracle.

          An overwhelming burst of pleasure hit me, the precursor to the inevitable, explosive orgasm. I gripped her ass, hard, my fingernails digging into it unconsciously. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I heard her moaning, now more like shrieking, increase in tempo. I caught her smile out of the corner of my upturned eye, she knew what she was doing, and what would come next.

          After pushing herself down on me extremely roughly a few more times, I lost it. My muscle-control and ability to think rationally went out the window. I was fucked into another dimension quite literally. I squeezed her ass till it bled in several miniscule pinpricks. She leaned over me, her erect nipples poking my chest, our hot, staccato breaths mingling as we tried to regain some control over our bodies. I had shot a huge load in her, the largest I’d ever seen, in porn or otherwise. It must have been akin to a regulation size golf ball, shot off in four or five warm, stringy bursts deep inside her. It felt endless, like I came for a minute solid, like it’d never end. Tears were in my eyes.

          The first thing I remember seeing was her smiling back at me, a self-satisfied smile, like she got what she wanted. She inched closer and kissed me, I feebly kissed her back, my hands massaging her hips. Moving her ass with expert precision she pushed my cock out and slid off to the side of me. She positioned her head on my shoulder and draped an arm and a leg over mine.

          I was still trying to catch my breath and re-orient myself in reality when I saw it. It was the most glorious and perfect sight ever seen by man. My dear stepsister’s shaved pussy was positively filled with my cum, stuffed with it, oozing with it. It resembled a pupil-less eye, staring right back at me, reaching into my soul. She lay against me quietly, her labored breaths rustling my chest hair, and made no attempt to clean herself. Overcome by the expulsion, my cock still dripping, I let my head drop back to the towel. With my one arm wrapped around her, I played my hand over her velvety black hair, across her cheek and to her mouth.

          Without missing a beat, she took my index finger into her mouth and began fellating it, sucking on it and working up and down on it as if it were my cock, making a sincere effort, not just doing it for show.

          I turned my head on its side, glancing for a half-second a line of my seed running across her thigh. The great homecoming fuck fantasy, shared by all soldiers in every war since time immemorial had come to fulfillment for me…and it had been with the girl, the woman, I’d wanted most of all…Lucy…my stepsister.

          I continued to rasp like a wounded animal as she pushed my index finger out of her mouth with her tongue and once extracted, gave the tip of it a little, loving kiss.