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Kelly gets jealous and Emily and Kelly hash it out before having amazing sex.

I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it (;

***WARNING; there is more emotions involved at the end of the story but the smut continues, I promise***

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I was happy and smiling as I walk through the halls of the school. In the morning. I was always grouchy in the morning, except for today. I walk to my locker after the second bell and find Jane there. I smile at her when I get there.

“Hey, Jane.”

Jane smiles back.

“Hey. I wanted to ask you something.”

I unlock my locker and grab my books.

“Okay, shoot.”

Jane takes a deep breath and steps closer. I raise an eyebrow and she blushes.

“Doyouwanttogoout?”

She says it so fast I blink in surprise.

“What?”

Jane bites her lip nervously.

“Do you want to go out?”

Jane says slower and I gulp. She was one of my closest friends. Maybe I could play it off dumb.

“Sure. I don’t know why you’re asking. We always go out.”

I take a few things out of my bag and Jane rolls her eyes. The bell rings.

“Emily, you’re the smartest person in our class. I know you know what I’m asking.”

Jane says softly. I shut my locker and turn to her.

“Well…it’s not a good idea. You’re one of my best friends. It will mess with our friendship.”

I excuse. Jane steps closer and I find myself backed into the lockers. Jane slides her hand into mine and gives me a small smile.

“You know it won’t and I really like you, Emily. Please…give me a chance?”

My heart beats faster and I bite my lip nervously. I can’t just tell her to fuck off, she’s my friend but I definitely can’t tell her yes. I’ll have to- oh god…oh god, oh god. Jane is kissing me. My eyes are open wide and my arms are stiff at my sides.

“Girls! Get to class!”

That voice sends shivers through me and Jane pulls away. We look to a furious Kelly and Jane blushes hard as my face pales. Jane says a quick promise to talk later and scampers past Kelly and around the corner. I gulp as she glares at me.

“I…Kel-“

Kelly cuts me off.

“Save it. I need to get back to class.”

Kelly’s voice wavers and I start to walk towards her but she shakes her head and clenches her teeth, backing away from me.

“I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

Kelly mutters then turns and walks down the hall. I groan and bang the back of my head against the lockers. How could I let this happen?

//

When I walk into the seventh bell Kelly doesn’t look up. I walk to her desk and gulp.

“Kelly…”

I say softly. Kelly looks up with a hard look on her face.

“That is inappropriate Ms. Hart. You call me by Ms. Harper or Ms. H, you know this. Now- please go sit down. We’re getting started immediately.”

My face falls but I concede and go to my seat. Jane comes in and starts to talk to me but I block her out.

“Jane, I’m not in a good mood. Okay?”

I say and Jane nods her head with a frown. I put my head down on my desk and work on the worksheet Kelly had passed out. When the final bell rings I raise my head and look for Kelly to see her quickly gathering her things. I stand up.

“Ms. Harper, I need to ask you a question on the paper.”

Kelly looks to me and clenches her teeth.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”

I shake my head.

“Not if I don’t do it as homework.”

By now the door has clicked shut and I sigh.

“I didn’t kiss her, Kelly.”

I say quickly. Kelly looks away from me and rests her hands on her desk as she leans on it.

“But you didn’t stop her, did you?”

Kelly sounds so hurt, it kills me. I lower my eyes to the floor.

“It lasted two seconds at the most- she caught me by surprise.”

We look back to each other and I can tell Kelly is straining to believe me. I walk closer to her slowly and keep our eyes connected.

“Yesterday, when I kissed you after you told me not to kiss you unless I felt the same way…I meant that kiss, Kelly. I did NOT mean that stupid little kiss that Jane gave me. I need you to believe me because of our kiss. Please.”

I finish as I reach her. Kelly bites her lip.

“How do I know it won’t happen again?”

I don’t hesitate to take the last step forward, cup her cheek, and kiss her as passionately as I can. Kelly sighs against my lips and rests her hands lightly on my hips. I kiss her harder and move my fingers to slide into her hair. Kelly moans softly as my tongue grazes her lips for entrance. She parts her lips and our tongues start a fluid motion of teasing and careful strokes. When air becomes necessary I pull back and we both pant for breath as I rest my forehead against hers.

“That is how you know…no one…will ever kiss me the way you do…and I don’t want them to.”

I say breathlessly. Kelly nods her head and laughs lightly.

“Okay…that’s a good answer.”

I smile and steal a quick kiss.

“So you believe me now?”

Kelly nods her head and I smile.

“Good, I didn’t not want a reason to go on a date with her.”

Kelly pulls back enough to look at me.

“She asked you out?”

I nod my head and she crosses her arms even though my own arms were around her waist.

“Well, it’s a no just in case you were wondering.”

Kelly informs me and I smile.

“I already knew that but thank you for clearing it up.”

Kelly rolls her eyes affectionately and smiles as her arms wrap around my neck.

“I’m sorry I was so quick to judge you.”

She whispers and pulls me into a hug. I shake my head and kiss her cheek.

“Don’t be. I understand.”

Kelly kisses my neck and moves her hand to cup my cheek. I moan softly and her kisses move to the other side of my neck. I lick my lips and gulp. Kelly moans and nips at my skin, making my breath hitch.

“Kelly.”

I moan out. Kelly hums against my pulse point.

“Hmm?”

I pull her blouse from her skirt and drag my nails up her back, making her moan.

“I want to fuck you…so hard.”

Kelly chuckles against my neck and I frown. Suddenly she is grabbing my wrists and trapping them behind my back and her lips hover over mine.

“No. What’s going to happen is…you’re going to call your parents and tell them you’re going to a friends house for a project…then I am going to keep you hostage in my bedroom until I think you can leave.”

I smile and laugh but she was completely serious. Kelly sinks her teeth into my shoulder and I cry out. Kelly smiles against my skin.

“Laugh again and see what happens.”

Kelly threatens and being the tease I am, I laugh.

“Ha-Ha”

I let out, sarcastically. Kelly switches to hold my wrists with one hand and uses the other to slap my ass. I gasp loudly and look at Kelly with wide eyes. As surprising as it was…I liked it. She simply smirks and raises her eyebrow in response.

“There’s more where that comes from if you keep thinking I’m joking.”

I bite my lip and bring my lips extremely close to hers.

“Kelly?”

Kelly lets out a soft ‘hmm?’ and I close my eyes and gulp.

“Wh-What if I like it?”

I ask hesitantly. Kelly pulls back with a small smile. She cups my cheek.

“We have many more nights to figure out what you like and don’t, okay? No rush.”

I blush and nod my head. Kelly leans forward and kisses me lightly.

“Would you like to come back to my house now?”

I bite my lip and feel the throbbing of a headache behind my eyes that I’ve had since I hit my head against the lockers. I’ve been to the nurse before this class and she gave me child pain meds which seem to dull the pain but it was still there and who knows when it will wear off.

“I have a headache. I don’t think I’ll be much fun.”

I frown and Kelly chuckles.

“We don’t have to have sex every time Emily.”

I lift my head and look at her with a raised eyebrow. Kelly furrows her brow.

“Emily, we do NOT need to have sex every time. Especially if you or I don’t want to- I need you to know that. I don’t want you to feel pressured to have sex with me, okay?”

I blush harder and nod my head.

“I-I know, I just…the sex is REALLY good and…I do want to fuck you..I’m not pressured…I don’t…okay.”

I jumble because I don’t think I even know what I was trying to say. Kelly chuckles and presses her lips to my forehead.

“You got one heck of a headache, huh?”

I laugh and lean into her touch. She pulls away and cups my chin.

“I’ll meet you at the house. I have to stop and make a quick errand before I get there. There’s a spare key under the plant pot outside the door, let yourself in and make yourself at home.”

Kelly kisses me softly and I moan quietly against her lips.

“Okay…can I have one more kiss? It makes my headache feel better.”

I smile cheekily as she kisses me again but longer. Kelly pulls away with a smile.

“I’ll see you at my place.”

I smile back and grab my bag before heading out to my car.

//

I manage to find her spare key and go inside her house. I get myself something to drink and turn on the television in the kitchen and hop onto the counter. Before I know it she is coming through the front door.

“Emily?”

Kelly calls out into the house.

“Kitchen!’

I yell back. Kelly walks into the kitchen and smiles.

“I’m glad to see you’ve made yourself comfortable.”

I blush and she kisses me lightly. Kelly takes a deep breath and holds up a silver key as she moves in front of me and in between my legs. I smile.

“Pretty key.”

I tease and Kelly chuckles.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s yours…if you want it.”

Kelly says hesitantly. My eyes widen.

“Mine?”

Kelly nods her head.

“Yeah, to my house so you can come over whenever you want. You don’t have to take it now but it’s here for you whenever you want it.”

Kelly bites her lip nervously and I smile. I wrap my fingers around the key.

“I want it now.”

I take the key from her hand and Kelly smiles in relief. I kiss her softly.

“What do we do now?”

I ask against her lips and Kelly kisses me tenderly.

“We could…I…cannot think of anything besides sex.”

I chuckle and move my hands up to caress her neck. I nip at her bottom lip.

“That’s good…my headache is gone.”

I inform her. Kelly smiles and wraps her arms around my waist and me, knowing what is going to happen, wrap my legs around her middle. Kelly kisses me softly as she slides me off the counter and starts walking to the stairs. I start to unbutton her blouse as she walks upstairs. Kelly moans against my lips and presses me into the nearest wall upstairs. She presses me hard against the wall and shucks her blouse from her body. I bite my lip and unsnap her bra and she takes that off too. Her hands quickly find my t-shirt and pull it over my head before throwing it over her shoulder. I attach our lips with a deep moan and her hands grab my ass as she continues to walk to her bedroom. Kelly falls onto the bed back first with me on top. Her hands make quick work of pulling down my underwear and jeans. I struggle getting them off but they eventually land on the floor. I start to unzip her skirt but she stops me and I frown.

“No fair.”

Kelly chuckles softly and kisses my neck as one hand snakes between us and finds my hard clit. I moan then bite my lip.

“I want you to ride me.”

Kelly whispers into my ear. I shiver and buck my hips and she easily slides two fingers inside of me. I throw my head back and moan.

“Fuck.”

Kelly kisses and nips my neck as she thrusts gently into me. I moan and try to make her rhythm faster.

“Do you want more?”

Kelly husks into my ear. I nod my head quickly.

“Yes, please Kelly.”

I pant softly. Kelly pulls out of me and pushes three fingers back in. I groan and rest my forehead against hers.

“Ride me, Emily.”

Kelly whispers to me and moves her free hand to my ass and grips it hard.

“Oh, yes.”

I hiss out as her hand on my ass thrusts me down harder onto her fingers. Kelly smirks.

“You like that, Em?”

I whimper as she continuously slams me down onto her fingers. I feebly nod my head and Kelly chuckles softly.

“I knew you would. You like how tight you feel when I’m inside you.”

I moan and start to aid in her thrusts. Kelly moans and presses her forehead harder into mine.

“Look at me.”

My eyes strain to keep open but they open nonetheless and they keep hold on her eyes. Kelly licks her lips and I bite my bottom lip. Kelly’s thrusts get harder and my body simply starts to shake in exertion. I pant hard.

“Make me cum, please. I want it so bad Kelly.”

I whimper and her eyes somehow get darker. My hands beside her head clench the sheets in my fists as I approach my orgasm.

“I NEED you, Kelly.”

I whisper to her. Kelly’s eyes widen in surprise before adjusting her hand and rubbing her thumb against my clit. I throw my head back and cry out in pleasure. Neither hand stops until I am on my second orgasm. My body shakes like a leaf as my orgasms wash through me. I let out a sigh and rest my head against her shoulder. My skin was covered in sweat and tainted the edges of my hair a dark brown. I breathe heavily against her for quite some time before I lift my head and kiss her lightly.

“Thank you.”

I mumble in between kisses.

“For what?”

Kelly asks curiously.

“Making me cum twice.”

We both laugh and Kelly softly slides her fingers out of me. She raises them to her lips and sucks them into her mouth with a moan. I groan and reach up to pull her fingers from her mouth.

“You’re really hot.”

I mumble against her lips. Kelly smiles before closing the gap and kissing me hard. I moan and pry her lips apart with my tongue to tease her own tongue. Kelly moves both of her hands to my ass and squeezes hard. I get lost in our kiss and tangle my fingers in her hair. Kelly groans against my lips eventually and she grabs one of my wrists and moves my hand down between her thighs. I smile and nip at her lip as I skillfully unbutton her pants and push them down her thighs as much as I can along with her panties. I run my fingers up and down her slick lips as she moans loudly. I’ve barely touched her. I push two fingers into her and her nails dig into my ass as she moans even louder. I groan and move my lips from hers to plant kisses on her shoulder and neck. I start a fast and hard rhythm. Making sure my thumb grazes her clit every so often. When I feel she is on the edge her hands suddenly wrap around my wrist.

“Touch my clit, please.”

Kelly groans out. I moan against her neck and do as she asked. My thumb presses hard against her clit and it sends her over the edge. She buries her head in my neck and moans loudly. Her hips jerk and twitch as I continue to fuck her. When she calms down I ease my fingers out of her and kiss her cheek lightly. Kelly releases my ass and rests her head on the bed.

“How do you feel about a nap?”

Kelly asks softly. I smile and move off of her and under the blankets as she does the same. I snuggle into my pillow and immediately fall asleep.

//

I awake slowly and find Kelly on her stomach with her face towards me and her sex-crazed hair falling over her shoulders. I smile and turn on my side to face her. The covers had moved down her body to expose her back. I get closer and run my fingers slowly over her skin. My touches were light so I didn’t wake her. An avalanche of emotions fall over me and my heart flutters in my chest.

“I love you.”

I whisper softly then smile. I quickly check to see if Kelly is awake and sigh when I see she is still soundly asleep. I look at the clock and see that my parents will already be home in a few minutes. Shit. I get out of bed quietly and run through the house to gather my clothes. I get dressed and leave a note on the pillow next to Kelly;

Dear Kelly,

Today was not one of our scheduled days so my parents have beaten me home. I had to leave quickly. I’ll see you tomorrow and I hope to see you wearing one of those really hot skirts.

Xoxox,
Emily

//

I don’t have time to react.

Red lips were pressing insistently against mine.

Teeth were scraping across the skin of my neck.

My head was spinning like I couldn’t think or focus.

My chest was heaving as I pant hard for breath.

Want to know why I was in such a state? One word. One name. One wonderful human being. Kelly Harper. Kelly had done as I asked and dressed in a nice short skirt that hugged every part of her thighs, ass, and hips. She had worn a blue blouse that had the three top buttons unbuttoned not so inconspicuously throughout the day. She would stare at me until I looked at her and then unbutton her shirt. Of course, I had paid attention to all of these factors. My panties were practically dripping by the end of the day. Once Kelly’s door had closed she had locked it and pounced. That is why we are where we are now. I was pressed hard against the metal cabinets I had fucked her against just the other day. Kelly was alternating between kissing my lips and kissing my neck. I reach up and fist my hands in her blonde hair, making sure to jerk her back for a split second before trying to take control and covering her lips with mine. Kelly growls in annoyance and slams my hands back against the cabinet. I whimper is submission and arch for more of her touch. Kelly moves down my neck as her hands pull my shirt over my head. I am pressed back into the cold metal and I shiver. Kelly jerks down my bra, not even bothering to unsnap it, and attacks my breasts and hardening my nipples to almost painful points. I moan and rest my head back against the cabinets.

“God, what’s g-gotten into you today?”

I ask breathlessly. Kelly groans against my skin and releases my wrists to cup my breasts as her lips crash against mine.

“I saw a few girls making googly eyes at you in the hallway. I got a little jealous.”

I smile as Kelly whispers this to me. I moan when her fingers pinch my nipples.

“I should get you jealous more often if I get this treatment.”

I chuckle and Kelly leans back to glare at me.

“You won’t like what I do if you flirt back Emily.”

I smirk and shrug my shoulders.

“You never know Ms. Harper. I’m quite full of surprises.”

I say seductively and Kelly growls.

“You’re too talkative today.”

Kelly pulls me into a deep kiss and I moan into her mouth as her tongue slides past my lips. She continues to pinch my nipples and soon I am whimpering and trying to grind on her leg. Kelly chuckles against my lips when I growl in frustration.

“Kelly…please.”

I whine and Kelly smirks as she starts to kneel and kiss down my stomach. Her hands jerk down my jeans and panties to my ankles in one tug. I feel her hot breath against my center and I shiver.

“Please…please.”

I pant out and Kelly leaves a kiss on my hip.

“I love it when you beg.”

Then her hot wet tongue is swiping through my folds and I moan. Kelly quickly finds my clit and relentlessly flicks my little bud. I try my best to muffle my moans by biting my knuckles but a few sounds escape my lips. My other hand comes down to tangle carelessly in her hair to desperately pull her closer. Kelly moans and brings two fingers up to tease my entrance before pushing them inside. I moan loudly and grip her hair harder.

“Yes, fuck- ah! Yes!”

I cry out in pleasure as her fingers reach my g-spot. How the hell did she always find that spot? Kelly moans deeply against my clit and it takes all I have not to moan out again. My legs shake as my orgasm starts building rapidly. My moans become broken whimpers and almost sobs. Her lips suck greedily at my clit and I’m pushed over the edge. My other hand flies down to keep her in place and I gasp.

“Oh fuck!”

I groan out as my orgasm rushes through my body. I fall back into the cabinets and ride out my orgasm. My legs eventually give out and I jerk her hand away before I fall. Kelly manages to use her free hand to grab my ass to slow the impact before I hit the ground. Kelly smiles and kisses me lightly.

“Now I get to check ‘make a girl fall down from an orgasm’ off my bucket list.”

I can’t help but laugh and Kelly readily joins in. When I settle down I tighten the hold I had on her hair and bring her closer for a soft kiss.

“Glad I could help.”

I whisper softly and Kelly smiles into our next kiss. Kelly leans in closer to kiss my deeper and her fingers start to move inside me again. I moan and break the kiss.

“Kelly we sh-should just go b-back to your house- Mmm.”

I moan at the end of my sentence and Kelly smirks.

“Just shut up Emily.”

I frown but Kelly kisses the frown from my face and makes her thrusts harder. I moan and try to get some air into my lungs but she continues to kiss me. I whimper and use my legs to hook around her waist and pull her closer. Kelly moans and moves her other hand in between us to rub my clit with her thumb. Unlike her fingers, her thumb was pressing hard and making rough circles on my clit. I moan loudly and cant my hips up to meet her thrusts.

“Faster.”

I mumble against her insistently hungry lips. Kelly groans deeply and fingers me faster. I let out a high pitched moan and arch my back. My legs fall down next to her thighs and my toes curl from the pleasure.

“Kelly I-“

I start but Kelly interrupts me.

“You are mine. No one else is allowed to touch you. Is that understood?”

Kelly growls and the possessive tone she has in her voice has me hurtling towards the edge. Kelly slams her fingers into me up to her knuckles over and over again.

“Is. That. Understood, Emily?”

Kelly punctuates each word with a hard thrust before resorting back to her fast pace. I squeak in pleasure and surprise.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Understood!”

I gasp out and the animalistic growl Kelly makes against my lips sends me over the edge. My muscles clench deliciously around her fingers and my hands drop down to her shoulders to hold tight. My hips buck on her fingers as she kisses my neck and whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I moan softly throughout my climax until it becomes whimpers. Kelly gently pulls out of me as I rest against the cabinets and pant for air. Kelly tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and I lean into the touch. ‘I love you’ flashes through my head and I open my eyes. Kelly smiles and gives me a light kiss. I’ll save those words for another time. I smile back.

“I don’t think you’re a little jealous. I think you’re a lot jealous and I think it’s about more than girls in the hallway.”

I raise an eyebrow and Kelly blushes slightly and lowers her eyes.

“Jane was staring at you the whole time during class.”

Kelly mumbles. I sigh and cup her chin and lead her eyes to mine.

“You have nothing to worry about. I’ve talked to Jane, she knows I don’t like her. She will stop liking me eventually, Kelly.”

Kelly gives me a small nod of her head. I look her square in the eyes.

“I’m yours, Kelly. I am all yours.”

Kelly smiles and moves her hands down to my hips and then pulls me so I am straddling her lap. I smile as she kisses me hard.

“Yes, you are.”

Kelly mumbles against my lips and I take a nip at her juicy kiss-bruised bottom lip. Kelly moans and I coax her to kneel in front of me. I shimmy her skirt up to her waist before sitting her back down to climb on her lap and reach a hand into her panties. Kelly moans into my mouth as I rub her clit hard, waiting for just the right moment to speed up. I move one arm behind her neck and pull her into a harder kiss. Kelly moans and moves her hands down to fondle my ass. Kelly growls after a while of me touching her softly.

“Faster.”

Kelly demands and surprisingly smacks my bare ass. I gasp then moan softly at the fresh wave of arousal that courses through me.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I whisper smartly and speed up my fingers. Kelly moans and grips my ass harder. Our lips break apart and her lips and teeth find my tight nipples. I moan and move my free hand to the back of her head and press her harder into my breasts. Kelly moans and smacks my other ass cheek. I throw my head back and grind against her with a strangled moan. Kelly pants hard against my skin and her fingers dig into my skin.

“Right there Em- right there.”

Kelly pants out and I bend down to capture her lips in a hot kiss. Kelly moans and smacks my ass hard and twice in quick recession. I groan and make a fist in her hair when I know she is close. Her throat releases a loud moan and I nip at her neck.

“Cum Kelly. Cum for me.”

I whisper to her and she complies with a shaky moan.

“Oh fffuuuuccckkkk.”

Kelly draws out as her orgasm rocks her body. I slow my fingers and kiss her neck lightly. Within a few minutes, Kelly is settled. I kiss her softly.

“I want to spend the night tonight if that’s okay?”

Kelly smiles and runs her hands tenderly over my ass and back.

“Of course. I always love your company.”

I smile and pry myself from her embrace. I start to get dressed again as she straightens herself out. When I’m finished I walk over to her and wipe off the red lipstick that had smeared across her chin. Kelly smiles and tugs me, via belt loops, to press against her. I smile back.

“I’ll see you at your house then?”

Kelly smiles brighter.

“Yep, you got a key if you get there early.”

I giggle at how happy she was for giving me that key. Kelly dips down and steals a kiss before lightly smacking my ass.

“Get going.”

I roll my eyes with a smile as I walk to the door.

“You just want me to leave first so I can use my key.”

I tease. Kelly smirks as she gathers her things. I chuckle as I walk out of her classroom.

//

Kelly, of course, isn’t there so I use my key to get in. I raid her fridge as per usual since I’m still in my hungry teenager stage. I finish making my sandwich when she walks in. Kelly walks into the kitchen and smiles.

“Have I ever told you how adorable you are for making a sandwich every chance you get?”

I smile with a light blush and Kelly sets down her purse on the table before leaning in and giving me a quick kiss. I hum against her lips and she pulls away. I’m too distracted to notice her lean down and take a bite of the sandwich I was holding in my hands. I frown and send her a playful glare.

“Hey.”

Kelly smirks as she chews and I move away to take my own bite. Kelly licks her lips.

“I have to grade papers and I assume you have homework, yes?”

Kelly asks as she grabs a few folders from her purse. I nod my head and grunt in response with a mouth full of my delicious sandwich. Kelly chuckles and kisses my forehead as she passes me to go into the living room.

“I’m going to go change. Come in here when you finish your sandwich.”

I give Kelly another grunt and she smiles as she walks upstairs. I finish my sandwich and clean up my mess. I grab my bag and make my way into the living room and plop down on the couch. I get out all the things I need and start on my French homework. I hear a floorboards creak and I look up at the stairs. Kelly had changed into a simple white t-shirt with gray sweatpants, obviously no bra. I gulp and squeeze my thighs together. Kelly sits down on the opposite end of the couch and opens one of her folders. When I don’t stop staring at her she looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Do you need something, dear?”

I blink a few times before narrowing my eyes at her.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

I state and Kelly shrugs as she looks back to her papers.

“No, I am not, I like to be comfortable in my own home. It’s a routine of mine.”

Kelly dismisses. A picture of Kelly doing this every day flashes through my mind and I smile softly. I go back to my work and we sit in silence, completing our separate tasks. It doesn’t take long for me to finish my homework and get bored. I turn to Kelly with my back resting on the armrest and watch her. Her tongue flicks across her lips repeatedly and her brow furrows in concentration. I raise myself up slightly and try to peek at the papers.

“What ya grading?”

I ask her and Kelly glances at me before continuing.

“Worksheets.”

Kelly answers vaguely. I huff and fall back against the armrest. I scan down her body like I had when she was on the stairs and a heat starts between my thighs. Maybe I can convince her to forget those papers for an hour or so…hopefully more. I stretch my legs until my sock-clad feet are touching her thigh and I trace imaginary lines on her sweatpants. Kelly pulls her attention from the papers to look at me with raised eyebrows.

“Emily, if you’re bored there is a perfectly functional tv in the kitchen.”

I smile and scoot closer and sit up with my hands supporting my body behind me. I move my foot to the inside of her leg and tease the seam of her crotch. Kelly visibly shivers and gulps.

“Mmm…I have something else in mind, Ms. Harper.”

I hit her with a long stare of my bedroom eyes. Kelly lets me tease her for a few seconds longer before pushing my foot away and glaring at me.

“I’m working Emily.”

I sigh dramatically before flopping back on the couch. A mischievous idea pops into my head and I hold back a smile.

“That’s too bad.”

I tease and see my words catch Kelly’s attention. I move my hands to drift over my breasts and stomach. Her breath catches.

“I’ll have to take care of myself then.”

I hum softly as I flick my nipples through my shirt and spread my legs. Kelly lets out a frustrated huff of breath and I close my eyes to really take in my touches and imagine Kelly over me. I open an eye after a few seconds of kneading my breasts and see Kelly continuing to work on the papers with a flushed face. I smirk and close my eye and let out a soft moan as I slide one hand underneath my shirt and bra to pinch my nipple and the other to my pants to skillfully unbutton my jeans. I can hear Kelly when she takes a big gulp. I lick my lips and slide my hand into my wet panties and touch my clit.

“Mmm…Kelly…”

I moan and that earns a groan from Kelly. I bite my lip to hold back a smirk. My hand quickens it’s pace and I arch my back.

“Oh, yes, fuck me.”

I breathe out. In a second a warm body is in between my legs and trapping both of my hands in between our bodies, forcing me to stop my menstruations.

“You’re an asshole.”

Kelly grunts before her lips attack mine, wiping the smile that had spread across my lips. A moan makes its way past my lips when her tongue snakes it’s way into my mouth. Kelly pulls my hand from under my shirt and replaces it with her own warn soft hand. Her fingers roughly play with my nipple and I whimper in response. Since my hand was stilled between my legs from her weight I simply grind up against my fingers. Kelly grabs my wrist and lifts herself up enough to jerk my hand from my jeans.

“Only I am allowed to touch you.”

Kelly husks before sliding her hand down my panties. I moan and move my hands up to caress her back and ass. Kelly starts a steady rhythm of rubbing my clit but I could tell she was going easy on purpose. I whimper and claw at her sweatpant-clad ass.

“Fuck me, god damn it.”

I grunt into her ear. Kelly pants softly as she pulls back. Her eyes were lit with playfulness and a small smirk spreads on her lips.

“What are you going to do if I don’t, Emily?”

Ah. Challenge. I buck my hips in time with her fingers and feel the growing warm feeling in my stomach.

“I won’t fuck you for a week.”

I deal out but it only earns me a laugh from the woman above me. Her fingers pinch softly at my nipple and make me moan.

“You can’t last two days.”

Kelly retorts and I moan softly.

“Says the woman who jumped me today.”

I see her try to think of a comeback so I go in for the kill. I manage to jerk her down so she is pressed fully against me but her hands could still move. I bring my lips to the arch of her ear.

“Imagine all the girls I could flirt with.”

I tease and it sets her off with a low, and possessive growl. Without another word her fingers speed up, faster than I think she’s ever gone. My back arches and my thighs twitch.

“Fuck! Yes! Don’t stop baby!”

I cry out and Kelly bites and sucks on my neck. How the hell was she able to make me turn into a whimpering/moaning mess in less than 10 seconds? I moan loudly and dig my nails into her shoulders as I hold on tight.

“Say it.”

Kelly whispers in my ear. I furrow my brow in confusion.

“Say you’re mine Em. I need you to say it for me.”

Kelly asks softly. We weren’t playing anymore. She wants reassurance. She wanted me to be all hers. I pull her face from my neck by her hair and crash my lips against hers. I moan against her mouth as I feel myself reaching my climax.

“I-I’m yours. I’m al-all yours.”

I stumbled out because her fingers were still working magic on my clit. Kelly moans and kisses me hard as I fall over the edge. I whimper and grip her shoulder tightly and wrap my legs around her waist. Kelly slides her hand from my shirt and buries her head in my neck as she rubs my sides soothingly. She eventually removes her fingers from my clit and rests her body fully against mine. I pant softly and Kelly kisses my neck. I coax her head to look up at me and kiss her lightly.

“Kelly, are you jealous or are you scared that I’m going to leave you?”

I ask hesitantly. Kelly sighs and looks at me sadly.

“Both. You’re just so young and hot and a lot of girls your age look at you and want you. I’m scared you’re going to realize I’m too old for you and stop this.”

Kelly bites her lip. I smile and kisses her gently.

“You are too old for me Kelly but I don’t care because I like you. Okay? I like you.”

I smile and Kelly smiles back and kisses me lightly.

“Thank you.”

I smile devilishly and wiggle my eyebrows.

“Thank you.”

Kelly chuckles and leans back on her heels. I sit up and zip up and button my pants.

“I’ll go get some dinner started and let you keep working. That okay?”

I ask as I stand up and straighten out my shirt and bra. Kelly sits back on the couch and grabs the folder she had thrown to the floor before pouncing on me.

“Yeah. Ask me if you need help finding something.”

Kelly smiles sweetly at me and I smile back before walking into the kitchen and looking through the mass amounts of food she has, but rarely uses.

//

I have just finished the spaghetti and sauce with garlic bread when Kelly walks into the kitchen. She smiles.

“Wow. This smells great.”

I smile as Kelly wraps her arms around my waist as I stir the sauce.

“Thank you.”

I preen under her compliment and Kelly kisses the side of neck. I hum and close my eyes briefly. Kelly moves her hands over mine and we stir the sauce together in silence with her kissing my neck every so often. The timer for the garlic bread in the oven goes off and I turn my head to give her a quick kiss.

“Can you get the bread out?”

I whisper to Kelly and she smiles.

“Yes, Chef.”

Kelly winks and releases me to take out the bread as I giggle. We set everything on plates and soak the pots and pans I used. We sit down after Kelly grabs us a bottle of wine and wine glasses.

“You know I’m underage to drink.”

I tease as I take a sip. Kelly smirks and raises an eyebrow.

“Obviously, that’s not stopping you.”

I smile and shrug.

“What can I say, I’m a rebel.”

We both laugh at that and Kelly suddenly leans over and steals a kiss.

“Thank you for dinner.”

I blush and spin my fork to gather some spaghetti.

“You haven’t even tasted it yet.”

Kelly chuckles and takes a bite of the spaghetti. She moans deeply and I look up with a smile. Kelly looks at me with wide eyes.

“This is fucking amazing Emily- fucking amazing.”

Kelly was hot in generally. A cursing Kelly was even hotter. I smile and lick my lips. Kelly narrows her eyes and studies me skeptically.

“Does that get you hot? When I cuss like that?”

Shit. I blush and scoff.

“What? N-No.”

A slow mischievous smirk spreads on Kelly’s lips.

“I fucking love it when I fuck you on the couch and you moan like a bitch in heat.”

I bite my lip to hold back a moan and clench my thighs as tight as I can as arousal coats my panties. Kelly’s smile gets wider and she moves her sock clad foot to rub against my calf.

“And I fucking love it when you scream my name as I fuck you like my little bitch.”

Her foot raises to my thighs and I have to whimper and push my chair away from the table to keep from jumping her bones. Kelly chuckles and I frown and glare at her.

“That’s not funny Kelly. Now I’m all hot and bothered…you know dirty talk turns me on.”

I whisper the last part and Kelly looks at me with a small smile.

“I know you like my dirty filthy mouth, especially on your hot little cu-“

I stand up quickly and cut Kelly off.

“Kelly!”

Kelly looks up at me with guilty eyes.

“Sorry…”

Kelly mumbles. I sigh and sit back down.

“You’re annoyingly sexy sometimes, that’s all.”

Kelly holds back a smile and we continue to eat with small chit chat.

//

After dinner, I fill the sink with soapy water and I wash the dishes as Kelly dries them. When they are done I drain the sink and Kelly moves in behind me.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Kelly asks me as she wraps her hands around my waist.

“Umm, shopping with my mom.”

Kelly moves my hair to the side and kisses my neck.

“Mmm. Sounds fun.”

Kelly mumbles with her lips still pressed to my skin. I hum in agreement and close my eyes. Kelly kisses and nips softly at my neck until I am finished draining the sink. She runs her hands up and down my sides.

“How do you feel about just sleeping tonight?”

Kelly asks hesitantly. I turn around in her arms after grabbing a dry dish towel and raise an eyebrow.

“You know you’re the one who told me we didn’t have to have sex.”

I end with a smile. Kelly blushes slightly and shrugs.

“I know…I’m just asking I guess…I didn’t want to upset you.”

I sigh and pull her into a hug. I nudge my nose into her neck as her arms wrap around my shoulders.

“Kelly, as amazing as the sex is- and it is AMAZING- but believe it or not, half the time I wonder what your favorite color is or where you went to college.”

I pull back with a shy smile and Kelly smiles back as she tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Blue and Harvard.”

Kelly supplies and I smile bigger.

“Red and I want to go to Stanford.”

Kelly’s smile falters before she smiles tightly. I look at her curiously.

“What?”

Kelly scoffs and tries to pull away.

“Nothing.”

I clamp my hands down on her shoulders and keep her pressed against me. I narrow my eyes at her.

“You make that tight smile when you’re lying to me. Tell me. NOW.”

I was rarely demanding so when I am Kelly usually listens. Kelly sags her shoulders.

“Stanford is two states away.”

Kelly grumbles and crosses her arms stubbornly. I sigh and shake my head.

“I applied and I haven’t gotten an answer back…plus after I met you I made an attempt to get into all of the local colleges. It was presumptuous and I guess kind of stupid but if Stanford doesn’t work out I have something close to home to fall back on.”

I shrug as I finish. Kelly bites her lip.

“I don’t want you to stay here just because of me Emily.”

I smile and roll my eyes.

“I wouldn’t be staying here just for you. My parents hate the idea of me going to Stanford but they said if I got in they would be extremely proud of me.”

Kelly chuckles and I move my hands to her hips and pull her closer.

“I’m not leaving anytime soon. So stop worrying about it, for now, okay?”

I raise my eyebrows and Kelly leans in to steal a kiss.

“Okay.”

Kelly mumbles before kissing me again. I smile and kisses her back. We eventually pull apart and decide to watch a movie together. The movie is longer than we anticipated so we don’t go to bed until late at night. I only take off my socks, jeans, and bra before sliding in her bed. Kelly gets in after me and pulls me closer to cuddle. I fall asleep instantly.

//

A loud bang wakes me up. I slowly blink my eyes open and find Kelly snuggled into her pillow. Another bang. Thunder. I look at the window and see lightning flash through the sky. Ever since I was a little kid I had been infatuated with thunderstorms. I stand up quietly and grab a blanket from the end of her bed and sit in the chair she had near the window. I wrap myself in the blanket and watch the lightening. I hear Kelly groan after a few minutes and I look to her. Kelly was swiping her hand across the bed where I was supposed to be. She blinks her eyes open and props herself up on her elbow.

“Em?”

Kelly finds me sitting by the window and I give her a small smile. She lays back down and pats the spot I had occupied a few minutes before.

“I’m cold. Come back.”

Kelly whines. I smile and giggle as I walk back to the bed and drop the blanket before I get under the covers. Kelly hums softly and buries her face in my neck.

“I love you.”

We both freeze and Kelly pulls back with eyes widened in panic. I cup her cheeks.

“Shhh, it’s okay.”

I kiss her softly.

“I love you too.”

I smile shyly and Kelly smiles back.

“You do?”

I see tears rim around her eyes and I pull her to me and kiss her forehead.

“So much.”

Kelly sighs against my skin and raises her head to press a firm kiss to my lips. I moan softly and pull back. A fresh wave of exhaustion hits me and I snuggle against her body.

“We’ll talk about it in the morning?”

I mumble and Kelly kisses the top of my head.

“Yeah.”

We fall asleep quickly.

///

Hopefully I will post the sixth story soon, I’ve already started on it. I hope you all liked this story (;

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This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either the narrator or the ‘you’ character. This is happening today, in a backstreet alley in your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

Oh, heavens, I knew I shouldn’t have taken this short cut! Ironically, I did so in order to avoid exactly this kind of trouble. I am walking on my own along this back street, past some small factories and occasional houses, and it is quite deserted – or it was, until a few seconds ago. I had just come level with the entrance of a side-turning, an alley wide enough for a delivery truck to go down, when you stepped out of it to confront me. There are two other girls with you, looking equally menacing, and the three of you surround me in an instant. You hem me in, and as I step backwards uncertainly I am being unavoidably herded into the entrance of the alley.

I can see from your uniforms that you go to the other school – the one that hates the well-off kids at my school. I attend a rather exclusive private girls-only school on the other side of town from where I live, but my parents are not wealthy at all – I won a scholarship there on my academic ability. I have to travel back across town each day, and can’t avoid going near to the large state co-ed comprehensive. I used to go by bus, but I had such nastiness and bullying when it went by your school and the pupils from there got on – the girls were much meaner than the boys, and I was all alone and defenceless, as no one else from my school comes back this way. So recently I have been getting off the bus a couple of stops before your school, cutting across through these quiet backstreets, and walking the rest of the way home. It takes half an hour longer but I don’t mind, because until now it has worked fine and I’ve avoided all the hassles. But now I fear it was a mistake – this is an isolated spot, there is no one in sight and even if I screamed for help, I don’t think anyone in any of these buildings would hear me.

I gulp and swallow, feeling queasy in my stomach. This looks like it might be trouble – perhaps bad trouble. You and your two companions seem to be my age – I’m sixteen – or maybe a little more, but I am shorter and lighter, and all of you look quite tough, I’m sure any one of you alone could overpower me quite easily. Standing in the centre, quite tall and well-built, you look imposing and intimidating, and you have a tight smile on your face that alarms me – whatever it is that you are looking forward to with such relish, I don’t think it’s going to be good for me.

I panic, turn and bolt away in the only direction that I can go – I have no idea where this alley leads to, but it is my only option. Alarmingly, none of you try to grab me or to chase after me – and you just give a rich, satisfied laugh and, accompanied by the two members of your little girl-gang, you stroll into the alley behind me. I run as fast as I can, though keeping my leather school satchel with me – it has all my homework books, I can’t afford to lose that. Down the alley I fly, about forty yards to where it turns a right-angle to the left, and then along that – but after only a few steps, I stop with a groan, nearly bursting into tears in my frustration and fear. Now I know why there is no haste in your pursuit, for there is nowhere for me to go – it is a dead end!

You have chosen your place of ambush with care: after it turns the corner, the alley only continues for another twenty yards before ending at the rear wall of a factory which closed down about six months ago. The high solid wood gate is padlocked shut; on either side, the brick walls of the alley also rise sheer for at least twelve feet, and both walls and gate are topped by rolls of rusty barbed wire. Even if there was anywhere to get a handhold, I could never climb that – the only possible exit is back the way that I came, along which you and your companions are approaching, spread out so that I cannot dodge past you. Hidden around this corner, we are now completely out of sight from the street, and it is clear from the weeds around the base of the factory gate that no one comes down this way any more.

I back slowly away from the three of you, fear making my muscles weak, my eyes wide and frightened. Oh, what a fool I have been, to let you trap me in this way, running right to where you want me to be – a place where you can do anything to me and no one will see, no one will hear my yells for help or screams of pain, no one will interrupt or stop you. My throat is dry, and I try to swallow as my back bumps into the brick wall and I have nowhere further to retreat to.

‘Please, please … don’t …’ I manage to stutter in a hopeless attempt to avoid the inevitable.

You come forward to stand right in front of me, one of your girls on each side. I look very vulnerable, a picture of pretty and quite naive girlhood. I am just over sixteen, but because of my youthful face and lack of height (I am only five feet three inches), in many ways I look younger than that. However, in one crucial respect this isn’t true – I have a very well-developed bust, which like the other females in my family grew early, and my chest now fills out a 28D bra. I don’t actually like the size of my breasts: the looks I get from men make me very uncomfortable (sometimes more than just looks, too), and I try to keep them out of view and minimise their outline with the clothes that I wear. Usually I keep to loose jumpers and sweatshirts together with baggy trousers, which also cover up my other physical asset – as if to balance the jutting twin peaks on my chest, I have quite a flare to my hips and a tightly-rounded butt.

However, I can’t hide my figure so much in my school uniform, as the regulations at my school are quite specific and (unlike at yours) strictly enforced. So here I am, in sensible black shoes, white knee-high socks and a pleated grey school skirt which comes down to my knees. Above this I have to wear a plain white shirt which is quite tight-fitting and made from a thin fabric, so the shape of my bust and the outline of my bra are quite detectable. I am also wearing our school tie and distinctive red blazer, plus the old-fashioned round straw hat with its band of ribbon in the school colours which is a compulsory part of the uniform. I look quite demure, and the effect is like someone who has just stepped through a time-warp from the 1930s or 1950s. This is further enhanced by my rather girlish looks – everyone says I look sweet and cute – and my natural blonde hair, which I keep about a foot long and usually, as now, tidied away in a pony-tail.

You and your two friends are also in a kind of school uniform, but scruffier, more up-to-date and more individualised. You are wearing a quite short and tight black skirt – something that length at my school would get you sent home at once – with what looks like black tights underneath. You have a white shirt as well, but with the sleeves casually rolled up; if you had a tie it has been removed, and the top two or three buttons on your shirt are undone so that I catch glimpses of what looks like a very non-regulation black bra underneath (at my school, all underwear must be plain and white). You do have the navy blue jacket of your school, but it is unbuttoned, crumpled and has various badges pinned to the lapel.

Your two companions have variants on this uniform. The tough-looking girl on the right with brunette hair which has been streaked with blonde highlights is also wearing a black skirt, but fuller and longer than your derisorily short one. She has a pair of Nike trainers and black socks, and is wearing a kind of sweatshirt top with your school’s name and logo across her chest – she is lean and well-muscled, and looks like a sporty type who plays hard and mean in some physical team game, perhaps soccer or hockey. The two of you are white, but the third girl on your left is black, and holds my eyes with a hard aggressive glare in her deep brown eyes. She is wearing black trousers with a slight flare, and I think it looks like some sort of ankle boots underneath them. The rest of her outfit is a white short-sleeve shirt, most of which is covered by a sleeveless wool slipover in light grey – she actually has a school tie, but the knot is loosened and her top shirt-button is undone. She also has a kind of light rainproof casual jacket, surely not a part of the regulation dress code.

You put your hands on your hips and regard me sardonically, your lips curling.

‘Well, well, if it isn’t the little lady from St. Juliet’s, you think you’re better than us, dontcha?’ you sneer, savouring my trembling anxiety.

‘No – no!’ I feebly deny it, attempt to explain: ‘I don’t think that at all, really, I’m not a rich kid – I’m just on a scholarship … you can see that I come from around here, like you do!’ It did not seem to strike much of a chord of fellowship with you, however, and your response frightened me in a new way:

‘Oh, yeah, for sure! We know all about you Joooley-ettes, lezzie sluts, the fucking lot of you! With your tits, I bet you go down on the prefects and the teachers every day!’

I am shocked and disoriented. No, of course not, I’m not like that at all! Where can you have got such a bizarre and unpleasant idea? Nothing like that happens – at least, I amend mentally, not to me. It’s true that I’ve noticed Miss Edgerton looking at my chest quite a lot, but I sit in the first row in her history class and she can hardly avoid it, can she, it doesn’t mean anything (though I am uneasily aware that I first noticed this on a hot day a few weeks ago, when she gave us permission to take off our ties and undo the top three shirt buttons, and she did stand by my desk, looking over my shoulder at my work, for longer than she did for any of the other girls; it made me feel quite strange and uncomfortable down below, kind of itchy-like). Miss Edgerton is one of the youngest and prettiest of our teachers, she looks so smart in her tight pencil skirts and especially when she wears black boots as well; I do admire her a lot, I suppose even have a bit of a crush on her – but not in that way, not like that!

The truth is that I am completely inexperienced sexually – in fact, I am still a virgin, and in no hurry to lose it either. I am an only child and go to an all-girls school, so I meet hardly any boys – and I am quite happy with that, and glad not to be pestered. I am studious and very determined to do well; I am aiming to get a place at Cambridge university to study sciences, which are my favourite subjects. In fact, I’m really quite a geek and rather shy, so I don’t have many friends amongst the girls at school either, most of whom are snotty rich kids just like you think (though, from their conversations that I overhear, they’re very much into boys and not girls!).

What is going to happen here? Are you going to do something mean like tear up my homework books or throw my satchel over the wall, so that it will take me hours to find someone to unlock the gate and get it back? Or will it be worse, are the three of you going to hurt me and beat me? My heart is thudding in my chest, my knees feel weak and wobbly, and I feel a cold sweat on my back under my shirt even though this is a lovely mild spring day. I must look like a frightened rabbit – certainly, I have no more will to resist, I must just accept my fate and hope that my meekness will make it less bad, get it over sooner. I feel like I might burst into tears, but I try to be brave and somehow hold them back.

The black girl easily prizes the leather satchel from my nerveless fingers, but she puts it down a few feet away quite gently and I feel a ludicrous pang of gratitude when none of you seem to take any further interest in it – recovering from bruises would be a small matter compared to losing all my course notes. Now your two accomplices take my upper arms and hold me against the wall, standing at either side of me and smiling with eager anticipation. But there is no doubt that you are the leader of this gang, that they are here to help you do whatever you want, that you have set this up and will dictate what happens.

I give a little shudder as you reach forward and undo the three brass buttons of my red blazer, pulling it open to either side. I taste the acid of fear in my throat – I am helpless, defenceless with my arms pinioned like this, so vulnerable. You do not hit me in the stomach as I dread, but instead do something unexpected – but in its way, almost worse and more alarming. You reach forward to grasp my prominent breasts, cupping them in your hands and squeezing them quite firmly. I see a strange look on your face, a fevered gleam in your eye, and I give a soft scared whimper.

‘Well, girls’, you say in a surprisingly husky tone of voice, ‘look at these boobs, we’ve got a ripe pair here!’ And then you return to that weird previous preoccupation: ‘I’ll bet the lezzie sluts at your school love to suck on your tits, don’t they? Or do you keep them only for the dyke teachers to get their hands on?’

I shake my head in mute horror – such disturbing images your words conjure up, I have never thought of such things, never mind actually doing them! Yet I can’t seem to shake these ideas out of my head; your hands groping my large breasts give me strange feelings in my legs and belly, and these combine with a shocking but vivid image of Miss Edgerton removing my bra and kissing my nipples. I give a weak groan, and almost without realising it I shift my posture so that my legs are further apart.

You notice this, you see my reaction of denial mixed with confusion, but you hide the exultation that you feel. You push my blazer back off my shoulders, and your friends quickly strip it down my arms and then grasp me again, giving me no opportunity for escape. The black girl tosses the blazer on top of my satchel, and I am glad that your gang seems to have no designs on it either – my purse with my bus pass and house keys are still in its pocket. Next you remove my school tie, which is thrown over to where the blazer is, and then you slowly unbutton my thin white shirt, starting at the neck and moving downwards. When the last button is undone, you pull my shirt apart to either side, and gaze at my breasts in their plain white cotton bra.

You nod once to your assistants, and my shirt is pulled away as briskly as the blazer was before it, which it joins on the ever-growing pile of my discarded garments. I feel very exposed, and conscious of the mild spring air on my upper body, as I am now naked from the waist up apart from my bra. I see your tongue flit along your lips to moisten them, and I cannot meet the intensity of your gaze – I do not understand what it portents, what is happening here; still worse, I do not understand how I feel about it, what strange unknown emotions are now churning around that central core of fear. Indeed, I’m no longer quite sure what it is that I have to be afraid of: none of you have yet damaged my things or hurt me (the grip on my arms is firm, but not painfully so), and somehow I am feeling more confident that you are not as vicious as I had instinctively assumed.

You reach for my breasts again – they seem to have a magnetic attraction – and you grope them in the soft cotton bra cups, finding my nipples and pulling them. They surprise me by responding into stiffening hardness, but I put that down to a natural physical effect of the fear-induced adrenelin pumping through my body. I still do not expect your next move, as you reach behind my back to unclip my bra, tugging the straps off my shoulders so that it falls down my arms and my thrusting breasts spill out of it into full view. I am paralysed as the other two girls take it all the way off, and the three of you stare at my well-endowed chest – my breasts are not only big for a sixteen year-old, they are also like two cones, jutting and pointy. I blush and close my eyes in shame at being exposed in this way, and then open them again with a squeal as I feel your hands touch my mounds again, the warm pressure of your fingertips tracing around my tits and then tweaking and pulling at them.

Why, why are you doing this, doing such strange things to a stranger? You rub your thumbs across my hardened nipples – they are almost painfully stiff, I have never felt them like that before, and it sends shudders all the way down my backbone until they vibrate between my legs, loosening me there in a most peculiar way.

Oh no! What’s this, what’s going on now? You release my throbbing nipples and take one step back, and with your eyes never leaving my face you remove and drop behind you first your jacket and then your shirt, revealing a pair of medium-sized but quite shapely breasts in a rather naughty black push-up bra, a skimpy half-cup affair.

Your two companions watch with perverse eagerness as you step forward again, bend your head with your shock of tousled jet-black hair, and your lips fasten onto one of my tits whilst your hand mauls at the other. My eyes go wide at this shocking assault, as I realise that it has become unmistakeably sexual – oh, my God, your fixation with lesbian goings-on at my private all-girls school is because you are one, you are a lesbo, and your friends must be as well, if they are going along with this! What are you going to do to me, what do you want my body for? I should tell you to stop, demand that you stop, I want you to stop … don’t I? I think I do, or perhaps I just think I ought to, I have such strange feelings, I really don’t know what to do … so I take the easiest course, and just as I determined at the outset when I was expecting something very different, I will offer no resistance and let you do with me what you wish.

Your licking, sucking and fondling of my breasts is having an unavoidable physical effect. My legs shift wider apart, my pelvis thrust forwards a bit and my back arches, thrusting my tits even more availably outwards. I bite my lips to try and stifle my involuntary groans in response to your agile stimulation, but I can’t really disguise the astonishing – horrifying – fact that it is having an arousing effect on me. No one has ever sexually touched my breasts before, no one has ever treated them in such a way before – it is all shockingly new to me, I feel that I am on some roller-coaster ride, with surging peaks of excitement and then stomach-clenching plunges of anxiety.

I give a sudden shriek – without any warning, you have slipped your other hand under my skirt and reached upwards to take a grip on the crotch of my panties. Oh, dear Lord, you are rubbing me THERE! – in that place, my most private one! Oh, this is so wrong, a girl should not want to do such things to another girl, surely it is all wrong? I feel rather disconnected, hot and sweaty between my legs – it is fright, I am sure, that has made me so moist and sticky down there, dampening the gusset of my panties until they are almost sodden.

Whilst your lips wrap around my tit, and – a startling new attack – you nibble it with your teeth, the hand you have up my skirt is probing and stroking my slit through the thin cotton of my plain white panties. I start to sob, gulping for air as my body convulses in a strange way … I’m not a complete idiot, I have masturbated a few times, but they felt nothing like this, like these hot flushes, this trembling in my thighs, this hollowness in the pit of my stomach, this almost burning feeling in my nipples, these electric charges tingling through my nerve ends from my cunt and breasts to my brain.

OH, GOD! AAAGGH – OH, OH! HOLY SHIT!! I can’t believe it, I think you have just made me come, I think I’ve had an actual orgasm – which I never really have before, from when I have fingered myself a bit; well, anyway, nothing like that! My whole body jerks for a moment, and you take your mouth from my breast (but not your hand from my panties) to enjoy the sight. My eyes are bulging, my mouth open and emitting peculiar yelping gasps, and my legs are spread wide apart, making my grey school uniform skirt ride half-way up my thighs.

I am trembling in the aftershock, staring transfixed at your smugly delighted face, as your two friends laugh and whistle in appreciation. I feel rather faint, and am glad that they are supporting my arms as I think I might otherwise collapse, not just from shock at being taken in this way, manipulated in this way, but also from an incredible floating sense of release, as if a dam I didn’t even know existed had been breached. The black girl sniggers and reaches for my nearest breast, giving that mound of quivering flesh an appreciative stroke and squeeze.

‘Hey, Lynette’, she says, ‘I think you’ve made the little bitch cum, I’ll bet you gave her a better titty-suck than her snotty friends do!’

I start to protest – I don’t have any friends who do that kind of thing (well, I don’t really have any close friends anyway), no one has ever done such things before, they must stop this, it is dirty and wrong – but it comes out rather half-heartedly, and I don’t sound convincing even to my own ears.

I look at you afresh. I know your name now, and somehow it makes all this more real, and because of that more meaningful. It is is not just an awful nightmare event which afterwards I can pretend never really happened, and along with it my disturbing reactions. You remove your hand from under my uniform skirt and raise it to your face, sniffing the fingers that were pushing so insistently into the crotch of my sodden panties. There is a considering expression on your face as you watch me like a hawk … are you done now? Is that it? Will you let me go now, perhaps, please? I have a sudden surge of hope for that … and yet, it is immediately followed by a backwash that feels almost like disappointment … but how could that be, I mean I’m not a … you know, one of them – one of you! … am I? I just don’t know, I don’t know anything any more.

You sense my turmoil, my conflict of desires to flee and to stay, and instinct tells you that this is a pivotal moment, that you have me poised on the cusp. You determine to take things further, to go through with your original plan – in truth, you hadn’t expected that I would come just from sucking my tits and fondling my panties. I see the determined look come into your face, and I have a cold shiver of fear at the very same moment as a knife-sharp thrill, as I realise that this extraordinary sexual ambush is not yet over.

Your eyes narrow and you have a flinty expression, as you conceal your lust and desire for my sweet face and peach of a body. Reahing behind your back, you unsnap your bra and reveal your own breasts, nice B cups with swollen erect nipples from your arousal. You curtly order me to kiss and lick them, and before I can protest you push your chest at my face – you are at least five or six inches taller than me – and you seize my pony tail and force my head downwards so that my mouth mashes against your breast. My lips part in order to make some protest or plea, but you shove your tit between them and I am suddenly experiencing the extraordinary, the unimaginable, sensation of having another girl’s breast in my mouth for the purpose of giving her sexual pleasure. I take the line of least resistance (but only because of that, not because I want to at all, no, really that’s not the case!), and comply with your desire. With hesitant nervousness, I lick your nipple with my tongue – it has a most unusual, intriguing texture and taste, and without intending to I get caught up in this, I start to suck more eagerly, and begin to feel warm and excited by it.

‘Hey, this slut’s a hottie’, laughs the brunette girl holding my left arm, and she shoves a hand under my skirt from behind, making me gasp – but only briefly pausing in my attentions to your breasts – as her hand comes through between my legs from behind to cup and grip my pussy mound, grinding her palm against me. This sends me into overdrive – there is no thought now of complaining at her invasion of my private parts, or of resisting the resulting stimulus. I suck pasionately on your breasts as you firmly grip my pony tail, and I feel a thrill of acomplishemt as your nipples enlarge even more and you start to give little pants of breath … daringly, it croses my mind that if my arms were not being held, maybe I would reach under your so short, mmm so sexy, slutty skirt, and touch you like you did to me … but perhaps that is only a wild thought, brought on by these weird events, for surely I would not really want to have sex with another girl?

You are enjoying my oral attentions to your firm young breasts, and I am doing much better – and being much more enthusiastic – than you expected from such an obvious novice. Still, there is something you want more – and something you have promised your two friends, who are also your lesbian lovers. You instruct them to put me down onto my knees – it is quite grassy just here, so that is not too uncomfortable – and I gaze up silently as you stand close in front of me. Slowly, you reach under your skirt and smoothly pull a pair of very skimpy thong panties down to your ankles, and the black girl holds them to help you step out of them. You plant your feet apart and then hoist up the front of your skirt – to reveal that your tights are actually suspender tights, so that now your cunt and ass are naked and accessible, and I stare at you in transfixed fascination.

Your pussy has a small and neatly trimmed fringe of hair, and in the midst of this is your pudenda – swollen with arousal, the outer labia distended and puffy, revealing the warm pink slash between them. I am riveted to the spot, hypnotised by the sight of your sex – so curved, so colourful, and so moist. My mouth is dry and I lick my lips, whilst you watch my reactions like a hawk. You nod to your companions, and they release my arms and take a pace backwards, leaving me to you. You run your fingers through my hair, actually quite gently and almost affectionately, and then you say:

‘Lick my pussy, girl! Eat me out, get your tongue in my twat!’

I am shocked, and confused by my conflicting feelings – I say nothing, making no protest but also making no move, and from a distance of about a foot I gaze at your cunt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I hear your voice again, and although with the pounding of blood in my ears it seems to me to be remote and far away, your words drop into my subconscious mind like depth-charges – detonating after a delay when they reach the critical depth.

‘Love me there …’ you say, and add: ‘ I know you want to, you want to, babe, don’t you?’

Then, with a firm breath, you hazard it all, betting on your conviction – and your hope.

‘I won’t force you’, you whisper softly, ‘only do it if you want to … and I know you do, I can tell you do. But if you really don’t, you can go, you can leave right now and take all your gear, we won’t stop you … if that is what you truly, truly want.’

My eyes widen, and I feel a sense of shock and also of fear – but no longer a fear of assault or pain, instead it is a heart-panging fear of loss, of failing to rise to the opportunity, the fear of being a coward. I give a slight whimper, I lean a little forwards, and with shaking hands I take hold of your legs just above the knees to brace myself – and then I just do the unthinkable, as if my conscious control has been put on stand-by, I bring my lips to another girl’s cunt and I kiss her on her mound, and then lick along the groove of her furrow. Sweet holy lady Mary, I’m a pussy-eater – I’m a lesbian!

What do they put in teenage pussy-juice? It’s intriguing, and addictive – suddenly, I can’t get enough of the taste and texture of your cunt, and my hands are gripping your thighs with fierce determination, holding you apart as I press my tongue into your vaginal opening, thrusting it as far as it will go, squirming it sideways and then up and down. I feel you give a shudder and a strange cry, tottering slightly on your feet, and from sheer instinct I shift my grip from your legs to seize your ass, one buttock in each hand, and I squeeze you there as I nuzzle my mouth and nose into your crotch. Your breath is coming in pants and gasps, and then a tremor shakes you – you clutch the back of my head, grinding my face harder into your cunt, and you hips give a short spasmodic burst – then more juices seep from your vagina, and I realise with a thrill of accomplishment that you have climaxed, that I have made a girl come.

I release your ass, and you stumble back a couple of steps – you are so aroused, you ram two of your own fingers into your pussy and target your own clitoris with your thumb. With a series of savage thrusts, you bring yourself off for a second orgasm, moaning and grunting. However, I am only seeing this from the corner of my eye, for I pivot on my knees and – before she can react or resist, I pull the brunette in front of me and shove my hand with lightning speed up her skirt. She gives a shocked cry as my fingers twist inside the leg of her panties to grope her pussy. My other hand fumbles at the button and zip at the side of her pleated skirt, and my efforts are rewarded a second later when it tumbles from her hips to crumple around her shoes.

Now I use my grip on the gusset of her panties to drag her right up to my face – I almost overbalance her in my eagerness, and with a yelp she grasps my shoulders for balance. In the next second, I yank her panties down to her knees, and my mouth starts to devour her pussy – I am now a girl with a mission, indeed a crusade: to liberate the holy land of cunt, and make its rivers flow like wine. I have not stopped to think about this in any conscious or logical way – for once, I am acting on instinct and not intellect, on emotion and not reason. I just know that it’s right, it’s right for me, it’s what I need, it’s the missing piece that will fill the void of loneliness in my life.

The brunette might look tough, but she wasn’t prepared for this and she succumbs easily to my attentions. All too soon, whilst I am still trying to get my tongue to lick all the way inside her slit from top to bottom, she is making ‘ooh!’ and ‘aaahh!’ noises, and her grip on my shoulders suddenly hardens. My hands are holding her ass, and I prise her butt apart in my effort get deeper into her – but this is the final booster that launches her rocket, and she utters a string of swearwords as her pelvis shakes in the throes of orgasm.

I release her, and rock back on my heels – my face sticky with the mixture of her fluids and of yours, making the most wonderful cocktail (‘pussytail’, it ought to be called!) in the world. You have watched my sudden burst of energy with wide eyes, whilst drinking in every move that I have made on your friend. Now the black girl, the other spectator, gently pushes the brunette aside and plants herself in front of me. She gives me a fierce look, and says:

‘C’mon, do me too then, fuckin’ suck me off, you bitch’, but then she rather undermines her intimidating presence by adding: ‘please? Don’t leave me out, OK?’

I smile tentatively up at her and nod my agreement, and I am rewarded by a huge grin that transforms her face, her eyes gleaming and her full lips curving upwards. I reach for the front of her trousers, undo the button at her waist and then slowly pull down the zip. Her garment peels away to eah side, revealing a really feminine – though skimpy – pair of Brazilian-style panties in an elaborate pattern of red lace. I admire them as I tug the trousers down her legs and help her to step out of them; I hand them to you, and wordlessly you hold them.

The contrast of the bright red panties on the black girl’s rich ebony skin is amazingly erotic – I understand at once how inter-racial love could be so tempting. I like the panties so much that I hold the black girl’s hands when she is about to pull them down, and give a shake of the head. Instead, I pull their narrow gusset away to the left, revealing the dark joys beneath. This girl shaves her cunt, and the sight of her dark skin contrasting with the hot pink of her opening gives me a huge thrill. I start to lick her pussy, and her taste is somehow exotic and addictive, mingling with the tastes that I have already acquired from you and the brunette.

Maybe I am tiring, or perhaps because the black girl is taken less by surprise she has remained more in control. However, although it takes longer, the effects as they build are even more striking. After a moment of my hungry devouring, the black girl loosens her tie and pulls off her grey wool slipover, throwing both to her brunette friend, swiftly following this by unbuttoning her shirt and shrugging that away as well. I don’t for a second remove my tongue from her pussy, but my eyes swivel upwards and are rewarded by the erotic sight of the underneath of her bra cups – scarlet to match her thong – as she jerks them down and flip-flops her breasts out of them. She is quite well-endowed for our age, and they have a nice mound as well as large nipples that are now prominently on display. With a grunt, she arches her hips further apart and then seizes her tits with her own hands, pulling and squeezing them. This soon gets her off, and I complete my hat-trick of cunnilingus with her bucking and grinding against my face, her head thrown back and her mouth open as she gives short broken pants for breath, her ass slick and sweat-coated in my hands.

When I have satiated her, I pause, suddenly uncertain as to why I am acting like this, and what to do next. You are looking dazed, like you have won the jackpot but don’t know what to do with the prize. Then you give a little shake of your head, as if to clear your thoughts, and you kneel down in front of me on the grass. You put your arms affectionately around me and kiss me softly on the lips, and then you look into my eyes and ask me if I want it.

I know perfectly well what ‘it’ is – gay sex, lesbian girl-fucking, which would have appalled me before, and I still can’t believe it when I nod yes, almost without a second thought. You take my hands and bring me to my feet, and then position me so that I am leaning against the wall. No one is holding me there now, no coercion is involved any more – I have realised that I must be bisexual, or much more probably 100% lesbian, as I don’t feel any interest in boys, certainly not like I am hungering now for this.

In the warm afternoon sunshine, it feels so natural to look down and watch your mouth and hands range over my body – once again, my big breasts draw you like a magnet, and you stroke and lick them. This has a powerful effect, sending my libido through the roof. I arch my hips and thrust my pelvis forwards, taking my school skirt in both hands and hoisting it up to my waist – although I use no words, my actions are unambiguous and the equivalent of shouting ‘take me, have me, I’m yours, fuck me!’

You kneel in front of me and peel my sodden panties away from my pussy and down to the ground. For a delicious moment, you lick me into an even more heightened state of arousal. Then, with a wicked glint of anticipation in your eye, you announce that you have a surprise for me, a kind of present. You reach into your bag, and astonish me by producing a vibrator – it’s not your own, of course, it belongs to your Mom and you have ‘borrowed’ it for the day, but she’ll never know.

When you switch it on, I hear the machine’s faint whirring buzz for the very first time. You can’t resist swiftly stroking it up and down your own pussy, getting some lubrication of cunt-juice on it. Then you run the tip along my slit, and the sensations this causes are amazing – good God in heaven, I think I might just dissolve! Encouraged by my rapturous reaction, you push it into me, but then encounter unexpected resistance. You remove the vibrator in some perplexity, and slip a finger into my pussy instead, feeling your way quite delicately – until it bumps against my hymen.

‘Shit!!’ you exclaim, withdrawing your finger as it had been burnt, and you look at your companions with an expresion of shock – it is the first moment that I have seen any slip in your composure and commanding confidence. ‘Fuckit – she’s a virgin!’ you add, and your surprise and uncertainty is mirrored on their faces as well – none of you had ever thought of that possibility, not least because you all have these fantasy imaginings about what goes on at my all-girls school – it seems you reckon there’s a rampant lesbian orgy every lunchtime.

I am seized by the sudden fear that you are going to be thrown by this, and maybe not only stop pleasuring me but also run away – for all three of you seem really taken aback to be dealing with such innocence, and re-evaluating how you have acted towards me. My stab of panic at the idea that I might lose you is what finally convinces me, and is the spur to action – my usually retiring self takes a back seat to my newfound sexual identity and desire.

I grab your shoulders and force you to look up at me, and, with all the heat and conviction that I can muster, I tell you to go on, to do me, that I want it, I want it now. You are still unsure, and ask hesitantly again whether I really do want to lose my virginity, here and like this. I take your chin in one hand and raise you to your feet, and then I push my other hand under your skirt and slip two fingers into your wet open hole. I am looking directly into your eyes, and I say:

‘Yes! I want this more than anything – and I want YOU to take it, I want YOU to be the one – do me here, for fuck’s sake – fuckin’ do me RIGHT NOW!’

I think my urgency, and the incongruity of the swear words pouring out of my innocent girlish lips, gets through and finally convinces you. You look dazed, like you have just won the lottery (well, honey, in a way you have – you gambled, and now you’ve won big, you’ve really scooped the pool!).

With a tenderness that is unexpected, you lean forwards and gently place a series of soft sweet kisses down my cleft, your eyes shining with the thrill of being my first lover. You are also a practical girl, with some experience – you warn me it will be bound to hurt a little and there will be a show of blood; to avoid getting any of it on my school uniform, we remove my skirt entirely and you roll my socks down to my ankles.

I brace my legs wide apart, and the other two girls take hold on either side, with arms around my shoulders and waist – but now this is not to capture or confine, it is to help and support me, to give comfort and aid. The brunette smiles at me, almost shyly, and the black girl gives me an encouraging grin and a wink of her eye – ‘you’ll be fine’, she whispers in my ear, ‘it don’t hurt too much, not really’.

You resume where you left off, by slowly kissing my breasts again – you do like them, don’t you! I guess having biggish boobs is not such a nuisance after all, if it has attracted and entranced you so much. And, I must admit, the sensations that result from your oral attentions are pretty amazing too – you send shivers running up my spine and down through my stomach and pussy and legs.

After a little while, your hand cups my Venus mound, and then once again you begin to caress me there. This time it is much easier to tease me open – I am much more relaxed, and much more loose and wet. Your finger probes in, and – aaieee! – another alongside it, stretching me apart so that the vibrator can drill into my hole. You switch it on, and I start to pant and moan from the effects of its whirring entry.

Ooh!! It has reached my hymen, and presses against it – what a curious feeling that gives, made up of one part anxiety and two parts desire. You are really concentrating here – you have a fixed, determined look on your face, and you have sucked your lower lip between your teeth and are nibbling on it – oh, you do look so cute! You press a little more, but my membrane holds firm, and actually that’s not so pleasant now. I look down, and urge you on:

‘Please, quickly – now, don’t wait, do it – DO IT!’

You give a little nod, your wrist gives a jerk foward, and – eee-yaaahh!! Suddenly it parts, with a sharp spiky jab, feeling almost like a slight burn – partly because there is tenderness left in its wake. But now there are other, more profound sensations to occupy my thoughts, for the vibrator is inside me now for at least another two inches, and you are working it in and out, pushing on a little more with each thrust.

The penetration combines with the vibration to truly explosive effect. My mouth is dry, and I close my eyes – all my senses have relocated to my vagina, all of my being centres on that point. I am whimpering a bit now, but not in protest – I am riding the escalator to ecstasy, an inexorable ride that surges upwards, and all I have to do is hold on, it is taking me there, taking me to, taking me, taking …

As I call out to you, urging you to fuck me, the other two girls cup my breasts and stroke my nipples, which are diamond-hard and yet hyper-senstive. My hips are jerking, and my ass is bouncing off the wall behind me with every thrust that you make. This can’t last much longer … and then it comes, I come, I detonate, and then in the aftermath of climax I slump back against the wall, dizzy but delighted. It is a good thing the other two girls are bracing me, for my knees are so weak and my stomach is like jelly, and I think that otherwise I would probably faint.

Whilst I lean there, slowly recovering my breath, you wipe my pussy – no longer virgin! – tenderly with some tissues, and by good fortune the brunette has an unused tampon in her bag (it being near to her time-of-the-month) which you put inside my panties before pulling them back up, and which will soak up any blood or fluid that leaks out, and avoid awkward questions when I get home. We all put our clothes back on, for the spring afternoon is starting to cool as the sun goes down behind the old factory roof.

As we talk companionably, as if we have known each other for years (it feels like that), you explain that all three of you are solely and entirely lesbian, but that the other two girls – you introduce them to me now as Jacqui (the black girl) and Karen (the sporty brunette) – are more of a couple, as they were lovers before you discovered about four months ago that they are pussy-only girls too. You have become great friends and enjoyed a lot of hot threesomes since then, but still sometimes they want to be together and that leaves you on your own – so they have been encouraging you to get your own special girl, to find someone to make it a foursome, the gang of four, so no one will be left on the outside.

‘But, trust Lynette’, Jacqui laughs richly after you recount this; ‘she doesn’t fancy any of the other girls at our school, oh no! She has to take a shine to the big-titted blonde cutie from the posh school that she sees on the bus, and she won’t think about anyone else!’

I am astonished to be described in such terms by anyone, and very flattered too. I have never considered myself to be specially attractive, despite having big breasts and blonde hair. I just didn’t feel sexual in that way before now – I guess because I didn’t realise what I wanted, I just pushed it all away as something for a distant future and supressed all of my immediate needs.

You tell me that you noticed me weeks ago, and that every time you saw me you felt more and more attracted, until you just couldn’t stop thinking about me and desiring me – that you used your Mom’s vibrator regularly on yourself whilst fantasising about me. Somehow, you just had an instinct that I am a lesbian too; you were sure that I was the one you were looking for, and that if only you could get me into your arms, you could show me the pleasures of femme-fucking and I would be yours.

I look at you in amazement. I do remember seeing you on the bus – you never gave me any hassle like the others, but sometimes I saw you looking my way so fierce and hard that it almost scared me more. It never crossed my mind that the emotion behind this could be desire; I assumed it was hate and violence that were in your thoughts, not how I would look with my bra off or my panties down and my legs spread open!

I realise now that I misjudged you all when you accosted me at the entrance to the alley. I see now how pretty and bubbly the black girl really is, and how open and warm is the smile of her brunette lover – she does not look tough and mean any more, just fit and sporty, a very healthy teenage girl. Both of your companions are looking at me in a welcoming and appreciative way, as if they want to get to know me better, and not just my body but as friends in every way. It makes me feel warm and happy, like I belong somewhere, with people who will care about me.

When I first saw the three of you, my eyes were blinded by my fears. I saw you wearing the same uniforms as the mean girls who bullied me on the bus, and so I felt threatened and projected onto you the hostility and menace which I assumed would be there. Now you, Lynette, explain that you have been seeking me since I vanished from the bus, and two days ago you saw me in the distance going down this street. You persuaded your friends – who were a bit reluctant – to help you with this plan, as you wanted to get me somewhere with enough time and opportunity to show me what I was missing. And, you admit, your passion had become so consuming that you just had to have me once, to feel my tits and lick my pussy, and if need be to make me eat you out – if I didn’t like it, I would probably be too ashamed to tell anyone, and even if I did identify you, it would be the word of three against one. So you planned the ambush, and the three of you hurried from school today to get here ahead of me and waylay me.

When I finally arrived – after what seemed to you an agonisingly long time, and you were about to give up in despair – all three of you were tense and nervous about what would happen, and you hid that with the determination that seemed so threatening when you sprung your surprise. I see now that your bravado had actually been a brittle shield to hide your anxiety, and your apparent tone of aggression was fuelled by your fear of rejection – that I might be Miss High-and-Mighty from the rich kids’ school, and would laugh at you, or sneer, or humiliate and hurt you in some other way. So, instead, your subconscious over-compensated, and you came across with a rough intimidating force that you had never really intended.

Now you are rather bashful, wondering where all that came from, and you look a little shamefaced now that your fires of lust have been partly slaked – in fact, you fear that you might have blown your chances completely. You stroke my cheek, and say that you never meant to frighten me, you didn’t realise how it would seem after the bullying on the bus, to be outnumbered and surrounded like that, and you would never actually hurt me. You bite your lip, and mumble something about perhaps we might still be friends anyway – for the first time, your armour of assurance vanishes, and you look like the youthful 16 year-old that you are, still finding her feet in a bewildering world, often impulsive and sometimes clumsy in her actions.

I look at you now with fresh eyes, my fear has vanished and in its place is a burning joyousness. I feel a rush of affection for you, and – yes – something more, something stronger: partly it is sexual desire, but partly it is a longing for closeness and togetherness, perhaps this is how love feels or starts. I also realise that you are very attractive, taller than me, well-built but still trim (I think your ass is really nice), with your clipped collar-length rich black hair, your warm hazel eyes and wide firm mouth, lips just a little pouty. As for a moment you lose your habitual confidence, it is as if this transfers to me, like one end of a see-saw rising as the other drops down. I smile, for the geeky virgin is neither virgin nor shy any longer, and now knows what she wants with unequivocal certainty – YOU!!!

In the wake of your confession, you are still looking at the ground in front of you, but you lift your eyes to mine, shining with hope and with a sheen of glistening tears, when I tell you that I want to be more than friends, that I want to be your girlfriend, I want to be your lover, I want to do these things and more with all three of you over and over again – but most of all, with YOU, to be in YOUR arms and in YOUR bed.

Karen and Jacqui give a profound sigh of tension released, and then hoot and holler, giving each other high fives and clapping their hands with glee – Jacqui literally dancing with joy.

‘Wow, this is one hot babe!’ says Karen in admiration, giving me a playful slap on the ass. ‘You were right, Lyn, I didn’t believe your “instinct”, but you sure were right – and I’m looking forward to fun times from now on!’

So, I put my hand in yours, and you put an arm around my shoulders and smile at me – you look really nice when you do that, there’s a mischevious gleam in your eyes that suggests lots of fuck-fun ahead. Then we stroll companionably down the alley, behind Jacqui and Karen (and admiring the sway of their hips and asses), and symbolically we walk away together into the sunset.

There is a saying that ‘tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life’ – it’s quite wrong, of course: today is the first day of the rest of my life.

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Hot hot incest between aunt n niece.

So what a night I had with my sister and her daughters. The girls took the news well, and showered their mother with affection and support.

Jaden and I shared some very hot looks and I think she also was secretly happy that her father wouldn’t be around anymore.

In the weeks that followed I often relived my kiss with Jaden and the lust filled moment I had spent with her mother. I felt there was a good chance that I could get back into Angie’s bed but Jaden would be my first conquest.

In going over our brief kiss I felt that Jaden would be ready and willing to go further, and might have if we hadn’t been interrupted. Was this wishful thinking? I didn’t think so and my pussy became dripping wet every time I thought of taking things further with my hot little niece.

The idea of possessing Jaden’s sweet young body, and to have her writhing in a haze of sexual pleasure under my tongue, turned me on to no end.

The summer had finally arrived. I was invited by Angie to join her and the two girls on a trip to the beach. Jaden and I have always enjoyed chatting, so we kept to our towels together and slightly apart from the rest. I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit, and as I took off my shirt I noticed Jaden staring at my breasts, which made me smile. I took my time removing my shorts, turning so that my ass was a few feet from her as I slowly peeled my shorts off my firm round ass. I glanced back and sure enough, Jaden’s eyes were riveted to my ass.

How do I describe this hot young girl as she took off her clothes to reveal a small bikini .Well I’ll try. I’m a bit on the tall side at 5′ 7,” Jaden stands a good 4 to 5 inches under me at 5′ 2.” She has luscious straight blonde hair with short bangs that goes long down her sculptured back. She has wonderful soft doe-like brown eyes on a slightly freckled, delicately beautiful face, with just a tiny hint of baby-fat still lingering around her cheeks and neck. She has one of those impossibly thin young lithesome bodies, nicely flared hips and perky peach-sized breasts that jut out firmly. As she removed her tank top and threw back her head to untangle her hair, she pushed her perfect nubile boobs out even further and licked my lips I wanted to taste them so badly.

I sat next to Jaden in the back seat on the way to the beach and I loved the way her skin tight jean shorts showed off her blossoming hips and the curve and crease of her crotch area. Jaden must have noticed me stealing glances at her body. As she unclasped and unzipped the shorts I sighed, Jaden didn’t seem to notice as she wiggled the jean shorts down her led then with her back to me, slipped her fingers under the bikini bottom, which had ridden into her ass. She stretched the fabric over her perfect ass and her fingers lingered there tracing the curve of her bubble butt.

I noticed that as she looked over at my body her nipples stiffened beneath the thin material of her bikini top. We settle down on the hot sand. She has a teen magazine, and I have an erotic lesbian summer novel, and my lurid thoughts in mind. I imagined what Jaden would look like spread-eagle in my bed, and the wonderful things I would do to her unsuspecting young body. I wonder what her face would look like as her teen pussy repeatedly flushed with orgasm. How would she respond to my tongue savaging her clit, or taking one of my toys up her tight virgin ass?

As I began chatting with my niece I had fun picturing the kinds of wicked scenarios of sharing Jaden with Taren and other women with a passion for young teen girls. I let my mind imagine how utterly hot it would be to bring Jaden together for a lustfully incestuous fuck session with my lovely sister, and her mother. Angie, was boiling beneath the surface and throwing her hubby out of the house just might be the catalyst for my incestuous escapades.

“Say Jaden, how about going for a walk down the beach for a bit?” I asked very casually.

“Yeah! Aunt Rebecca, that sounds like a great idea,” she said smiling, her eager eyes shining up at me.

I told Angie, that we’re going for a walk. She looked like she was almost asleep, nodded her head plopped back on her inflated pillow. As usual Julie had her nose in a book and didn’t even look up. She was on her back with her knees bent and her legs were spread wide. I paused long enough to take in her beautiful body, and sighed at how the hot her thighs looked splayed open like that, and how hot she looked with the soft outline of her pussy lips outlined in crotch of her bikini bottoms. I picked up the blanket bag and returned to Jaden.

Jaden and I started off down the beach. The sun was high and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The day is not too hot because it’s still early in the season. The sand felt wonderful between my toes. The crashing waves had a hypnotic effect on me as we made our way out of the crowded portion of the beach closest to the parking lot. As we walked, Jaden smiled up at me. I wondered if she had any idea of what I had in store for her.

She talked about how boring her family was and asked me if her mom liked to have fun when we were her age. I smiled and told her that her that her mom was a lot of fun when she was younger, and that she was the best big sister anyone could ever have. We walked around a curve in the beach, far from the crowded beach.

“Jaden sweetie,” I smile at the earnest young girl next to me, “Do you know why I really invited you out here on this little walk?”

“Umm, I, I think,” Jaden whispered, “Aunt Rebecca, ar-are we, umm, are we going to kiss again?”

“ Jaden, sweetheart, I hope we’re going to do a lot more than just kiss. Would you like that hun?”

“No! You and me- I mean you and I. Aw, that would be just… wrong! Wouldn’t it!? ” Jaden said in a hushed squeal, grabbing my arm.

“Why what on earth would make it wrong, baby, have you ever thought of having sex with another girl?” I asked nonchalantly.

“A-auntie, sometimes, I think about boys, sometimes but mostly I think about girls, and I have to admit,” she looked excitedly and shyly up to me. “I, um, I-I’ve even thought about being with you that way.” Jaden grinned widely, her hands trembling slightly.

I took my Jaden’s hand, understandingly, “So you have had sex then?” I ask softly.

“I went out with that guy Brad, but tried to feel my cunny and was a total jerk. And, well, I, I tongue kissed my girlfriend Tara at a sleepover, that was after you kissed me, but that’s all I’ve done, oh except masturbation, does that count?”

“ Really, oh hunny there is so much you need to learn.” I whispered brushing the backs of my fingers over her soft cheek, “We’re all alone, Jaden I want to be your lover. I hope you understand what that really means.” I very gently slipped my arm around her slim waist, she was nervous but leaned softy into me we begin to walk again.

“As an older woman I have much to teach a young girl like yourself, and being your Aunt adds a certain incestuous thrill don’t you think?.” I watched as her face blushed a light red.

“Oh God.” She gulped, “I don’t believe this is happening! This is so exciting. W-would we go
out on a date?”

“Actually, sweetie. I want to become your lover right now. Here on this beach. We’ll just
walk over to those dunes, nobody will see us.” I looked into her big soft eyes, smiling, my
imagination was working overtime!

“A-and what would we d-do it…I mean what would ” the fourteen year old girl asked, nervous but intrigued.

I took her shoulders in my hands as we stop. I looked her in the eyes which, knowing that my eyes were filled with passion for her, and her alone, “Jaden, I know things are moving fast here, but you can always say no, at anytime at all! If you do say no, that would be fine. I will always be your aunt and I will always love you. Just the same, if you do say yes, I have to tell you that I’m a serious lover. I don’t hold back my passion, at all. If we do make love, I will make love to you only as a woman can. I will kiss you deeply and hold you in my arms. We’ll feel the pleasure of our bodies pressed together, kissing passionately, our tities mashing together. We’ll also do other things. I’ll let my long wet tongue loose all over your tight little body. You will feel it in deep inside you. But really Jaden the choice is yours, what do you say? Should we head back towards your mom and sister, or get lost up in those dunes?”

I gently rubbed my hand up and down Jaden’s bare back and neck. Her eyebrows were draw together and she bit her soft lower lip as she considered my overt amorous request, struggling
with her inner demons, anxiously thrilled and excited at her possible entry into a very
different world from what she had experienced up to now.

“Oh! This is so wild! Um, let’s do it Aunt Rebecca ! Yes!” She said trembling. “Lets go
over to the d-dunes.”

Her voice was now low and serious. “Teach me. Just please, please be–be gentle with me.” Jaden’s brown eyes brimmed with excitement.

“Oh you silly sand bunny! I’ll be gentle all right. Jaden, sweetheart, we’re going to have so
much fun!”

I leaned over and dart my tongue behind my niece’s ear that sent shivers through her young body. She smelled so good, a mixture a girl-musk, suntan lotion and beach.

I took my young niece by the arm and gently marched her across the beach up into the dunes. We walked deep into the back-bay area. We found a nice series of sandy valleys, secluded enough for my purposes.

Far off I heard the relaxing sound of the waves crashing into the beach. Finally after many
late nights of sweaty fantasies, one of my most wild desires was about to become a reality. I could feel my young niece tremble as we made our way down to the bottom of the dune.

I laid out the thick beach towel and faced Jaden. She looked up at me, a nervous smile on a lightly freckled face. I returned her gaze and slipped both my arms around my niece’s slender waist. She looked up at me shyly and giggled nervously. I drew her close to me. She pulled back for a short moment, and then gave into me with a groan.

We were tummy-to-tummy, Jaden’s was shorter than me so her perky firm breasts pushed up nicely into mine. Jaden’s body felt wonderfully soft, warm and supple against mine. She blushed deeply, tentatively smiling up at me.

A light wind stirred the sands, a chill ran up my back. Far off I heard the lazy sound of the
surf crashing. I kissed my new young lover on her soft full lips. I pulled back a bit, and stuck out my tongue, delicately tracing the soft pointy tip carefully around my niece’s soft lips. Jaden closed her eyes and moaned.

I held the Jaden tight and kissed her hard. Our lips mashed, slip and sliding together. She was she so lovely, I kissed along her lovely neck and gave her a little love bite just at the bottom of her neck.

“Aaah! Aunt Rebecca!” Jaden gasped as I ran my hands up and down her back, crushing her
lithe body into mine. I continue touching, kissing my young niece. My hands slid under
the flimsy material of her bikini bottom. Her young firm ass felt cool to the touch, firm and smooth under my probing fingers. My niece moaned, and trembled against me as I roughly kneaded then pinched her lovely butt cheeks. I released Jaden and stepped back.

“Now Jaden, you’ve come this far, so listen carefully, to start you off I want you to put your hands on the top of your head, and I want you to close your eyes again,” I said excitedly.

“Um, okay,” said Jaden as her breathing became more heavy.

I moved in behind Jaden, her hot young body was mine for the taking, “Now spread your legs wide for me hun.”

“Okay, ” Jaden whispered as she repositioned her legs wider apart.

“Now Jaden, you’ll have to spread those hot little legs a lot further than that, if I’m going have access to your young wet pussy.”

“Oh, oow. I-I can’t believe I’m doing this! Okay, okay!” I watched my niece’s ass flex nicely as
she spread her legs wide open. She gulped, “Is-is that enough Auntie?”

“Yes, that will do nicely.”

I stepped up close to Jaden and gently ran my wet lips between her shoulder blades. Her
skin was delicate smooth, soft. I moved closer pressing my body against her back. My ample boobs pressed into Jaden’s narrow back, her lovely ass fit nicely between my hips.

Ever so slowly I brought my hands to her waist, Jaden’s head slumped forward her whole body trembled under my touch. I held her firmly from behind and pulled her slight, girl’s body against mine a little more tightly.

Her skin felt so delicious against mine. I slowly caressed up and around her firm little tities. Jaden moaned and whimpered pushing her ass back against my cunt. Her hands remained on top of her head. I gently kissed the back of her neck. She gasped as my hands came up to cup her perky breasts. Through her thin bikini top I let the tips of my fingers feel her stiff, puffy, nipples. Her young tities felt truly delectable, so soft and firm. I continue to hold the Jaden against me as I begin squeezing and kneading her tities, pulling softly on her tiny nipples.

“Aunie Oh! Th-that feels sooo good,” she gasped.

“Baby, this party is just getting started,.” I hissed closed to her ear.

My sharp tongue slowly licked Jaden from the middle of her back up to her neck. She groaned and wiggled her ass against me. I slowly slid my hands down over her incredibly lithe body, gently circling her thin waist.

“Oh Jaden, my dear sweet little niece,” I whisper in her ear, “over the next few hours I’m
going to lick every inch of you with this magical tongue of mine. Besides all the fun kissing, my
tongue is going to spend a lot of time buried deep inside your young pussy, also I’m not going
to forget that tight little bottom of yours. You’ll never look at a woman the same again after
I’m through with you baby.”

“Oh A-auntie! You’re making me so cr-crazy!”

“That’s the whole point sweetie.”

I pressed my body into hers cradling her rocking her gently. I bit and nipped along the back of her neck. I let my long, slender fingers and play with the front of her bikini bottoms.

“Oh fuck.” Jaden hissed wiggling her ass up and down against my pussy.
.

“Jaden darling, do you have something for your Aunt down under here?” I whisper wickedly in
the young girl’s ear as my fingers gently dip briefly under her bikini bottoms. I rub my fingertips
between the thin elastic and her exquisitely soft pubes.

“Ooh, Oh my God.” Jaden quietly moaned as she looked down at the sand.

“Hmm baby? Do you have a nice little pussy under there for me to play with?”

“Oh please do,” Jaden whimpered, as she leaned back against me, and her head rolled back on my shoulder.

Slowly ever so slowly I inched my fingers under her bikini bottom, until my hand gently cupped the outer swollen lips of her lovely, young cunt. Jaden moaned quietly under my gentle assault. My fingers slid easily up and down her pussy lips as my thumb quickly found and began to message her slick little clit.

“Fuck yes! There is a nice little bud for Auntie to play with!”

“Oh yes, that fe-eels so fucking good Auntie.”

With one arm I held my niece tightly from behind. Using my free hand I pushed the bikini cups from her tities and began to pull and pinch her hard puffy nipples. The hand that was now busy inside her bikini bottoms, began to rub with more pressure up and down the slippery wet pussy and then I suddenly insert my middle finger into her slick pussy hole.

“Aah. Oh! Auntie!” Jaden’s voice was high and plaintive. “Ooh. That’s, that’s so fucking amazing!”

I pinched her nipple in one hand, her clit in the other. I held the trembling girl against me,
so wonderfully soft and firm. Her knees buckled but held her up.

“Oh my! Ooh! Auntie, I-I-I Oh!” Jaden shivered against me as I gently pumped my longest
finger in and out of her soft wet cunt. She remained weak in the knees. I withdrew my
fingers from her pussy. She moaned and whimpered in disappointment.

I push Jaden forward so she fell to her knees on the blanket. I unsnapped her bikini top. I
lifted it up. Jaden raised her arms to help me get the skimpy top off. I threw the top off to the side. Jaden’s petite sculptured back was now unadorned and quite beautiful. I grabbed her bikini bottoms and with one swift movement my young lover is naked.

I tore my suit off and spun the young girl around. We faced each other nude on a blanket at the bottom of the dunes. Gratefully the sky was now overcast. A warm breeze moved up from
the water.

I was so fucking turned as I looked down at this naked, gorgeous, girl vixen before me. Jaden
smiled nervously, and was clearly excited. Her perky breasts jutted out proudly, her pink, puffy nipples looked so dark and hard. Her downy cunt hair was wet.

I lay down with her on the blanket and pulled her slender body hard against mine. Our
soft now-bare bodies deliciously squashed against each other. Her breasts gently pushed against mine.

I was wild with excitement to feel my young niece in my arms! I ran my hand up and down her
back, she raised her head and our lips met in a light kiss. A gentle breeze blew her straight
blonde locks over her shoulder. I rubbed her body against mine, plunging my tongue into her hot receptive mouth. My hands roamed freely down her back as I began kneading her wonderfully smooth butt-cheeks. I push my thigh between Jaden’s young legs, and started to hump my leg against her delicate pussy mound.

“Oh fuck,” hissed Jaden as her eyes flutter and she spread her legs and lifted her hips
so my leg could make better contact with her dripping little cunt. I clamp down on
the girl’s thigh, rubbing my own pussy against her silky skin.

“Oh Jaden baby, I love how my cunt feels on your leg, and fuck you are so wet, I can feel your juices dripping down my thigh.”

Jaden’s eyes looked up at mine, intense and full of lust, “Oh fuck, Auntie, I had no idea sex could be like this, my pussy feels so fucking hot rubbing your leg like this.”

I could feel Jaden’s body trembling beneath mine. I didn’t want her to come yet, not by a long stretch. I lifted my leg from her slick pussy, and Jaden groaned and whimpered, lifting her young ass in the air.

I kneeled down inside Jaden’s skinny legs. I gently ran my fingers up and down the soft inside of her thighs. She moaned and squirmed around on the blanket. With my left hand I squeeze Jaden’s slick pussy lips together, so the soft, wet flesh was grinding on her little clit. I took two fingers and slowly twisted them between her pussy lips and pressed them deep inside her tight little cunt. I let my thumb and rub against the perfect pearl of Jaden’s clit.

Jaden groaned deeply from the pleasure I was giving her then rolled her head back and forth on the blanket.

“Jaden baby, when you fuck yourself, do you ever taste your own juices?” I asked as I took my fingers from her slit.

“No Auntie, I never have.”

I put my fingers to Jaden’s mouth and she sucked them eagerly. The insides of her mouth felt soft and warm. She seemed to love the taste of her own cunt’

“That’s in baby girl suck it down, suck down your own sweet pussy juice dear.”

I continued to fuck my fingers in and out of Jaden’s cute little mouth, and then I took my right hand and began fondling her young pussy. I loved the feeling of fingering my little niece from both ends while I watched her arms and legs flail about on the blanket.

I have been blessed with a long and pointy tongue and I couldn’t wait to use it on Jaden’s pretty pussy. I kept my hands busy as I bent over and began to lick and lather my niece’s belly button. I worked my way up to her tities and immediately took one of her perky breasts completely into my mouth. I slowly lapped her stiff puffy nipple, then flicking just the tip of my tongue over the top of it. Jaden moaned and wriggled beneath me.

I sucked on my niece’s soft nut-like nipple between my teeth and nibbled on it, sending shock waves through her nubile body. I plunged my fingers in and out of the girl’s pouty mouth and at the same time I pounded her tight virgin cunt with my fingers seeking out her tender g-spot with each thrust.

I took my hands off her face and pussy and lean up. Jaden was breathing heavily, and looked up at me with lust in her eyes yet she also looked somewhat bewildered, wondering what I was going to do next to pleasure her young body.

I pushed Jaden’s lovely legs further apart and scooted between them. I lowered my face to Jaden’s delectable pussy. Her labia was swollen and slick. I open my mouth and stick my long tongue, I looked her right in the eyes and fastened my lips over puffy, pink cunt lips.

“Oh. Ooooh fuck you are eating my fucking cunt lips!” she groaned.

Jaden’s cunt tasted delicious, so sweet, like peaches and cream. I gently slurped up my niece’s juices, keeping my mouth wide open and pressed my teeth down hard against her cunt lips. I opened my mouth even wider and wrap my lips around Jaden’s thickened pussy lips until they were completely inside my mouth. Fuck her pussy felt so hot and was virtually dripping with tasty juices.

“Ooh, oh! Fuck Auntie, that’s too-oo much,” she cried grabbing fistfuls of the blanket.

My tongue plunged into her wet velvety cunt hole. My nose was pressed into Jaden’s soft pubic hair. I breathed in her wonderful scent while my tongue fucked in and out of her virgin cunt.

“Ooow, mrrmm. Mmmm,” Jaden gurgled and groaned, her toes curling with pleasure.

Between Jaden’s legs on the blanket, I slowly ran my tongue up her flat tummy, then onto her
perky tits. My niece moaned and trembled as I kissed her thin neck and then plunged my tongue into her soft mouth.

I gently lower myself on top of Jaden. I let my weight press into her and as our pussies meshed incredibly together. I kissed her fully on her soft open mouth and carefully lifted my hips so that my shaved cunt could make better contact with her soft furry one.

I felt the heat rising from Jaden’s hot young cunt and moving over my pussy lips. She gasped loudly as I began to slowly grind my own slippery pussy fully against hers. Our labia’s pressed and slid together riding the wave of our juices.

“Oh! Auntie! Oh my, what are you doing my pussy?!” Jaden groaned as our cunts pressed and slid together.

Jaden’s pussy felt wonderfully soft and firm against mine. Her strong, wiry thighs began to spread wider as she wrapped her legs round my hips. Our breasts squished and flatten between us. I hadn’t felt anything as powerful as this since I had made love to my sister, Jaden’s mother.
I savored every thrust as our cunts seemed to be welded together with some molten heat.

“Mm-oorrmmm!” Jaden mewed as I kissed her hard and looked directly into her big doe-like brown eyes.

“Cum for me Jaden, your little cunt feels so good grinding on mine like this, I’m going to cum too baby. Cum with me Jaden!”

I could feel a tremendous welling up of desire and grabbed my niece’s tight little ass roughly and pulled her young cunt even harder into my pussy.

Jaden’s entire body began to tremble as she moaned and writhed under me. I began to
rut my hips back and forth between Jaden’s open legs. Our pussies intensely mashed and slithered together deliciously.

Finally Jaden arched and her young body began to convulse, a quake that ran through, her legs wide open and locked around my waist.

“Aaah, oh Aunt, oooh this isss ssso good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!” Jaden screamed.

Suddenly Jaden’s silky cunt erupted, spraying hot creamy juices all over my throbbing pussy. It is more than I could take.

“Oh Jaden’ my lover, your cum is so hot inside my cunt!” I screamed.

My own pussy trembled and squirted cum all over Jaden’s tummy and legs and filled her splayed cunt lips as well. I could’ stop thrusting of my hips as our cum slippery mounds continued to grind up and down against each other. I I began to speed the pace up, and then ease off, only to slowly build again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Jaden cired, “I’m cumming again!”

A second wave of hot wet girl cum hit my pussy as Jaden squirmed and twisted under me.
I peeked again, spasmed hard as I squirted cum all over Jaden’s hot young body.

We lay against each other mewing and kissing as the breeze slowly dried the cum to our bodies. When I looked at the angle of the sun I slapped Jaden’s firm young ass and told her we had to head back down the beach. I knew that this amazing afternoon with Jaden was about to end, but our time as lovers had just begun.

 

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Originally I wasnt gonna write a sequel to this story, but since I got so many requests for one I figured what the hell, so here it is. I will alo be leaving story updates on my home page, so you can check there and see where I’m at with my stories. As usual comments and PM’s are greatly appreciated.

Note: Since I wasn’t planning on writing another chapter, the days got screwed up, so now instead of the party happening on Friday, it now happened on Thursday, and the story picks up from there.

I just came from a party where I had sex for the first time, and had my first threesome. Not only did I find out afterwards that I had sex with my two best friends, but now I find out I lost my virginity to my very own little sister, in front of a crowd of people, this has quickly turned into a craziest night ever.

“We had sex? Us? And in front of everyone! Oh my god what if someone recognized us?”

“No one knew who we were, except my friends, and they won’t say anything.”

“How do you know? Sometimes secrets just slip out, what makes you so sure they’ll keep quiet?”

“Because they’re my friends, and I trust them, and I have dirt on both of them much worse.”

“Worse than what we did? What they do, rob a bank? Must be a pretty big secret.”

“Its pretty big.” She sighed and gave me a pouty face. “Are you mad at me Chris?”

It was my turn to sigh as I sat down next to her. “No I’m not mad, just confused. We committed incest Sarah, what we did was illegal, and you were drunk, so I pretty much took advantage of you.”

“I wasn’t drunk Chris, I was only pretending to be. I drunk apple cider and two cups of vodka the whole night, and you didn’t take advantage of me, I planned on having sex with you.”

“Planned it? Well I guess it makes sense now, but why?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t sleep with your own sister under normal circumstances. I’ve wanted you for a long time, and when I heard Matt was throwing a party I saw my chance, so I got him to invite me and came up with a plan on how I could finally get you.”

“But why did… wait what?! Did Matt know you wanted to sleep with me? Did he help you?”

“No he didn’t know, he didn’t even wanna invite me because of the kind of party it was and since you were going, but I begged him until he made me a flier, he didn’t know about anything.”

“Oh, good,” I said calming down. “I’m still a little uneasy, I mean were related Sarah, were family, with the same blood, and we had sex! Doesn’t that bother you even a little?”

“It doesn’t bother me one bit. I don’t care that were related, I love you and I wanted to do this. If you want me to feel guilty for having sex with you I won’t. I am sorry for the way I did it, but I’m not sorry at all that I did it, I just hope you’re not too mad at me,” she said hanging her head down.

I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead. “Come on, you know I could never get mad at you, its just a lot to take in. Its not every day you find out your first time was with your sister.

Her face lit up as she smiled at me. “I was your first?”

“Yea, and after you left I had sex again with the two cats, who turned out to be Terra and Stacey.”

“Terra and Stacey? As in your best friends since elementary school Terra and Stacey? Wow, you turned into a stud overnight!”

“Haha me a stud? No I’m still the same guy, I just can’t believe all this happened to me of all people. I need to go lay down and process all this, its a lot to soak up in just one night.

As I got up to leave she grabbed my hand. “You can stay here if you want, its been a long time since we laid together in the same bed,” she said dropping my hat and her sword on the floor beside her. I was a little skeptical, but I agreed. I took off the rest of the costume and got down to a shirt and my boxers and lay down next to her under the blanket, making sure I left some space between us.

“You really don’t see anything wrong with sleeping with your brother?”

“No, I honestly don’t. Like I said before the only thing I’m sorry for is the way I did it. I should have stayed in the bedroom instead of going down to that orgy, but those two cups of vodka must have got the best of me. Our first time shouldn’t have been in a room full of people, it should have been us, by ourselves, alone, you know, kinda like we are now,” she said, almost whispering the last part.

I tried to pretend like I didn’t hear her, but we both know I did. I kept looking at the ceiling trying to stay cool, but I got all fidgety and nervous knowing she was watching me. She wanted to have sex again, and I didn’t think it was a good idea, not at this moment. She scooted over to me while still under the blanket and cuddled up to me putting her hand on my chest. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at me with those pleading eyes and scooted up so her face was right next to mine. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t, the way she was smiling at me in the dim light of her lamp made her look as beautiful as ever. I finally did manage to look away, but it was only short lived as she put her hand on my cheek and turned me back to look at her.

“Sarah, I…”

“Shh, don’t talk,” she said as she brought her face to mine and kissed me.

My cock was getting harder by the second. Her lips were so soft and wet I didn’t wanna stop kissing her, and her moaning into my mouth only made me want her even more, but somebody had to be the logical one, and judging by the way she was kissing me, I knew it had to be me.

“Sarah, we have to stop, mom and dad could come back any minute.”

“Mmm don’t worry, they won’t be back for another hour,” she said pushing her lips to mine again.

“They could come back early, or be on their way now,” I said breaking the kiss again.

“No, were fine I promise, just kiss me.”

I tried with all my will power to get away from her, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. My last little bit of self control left the moment she climbed on top of me, pressing her body against mine, I was done, and we both knew it. I put my hands on her back only to find no shirt or bra, and I ran my hands over her ass to find no panties either, needless to say I was amazed I didn’t notice before. She got up and went to her night stand drawer and pulled out a condom, then she crawled back in and pulled my shirt over my head and my boxers down my legs and jerked me off a few times, causing a few moans of pleasure from me. She took out the condom and rolled it down my cock before she climbed over me again face to face and sat my cock at her entrance. She looked me in the eyes as she rubbed her pussy along my cock before taking it in her hand and positioning it at the entrance to her pussy. I nodded and she smiled as she slowly eased the head in and sat down until I was fully buried inside her.

“Uuuuuuuuuugh, oh Chris,” she moaned as my cock filled her pussy.

I couldn’t say anything, it felt too good to talk. I just closed my eyes and grunted as I felt her mash her chest to mine and slowly raise her ass up off my cock before sitting back down. I grabbed her ass and helped her pull off and sit down on my cock until she got her own rhythm, but I still left my hands there. Her moans of pleasure filled the room as she picked up speed fucking me while I squeezed her soft ass in my hands.

“Oh Chris, you feel so good inside me!”

“God, you’re so tight Sarah, I can feel you squeezing me!”

She moved her mouth onto mine kissing me and sucking my bottom lip as her hard nipples dug into my chest. She grabbed my hands and interlocked our fingers and moved her ass faster now grinding on me back and forth, all while never breaking the kiss. If it was even possible her nipples got even harder as she forced her pussy down onto my cock making the bed rock in unison with us.

“Oh Chris, I love you! I can feel my orgasm coming, oh god its so good!”

“God Sarah, I’m gonna cum too, I can’t hold it much longer!”

“We’ll come together then. Roll over, I want you on top of me.”

I nodded and did a barrel roll with me still inside her. I used my arms to brace myself up a little and thrust into her as we looked deep into each others eyes. I felt her legs wrap around me and help pull me into her as she grabbed my arms and moaned my name.

“Chris, oh god! Chris! Oh my god! Don’t stop Chris, please don’t ever stop!”

She grabbed my face with both hands and pulled me down to kiss her. Our lips molded together and my arms eased out from under me, slowly dropping my weight onto her, which I don’t think she seemed to mind. I broke the kiss and worked my way into her neck gently sucking and kissing the skin, but not enough to give her a hickey. She moaned and put a hand behind my head and another on my back and held me in place as I continued sliding my cock into her.

“Harder Chris, fuck me harder! Oh god I’m so close!”

I pulled my face from her neck and looked her in the eyes once again as I thrust my cock into her harder just as she requested. Her moaning and panting was really getting to me making me move faster and thus making me build to my own climax. I looked down at her closed eyes and gritted teeth and knew she too was on her way, so I went a little faster, rocking the bed and forcing her eyes back open.

“I can’t hold it anymore Sarah I’m gonna cum!”

“Ugh, me too! Look at me when you cum, I want us to look in each others eyes as we cum together!”

I kept that steady rhythm and kissed her until I could feel her pussy clasp around my cock at the same time I felt the cum rushing through my cock. I wanted to close my eyes so bad but I fought it just in time to see her gasp and let out a long, loud moan of ecstasy as she came around my cock. A second later I grunted and pushed into her as far as I could go and shot jets of sperm into the condom without breaking eye contact with her. When we were both spent she threw her head back into the pillow and I fell on top of her mashing my sweat soaked body into hers.

The room smelled of sex and was quiet except for our labored breathing. When I regained a little of my strength I pulled out of her (which caused her to groan in protest), eased the condom off, tied it and sat it on the floor. She slid over to me and put her head on my chest and lay there, content.

“So, where do we go from here?” I said getting my breath back.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean how does this change our relationship, do we keep doing this?”

“Well I am kinda still dating Johnny, and you’ll probably end up dating either Terra or Stacey, or both, but I definitely don’t wanna stop this, I love our new relationship, even though we can’t go public with it like kiss or anything. We can try things out how they are now, since we can never go back to just being brother and sister, and see where it goes. How do you feel about all this?”

“Its gonna take some getting used to, but you finally wore me down. Being seduced by your little sister twice in one day has its effect on you the second time around.”

She gave me a few quick kisses. “But you liked it though, otherwise you would have stopped me.”

“I think we should get some sleep, its been a long day for both of us,” I said ignoring her last statement.

I grabbed up my clothes and the condom and got my hat off the floor next to her. When I turned around she was up on her knees on the bed waiting and pulled me into what I guess was a goodnight kiss.

“Dream about me, I know I’ll definitely be dreaming about you,” she said as she winked at me.

I smiled and walked to her door, taking one last look at her and closed it. When I got to my room I cut on the light and threw the stuff on the floor and went to the bathroom to dump the semen in the toilet. I flushed it and went to my room and put the condom in the middle of the trashcan instead of on the bottom, so if someone besides me emptied it, it wouldn’t show up on top. I cut off the light and climbed into bed, replaying the days events in my head. Still amazed with everything, I curled up under my blanket and drifted off into the most peaceful sleep I’ve had in a long time.

“Chris? Chris honey? Chrrrrrrrrrris? CHRIS GET UP!”

“Huh, what? What happened?”

“You’ve gotta be at school in an hour that’s what happened,” my mom said stepping back.

I sat up in the bed and yawned as I stretched. “Oh man, it feels like I just went to sleep.”

“That must have been some party Matt threw, now get going,” she smiled as she left the room.

“You don’t know the half of it,” I said to myself as I lay back down on the bed.

Oddly, I thought I would feel a little guilty about yesterday, but I didn’t. I did find myself wondering what Sarah was thinking though, and how she felt. I wondered what I was gonna say to Terra and Stacey, if there was anything I could say. I decided I would let them play the first card, then I would go from their reaction and found out where we stood, but first I needed to actually get to school, so I quickly got up and grabbed my towel and some clean boxers and headed for the bathroom.

Since I was pressed for time I did what every guy does when hes in a rush, I got in the shower, peed down the drain, brushed my teeth, and washed up at the same time (don’t judge me, everyone does it). I finished up and toweled off in the bathroom as I put on my boxers and made my way back to my room. I pulled on a band shirt and dark blue jeans, combed my hair out and headed downstairs for a quick bowl of cereal. I was met in the kitchen by mom and Sarah, who was eating my Fruity Pebbles. Usually I always get on her every time she eats my cereal, which has been happening lately, but after yesterday she could eat the whole box for all I care. I poured myself some Corn Pops and sat down across from her. I kept getting this weird feeling she was staring at me but every time I looked up she was looking down at her cereal. I shook it off as paranoia and went back to eating.

“Ok kids, I gotta go, make sure you get to school on time,” mom said.

“Bye mom,” we both said in unison looking up from our cereal.

She kissed us both on the cheek and headed out the door to work. It sort of became routine, mom leaves then we leave then dad leaves, but none of us are home before four, so we could skip school and our parents would never know, but were the good kids, so I don’t think it would happen. I finished my cereal and put the bowl in the sink and headed upstairs to get my stuff and tell dad I was leaving, when I came back downstairs, Sarah was waiting by the front door.

“Can I get a ride with you today?”

“Don’t you usually get a ride with your friends?”

“Yeah, but I told them I’d be getting a ride with you today, you don’t mind do you?”

“Of course I don’t mind, come on, we don’t wanna be late.”

She smiled and headed for my car getting into the passengers seat, I walked around the car and saw her doing something with her shirt, but shrugged it off and got in and drove off. Once again I had that feeling I was being watched, but when I looked over at her she was twirling her hair or fixing a button or just smiling out the window, so I just let it go.

“So now that you slept on it, how do you really feel?” Sarah said out of the blue.

“To be honest, I thought I would wake up feeling regret, but I don’t. I guess I’m ok with it, now that I had time to process it. That doesn’t mean I’m completely ok, but close enough.”

She sighed. “Good. We still have to keep up with our regular routines in public though. I’ll keep seeing Johnny and you keep hanging with Matt, Terra, and Stacey, but when we get home we can be free around each other,” she said taking my free hand and holding it both of hers.

“Yeah, we can do it, just like a walk in the park, especially since I’m used to not doing anything.”

“Well those days are over, for good,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, and quick on the lips.

A little while later I pulled into the student parking lot. She kissed me again on the cheek and set out to find her friends, I grabbed my bag and headed in behind her. I made my way through the building and got to my locker, just as I got it opened I saw Matt walking up to me.

“Dude, that was the best party I ever threw! Did you see everything that went down?”

“Yeah man I was there, I even got in on it to my surprise.”

“And you weren’t even gonna come, see what you would’ve missed out on?”

“Yeah, I’m still taking it all in. I still can’t believe it, Terra and Stacey,” I said closing my locker.

“Yeah man I know, when they told me what they were gonna do I was surprised, but figured what the hell, you guys can handle whatever comes out of it, and I do mean “whatever” comes out of it.”

I punched him in the arm playfully as we walked in homeroom just as the bell rung. Terra and Stacey were already sitting at our table, so we went over and joined them.

“Hi Matt, hiiiiiii Chrrrrrrrris,” they both said dragging out my name.

“Ok guys don’t start getting weird on me,” Matt said.

“Hi girls, how was your night?” I said faking innocence.

They both giggled at each other. “You mean before or after the party?” Stacey said.

Both Matt’s and my mouth hung open at their last statement. “What do you mean by that?”

Terra laughed. “Relax guys, were just kidding, we were too tired from the party to do anything.”

I blushed a little when they mentioned the party, and they caught it and smiled at me. The rest of homeroom was our usual talk about sports and stuff, and a little flirting until the bell rung to leave. We said our usual “see you later” got up and left homeroom. I went to my locker for a minute when both Terra and Stacey came up on both sides of me.

“You have a good time last night?” Stacey asked.

“I had a great time, if you couldn’t already tell. I was wondering though, why did you guys pick me? There were plenty of people at that party to choose from, including Matt.”

“We won’t just do it with anybody, and Matt keeps going on and off with Brittany, besides we both kinda been harboring a little crush on you, and Matt’s party was just perfect to put it in the open.”

“Well when you put it like that who am I to argue,” I laughed.

“So what are you doing tonight then?” Terra asked.

“Just soccer practice then nothing after that.”

“Were hanging out at my house after volleyball practice, you guys better be there,” Stacey said.

“Sure, no problem, but I’ll go home and take a shower first, don’t wanna show up dirty.”

They both smiled and kissed me on the cheek at the same time, in front of everyone that was looking, said bye and walked away. They’ve never done that before, but then again they’ve never done what they did last night before either, at least not to my knowledge. I smiled, closed my locker and went to class.

Class was its usual boring self, taking notes, doing classwork, being assigned homework, and leave. The few classes we all had together went by fast as well since it was assigned seats and we all sat away from each other, but that didn’t stop some of the occasional and secretive flirting from happening. Finally we made it to lunch. I went through the line and sat down at our usual table with my food as they came one by one to sit down.

“God the classes went by extra slow today,” Terra said as she sat down.

“Its Friday, school always goes by slow today,” I laughed.

“You guys are still coming over today right?” Stacey asked.

Matt made an apologetic look. “Sorry guys, I can’t make it, gotta pick up my parents.”

“What? I thought they would be gone a little longer?” Stacey said.

“Nope, they’re coming back early, and I gotta drive five hours to go get them.”

“Bummer, five hours? Ten there and back? That sucks man,” I said.

“Its cool, besides, now you three are gonna be alone, I wonder what’s gonna happen!”

Stacey made a pouty face. “Nothing, moms gonna be there, I mean literally there, with us.”

“Crap, she must be in one of those good moods,” Terra joked.

“Yep, she wants to be part of the gang today, just like all of our parents,” Stacey said.

“Its fine, I mean we weren’t really planning on doing anything anyway right?” I asked rhetorically.

There was a slight pause before Terra broke it. “Well I’m still coming, are you Chris?”

“Yeah after soccer practice, and a shower, I’ll just eat over there.”

“Just don’t have too much fun, I don’t wanna have to disown you guys,” Matt joked.

We all threw a piece of food at him and talked about our usual nothings until lunch ended. We left and headed out the door to go to class and the girls pulled me to the side again.

“Its too bad, if mom wasn’t there we could have been at my house all alone,” Stacey said.

“Yeah, maybe we could have played an exciting game of Jenga or something,” I joked.

“We might still get to play, we’ll just have to be sneaky about it,” Terra grinned.

Stacey leaned and kissed me on the cheek and Terra turned me to look at her and gave me a peck on the lips, then they both smiled and walked away skipping with each other. I sighed and slowly made my way to my locker. I was hoping they weren’t gonna try anything with Stacey’s mom in the house, we’ve all known each other too long to mess it up now, seeing as all our parents have known each other since we were little and became friends, trying to be sneaky would be a dumb idea, that and Stacey’s mom is pretty freakin hot, I’d hate to not to be able to see her again. I was so deep in thought I jumped when I noticed Sarah standing next to me when I brought my head out of the locker.

“What are you doing? We don’t normally talk to each other in school,” I said.

“I know, but we can, no one will think anything is up if a guy starts talking to his sister.”

“True. Ok so whats up?

“What are you doing later after soccer practice?”

“I’m going over to Stacey’s with Terra to do some homework and watch a movie, the usual.”

“You sure that’s all you’re gonna do?”

“You’ve known them almost as long as I have, what do you think? Plus her mom will be there.”

“I was hoping to get to you before you made plans, can’t you reschedule or something?”

“No I already told them I was coming, and you know I hate to break plans.”

“Fine, I guess I can wait until tomorrow, but you owe me.”

“Sure, but don’t get carried away, I’m still adjusting to this new lifestyle.”

“Hmm ok, tell Terra and Stacey volleyball practice is over an hour early today when you see them.”

She kissed me on the cheek and walked away, and I found myself looking at her, but quickly averted my eyes before someone caught me ogling my sister. I went to the remainder of my classes thinking about the conversations I had with all of them, there seemed to be a hidden message in what they were really saying, and I was wrecking my brain trying to figure it out. I wasn’t really paying attention in class so I hoped the girls took good notes, and figured I could just blow past the assignments in the classes we didn’t share. The final bell blew finally and I got my stuff and met everyone outside to say goodbye, and walked with Matt to soccer practice.

“So how was it having sex with your two best friends?” Matt blurted out.

“Its weird, when I didn’t know it was them, it was great, but when I found out it was I was shocked, and it only bothered me for a little while. Why, you thinking about going after them now?”

“What? No! Me and Brittany are still doing our “on a break, off a break” thing, its complicated.

“Yeah, I don’t know what to make of this whole situation.”

“Just go with it dude, ride it out for as long as it lasts, and don’t let it get ugly.”

“Right, were still friends, so that comes before anything, I think we can handle it.”

“I hope so, because I don’t like you that way dude!”

I pushed him and he laughed it off as we got to the field. We changed and went through all the drills, which for some reason I was doing a tick faster than usual. In our scrimmage I was much more agile and aggressive and even scored a few circus goals, everyone seemed to notice the change in my play, even the coach, and I got lots of praise over it.

“Whoa Chris man what’s gotten into you?” Matt asked.

“I don’t know, its like I’m energized all of a sudden.”

“You got rid of all those pent up hormones is what happened.”

“I guess so, well I hope it lasts through the season.”

I chuckled to myself wondering which sex act was the cause for my sudden energy, my sister or the threesome with Terra and Stacey. Either way it didn’t look like I would find out because it was obvious they all wanted to continue what we were doing. Once soccer practice was over I said bye to Matt as he went to pick up his parents and got in my car and headed home. When I got in mom and dad were sitting at the table talking and reading something in the paper.

Dad looked up from the paper when he saw me. “So you got any plans today kiddo?”

“Going over to Stacey’s with Terra to do homework, I’ll probably eat there too.”

“I sometimes worry about those girls, I kinda think they’re, you know, lesbians,” mom said.

“Mom they’re not lesbians, you’ve known them all your life, you know that’s not true.”

“Well I’ve never seen them date or anything, they’re always with you or Matt, unless you all…”

“No mom, were not dating each other, were just friends,” I said downing orange juice.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad idea though, you all already know each other so well,” dad said.

“Yeah, well I’m gonna grab a shower and then head out, I’ll be back later.”

I went upstairs to my room, grabbed a towel and jumped in the shower. That last conversation with mom and dad really got me thinking. Why did the thought of dating never cross any of our minds? How would that even play out now that I’d had sex with both of them? I’ll just take Matt’s advice for now and go with it, and whatever happens happens. I got out of the shower and made my way back to my room. I dressed in some blue jean shorts and a white tee and converse and headed back out the door. I got in my car and drove off just as I got a text from Terra saying they were waiting on me, I told them I’d be there in a little while and put my phone in my pocket. When I got there Stacey’s mom greeted me at the door as usual and pointed me to the kitchen where the girls were sitting at the table doing homework. I ran in and got caught up on the classes we all had together, and thankfully, they did take good notes. When I got to the last assignment, math, I could hear giggling between them, but just like with Sarah, every time I looked up, nothing. As I was trying to figure out a problem I felt a foot creep up my left leg. I jumped, and they both giggled, but I couldn’t tell whose foot it was. Then all of a sudden I felt another foot on my other leg, and more giggling. Both feet made their way up my leg and were rubbing around on my crotch like they were trying to undo my pants. They both looked up from their books and smiled at me then went back to reading, and assaulting me with their feet. I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish under these circumstances, so I did what every kid who hated math did, looked up the answers in the back of the book. As I finished pretty much cheating on the rest of my homework, I don’t know how, but somehow they got my pants to unbutton and were working on getting them down with their feet, all the while still giggling. It seemed they were about to do just that when Stacey’s mom walked back in and they yanked their feet off my lap.

“Hey kid’s hows it going?”

“Fine mom, were pretty much done, it was pretty easy tonight,” Stacey said.

“Ok, I ordered pizza for us, sausage and pepperoni, it should be here in a little while. Oh wow Chris honey are you ok? You look a little flushed.”

“Yeah Chris, you look a little, undone,” Terra joked as they stifled a laugh.

“I’m fine, just still a little wound up from soccer practice is all,” I said shooting them a stare.

“Ok, I rented a couple movies to watch while we ate, so hurry up and finish.”

When she left I buttoned my pants up and was greeted by more giggles and some lustful looks I’d only seen in pornos. I knew they would definitely try to do something. I packed my stuff back in my bookbag and looked up to see Stacey turn the a/c up higher, I don’t know why but after their little stunt I was feeling a little warm so I didn’t mind. The doorbell rang as we were setting up the living room to eat and we knew it was the pizza guy, so while Stacey’s mom got the pizza, Terra grabbed the pop from the fridge, Stacey got blankets and pillows, and I picked the first movie to watch, which was Hancock. We sat everything up and was eating and starting the movie in no time, Terra and I on the couch, and Stacey and her mom on the loveseat.

“So whats this movie about?” Stacey’s mom said after swallowing a bite of pizza.

“Will Smith is a drunk superhero type guy,” Stacey said through a mouthful of pizza.

“He is one sexy chocolate man, the things I would do to him if I had…”

“Mom! Could you please not be gross in front of us?” Stacey joked.

“What? I’m just saying. I know you girls run around here thinking like that all the time.”

“Us? No were good girls. We don’t like things like that,” Terra said in a baby voice.

“Sure you don’t. What about you Chris, you have a girlfriend yet?”

“Uhh nope not yet, I guess I’m still looking,” I said glancing at Terra and Stacey.

“Don’t wait too long or all the good ones will get taken, then you’ll end up having to date someone like Stacey over here who belches all the time,” she laughed.

“What? I do not belch mom! I think you have me confused with the Terrable tummy,” Stacey giggled.

“Ha-ha very funny. Chris wouldn’t mind if I belched, would you Chris?” Terra asked.

“I don’t know, it depends on what you ate,” I said cracking a smile.

Everyone burst out laughing, some with food still in our mouth sending little pieces flying, but we didn’t care, we were having a good time, like we always did, no matter whose house we were at. We finished eating and sat back and watched the movie. Halfway through I noticed it got really chilly in the room and reached for the blanket Stacey brought down.

“Hey don’t hog all the blanket!” Terra said pulling some of it over her.

“Hey guys bring that over here, its freezing in here,” Stacey’s mom said.

“You have to come over here, the couch is bigger,” I said without thinking.

“Nope I’ll just go get my own,” she said pausing the movie and bouncing upstairs.

When she left Stacey came and sat on the other side of me crawling under the blanket and they both smiled at me, now I know why she cut the a/c up so high. Stacey’s mom came back and saw us all bunched under the blanket and laid down on the loveseat and unpaused the movie. About five minutes after we started watching the movie again Stacey grabbed my hand and placed it directly on her breast and made me squeeze it. I looked at her in shock but she just continued to watch the movie. She encouraged me to fondle her breast by moving it around and rubbing it, then worked my hand under her shirt to cup her bare breast. She bit her lip as I squeezed her nipple between my fingers and I could hear a tiny moan get out, but nothing too big to alert anyone. Just then I felt another hand glide across my chest and down into my pants, grabbing hold of my cock, I could tell that the hand came from the right of me and it had to be Terra. She started stroking me slowly, rubbing the precum into the skin. I was hard in no time, her hand was so warm on my cock and Stacey’s breast was so full and warm and her nipple was so hard I was…

“So that lady is just like him too? I thought he was the only one,” Stacey’s mom shouted.

I was instantly snapped from my thoughts and jerked my hand off of Stacey’s tit in surprise. I know Terra could feel my cock soften a little at the shock of the situation, but she never let it go.

“Yeah, she and him are the last ones, he didn’t know either,” Stacey said taking hold of my hand again and putting it back on her bare tit, and turned at me and winked.

“You like that don’t you Chris?” Terra whispered in my ear as she stroked me faster.

I turned my head and looked at her, and she just looked back and licked her lips and smiled. I didn’t know what to do, I was trapped in between two girls touching me and encouraging me to touch them. Stacey’s mom was watching the movie intently, not even bothering to look our way since she never had a reason to be suspicious of us, she really likes Will Smith. As the movie progressed they had pulled back on all sexual touching and moved closer to me and they each hooked their arms in mine under the blanket. It was fine for a while and I thought they would finish the movie like this, but they had other plans. Stacey now dropped her hand inside my pants and stroked my cock back to life, and Terra took hold of my hand and moved it inside her panties and over her pussy. She let out a breath of relief as my hand moved over her wet lips and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. She moved my hand faster along her folds when my middle finger slipped into her, and she let out a moan I thought was a little loud, but Stacey’s mom was so engrossed in the movie she didn’t even look up. I shot her a warning glance and she pretended like she didn’t see me, but kept my finger working in and out of her. Since the movie was ending Stacey took her hand off my cock and Terra moved my hand out of her pants, but they still continued to rub me until the credits came on and Stacey’s mom stopped the movie.

“That was good! He’s even sexy playing a drunk.”

“He’s ok, but hes no Chris Matthews,” I joked and was hit by a barrage of pillows.

“Oh please, you wish you had his looks,” Stacey chimed in.

“Don’t listen to her Chris, I think you look handsome. What’s the next movie?” Stacey’s mom asked.

“Umm, ParanORMAL ACTIVITY,” Terra said yelling over the phone ringing.

“Ok put it on and I’ll be back in a minute,” she said.

Terra put the movie in while Stacey and I threw the pizza boxes and pop cans away, and caught a second of her mom’s conversation, which didn’t sound like it was going well. We went back to the living room and got back under the blanket, and Stacey’s mom came back in with a look that told us she had just gotten some bad news.

“I’m sorry guys, I just got called into work, one of the other nurses is sick.”

“Oh, really mom? That sucks. Why do they always call you in?”

“I don’t know, but it’ll only be for four, maybe five hours. Sorry I gotta leave guys.”

“Its ok, we’ll watch something else so we can all watch this together,” Terra said.

They all went upstairs at the same time leaving me sitting on the couch. Usually I would have went upstairs with them but I had to use the bathroom from drinking all that pop. I went back to the living room and looked through the movie collection for something else to watch when the girls came downstairs holding “The Notebook,” hell no I was not watching that.

“No! Pick another movie, I am not watching that again!”

“Come on, don’t be a pussy, you know you really like it,” Stacey laughed.

“No I don’t, I can’t sit through that again!”

Stacey’s mom came down the stairs in her nurse uniform pinning an earring to her ear and trying not to drop her purse. “Ok guys I’m off, I’ll see you later. What are you going to watch?”

Terra held up the movie case and Stacey’s mom gave me that sympathetic look. “Ooh, sorry Chris, two girls, one guy, you never had a chance. Be good, and don’t stay up too late.”

They put the movie in as we heard the car pull out of the driveway and take off down the street. I slumped in my seat not looking forward to another sitting of this horrible choice for a movie when I got a major shock. A picture of a naked woman with a cock in her mouth popped on the screen, and the girls giggled on either side of me and pushed play.

“Where did you guys get a porno?” I asked, my spirits suddenly lifted.

“I found my mom’s collection, she has all kinds of stuff,” Stacey said.

The first scene popped on the screen and there was two girls kissing on a bed, almost immediately I was hard. Terra noticed and rubbed her hand over my pants and kissed me over and over on my cheek.

“I think he likes that Stacey, you like those two girls all over each other don’t you?”

I nodded but didn’t take my eyes off the screen. I could hear them giggling and felt them running their hands over my cock and chest. Terra got up and sat in my lap sideways and kissed me, getting my lips all wet from her tongue running over it. I pulled her into me and kissed her back with the same intensity she kissed me, running my hands over her back, that is, until she got up, went over to Stacey and did the same thing. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was, what happened at the party could have been a one time thing, since they knew no one would know who they were, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. The porno was now in full swing with a girl riding the guy and the other girl licking the guys balls, ironic that it was two of them and one of me. They looked at the screen while they were kissing and it seemed to intensify them a little.

“Ooh god I’m so horny! I’m getting so wet,” Stacey said in between kisses.

“Mmmmm me too, I already soaked my panties,” Terra said grinding Stacey’s waist.

I listened to the moans from the movie and watched them kiss and rub all over each other and started rubbing my cock through my pants. The movie was almost nonexistent at this point and I was watching them intently as they sucked each others tongues and fondled each other. They knew I was watching them and it seemed to spur them on having someone look at them in their most intimate of settings. All of a sudden their kiss gets deeper and Terra starts grinding Stacey harder to the point of dry humping and by now my hand is in my pants stroking the full length of my cock. All of a sudden Terra hops up off of Stacey and grabs me by the hand as Stacey goes into the kitchen.

“Come on, lets go to the bedroom,” Terra said pulling me by the arm.

We flew up the stairs and into Stacey’s room, and Terra pulled a chair in front of the bed and had me sit down in it. A second later Stacey came in the room carrying whip cream, bananas, and chocolate syrup.

“Those rumors at school about us being lesbians, well they’re only half-true,” Stacey said as she crawled on the bed and lay down on her back.

“You just sit here, relax, and enjoy the show,” Terra said as she crawled over Stacey and kissed her.

I sat in the chair, eyes glued to them as they slowly stripped each other down to their bra and panties and explored each others bodies with their hands. Stacey reached around Terra’s back and unhooked her bra, letting her firm tits bounce free and then unhooked her own bra and lay back down still kissing each other and moaning into each others mouth. Terra ran her hands over Stacey’s breasts, down her waist, and to her panties which she began to slowly pull down her legs and off her feet, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of hair cut into a small triangle. She sat up and threw the panties at me and grabbed a banana and peeled it while crawling back up Stacey’s body. She trailed it up her stomach and circled it around her left breast before putting it in her mouth like a dildo and fed it to her. I was sitting in the chair enjoying the show while rubbing my cock through my shorts as I watched Stacey take small bite after small bite from the banana. Terra put the rest of the banana down and grabbed the chocolate syrup and leaned over Stacey’s body. She squeezed some on her belly button and in a circle on both of her tits and on the nipples. She scooted back so she hovered over her belly button and leaned down slowly licking the chocolate off her.

“Mmmm yeah baby, lick it all up,” Stacey moaned in bliss.

Once she cleaned her belly button Terra made her way up her body to her left breast and began running her tongue in circles over the chocolate licking it up and sucked her chocolate covered nipple into her mouth. Stacey held her head in place and pushed her chest up trying to shove her tit into Terra’s mouth.

“Oh yeah baby, suck it clean. Suck my nipple. Do the other one.”

Terra shifted over to the other one and did the same thing to the right breast that she did to the left, and Stacey pulled her down even harder trying to get her to swallow her breast. Terra brought her hand up to the other breast and played with her nipple as she licked the chocolate off her, then she sucked her fingers into her mouth and eased them down Stacey’s body down to her pussy, and slid two fingers in.

“Yes baby, fuck my pussy with your fingers, get it all nice and wet.”

“Mmmm you’re already wet,” Terra said as she removed her fingers and sucked them clean. “But I can always open you up more,” she followed as she shoved three fingers back into her pussy.

“Fuck yes Terra, stretch me open, fuck me till I cum all over your fingers.”

They kissed passionately swapping each others spit and chocolate on their tongues as Terra continued to shove her fingers in and out of Stacey’s pussy. She twisted her nipple and finger fucked her faster and faster until Stacey stopped moving and stared up at the ceiling with her mouth froze open, but words unable to come out. She clamped her legs closed around Terra’s fingers and wrapped her arms around her and stayed like that for a minute until she regained control of her body. She smiled seductively at Terra and rolled her over so she was under her and pushed her lips back against hers. By now my shorts are off and I’m openly rubbing my cock in front of them, but they are so concentrated on each other I don’t even think they notice. Stacey grabbed the rest of the banana and fed it to her just as Terra did, though Stacey frequently took bites and fed them to her with her mouth. They giggled and kissed each other, feeling each others bodies and rubbing their pussies into each other as Stacey continued to feed her the banana until it was gone. They kissed again and Stacey worked her way down to her breast and wasted no time sucking it into her mouth.

“Ooooooooooohh yes baby you know how sensitive my nipples are!”

“I know how sensitive everything is on you,” Stacey grinned.

“And that’s exactly why I love you so much,” Terra whispered seductively.

She slid over to suck on Terra’s right nipple and pinched the left one between her fingers, and she let out a little shriek as her mouth closed over her nipple. She reached down with her free hand and rubbed her pussy through her panties and Terra let a loud moan escape her lips before Stacey covered her mouth with hers. Terra humped her hand feverishly causing her to soak through her panties, which Stacey took as a sign she was ready. She sat back and grabbed her panties at the waistline and pulled them off her revealing a cleanly shaved pussy, and threw them behind her in my direction, and they just happened to land right on my face. I breathed in and let the strong pungent smell of Terra’s sex fill my nostrils before I let them drop in my lap and continued to watch the sex scene unfold in front of me while still stroking my cock and trying not to cum. Stacey grabbed the whip cream and squeezed some in a trail from the toes on Terra’s left foot, up her thigh, a big squirt on her pussy, down her other thigh and the toes on her other foot. She picked her left leg up and sucked her toes into her mouth making Terra giggle and made her way up her thigh. She licked her thigh clean of whip cream and made her way around her pussy and over to her other thigh, which drew a sad look of disappointment and a whimper from Terra.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m not finished yet,” Stacey said and made her way to Terra’s other foot.

She sucked her toes clean making Terra laugh again and bite her finger in anticipation, and licked the whip cream off her right thigh on her way up her leg leaving it glistening with her saliva. When she got back to her whip cream covered pussy she lay down on her stomach and teased her by licking it off without touching her pussy, but when Terra started to whimper again she dropped her face right into it and began to lick her clean of the remaining whip cream as well as her pussy juice.

“Oh yes baby yes! Eat my pussy! Lick it clean!” Terra moaned.

Stacey moaned in acknowledgment and licked the remaining whip cream off of her and was slurping up her juice and shoving her tongue in her as far as it would go. Terra held her head in place with her hand as Stacey hooked her thighs in her arms and lifted her off the bed a little, pushing her pussy more into her face. The smile on Terra’s face was a look of pleasure as she lay back and let Stacey eat her out for all she was worth. I couldn’t tell if Stacey enjoyed eating her out more or if Terra liked being eaten out more, either way they were both really into it. When Stacey locked her lips around her clit and worked two fingers in and out of her, I knew it would be a matter of time before she came, and I was right. A little while, and a lot of sucking and fingering later, Terra grabbed onto the sheets and ground her pussy in Stacey’s face and trying to control her breathing, giving in to her orgasm.

“Uhh, uhh, I’m cumming! Uhh Uhh! Oh my god,” she whispered trying to talk.

She didn’t squirt, but I could see a little juice ease out of her and Stacey was waiting for it as she quickly licked it all up until it was all gone. When she stopped coming Stacey slid up her body and they embraced again in another passionate kiss rubbing their b cup tits together and grinding their pussies into each other. This was the first time I really got a good look at their bodies, and what a time to finally get to see them as flawless as they were pleasing each other. They stopped kissing and looked over in my direction and smiled, noticing I was completely naked except for my shirt.

“Did you enjoy the show Chris?” Stacey asked grinning.

“What do you think?” I said clutching my cock, still amazed at what I just witnessed.

“Then don’t just sit there, bring that cock over here and do us!” Terra said as she winked at me and rolled Stacey on her back and buried her face in her pussy, arching her ass out at me.

I stood up and removed my shirt, and made my way to the bed right behind Terra. I positioned my cock at her pussy and rubbed it along her folds to get it wet and pushed. I missed the first couple times and made it seem as if I was still trying to lubricate my cock to go in easier, and then I finally got it in the right spot and pushed my cock deep into her pussy.

“Uuuuuuuugh fuck Chris, that felt so good, now fuck me!” Terra said leaning up from Stacey’s pussy.

I let out my own groan of relief and then grabbed her hips and guided her back onto my cock slowly as she ate Stacey’s pussy. She moaned as I gradually picked up speed and even began to meet me halfway as I thrust into her, making her ass clap against my skin. I looked down at Stacey who had her eyes closed and was pulling on her nipples as Terra ate her out.

“Yes Terra eat that pussy! Eat me while Chris fucks you with his huge cock!”

“Mm-hmm, mmmmm-mmm,” was all Terra said since she didn’t stop licking her.

“God your pussy feels so good, I can’t believe I’m fucking you guys again!” I moaned.

I watched Stacey crack a smile and Terra winked at me over her shoulder. I decided to test my stamina and pick up speed driving in and out of Terra. Her pussy was so tight it felt like it was trying to keep me from pulling out, but she was so wet that made it easier to fuck her. I could feel my balls slapping into her clit as I pounded away at her pussy forcing her to bring her face out of Stacey’s crotch.

“That’s it Chris, fuck me! Wow you learn fast, fuck my pussy!”

I kept fucking her at that pace until I felt I was about to cum, then I slowed down until I felt safe again and pulled out of her. Almost on instinct they both got up and let me lay down on the bed and Terra got between my legs and sucked my cock into her mouth while Stacey hovered over my face.

“I’ve been waiting to feel that tongue on my pussy again,” she said as she sat on my face.

I could feel Terra fitting as much of my cock into her throat as she could as I relished in the fact that we were in this exact same position yesterday, though I didn’t know it was them, but knowing now makes it that much better. My tongue instantly went between Stacey’s swollen lips licking up her sex that was left behind by Terra. I stabbed my tongue into her pussy and flicked at anything I was able to reach, having a bit of a long tongue with a lot of mobility I wasn’t surprised that I clipped something that made her flinch around on my face.

“Fuck, that was so good! Do that again!” Stacey moaned above me.

“Do what again? Oh you mean this?”

I did as she asked and flicked my tongue around inside her, catching whatever it was again that I caught before causing her to shiver and ride my tongue. Terra was still busy sucking my cock into the back of her throat when Stacey slid off my face and down towards my cock, taking it out of Terra’s mouth and positioning it under her pussy. I didn’t get to fuck her yesterday so I didn’t know what to expect, and she must have been thinking the same thing since she wasted no time and sat down on my cock.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck! God Chris, you’re fucking huge!”

“And you’re so tight, I feels like you’re squeezing me!”

“Just lay back and let me do all the work,” she said as she slowly pulled up off my cock.

She kept pulling up until just the head was left in, then she sat back down. She did this over and over until she was literally bouncing on my cock, at one point she was completely off the bed. I felt Terra licking my balls as Stacey moaned louder and louder and pushed against my chest for leverage as she rode me. I put my hands on Stacey’s ass to guide her as Terra came around to kiss me, which I eagerly kissed back not caring that she just had my cock and balls in her mouth. I fixed my eyes to watch Stacey’s tits bounce up and down as she continued her assault on my cock.

“Your cock feels so fucking good in me, we should have done this a long time ago,” she moaned.

“If I had known you two were like this I probably would have tried to,” I said.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she bounced on me and then stopped moving and let out a loud, sexy moan which let me know she was cumming. Terra leaned up over me to suck on Stacey’s tits as she slowed down to a slow grind on me until she rode out her orgasm. When she finally opened her eyes again she smiled down at me and slowly got up and off me and laid down next to me. Terra pulled me up off the bed and kissed me as she lay down where I was, pulling me with her. I took the hint and pushed my cock back into her making her wrap her arms around me and bite into my shoulder. I started fucking her as fast as I could, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer anyway.

“That’s it Chris, fuck me hard! Fuck my little pussy with your big hard cock!”

I buried my face in her neck and kissed and sucked it, no doubt leaving a small hickey as I pounded her pussy for all I was worth. Stacey got behind me and helped me thrust into Terra and rubbed my balls at the same time. With Terra’s pussy tightening on me and her labored breathing I knew she was cumming under me and made my thrusts longer pulling out to the head and thrusting back in to maximize her orgasm, all those days of watching porn finally paid off. I fucked her a little while longer and tried to hold off cumming, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to this time.

“Oh god Terra, I’m gonna cum!” I moaned through gritted teeth.

“Cum on us, pull out and cum on our tits,” she moaned under me.

Stacey got back next to her and I pulled out and jacked my cock off over them until I grunted and let loose stream after stream of cum that landed all over both of their tits. When I finally emptied out there was no room on the bed to lay next to them, so I collapsed at the foot of the bed.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I said catching my breath.

“Well believe it, and I want it to happen again, and again, and again,” Terra said.

“So how about it Chris, you wanna be our new sex buddy?” Stacey asked.

“You think I’m gonna be stupid enough to turn that down?”

Terra sat up on her elbows and grinned at me. “I knew you wouldn’t, but you can’t tell anybody about this, well except Matt. We have to act like everything is completely normal between us.”

“Well Sarah already knows, but you know she won’t say anything.”

“How did she find out? No its ok we know she won’t say anything. Maybe we should bring her in on the action too,” Stacey joked.

I tensed up when they said that. “No don’t do that, besides you know she’d never go for it.”

“Were just messing with you, you know we wouldn’t do that,” Terra said as she crawled over me and kissed me.

We scooted around on the bed kissing and rolling our tongues against each others until she broke the kiss and crawled over to Stacey and kissed her. I was about to go join them when I saw the clock read 10:45 and realized I should leave before Stacey’s mom gets back. I found my stuff and got dressed, but they didn’t seem to move at all, I guess they didn’t notice what time it was.

“Ok guys I gotta be getting home, shouldn’t you guys be leaving or getting dressed or something?”

“No were gonna stay here and play some more,” Stacey said as she poked out from under Terra. “Bye Chrrrrrriiiis!” Terra said as they began to roll around on the bed kissing and touching each other.

I looked at the scene about to unfold in front of me and knew it would be worth the watch, but I couldn’t stay, I didn’t want to be caught here when Stacey’s mom came back. I forced myself to leave and slowly headed out the door and down the stairs listening to the moans and giggles all the way down. It took all my will power not to go back upstairs, but I grabbed my bag and finally made it outside, got in my car and drove away. On the way home I relived everything that happened in my head over and over, still in shock that it happened, but excited that it’ll happen more and more in the near future. I finally made it home and walked up to the front door. I don’t know why, maybe my adrenaline wore off or something because as soon as I put the key in and turned the doorknob I felt completely exhausted. Sarah, mom, and dad were all sitting on the couch watching tv when I walked in.

“Hey kiddo, have a good time,” dad asked.

“Yeah you know us, we always end up having fun some kind of way,” I said nonchalantly.

“Hmm I wonder what kind of fun,” Sarah said smirking.

“The good kind,” I retaliated. “I’m kinda tired, I’m gonna take a shower and hit the sack.”

“Ok honey, goodnight, and don’t use up all the hot water,” mom said.

Sarah shot me an “I don’t believe you” look as I went upstairs and dropped my bag in the corner of the room, stripped and grabbed my towel and headed to the shower. I was soaping my hair when I heard the bathroom door open and close and watched as Sarah poked her head into the shower.

“What are you doing? Mom and dad could come up here any minute!”

“They’re not going anywhere, Law and Order is on. You had sex didn’t you?”

I didn’t say anything, and she took my silence as a confession.

“That’s not fair! You told me to wait until tomorrow but you went and had sex with them today? “

“I didn’t know it was gonna happen, Stacey’s mom was there, then she left, then it, you know.”

“I’m just teasing you, I knew that was probably going to happen, sucks I had to wait though.”

“Yeah, right, it sucks, now get outta here before mom or dad sees you!”

“Fine, I’ll go, but tomorrow you’re not leaving until you fuck me, got it?”

I nodded and she smiled as she eyed my cock and bit her lip, then finally made her way out of the bathroom. I finished up soon after and got out and dried off, making sure I was completely dry before I headed into the cold hallway. I peeked in mom and dad’s room and said goodnight and did the same for Sarah, who flashed me and smiled and said goodnight in a little girl voice. I started to go in but with mom and dad in the house I wasn’t willing to take that risk, so I retreated to my room. I looked for a pair of boxers to sleep in but they were all dirty, so I thought what the heck and got in bed in my birthday suit. It felt different, but a good kind of different as I instantly relaxed and curled up in my blanket with thoughts of Sarah, Stacey, and Terra as I slowly drifted off into a comfortable sleep. I was having some hot and heavy dreams when I was woke up around 3:00 to the sound of my door quietly opening and closing, followed by feet walking towards me on the carpet, then a pause, and finally the covers being lifted as my bed sinks under the weight of another body.

“Sarah, is that you? What are you doing in here?”

“You said tomorrow, well its officially tomorrow,” she whispered as she climbed on top of me.

“We can’t do this now, mom and dad could hear us!”

“I’ll be quiet I promise. Let me just ride you for a little bit and I’ll leave I swear.”

“I don’t have any more condoms on me.”

“I don’t care, I’ll pull you out of me, just let me fuck you,” she said as she lay on my chest, grabbed my cock and slid it into her. “Uuuuuuuuuuuugggh, god yes! Just relax and let me take care of you.”

I wrapped my arms around her back as she slid up and down my cock, grinding into me as she squeezed her arms around my neck. She worked her ass on me and brought her lips to mine while we fucked for the third time in the last 48 hours. She broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck when I grabbed her ass and helped her fuck me, moaning my name every time I thrust into her.

“Chris! Chris! Chris! Chris! Chris! Chris! Chris! Chris!”

Our movements were getting faster making the bed start to creak, and I was getting nervous that our parents could hear, but Sarah made no indication she wanted to stop.”

“Sarah, the beds getting too loud, we have to sto…”

“No! Ugh, not yet, just ugh, put a blanket on the floor, ugh, but don’t stop fucking me!”

I knew the layout of my room so well I didn’t need to turn the light on to know where everything was. I stood up with my cock still inside her and pulled the blanket to the floor, then I laid her down on top of it and went back to fucking her, letting the carpet absorb the sound. She wrapped her arms around my back and her legs around my waist and pulled me into her meeting my thrusts with hers.

“Oh god Chris, I love you so much, I won’t ever stop fucking you, oh god, I love you!”

“I love you too Sarah, believe me now that I started I can’t stop fucking you either!”

She pulled me down to kiss her and stuck her tongue in my mouth wrestling with mine. Our sweat covered bodies stuck together as I forced my cock into her all the way to the hilt over and over.

“Oh Chris, keep doing that! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

I went a little faster but still kept with the long strokes when I immediately noticed her pussy tightening around me and she went from moaning quietly to breathing heavily.

“I’m cumming Chris! I’m cumming for you! Your little sister is cumming for you big brother!”

I watched her face trying to look at her in the dark as she came, if there was ever any reason for me wanting to cut the light on it was now so I could see her as she came around my cock. I kept fucking her through her orgasm letting her words echo in my head. That was the first time out relationship status ever came up during sex and I’ll admit it got me excited to actually sink in that I was really fucking my sister, my blood related sister. Her words spurred me on so much that no more than five minutes after she came I felt myself getting ready to blow.

“Sarah I’m getting close, I’m gonna cum!”

She pushed on my chest with her hands pushing me on my back and took my cock in her mouth. It wasn’t as tight as her pussy but her tongue running over the bottom of my cock more than made up for it. I felt my orgasm building with each passing second as she sucked on my cock sliding it sown her throat like her life depended on it.

“Sarah you better move or you’re gonna get a mouth full of cum,” I whispered.

She kept her pace sucking and sucking and sucking until I released a torrent of cum into her mouth. Squirt after squirt went down her throat as I felt her swallow everything I shot out, I don’t know if she swallowed it all but at that point I was too dazed to notice. She climbed up my body and lay her head next to my shoulder and gently stroked my chest.

“I don’t think sex with Johnny will ever be the same again.”

“I can’t believe we just did that with mom and dad across the hall, but I’m glad we did.”

“Good, because there will be plenty more times for them to catch us in the future.”

“Yeah but not now, you better get back to your room before one of them comes out.”

“Yeah you’re right,” she said as she put back on whatever she took off when she came in. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said as I kissed her and watched her sneak out of my room and close the door.

I lay there thinking how fast my life has changed in such a quick span. I finally came to terms with the fact that I now have sex with both my friends and my little sister, and a smile crept on my face. I climbed into bed and covered myself with my blanket and fell asleep for the second time that night thinking about my new life, this is who I am now, and I think I’m gonna enjoy it.

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Once Andrea got the hang of rubbing herself off, her and Dani made it routine to watch each other right before they went to sleep. The girls were in the middle of their school year and learning many new things, including sex in health class. Andrea started becoming afraid of the thought of sex, even if it was just seeing her sister’s lovely pussy. Dani made it her mission to show Andrea there was nothing to be afraid of.

Dani, a virgin herself, knew so much about sex from watching countless hours of porn when her parents were gone at work on Saturdays. Andrea usually went to the mall this day, leaving Dani home alone with nothing but her fingers and a computer that opened the door to all sorts of kinky sex videos. She loved everything from bestiality to gay porn, but her favorite was incest. Something about it made her so wet and desperate. She ached for Andrea’s pussy on Saturday nights after long days of working her own.

Dani made sure Andrea knew to stay home one weekend so she could show her a “special surprise.” When the time came, Andrea was nervous. She feared they would get caught. She couldn’t imagine what that would look like to her mother. She’d be disgusted to see her twin daughters rubbing their cunts while watching men and women get their asses licked and fucked.

Dani wanted to go a step further. She wanted to feel Andrea’s pussy, to taste it. But first, she had to show Andrea that sex wasn’t bad or scary. She made a special list of videos to show to Andrea. It consisted of three videos. First was a typical video of a white man fucking a black woman missionary style.

The last two videos are where Dani really kicked it up and she knew she’d get Andrea with them. The second video was of twin brothers who took turns giving each other messy blowjobs and then they fucked each other. The third and final video showed two teenage girls performing oral sex on each other. The best part? The girls were twins.

Dani sat her nervous twin down in a seat next to hers and turned on the first video. After it progressed, Andrea started feeling wet. She liked how the woman’s tits jiggled every time the huge cock thrusted into her.

“She’s pretty…” Andrea said. She wanted to talk, but she was unsure of what to say. She figured that was a start.

“What else do you like about her?”

“Well, her nipples look real big. That’s pretty sexy. And her hips are big, too. Her skin looks so smooth and soft.”

“Most girls are like that.”

“Not me. I look weird.” Andrea lowered her head, ashamed. She felt ugly. Her and Dani were identical, but something seemed much more graceful and beautiful about Dani.

“Andrea, I think you’re perfect.” Dani reached over and squeezed Andrea’s hand. She smiled and hugged her sister, suddenly wetter than ever.

“Dani, I want to touch myself.”

“Me too. I’ll play the next video. I think you’ll like it.” Dani started playing the video of the twin brothers. The monitor showed two identically handsome men passionately kissing and flicking their tongues together.

“Whoa.” Andrea whispered. “Are they twins?”

“Yep. Just like us.” She smiled at Andrea reassuringly. She then stood and stripped. Andrea did the same. Both girls leaned back in their chairs and started slowly rubbing their clits.

They stared as one brother licked the other’s ass. The brothers both moaned, as did Andrea and Dani. Dani felt herself running out of patience and decided to skip to the third video.

Andrea smiled as soon as she saw it. She definitely liked the sight of tits and pussies. The twins in the porno rubbed each other’s pussies and then moved into a 69 position where they lapped up each other’s juices.

“Dani?”

“Hmm?”

“If, uhm… If I let you taste mine, can I taste yours? Just off our fingers, you don’t have to go down there.” She looked away, afraid to hear the answer. Dani reached into her pussy and covered her index and middle fingers with her juice. She told Andrea to take off her shirt and she did. Dani instructed her to close her eyes and focus on what she felt. Dani wasn’t sure of her next move, but she knew this was almost too good to be true and she couldn’t mess up.

She first kissed her sister on the lips. They hadn’t done this since the first time Dani exposed herself to Andrea and they both longed for it. She then forced her wet fingers into Andrea’s eager mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around them.

“Dani?”

“What, Andrea?”

“Do whatever you want. I want to learn everything.”

It was music to Dani’s ears as she bent down and once again pressed her lips to her sister’s. She moved them around and parted them to search for her sister’s tongue.

“Stick your tongue all the way out of your mouth.”

Andrea did so and Dani met it with her own tongue. She held it there for a second and then wiggled the tip of her tongue around Andrea’s. She then opened her mouth to take Andrea’s tongue into it. She sucked hard and Andrea moaned, excited by this new experience. Dani gathered more of her pussy juice as she continued making out with her sister. She smeared it all over Andrea’s puffy nipples and then rubbed it in.

Dani released her mouth from Andrea’s and moved it to the large nipples before her. She flicked one with her tongue and then took it into her mouth where she sucked and bit. Andrea began screaming. This new sensation was driving her crazy. She felt like her nipples were attached to her pussy; she felt just as good down there.

Suddenly Andrea’s legs started shaking and she had an orgasm. She didn’t squirt like she usually does, but she didn’t think she would since Dani was only stimulating her nipples. She panted hard as Dani climbed back into her chair.

“Your turn.”

Andrea, so turned on by the pleasure she just felt from her sister, lunged at Dani and passionately kissed her on the mouth. She had new confidence about her actions and she rubbed her hand down Dani’s body and then met her wet, soft pussy.

“I like the taste!”

“Take more, Andrea. Taste your sister’s pussy.”

Dani moaned as Andrea reached down and gathered juice onto her small fingers. She brought them up to her mouth and touched her clit as she sucked.

“Is it good? How does my pussy taste?” Andrea glanced up at Dani. She was biting her lip, amazed at how sexy the situation was. Andrea pulled her fingers out of her mouth and once again coated them in Dani’s pussy juice. She forced her fingers into Dani’s mouth. She felt so aroused as her sister’s tongue worked its way around all of her fingers.

“I want more, Dani.”

“Take more, sissy. It feels so good and you look really sexy right now.”

Without warning, Andrea got on her knees and lifted up her sister’s legs in one swift motion. Her face was inches away from the one thing she wanted most. She moved her face to Dani’s pussy so her nose was touching it. Dani was panting and getting wetter by the second. Andrea stuck out her tongue and licked from her sister’s tiny hole up to the large clit, where she sucked and nibbled.

Dani began screaming and within seconds, she was squirting. She didn’t have time to warn Andrea and her face ended up coated with her twin sister’s cum. Dani quickly stood up, knocking Andrea to the floor.

Dani, still shaking from her orgasm, pushed Andrea so she was laying on the floor. She moved her face close to her pussy and performed the same treatment, except she was able to reach her sister’s asshole with her tongue. This drove Andrea wild. She screamed and kicked and squirted on Dani’s face and in her mouth.

Once Andrea finished, Dani gave her a final lick and slithered up next to her sister. She cradled Andrea and placed her head on her chest. Both girls sat and relaxed and neither of them could wait for night to come.

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If you have not read Parts 1 & 2 please do so as this follows on and will make better sense if you read those first. Please read them in part order otherwise there will be no flow. These are purely my fantasies, stories I dream up and hope you enjoy as I share them. As always criticisms good and bad always appreciated but remember I am no professional writer and I have no one to proof read except myself. Adverts not welcome nor appreciated in the comments box. Part 3.

Not surprisingly, we slept in extremely late the next morning, lazing in bed together in each other’s arms, talking about this and that, absentmindedly stroking one another’s skin. We started to grill each other on first orgasms, how and where, alone or with someone, male or female, how old we were at the time. Asking about our respective partners, how attentive they were to our needs, the normal intensive girl talk.
After rubbing each other to orgasm during our shower, Alice dressed and disappeared off to the shop to get some supplies for lunch, we had decided to have a lazy day in our room. I slipped on a gauzy see through tunic, no point in anything else as it was so private here and went out on the balcony to sit and read.
I heard a knock on the door and presumed Alice had forgotten her key card, so I wandered through to the door and opened it, turning away saying,
‘That shopping didn’t take you long!’
I heard a short cough and turned to see a young girl in a maid’s outfit and realised she was the maid to clean the room.
‘Cleaning?’
She inquired.
‘I’m so sorry…’
I burbled,
‘Please carry on, help yourself.’
I wandered back out to the balcony to leave her to it. After a while I needed to go to the bathroom, returning into the main room, I could see the cleaning cart but not the maid. I could hear someone moaning, the noise coming from the bathroom.
Tip toeing to the edge of the door, which had been pushed slightly closed, I spied the young girl sitting on the vanity surface, her legs wide apart rubbing her dark hairy pussy with a pair of panties, only my wet, cum covered panties from the previous day! I quietly watch her as she part unzipped her tunic, reaching inside to fondle her breasts. I quietly waited, wanting to see more, my own pussy tingling at the sight of the young teenage girl getting off on my soiled underwear!
My excitement ramped up even more when she brought my panties to her mouth and she started to lick the wet crotch, a combination of my juices and her own. Her fingers sliding up and down her creamed up pussy, her juices clinging to her pubes. My fingers reached down between my legs and I rubbed my clit, so turned on watching her.
Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back in lust, I pulled off my tunic and hastily crept into the bathroom. I stood in front of her and gently placed my hands on her thighs. She opened her eyes in immediate shock and I brought one of my fingers to my lips silently indicating for her to be quiet. Then returned my hand to her thigh and slid both hands slowly up towards her opened pussy, she didn’t stop me so I lightly stroked her pussy lips which were covered in dark pubic hair.
I very slowly slid two of my fingertips up and down her folds, enjoying spreading her slick juices all over her pink lips. She groaned in response, opening her legs further. I continued to slide my fingers teasingly up and down her slit as I stared into her wide eyes.
‘Hey, it’s okay. I can make it real nice for you, do you want this?’
I pushed her gently. She responded biting her lip and nodding her head.
‘Open your dress for me, open the zip all the way and show me how beautiful you are.’
She pulled the zip all the way to the bottom of her tunic and pulled the fabric apart, revealing a small pair of young budding breasts, with large dark aureoles and chocolate nipples which seemed to tighten and pucker under my gaze.
I leaned forward and kissed each breast, coating each nipple in saliva, blowing across the flesh. I moved to one bud and drew the little nub into my mouth, pulling very gently and rubbing my teeth over the flesh. She moaned and put her hand on the back of my head and arched her breast into my mouth. I transferred my attention to her other tit, sucking and pulling on it.
Moving my fingers from stroking her pussy lips up to her clit, I started to gently circle the little bud with the pad of my longest finger, slowly increasing the pressure, she clutched tighter to my head and moaned again trying to tip her hips tighter to my hand. I increased the pressure on her clit, circling with my finger faster and faster. Her heart was racing so fast, she starting to pant as I pushed her closer until she went over that wonderful edge of orgasm.
Easing off the pressure on her clit and moving away from her tits and looking down at her dark pink pussy, my finger lightly stroking her as her breathing subsided. Her cunt was exuding cream, a wonderful glob of her cum pushed out of her opening, I captured it with the tips of my fingers and drew the viscous cream into my mouth, she was wide eyed with shocked curiosity at my boldness. I kissed her gently on the lips, sharing her glorious taste with her and before leaving her to herself in the bathroom, I whispered,
‘Come here tomorrow, you come to the apartment tomorrow, come at 10?’
She nodded, understanding my instructions and I wandered out, retrieving my tunic from the floor, slipping it over my head and returning to the balcony.
Sometime later, Alice returned with her shopping, as she was preparing lunch, I appeared from the balcony and came up behind her, kissing the side of her neck hungrily.
‘Hey, what’s with you? I haven’t been gone that long for you to miss me.’
She laughed at my horniness.
‘I see they’ve cleaned the apartment.’
She chatted away, laying out some salad. I untied the back and neck of her bikini and brought my arms around to her breasts, pushing the material aside to stroke her nipples, licking and biting at her neck and shoulders.
‘Leave lunch, I’m so fucking horney, I need tell you something!’
I explained, tweaking her nipples hard.
‘When the maid came, I caught her with her legs spread, sitting on the vanity unit in the bathroom, rubbing my used wet panties against her hairy pussy!’
By now the visions running through my head, coupled with Alice’s hard nipples pinched hard between my fingertips had turned me into a rampant mess. I slid one hand down her belly, dipping into her bikini bottoms and rubbing my fingers through her already wet slit. Continuing to bite and suck at her neck and tweak one of her nipples, I further relayed what I’d seen,
‘She actually sucked my juices and her own from my panties! She was young, still developing, budding little titties with dark chocolate nipples….she let me touch her Alice…..she let me suck on them……her pussy was so sensitive, such a tight little slit. She let me stroke her little swollen clit like I’m doing to you now….it was so exciting when she came…..I tasted her cum on my fingertips……so sweet!’
I am panting, my crotch aches, my fingers rubbing quickly over Alice’s clit, so turned on.
‘Come lie on the bed, I need to taste you!’
‘Yes, yes but I have something for you.’
Alice padded over to the wardrobe to retrieve something from her holdall. She returned with a plastic bag and pulled out a strap on! Not just a strap on…. an extremely well made, large, black, ribbed one. Various straps fitted to a rounded cup to which the cock protruded, above the phallus the material was raised like half a walnut shell and ribbed, there was a similar raised shape on the inside. The strap below the crotch area was quite wide but rounded and smooth. She smiled sheepishly at me,
‘You are going to love this, please wear it, I bought it thinking of you and imagining you fucking me with it, heaven knows how brave I must have felt when I packed it!’
Speechless at this development in events, I bit my bottom lip and nodded dumbly, sliding my legs apart. She buckled the wide comfortable band of material around my waist and pulled it snug. Dropping to her knees, she clipped a strap to a ‘d’ ring in the middle by my belly button attaching the plastic cock and pushing the cup area against my pussy lips. I then realised what the walnut shaped protrusion on the inside was for as it pushed against my clit. The wide, rounded strap following the folds of my pussy, up and snug against my arsehole, as she clipped it into place, it tightened, increasing the pressure on my clit, spreading my lips and buttocks wider and pressing on my anus.
It felt delicious, even more so when I looked down at Alice, eyeing my plastic appendage, licking her lips.
‘Suck it’.
I encouraged. She grasped the base as if it was a real cock and started to suck at the tip. The movement of her hand and mouth, caused the ribbed ‘walnut’ to rub against my clit.
‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, feels so good!’
I groaned, grasping the back of her head and rocking my pelvis back and forth, increasing the friction against myself. Pulling herself away, Alice stood up and pulled me over to the bed,
‘Lay down, on your back.’
Doing as I was told, I settled on to the bed, my head slightly propped up against the pillows, smiling at the view, a black ‘cock’, sticking up from my crotch, shiny with Alice’s saliva. The view was improved a thousand fold as Alice stood on the bed, either side of my hips and squatted down with her pussy hovering over my ‘cock’. Again speechless, I watched her cunt envelope this phallus in one sliding movement without any hesitation. Now as I’ve said before, she is a petite lady, small in stature but I would have never have dreamed her tiny cunt would take something of this size!
She groaned with pleasure as her cunt expanded to take its fill. Then she slowly lifted off and then plunged quickly back down, this she repeated over and over. At the same time, her movements again rubbed the ‘walnut’ against my clit deliciously, starting to build the sensations but what ramped up those feelings was her juices, white and creamy against the black of the cock, globs of it clung to the ribs and the more she drove herself up and down, it pooled in the small recess at the bottom. Her cunt lips, sucked on the phallus, sliding against the intrusion.
Edging closer to her own orgasm, she ground the strap-on into herself further, bucking and grinding her pelvis and her own clit against the raised walnut her side. It tipped me over the edge and I came, panting and moaning at this new sensation, Alice at the same time climaxed, slowing her movements as her breathing started to slow down.
‘Oh fuck Honey, you’ve surpassed yourself this time!’
I praised her, softly stroking her thighs and gazing at her flushed body covered in a sheen of sweat. She rose up on her legs, releasing the cock, leaving it still erect and covered in her cum.
‘Look at that! I want to lick and taste those juices.’
Alice reached over and unclipped the cock, sliding up the bed to lay beside me, offering me her cum covered toy.
‘Join me?’
I asked, my eyes sparkling. We both proceeded to lick and taste her cum, licking the cock clean. Despite orgasming, I remained in a heightened sexually frustrated state, my body craving more.
‘I need more!’ I blurted,
‘There’s a vibrator in my bedside draw. Please get it and use it on me! There’s two in there, use the big one…..now!’
Alice reached over and pulled my toy out. I immediately spread my legs wide, inviting Alice to nestle between me. She twisted the dildo into vibration mode, pulling my pussy lips wide and stroked the tip up and down, returning to hold it against my clit. The vibrations caused me to shudder with pleasure, as I moaned with gratitude. Sliding it back down to my opening, she pushed it in, my cunt oozing and wet, offering no resistance as she twisted and pressed it further into me.
Slowly she pumped it in and out as she leaned over and closed her mouth over my clit, licking and flicking her tongue over the engorged flesh.
‘Oh Baby that’s sooo good.’
I cooed letting the glorious feelings wash over me as she worshipped my body. Slowly she started to push the vibrator harder and faster into me at the same time drawing my clit into her mouth, sucking against it loudly.
‘That’s it. Faster……more…..arghhh……suck it harder Baby!’
My muscles started to tighten, the sparks ricocheting out, building and building until I hissed loudly,
‘Yessssss!’
I came hard, my cunt clamping at the dildo, milking it as my body exploded and the coiled spring unwound. Alice eased off sucking on my clit, slowly licking at the oversensitive area until my breathing eased. She moved up the bed to lay beside me, leaning over to kiss me, I explored her mouth with my tongue, hungrily tasting my juices. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the bed discussing our plans on how to corrupt and seduce the young cleaning maid tomorrow.
Waking early the next day, we showered together, shaving each other’s pussies, taking a long time to shower, stroke, finger fuck and lick each other. Dressing only in see through sun tunics, leaving nothing to anyone’s imagination, we sat on the patio trying to read and awaiting 10 o’clock to arrive. We heard the knock on the door dead on time and gave the maid time to let herself in. I went through into the apartment, greeted her, her eyes roamed over my near naked form, pretending not to notice, I asked her to start on the bathroom first. I noticed disappointment in her eyes before she turned away to clean.
Once I was sure she was settled and working, Alice came in and we started our plan. We moved over to the bed and started to kiss hungrily, although we’d discussed what we intended to do, we were both hugely turned on about our idea and we didn’t need to fake anything.
We soon slipped our tunics over our heads, caressing each other, Alice’s mouth encased my nipple drawing on the tightening bud causing me to moan. My hand slipping down and parting her pussy lips with two fingers, spreading her slick fluid, scissoring her engorged clit between plunging my digits into her cunt. We were in full view of the bathroom and glancing with hooded eyes I spotted her peaking around the door watching.
I went onto my knees and Alice placed her leg up on to the mattress of the bed, exposing herself to me, pulling her lips wide open revealing her beautiful pink clit and cunt. Continuing to fuck her with two fingers, I closed my mouth over her swollen bud and sucked on her loudly. Alice put one hand on the back of my head and pulled my face against herself and with the other hand pinched and tugged at each nipple.
‘Ahhhh……that’s it suck it………rub your teeth against me…….suck it tighter….!’
Alice was well into it by now, grinding herself against me, chasing her orgasm. I could see through the mirror on the dresser that the maid had now zipped open her uniform, her fingers stroking her tight little pussy. Smiling to myself, I carried on plunging my fingers knuckle deep into Alice’s cunt, making the most tantalising slurping noise.
‘Oooohhhh………….fuuuuuck……….fingers……harder!’
Alice gasped, I knew she was close, her cunt muscles tightening around my fingers as her body started to thrum with her pending climax. Gripping her clit tighter between my teeth, rubbing my tongue over the flesh, I felt her go over the edge, her internal muscles now clamping at my fingers trying to draw them in further whilst pushing out her glorious cum all over my fingers.
Standing back up to face her, I put my cum covered fingers into Alice’s mouth and she sucked her juices like a dying man needing water. By now the maid had completely removed her tunic and had crept closer, we could both hear her short breaths and her fingers rubbing against her wet slit. Turning to face her, we beckon her forwards to stand with us, she hesitates at first and we are not sure if she will comply. Then she moves forward and comes to stand next to us, nervously covering her pussy with her hand.
Alice lightly runs her finger tips up and down her arms, she visibly shudders at her touch, her eyes dilating as she sighs. I move behind her, standing so close my hard nipples graze the back of her shoulders, I lean over and softly kiss and lick her neck. Her skin smells of peaches, so soft, sensitive and young, I move up behind her ear, flicking my tongue out tasting her, then I whisper in her ear,
‘Do you want to join us and play? Explore your body……..taste your skin……stroke your beautiful dark nipples…….even……lick and…….bite them………..touch your pussy with our fingers……….our mouths……taste your young juices……….make you come,……..over………..and……….over?’
Every few words, I licked and sucked at her wonderful skin. Allice continued to stroke her skin, ghosting her fingers over the top of her breasts, shoulders and everywhere other than where we knew she wanted, even craved our touch.
She nodded in response,
‘Uh, Uh sweetheart.’
I whispered.
‘We need to hear you say ‘Yes’.’
‘Oh God yes!’
She uttered breathily, pushing her body back into mine, softly rubbing against my tits. Alice moved in to kiss her, brushing her tongue lightly against her lips, silently asking to let her roam her mouth. She opened up and Alice kissed her with passion, tongue duelling with hers, nibbling at her bottom lip.
I moved my hands to cover her small but budding breasts, stroking my palms against the tightening nipples, teasing her with light contact. I heard her moan into Alice’s mouth as I moved my fingers over the tightness, pinching and rolling those beautiful chocolate buds. Tentatively her hands came up to Alice’s boobs as she copied my actions making Alice moan in response.
Slipping my hands down further, I reached her pubic mound and slid two finger into her slit, smiling when realising how wet she was, spreading her young musky sent up and down. By now she was moaning quietly, bathing in our attention, I whisper quietly to Alice,
‘Move down and taste her, she tasted so sweet yesterday, she is so wet, you need to lick her clit!’
She stopped kissing her and gently moved down her body, kissing and licking as she went until she was on her knees, her fingers making gentle circular movements on her hips. Alice quietly said,
‘Sweetheart, place this leg up on the bed, let me take a look at you.’
I encouraged her from behind moving my hand to the underside of her thigh applying a little pressure. She complied and I slid my hands back and slipped my fingers between her pussy lips and exposed her fully to Alice’s excited gaze. She moved her face closer, breathing in her innocent scent and then blowing on her clit. Again the maid moaned and tilted her pelvis so that Alice’s nose touched her clit. Moving her face up, she slid her nose through her wetness following through with her tongue flat against the delicate pink folds. She tongued up and down her slit, relishing in her delicate flavour, pointing her tongue and pushing it against her tight cunt hole.
I inched my finger across to her now swollen clit, stroking it back and forth as Alice fucked her with her tongue, her moans grew louder and I increased the pressure knowing she would not take much to cum. Alice continued to lap at her juices as they secreted from her cunt, as I frigged her clit hard and fast. She came with a short wail, collapsing against me, her knees buckling as her orgasm took over. Alice, a wonderful and understanding lover, softly lapped at her, soothing her until her racing heart slowed, we moved her to the other bed so she could sit and recover.
By now Alice and I were so horney, we turned to each other, our kisses ravenous, tongues and teeth clashing as we pulled at each other’s hard aching nipples. Moving hands lower, we plunged our fingers into each other’s dripping cunts, frigging hard, making juicy slurping noises and we panted and moaned.
Alice broke away reaching for the strap-on, hurriedly fixing it on me, tightening the straps, forcing that strategically shaped rubber nubbin tight against my pussy. Pushing her over the bed face down, I lined the black phallus up to her cunt hole and drove it in to the hilt.
‘Oh God….Yessss!’
Alice hissed. I grasped her hips tightly digging my fingers in her flesh and started to pump into her as hard as I could, my legs slapping against her arse cheeks. Looking down at the gorgeous view of the cock driving into her cunt, the skin pulling and sucking, discharging copious oozing juices. The raised walnut rubbing deliciously on my clit, stroking me, heightening the sensation.
Pulling out of her, I rolled onto the bed on my back, the cock jutting upwards, covered in her white cream. Alice straddled it, squatting down to take its length all the way to the hilt. I reached up, pinching her swollen nipples, rolling them tightly between fingers and thumb. Looking over to the other bed, the maid sat on the bed, watching avidly as she stroked her pussy.
‘Hey, come join in.’
I invited and encouraged her to squat over my face. Nervously she manoeuvred herself but was reluctant to lower herself completely down, so I grasped her thighs and hungrily pulled her onto my face. My tongue vigorously explored her folds, lapping at the cum still secreting from her cunt, gasping at her delicate flavour as she relaxed into my ministrations.
Alice still busy pumping herself onto my cock, reached across to stroke her petite breasts, spitting on her fingers, pinching and rubbing her saliva over her tightly wrinkled nipples. By now the maid was rubbing herself against my tongue, moaning at our attentions, I moved my mouth to her little protruding clit and drew the flesh in, sucking and raking my teeth over it.
Her moans soon turned to wails as her climax started to build, fuelled by the sight of Alice fucking my crotch and the cock. I bucked my hips up to meet Alice’s downward thrusts, her tits bouncing from the movement. The maid came first, her immature body unable to cope very long, I slowed the vigour of my sucking as her orgasm waned, moving to lick at her cunt hole as her cum juices pushed out making sure I drew all of her fluids into my mouth. The delicate musky flavour triggered my orgasm as Alice drove her cunt down hard to grind out her own.
The maid rolled onto the bed beside me, boneless and panting. Alice remained sitting on the cock, enjoying the ebbing sensations of her cunt spasming around it and leaned forward to kiss me lovingly, saying,
‘That was the best, horniest orgasm I have so far, I am so wet.’
Climbing off of me, she laid down on the other side, her arm over her eyes as she caught her breath.
We all must have dosed and fallen asleep as when Alice and I awoke the maid had gone.
Lacking enthusiasm in the afternoon to venture to the beach, we spent the afternoon lazily sunbathing, naked on our terrace, laying side by side, reading, stroking one another’s bodies discussing events and our feelings on our holiday so far. We only had a couple more days left, both realising that this special time would soon be ending.
We ventured out in the evening for our usual meal and returned to the apartment, slipping into bed together, me spooning Alice, clutching one off her tits, flicking my thumb absent-mindedly across her nipple, we were soon fast asleep!

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Jennifer has lesbian sex for the first time with a female alien for the first time on the way to Kemon II

Nookumick returned a few hours later with a white uniform for me to wear. “Where’s my robe?” I asked, putting on the uniform he brought me.

“I’m told, it’s still in quarantine,” He replied.

“Okay. I’m hungry, can I have some food?” I asked.

“Of course, I’ll have some brought up to you.” He replied leaving the room.

A few minutes later the door opened and a second alien entered. This one was clearly female. She was brown, with blue eyes walked in pushing a cart of fruit with a glass of water. Then she left again. After eating, I began to wonder what their plans are for me.

‘Are they going to do exploratory surgery on me? Are they going to implant anything in me?’ I thought to myself starting to feel a little worried.

After a while, Nookumick returned with third alien, another female. This female was clearly Nookumick’s commanding officer, she had the same uniform, but had what looked like an officer’s rank on her neck collar.

“Nookumick! Noomutian kimbotu klimbisoa?” She asked, pointing at me.

Nookumick took her out of the room, she returned a minute later with a tablet computer.

“Nilkunm!” She said, in a commanding voice.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Nilkunm! Nokjmn!” She repeated in a louder commanding voice.

I stood up thinking that’s what she wanted me to do. She then pressed some buttons on her tablet computer and the medical table that had turned into the bed that Nookumick and I had sex on a few hours earlier turned back into a medical table.

“Mklimin!” She said in a commanding voice.

“What?” I asked, confused.

“Mklimin! Nokjmn!” She repeated in a louder commanding voice. I then sat on the medical table. Thinking that’s what she wanted me to do.

“Nok! Nok!” She said loudly.

“Mklimin” She said as she reached for my uniform that Nookumick gave me.

I took off the uniform and sat on the medical table. Just then Nookumick reentered the room.

“Nookumick, tunkjnim,” she said.

“Knomne knimiuna” Nookumick replied.

“I’m going to translate for now on. This is my boss Nimlinlinanim, she’s the best doctor we got. She is also my, wife,” he said.

“Mkilljhihianm,” Nimlinlinanim said, instructing.

“Lay down on the table,” Nookumick translated.

I laid on the medical table. As I did, the space craft suddenly shook violently, and an alarm sounded.

“Nookumick, niuyihminnaybo,” Nimlinlinanim said in a commanding, voice.

“I’ve got to go, the ship hit something. I’ve got to check for damage. You’ll be safe here with Nimlinlinanim. I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Nookumick, said, as he ran out of the room.

When Nookumick ran out of the room, I got really nervous for my safety. Until Nimlinlinanim put her hand gently on my shoulder, and looked into my eyes. I saw that there was no fear in her, and that started to calm me down. After a minute of her calming me down, she returned to the medical exam. She pressed a couple buttons on her tablet computer and a transparent hologram tube came out of the medical table encircling me. It was like a MRI on earth. Nimlinlinanim then pressed a few more buttons and a the wall lit up with my entire body, showing all of my nerves, organs, vessels and arteries, on another wall, I could see my heartbeat and brain waves.

Nimlinlinanim then left the room for a minute, returning with a cart full of supplies.

“What’s in that cart?” I asked, nervously.

“Numankanka,” She said in a calming voice putting her hand on my shoulder.

As soon as I was calm again, Nimlinlinanim went to the cart and picked up a feather. She then walked to my feet and started to run the feather across the bottom of my feet making me giggle and laugh uncontrollably.

“That tickles!” I laughed, as I squirmed uncontrollably.

Nimlinlinanim slowly moved the feather up my body from my foot, past my ankles, and up my legs. It felt unbelievability good. I could feel myself getting wet. Nimlinlinanim looked at the wall that had my body’s readings and the area around my pussy was more red than the rest of my body. Nimlinlinanim was getting curious, she ran the feather around my pussy making me moan loudly. Nimlinlinanim then noticed that my brainwaves and heartbeat was off the chart. I felt an orgasm building. Nimlinlinanim then moved the feather up my belly.

“No, put it back!” I moaned, as I grabbed her arm and moved her hand with the feather back to my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim continued to play with the feather on my pussy making me cum in a orgasm. As my pussy juices and cum flowed out of my pussy, Nimlinlinanim stopped and looked and my soaking wet pussy curiously. She then scooped up some of my pussy juices and cum with her finger, and looked closely at it; she then put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean.

‘This is some really weird Déjà vu,’ I thought to myself as she licked my cum off of her finger.

After Nimlinlinanim licked my cum off of her finger, could see that she really liked it; something in her eyes told me that she wanted to taste me again. And something inside of me wanted to let her make me cum again. I was never interested into women on Earth before, but I wanted Nimlinlinanim to please me; and I wanted to please her too. Nimlinlinanim pressed a few buttons on her tablet computer shutting down the hologram MRI.

“What are you doing now? I asked. She didn’t answer, she moved her mouth to my soaking wet pussy and started to lick me with her snake like tongue.

“Oh my god! That feels good!” I moaned, as I put my hand on the back of her head and forced her to stick her tongue deeper into my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim made me cum in a powerful orgasm, covering her mouth with my juices and cum. After cumming, Nimlinlinanim continued licking my pussy cleaning up the mess that squirted out of my pussy.

“Mihkniyilkuiam,” Nimlinlinanim said, with a smile on her face.

‘What does that mean? Did she like eating my pussy?’ I thought to myself, as I started to play with my pussy with the sudden urge to return the favor.

I got off the medical table and guided Nimlinlinanim to the wall where I started to kiss her. I put my tongue in her mouth and played with her tongue. I stripped off her uniform revealing her amazing breasts. I’ve never been with a girl before, but I didn’t care, I was too horny to stop now. I then sucked on Nimlinlinanim’s nipples, and kissed my way down her body to her pussy. ‘I can’t believe that I’m really doing this,’ I thought to myself as I took off her uniform pants revealing her pussy covered in a pink liquid.

“Oh my god!” I moaned after I did my first lick on her pussy.

Her pussy juices tasted like milk; I licked up all of her juices before licking her slit making her moan in pleasure. Nimlinlinanim put her hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her pussy. Seconds later, Nimlinlinanim had a powerful orgasm. Her pink milk tasting cum covered my entire face. I wiped her cum off of my face, and licked it off of my face, and licked it off of my fingers.

“Yummy!” I said seductively.

I guided Nimlinlinanim back to the medical table, where I laid on the medical table and guided Nimlinlinanim on top of me in a sixty-nine. Nimlinlinanim quickly understood what I wanted and she started to lick my pussy with her snake like tongue as I continued to lick her pussy. We made each other cum in multiple powerful orgasms. I inserted two of my fingers into her very tight pussy making her moan loudly. Nimlinlinanim suddenly started to turn a bright fluorescent pink. Worried for her well being I stopped fingering her pussy.

“Nok!” She said as she grabbed my hand and returned my fingers into her pussy.

I continued to fuck her pussy with my fingers, even as she turned a brighter fluorescent pink. Finally, her pussy exploded with a powerful orgasm. Her pink milk tasting cum squirted out of my pussy like a dam had burst. Nimlinlinanim then turned around so we could make out. As we made out I tasted my cum on her tongue. “Oh my god. I love this so much,” I said, exhausted.

Nimlinlinanim didn’t respond. She just smiled at me. After a short break, allowing Nimlinlinanim’s skin color to return to her normal. Nimlinlinanim climbed off of me and started to return to the wall where I stripped off her uniform.

“No! Not yet!” I said in a commanding voice not knowing if she could understand me, as I pulled her back to me and forced her mouth back to my pussy.

Nimlinlinanim knew what I wanted, and her tongue immediately went to work and I started to feel another orgasm building. I put my hand on the back of Nimlinlinanim’s head and pulled her in deeper into my soaking wet pussy. Just then, Nimlinlinanim’s tongue went faster and faster, making me unleash a powerful orgasm.

“Oh my god! That was amazing!” I said, exhausted.

Nimlinlinanim wasn’t done yet, she then inserted one of her really long fingers into my pussy and started to fuck me.

“Oh my god! That feels so fucking good!” I moaned as she brought me to orgasm.

Nimlinlinanim then inserted a second finger and continued to fuck me.

“FUCK! THIS FEELS TOO FUCKING GOOD! KEEP GOING!” I yelled, begging.

Nimlinlinanim fucked me faster and faster. Making me cum in an extremely powerful orgasm. Nimlinlinanim then pulled her fingers out of my dripping wet pussy and licked off my pussy juices and cum. Giving me a second to regain my composure. That was, until Nimlinlinanim inserted three fingers into my tight pussy.

“OH MY GOD! THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! PLESASE KEEP FUCKING ME! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!” I yelled, begging for more.

Nimlinlinanim fucked me with her three fingers as fast as she can. I felt yet another orgasm building, As if Nimlinlinanim knew I was ready to burst, she pulled out her fingers and started to lick my pussy again just as I unleashed my orgasm. My cum and pussy juices covered Nimlinlinanim’s face in a powerful, explosive orgasm. Nimlinlinanim then licked up all of my pussy juices and cum. Exhausted,

I finally let Nimlinlinanim return to the wall where I stripped off her uniform, to get dressed and to continue the medical exam. Nimlinlinanim got dressed, and continued with my medical exam. As she was finishing up the exam Nookumick returned.

“Niuoertouoama momnotojo kimkniiao Kemon II” He said, as he entered the room.

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“We’re almost at Kemon II,” Nookumick replied.

“Would you like to see our home? I can take you to our observation deck.” He said.

“Absolutely! I’ve never seen an another planet up close before!” I said excited.

Nookumick and Nimlinlinanim took me to the observation deck where I saw Kemon II for the first time.

To be continued…

Parts of this story was inspired off of Alien Abduction Bliss by lins1988

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Wendy and Brit are BFF’s They spend a lot of time together as teenagers and share secrets together. Wendy decides to share a secret that will change both girl’s lives very soon.

The two girls were giddy with excitement. Wendy was 15, slender with pert 32B breasts that she was very proud of. Brit was also 15. She was a little fuller bodied than her BFF, so she was more aware of the changes that were taking place in her body. Her breasts were larger than Wendy’s, but not as pretty. Her nipples always seemed to be swollen, and because of her “baby fat” she wasn’t as happy with her body as Wendy was. The two girls had virtually grown up together, starting first grade together and living in the same neighborhood all their lives.
Wendy’s Mom and Dad divorced when she was ten and her mother had remarried. Her step father was a few years younger than her Mom, and extremely attractive. All of the girls on her softball team were always making comments about how hot he was. Wendy’s Mom was also very attractive, her athletic build and long auburn hair turned the Dad’s heads at the games just as much as her step dad turned the lady’s. They were a very handsome family. Wendy had a brother who decided to live with her Father when the shared parenting agreement was reached. Bucky, was two years younger than his sister, but had matured quickly living with his sports minded father. They regularly worked out, ran challenge courses, and ate a fit diet. Wendy loved visiting them one week a month during the summer and on alternating holidays. They lived about an hour from her Mom and her.
Brit’s family contributed all of her physical traits. Her Mom was very cute, kind of dumpy, but not unattractive. She was one might call fluffy. Her shorter stature made her seem like she needed to grow about six inches to be where she should be. Her personality was amazing. She was bright, cheery, and full of fun. She spent a lot of time making other people’s lives happier. That was who she was. Brit’s father was a business man, owner of the local hardware/lumber yard and considered by most people in the town as the go-to guy for whatever they needed.
The two girls were alone in Brit’s bedroom. Wendy was overwhelmed with excitement. She was giddy waiting to tell Brit her good news.
She began by making Brit swear never to tell a soul what she was about to hear. That ramped up the anticipation for both girls. Then she began.
“Okay, here goes. You know my Mom has taken a new job with that sportswear company?” she looked at Brit for affirmation. “Well, she has to travel one week a month to the headquarters for new product releases and all that stuff. Well she left on Monday morning and my Dad and I were left to our own devices. The first day wasn’t any different really. We just went out to eat and that was kind of a treat, but everything else was the same. Tuesday evening I went into the shower. I left the door open so I could hear Dad if he came upstairs. I started thinking about what you and I did the other night when I slept over, you know, when we touched each other and did a little finger fucking? Well anyway, I was thinking about that and I started to play with myself. It felt so good. I guess I got pretty wrapped up in what I was doing and I didn’t hear Dad come into the bathroom. I had my eyes closed and two fingers up my pussy, so I was pretty well on my way to cumming. When I opened my eyes, there stood my Dad watching me. He was in his workout shorts and nothing else. I noticed the bulge in his shorts and knew that I had turned him on. He never said anything. He just opened the door to the shower, dropped his shorts and stepped in. I was so excited that I almost hyper-ventilated. He moved closer and took my hand in his. He raised it up to his nose and took a deep breath like he was smelling my hand. He bent down and kissed me on the lips. I thought I was going to faint. I kissed him back, and his tongue started to play with mine. I was about to cum all over again when he touched my pussy. He first petted it like a kitten. I was wet from the shower and he was getting wetter as he stood there. I spread my legs to allow him full access to my bush. He stroked the outside and let one finger dance over my clit. I was about to pass out from excitement. He stroked his finger into my pussy and started finger fucking me. His finger seemed huge. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I started to cum again. I was so mad, because I thought that would end this magic moment between he and I. Boy was I ever wrong. He knelt down in front of me. He moved his face between my legs and took his tongue and stroked the length of my pussy lips. I fell back against the shower wall and grabbed the soap dish to steady myself. His tongue went up inside of me just like his fingers had been. Then he took his thumb and stroked my clitty. I was seeing fireworks in my head. Every time he stroked my clit and sucked and tongued my slit I exploded a little inside. He stayed down there and licked me and stroked my pussy for what seemed like hours, but I know it wasn’t. I wanted to scream it felt so good. He finished me off by pushing his fingers on his left hand up my butt. That made me cum so hard, I lost my balance and fell into him. He caught me, gathered me up and carried me to his bedroom. I reached and turned off the shower as we left.
He laid me down on his bed and told me to use the towel he handed me to dry my hair and body. I did as he told me as he did the same. He asked me to lay down on the bed. I did as he asked. He spread my legs and lowered himself so he had his face in my pussy again. I was breathless with excitement. He asked if I enjoyed what he did in the shower and all I was able to do was nod. I was so overwhelmed with the excitement of the moment and anticipation of what was about to happen. I looked at his cock for the first time since we had entered the bedroom. It was huge. At least when I compared it to Bucky’s which is the only other cock I’ve ever seen. He was hard and his cock looked like it was actually throbbing. I took a deep breath. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wasn’t sure I could take him, as large as he was. He gently kissed my pussy. He told me that he liked that I hadn’t shaved it. He told me that my Mom had a natural pussy and that’s what he preferred. I knew Mom didn’t shave, she was the one who told me that real men liked the feel of pubic hair when they made love. I had seen Mom several times at the gym and at the pool in the dressing room. He combed his fingers through my thick bush. He ran his nose through it as took deep whiffs as if to smell my sex. It was so sexy. I watched as he stroked his own cock while he became intimate with me. I wanted so badly to beg him to fuck me, but I knew that I had to let him take the lead. I thought about when Bucky and I had fucked last month during my visit. We had spent almost every afternoon naked and having sex. I sucked his cock several times and he went down on me, but now, I was here with an adult man, with an adult cock, and I was about to get my first real fucking. I loved my little brother and enjoyed fucking him, but this was the big leagues.”
Wendy looked at her friend who was now naked and shoving the handle of her hair brush into her sopping wet pussy. She had already cum once and was well on her way to a second earth shaking orgasm when her friend stopped her story to take a drink of her soda.
“How big is his cock?” Brit blurted out the question to which Wendy spread her hands to indicate the length which was about 8-9 inches.
“What did his tongue feel like?” was the next question. Wendy just smiled widely and nodded to indicate it was amazing.
“Go on, dammit, go on. What did he do next, did he slam the big cock into your twat?” Wendy laughed loudly at the question and at how excited her friend had become.
“No, he didn’t.” she continued ” he kissed his way up to my nipples and began to suck them gently. He stroked my clit some more and kissed my neck and throat. I was about to die with lust. He just kept building the moment. He stood up and pulled me along the bed until my ass was right at the edge. He pulled my leg up over my head and told me to take a deep breath and hold it. When I had done that he slipped the head of his cock into my pussy. Because of how thick he was, it seemed like there was much more in me. He was standing next to the bed. I looked down and watched his cock slowly enter my quim. It was so sexy. He went very slowly, dripping lubricant on his cock as his slid it in. he would get about half of it in and then he would take it back out and put more lube on it, He did that several times until his whole big fat dick was deep inside of me. He stoked very slowly in and out so I could become used to his size. He asked if I had had sex before and I told him about me and Bucky. He smiled. He increased his rhythm and speed in and out of me as I became more comfortable with his dick inside me. It felt so good. Bucky has a nice dick for a 13 year old, but this was a real man cock inside me now and I was loving it. He was very gentle, patient and responsive to my reactions. When I tried to speed him up to get to my orgasm, he would gently kiss my breasts or my neck and tell me to slow down and enjoy the moment. I have no idea how long we fucked, but I came at least three times with his cock inside me. Then he got a stressful look on his face and his muscles tensed. He became excited and began to speed up his strokes until he clinched his teeth and released his cum inside of me. I was horrified. He seemed to pump gallons of hot jism into my belly. His cock throbbed inside of me as he shot stream after stream out of his fire hose of a dick. When he finished He kissed me on the forehead and withdrew his quickly deflating member. He saw the terror in my eyes and smiled.He said “Relax, I had a vasectomy six years ago. I shoot blanks.” I was instantly relieved. I really didn’t want to get pregnant.
We slept together that night and we had sex the next morning before he went to work. I spent the whole day thinking about what had happened, and what would happen if Mom found out. He made me promise to keep our secret and promised a repeat performance every month that Mom went out of town. I think I might just be the luckiest girl alive.”

Brit fell back onto the bed and sighed deeply. She looked at her friend and remembered how they had slept together and made “girl love” together just a week ago. She supposed that this turn of events had put an end to all of that. She was a little sad about that.
“So I guess that since you are getting fucked by your step father now, you and I won’t be having anymore fun together?” Brit’s eyes were sad as she made this statement
“What the fuck??” Wendy short back “I still love sucking me some pooter pie.” Both girls roared at the funny remark. Wendy took her friend into her arms.
“I want to suck some right now.” she added and she dropped to put her face into Brits curly bush.
Wendy’s tongue slowly licked up the lips of Brit’s chubby little pussy. She sucked hard on her clit as Brit undulated her hips, rubbing her cunt into Wendy’s pretty face.
“Oh Baby, I love that tongue” she moaned as Wendy successfully brought her to her first orgasm. ” Turn around so I can lick your pussy.” she said as Wendy positioned herself to enjoy sixty nine with her friend.
The girls spent the afternoon sucking each other and finger fucking the afternoon away. When it came time for Wendy to go home, she took Brit into her arms.
“How would you like to get fucked by my step Dad?” the question didn’t even get completed before Brit excitedly said yes, and the wheels began to turn in Wendy’s cute little head.

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This story was inspired by the Olympic Games in summer 2012 and the first part of it was written whilst they were in progress, but it has taken until now to get it finished. The story is entirely fictional, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2013

I was too confident. I was so pleased with myself, so full of myself, that it made me careless. However, it was understandable – for the third time in the space of only ten days, I had run better than ever before, and attained a new Personal Best. And what a time to do it, as well! – for the selectors were in the process of choosing the British team for the greatest event of any athlete’s career – the Olympic Games – which in just six weeks’ time would open in London, my own home town!

I am a medium-distance runner: my main event is the women’s 800 metres, although I do sometimes compete in 1500 metre races. Today was one of the last important athletics meetings before the selections for Team GB would be announced, and soon the chosen few would begin their final pre-Olympic training. I had just comfortably won my qualifying heat in a really fast time, and with my other recent races this was probably already enough to secure my place, but I wanted to win the final convincingly when it took place – which was in about fifteen minutes’ time – and I was so sure that I would.

I was brim full of electrifying energy, almost bouncing off the walls, and I was taking little notice of anyone else who was in the locker room – which was quite bustling, as women athletes came and went from their various events. I was vaguely aware that someone had sat down on the bench next to me and was changing out of her tracksuit into running gear, but it was at least thirty seconds before I realised that it was none other than Tamar Johnson, who for many years had been the dominating figure in British women’s running at my distances. However, she had missed most of last year – which had been my first at the highest competitive level – due to injuries and then recuperation from a knee operation. In consequence, I didn’t really know her – we had spoken at a couple of events, but only briefly, as I had been unusually shy and intimidated in her presence (after all, she had been national champion six times in the last ten years, had won gold at Commonwealth and European championships, and had an Olympic silver to her name as well – not from the last games, when she had been fifth in the final, but from 2004). Tamar had run in one of the first qualifying heats, earlier in the afternoon, and I knew that she had also secured a place in the final. A couple of years ago, before her long absence, that would have made me assume that she would beat me. However, having recently turned 30, she was entering the final stage of her top-level competitive career, whilst I – a full decade younger – was just coming into my prime, as my current streak of form testified, and I had the comfortable knowledge that the best was still ahead of me.

I was leaning forwards to tie the laces on my running shoes, when a quiet cool voice spoke from above the lean-muscled legs that were in my peripheral vision:

‘So, that was a fast time you ran – another PB, was it?’

I straightened up and looked at Tamar, who was sitting with calm composure, still wearing her sweatshirt and outer jacket over her racing outfit.

‘Yep, sure was!’ I said, pleased with myself.

The older athlete looked at me with a faint quizzical smile, and continued:

‘So – think you’ll win the final then, hmm?’

Something in her expression or tone of voice piqued me, and, together with the euphoria resulting from my current form, this led to my unusually assertive and boastful reply:

‘Yeah, I do – yes, I will!’

Tamar paused for a second, and her smile became more apparent, even a little predatory.

‘Really? I wonder – well then, if you’re that confident, want to bet on it?’

I thought her superior attitude was uncalled for, whatever she had achieved in the past, and the feeling of being condescended to irked me. Without stopping to think, I blurted out the fatal words:

‘Yeah – sure, yeah, whatever you like!’

Of course, I expected that in reply she would name an amount of money. It would not be a lot, as female athletes do not earn much, especially the younger ones like myself who have yet to make their name. Although I had given Tamar the initiative, I knew that she could not make it a large sum, as that would get talked about and it would be bad for her reputation if it looked like she had used her position and status to take unfair advantage of a junior. She might say as little as ten pounds, but more probably it would be twenty – fifty was just possible, but a hundred would be considered excessive. In any case, as I reminded myself after my momentary twinge of doubt, I wasn’t going to be the one paying up – she would be, so, yeah, let the bitch name a higher amount if she wanted to, I would be the one having the last laugh in that case.

But she didn’t. Instead, she looked at me appraisingly for a moment, with a curious gleam in her eye, and then her smile broadened into satisfaction, and she nodded:

‘Yes, indeed, fine – whatever I like.’

That caught me off guard, and my mouth hung open in surprise. Partly puzzled and partly vexed, as I felt that she was laughing at some inner private joke, I responded:

‘What? Whaddaya mean? No, like – how much, how much is the bet?’

The mature athlete shook her head, setting her short bob of brunette hair swinging.

‘No, no – you said, “whatever you like” – so, that’s the bet.’ Then she pinned me with a shrewd glance, and turned the screw: ‘Unless you aren’t up for it, of course – unless your word isn’t good?’

She had me there – I had made the foolish offer, and I couldn’t unsay it. Amongst sportswomen in particular, the worst possible thing was to get a reputation as someone who wriggled out of a bet, who was unreliable; it was the very essence of being unsporting, and was viewed with contempt. I stiffened my back, stared the snotty cow in the face, and said coolly:

‘Of course it is! I just meant … anyway, well – OK then, that’s the bet! So, if I win, then I get to say afterwards how much the bet is for? Is that the deal, that the way you want it?’

After all, I reminded myself again, with my current hot form I was faster than anyone else in the final, and certainly faster than Tamar’s recent times or what she had done in her qualifying heat. Shit, if she wanted to play mind games, well – let her dig her own grave. This was only giving me more of an incentive to win the race – as if putting the seal on qualifying for the Olympic squad wasn’t enough – and, I thought with only partly-concealed ferocity, when I did win, well, I might make it a hundred pounds. The bitch could afford that, and I would dine out in celebration – or, actually, given the needs of training and diet, put it towards a new pair of top-quality racing shoes. All this flashed through my mind in the second before Tamar replied, closing the agreement with a handshake, and (which I did not really register) confirming it in slightly different words:

‘Yes, exactly – if I win, then whatever I want; if you win, then you get to say.’

It still seemed to me to be rather unsatisfactory, somehow unfinished, but I couldn’t press her any further as it was time to get ready for the race, and we said no more to each other after that. I left the locker room first, glancing back over my shoulder to see Tamar peel off her jacket and sweatshirt, revealing her tight-fitting two-piece running outfit – the part like a sports-bra covering her upper chest, and the short tight pants around her hips, below her midriff. I had to admit that she still cut a fine figure, not only as an athlete in the pink of health and fitness, but also as a woman. The decade of age that she had on me had given her more pronounced curves, and she had always had a bit more in the bust department than most women athletes – curiously enough, that was one thing we had in common. Most female athletes are A cups (the Asian women, double-As, almost flat chested), whereas my breasts are size 30B, and I thought Tamar’s were a couple of sizes bigger still, probably 32Cs. She seemed cool and composed, and glanced in my direction, almost as if she had felt my eyes upon her. Slightly discomfited, I turned on my heel and trotted down the short dingy concrete corridor that led underneath the grandstand and out onto the floor of the stadium itself, and began my routine of warm-ups, ready for the final of the women’s 800 metres.

Whether it was gamesmanship or not, she must have got under my skin. I didn’t run a sensible race in the final – I was too keen to put her in her place, and of course instead the outcome was the opposite. I set off much too fast in the first 200 metres, trying to burn off everyone else: the pace was too hot for some and they faded away, but Tamar and two others took up my challenge and kept in contact, running about a dozen metres behind me. My form and fitness were so good that I was able to maintain a rate not much less than this through the middle 400 metres of the race – but Tamar and one of other two, a woman just couple of years’ older than me, maintained their distance, and then started to close in during the last fifty metres of that section.

As we entered the decisive final 200 metres, I realised to my chagrin that I had misjudged it – that my strategy had been lousy, the stupid headstrong stuff of an amateur. I was determined to try and hold them off and win through to the tape, but I could feel my strength ebbing as we approached the final straight. Tamar, on the other hand, had run a superb tactical race, letting me burn up the track, keeping within striking range, but settling into an easy rhythmic lope and husbanding her strength. She had enough left that during the final fifty metres she overhauled me and then went past, and I had nothing remaining with which to respond. I just managed to hold off the slightly-too-late challenge of the woman in third place – the rest of the field were well back – but Tamar crossed the line about four metres ahead of me.

Spent and gasping for breath, I collapsed to my knees, furious with myself for my folly, and only barely consoled by the fact that I had forced it into being a fast race for all of us. In fact, I had posted a time only fractionally below the new PB that I had established in the qualifying round, whilst Tamar – having used me as her pacemaker and stalking horse – had run her fastest time of the year. Both of us were well within the times needed for selection for the Olympic team, though of course we would have to wait for confirmation of our standing in relation to the others seeking a place, and the official announcement. Still, it seemed certain that I would be heading to the Team GB training camp in a week or two, and then to the Olympic Village in July for the London 2012 Olympics! That I would have Tamar as a colleague – and rival – did not bother me; it was getting there myself that counted.

These thoughts were churning through my mind, with joy at the prospect of being an Olympian pushing aside my vexation at having so misjudged both the race and the competitor who I had too glibly written off as past her prime, when Tamar came up to stand behind me, placed a proprietorial hand on my shoulder, and said quietly:

‘Thanks, babe – that was just the extra spur that I needed, and a good fast race! I’ll see you in the locker room later, and then, when the others have gone, you can settle your debt!’

Shit, I’d almost forgotten about the stupid bet! Oh well, I thought, I don’t care if she wants to take me down a peg or two (like she hasn’t already, beating me in the final!), and makes it fifty pounds or more – I’m gonna be in the Olympic team, I’m gonna be an Olympic athlete, and at my own country’s home games! Who cares about anything else!

I was quite weary from two hard 800 metre races, especially as my qualifying heat had been the last one to be run, and so, after removing only my running shoes and socks, I was content to slump for a while on the bench in the locker-room, accepting congratulations from friends and other athletes who I barely knew, and letting them get on with showering and changing. After nearly half an hour, when the shower area was no longer in much use, I rose to my feet and started to take off my running vest – but before I could do so, my eye was caught by Tamar, who was sitting further down the same bench, and she gave me a quick shake of the head in negation.

Oh well, I thought, as I shrugged my shoulders and sat back down, let her make me wait, if that’s what she wants – I’m in no hurry anyway, I’m not doing anything after this except going back to my small rented one-bedroom flat for a light meal and an early night, before training again tomorrow morning. Perhaps, I considered with some apprehension, she is going to make it a hundred pounds, and doesn’t want anyone to hear. Well, if so, I would have to bite the bullet – she might get some stick for setting such a steep amount, but I would get much more if I didn’t honour my bet, however foolishly it had been worded.

After another fifteen minutes, there was that sudden exodus that so often occurs in a changing room – one moment it seems boisterously full and noisy, and then moments later it is nearly empty, echoing and cool. I felt an unexpected degree of tension as I realised that everyone else had gone, and that only Tamar and I were left in the locker-room, both of us still wearing our running outfits.

Tamar walked towards me as I started to open my mouth, intending simply to ask ‘how much?’, but she shook her head again, and placed a single finger across my lips to silence me. Then, standing very close in front of me, she pulled her top over her head and in one motion stripped both her running shorts and panties down her legs, so that in an instant she was completely naked. For a moment she stood there, with her hands resting on the swell of her powerful hips and her jutting breasts pointing directly at my face. I was speechless, unsure of where to look or what to say. Then Tamar reached across to where she had been sitting, rummaged in her equipment bag, produced a plastic bottle of liquid soap and another of combined shampoo and conditioner, and handed them to me. Before I could react to this, she turned on her heel, and walked with slow swaying strides across to the entrance of the large communal shower area. When she got there, she turned back to face me, leaning her spine against the door-frame, with her breasts slightly swaying and her cunt fully exposed to view.

‘Whatever you like – remember, that’s what you bet, whatever I like,’ she said with an anticipatory smile. ‘You can begin working off your debt by helping me in the shower – so, get your kit off, babe, and bring those bottles.’

With that she turned away, and strode like a lioness into the steam-filled shower room. I was struck dumb: what did she want, what did she mean? I was just beginning to have a faint, disturbing idea of what I might have let myself in for. I didn’t know much about Tamar’s personal life, for, despite being well-known in athletic circles, she wasn’t really a celebrity and she kept things quite private, so there was little in the press. Was there a husband or a boyfriend? I couldn’t recall any mention of either, but equally she was not – as quite a few athletes were – known within the sport as a lesbian, certainly not of the kind that likes to prey upon the younger and prettier girls at the start of their careers when they are vulnerable or easily flattered by the attention. Either Tamar was much more discrete and less promiscuous than the other lesbians, or – most likely – she was bisexual (which is the case with the majority of female athletes), and only occasionally indulged her sapphic side.

I was not that way inclined myself, not at all, of that I was quite sure. The truth was that since the age of eleven I had been so taken up with my athletic ambitions that there had been little spare time, and even less spare energy, for much of a sex life at all. When you are training for several hours every day after school, summer or winter, and also every Saturday and Sunday, varied only by travelling to different cities to take part in athletics meetings and competitions, there is little scope for anything else. I also had to watch my diet very carefully and get regular sleep, so that ruled out drinking in bars or going to parties. My parents, quite rightly, had insisted that I did not skimp on my schoolwork, and so I had left school with grades high enough to get a place at a top-ranked university. There had been no room in my life for boyfriends before I went to college, and in fact I was still a virgin when I arrived there, although a quick fling in the third week had relieved me of my cherry. In the twenty months since then, I had had a few brief stuttering relationships with male students, but they never lasted or amounted to everything – the guys could tell that they came a long way second to my training schedule, and usually their pride didn’t let them stick with that for very long. I had probably had had going-all-the-way sex less than a ten times, most of which had been brief and none especially inspiring.

From this brief reverie, I came down to earth again in the empty locker-room. Perhaps I was jumping to conclusions, I told myself, maybe there was not anything more in this than met the eye. Anyhow, compliance was the only option, whatever it was that I ended up doing. I broke out of my brief frozen hesitation, quickly stripped naked, and picked up Tamar’s bottles of toiletries. With a nervous fluttering in my stomach, I trotted after her into the enveloping misty warmth of the shower room.

We had it all to ourselves, which I now realised had been her deliberate intention. Tamar was standing directly under one of the shower-heads, enjoying the feel of the deliciously hot water streaming down her body. Her short but thickly-layered bob of dark hair was now plastered to her skull, and I could see the water running over her pert breasts and down her flat stomach, after which, disconcertingly, it trickled from the clean-shaven groove between her legs. Tamar took one step sideways to stand just outside the jet of water, beckoned me over, and then, as I approached, turned her back towards me.

‘Soap me, sweetie, soap my back’, was her brief instruction.

Oh well, I thought with relief, I can do that. I uncapped the bottle of bath oil, poured a libation into the palm of my right hand, and then applied it to the older woman’s back – starting at the base of her neck, and working across her shoulder blades and down her spine. Like any athlete, I have plenty of experience of being massaged, as muscular stiffness and minor injuries are a constant part of one’s life, and the sports physiotherapist is a regular port of call. I applied that knowledge now, kneading Tamar’s shoulders and pressing my thumb across beneath her shoulder-blades and her ribs. Of course, it did not take long until I had soaped her back into a nice lather, and my hands paused at the top of her butt.

‘Mmmm, nice … yeah, that’s good – don’t stop now, keep on – keep going!’

I swallowed, and then more tentatively began to rub a second portion of the liquid soap over her ass, but avoiding going into the cleft between her buttocks. In a weird way, it was actually kind of pleasant – of course, she had a very trim ass, finely muscled and without an ounce of flab or fat, but it was the sweeping circular motions that I could make which were somehow soothing. Without realising it, these circles had become wider and wider, and my hand was almost slipping into her crevasse, although only at the top, not down near her ass-hole and – gulp – the base of her pussy, both of which were fully visible.

I was just about to stop again, when Tamar turned round to face me. Her face looked a little flushed, but then the shower-room was hot and very humid. She held my eyes for a moment, and I had a brief insight into how a rabbit feels when caught in headlights.

‘Now do my front,’ she purred.

What? I shrieked mentally, without letting my face show my uncertainty and panic. Oh, shit! … I’ll have to do it, have to do it, was the thought bouncing around in my empty echoing skull.

With a shaky breath, under Tamar’s keenly watchful and anticipatory gaze, I tipped the bottle and poured some of the liquid soap in a line across the top of her chest, just below her collarbone. Then, taking my courage in both hands, and ignoring as best I could their slight tremble and the tightness in my throat, I began to spread this out and lather it up. I swallowed nervously as I tentatively smoothed the creamy bubbles over the curves of her upper breasts and then – unavoidably – I stroked their lower part, feeling the curious mixture of muscular firmness and soft femininity. I nearly jerked my hands backwards, as if I had received an electric shock, when the palms of my hands brushed across her nipples – they were hard, and stiffly erect.

Like a little girl, I was unconsciously nibbling my lower lip in concentration, as I slid my hands down a little further and cupped her breasts from underneath, lifting them to be rinsed clean in the spray of water, and then smoothing around them. To my puzzled surprise, as I fell into a rhythm I found that stroking her breasts was almost hypnotic, and in a curious way quite satisfying. It was strange, but it was as if Tamar and I were isolated together in a separate world – some limbo away from reality, away from normality, in which the usual inhibitions and prohibitions no longer applied. Of course, the combination of euphoria and exhaustion from my races played a part in this, as did the warmth and humidity of the steam-enveloped shower area, and even the now quiet and deserted locker room felt as if it was a mile away.

Through all of this, Tamar’s eyes were half-closed, as she revelled in the sensations that my attentions to her breasts were producing. Then, she shook herself a little, looked at me directly, and gave the most alarming and shocking instruction of all, beginning with one simple devastating word:

‘Lower … go lower, mmm, yes, honey … go down …’

I gave an involuntary gasp, followed by a slight splutter as some of the water from the shower sprayed between my half-parted lips. Perhaps, if that had not happened, I might have uttered words of refusal or at least of protest … but perhaps, too, I might not. I felt quite detached, almost as if I was standing outside myself, as much an observer as a participant in this unfolding scene, and I lacked the willpower to contest the inexorable unfolding of Tamar’s ingenious strategy of seduction.

The older athlete gave me a smile tinged with hungry anticipation, as she moved a little aside and leaned backwards against the wall. With her shoulder-blades settled against the tiles, she shifted her stance so that her legs were further apart and her pelvis was thrust out towards me. I was transfixed, mesmerised by the presentation of her naked smooth-shaven cunt, with its puffy jutting labial lips and the already-parted deep pink slit between them.

Feeling strangely flushed, I was almost on auto-pilot as I put some more of the liquid gel into the palm of my right hand, and then rubbed it across Tamar’s lower stomach, postponing for a few seconds touching the minefield lower down. I knew, with an unbidden certainty, that when my hand descended below the slight curve of her pelvis, I would be crossing a Rubicon from which there would be no return – that it would be a life-changing moment. And yet, strangest of all, that prophetic vision did not stop me. Slowly my hand drifted downwards and gave a first tentative pressure around the top of her cunt, and then up and down on each side. I still held off from letting my fingers stroke her actual genitalia, from either touching her labia or even slipping down the furrow between them. But it was inevitable, it was bound to happen – this moment had been coming, I realised now, from the moment that she had stripped naked and led me into the shower area … no, I thought with a quick flash of understanding, it had been ordained from the moment when I had uttered the fateful words of my naive and boastful bet.

As this passed through my mind, as if of their own volition my trembling fingertips smoothed down to the base of her cunt, and then slid upwards and traced the edges of her inner labia, before teasing them apart and probing into her moist vagina. Tamar gave a throaty moan and pushed her pelvis even further forward, thrusting against me so that my finger slid into her for about an inch!

I jerked it back as if I had been burned – but the damage was done, and the seed then sown sprouted with sudden intensity. Without any conscious decision, my right hand was joined by my left, and together they began a more purposeful massaging of Tamar’s pussy, rubbing the remaining soap bubbles around, first clockwise and then anti-clockwise, and then kneading up and down her slit, feeling the slippery rubbery smoothness of her labia and dipping in and out of the valley of desire that they enfolded.

After a few moments of this, Tamar’s breathing began to quicken and to break up into short shaky gasps. Her eyes were wide open and locked onto mine with riveting intensity – she held me in thrall by sheer willpower, and I could no more have resisted or desisted than I could have flown to the moon. Drawn in to her vortex of desire, my nipples hardened into aching erection and I felt my own vagina flush with wet warmth. With an involuntary moan of my own, I increased the pace and pressure of my pussy-massage, squeezing Tamar’s fleshy folds and digging my fingernails into her labia. Her nostrils flared, she gave a soft cry, and my hand felt a quiver shake her vulva, after which came a sudden loose openness of her vagina. Such was her commanding presence and self-control that it took me a moment to register that she had just had an orgasm, and I felt a tangled mingle of scandalisation and achievement as I realised that I had just made another woman come – something that I had never dreamed that I would ever do; indeed, I didn’t even ‘make’ my boyfriends come, but just lay supine on my back and let them thrust into my hole until they effectively jacked themselves off.

As Tamar breathed unevenly for a moment, I began to wonder if I had now done what she wanted – that I had paid my dues for my bet in giving her sexual pleasure, and would be sent on my way. Strangely, crazily, this thought instantly made me feel rather flat and disappointed, as if that would somehow be a let down.

I should have had more faith in the stamina of the medium-distance runner! The older athlete tossed her head slightly, reminding me for an instant of a thoroughbred filly in the starting stalls before a race, and then she whispered in a silky tone:

‘Remember, sweet thing, “whatever you like”, that’s what you offered – that’s what you bet … well, now you know my secret … and THIS …’

as she spoke that word, she reached forward and – before I realised what she intended – her right hand cupped my Venus mound and squeezed my pussy in a firm, possessive … and, mmmm, arousing … oh, my! mmm, aah! ooohh! yessss! … grip. My eyes went wide with shock and a shudder ran through me from head to toe as she caressed my cunt, her middle finger pressing into my vaginal groove, and continued with scarcely a beat of a pause:

‘… is what I like … and you, you sexy little bitch, you – you’re what I want! … and you’re bound by your word, yeah, to give me “whatever I like” … and that’s your hot body, your cute bouncy tits, your bubble-butt ass, and – most of all – this sweet fuckin’ pussy, that’s all so wet and dripping …’

At that, I gave some sort of feeble yelp of denial – it was just the warm water from the shower running down there, I was sure … and then, suddenly, I wasn’t sure, as I felt a pulse of excitement at her touch. It was far, far more arousing than any boy had ever been, and it set my pussy glowing with an inner fire! My labia curled open, my pussy lips parted, and a hot surge flushed through me, a split second before Tamar’s long forefinger split my hole and thrust into me, sinking with slick adroitness and lubricating wetness into my vagina and invading me deeply, until the only thing that stopped it was the bump of her knuckles against my pelvic bone.

Tamar knew then – if she had not been fully certain already – that I was hers, hers to seduce, hers to play with, hers to use and hers to fuck, and that I would do so willingly, whatever she desired. Somehow she knew, even before I did – or before I could accept it – that I am a lesbian, that my attempted boyfriends had been a feeble and futile pretence to avoid this truth: that what set me on fire was the sensual touch of another woman, and preferably an older, experienced, powerful woman.

‘Oh! ooaaah, help! Oh, Tamar … mmm, no, you shouldn’t … aaakk! … do that, mmm, yes … mm, that … fuck, yeah! … do that, mmmm, oh, yeah, do that, please … oogghh, like that! oh shit, yeah! do that! do me, do that!!’

There was no doubt now that she was taking me, that she was fucking me with unbridled sapphic passion and lesbian lust … and, yes, also no doubt now that I wanted this, that I was giving myself up to her, body and probably soul as well.

I learned afterwards that Tamar was also (shit, what a word to use in this context, also!!) completely 100 per cent lesbian, but she had been very discreet about it throughout her career, taking her lovers from outside the world of athletics, and generally in long-lasting relationships – the most recent of which had ended about five months ago. Now she exploited all of that experience, and played my body as if it was a musical instrument.

Tamar gently swung me around to take her place against the wall, and a good thing too – my legs were suddenly afflicted with the jelly-fever, as my joints went all loose and floppy, and I might otherwise have fallen over or at least collapsed into a kneeling heap. My head went back on my shoulders, and it was my turn to thrust my cunt out at her, so that she could abrade and penetrate it more easily. Her long forefinger was now sliding in and out of my lubricated hole with ever increasing pace, force and fluidity, as my pussy flushed hotly loose and wet.

With an appreciative murmur, Tamar stretched my labia apart, and then slid her two longest fingers into my vulva, making me gasp in shock at the intrusion. The older woman began to piston her digits in and out of me in an ever faster and more forceful rhythm, and a tremor ran through me, thrilling in both its intensity and its novelty. Tamar was relentless, and that was just what I wanted and needed then. She had no hesitation as she took my lesbian cherry, as she completed my initiation into the all-girl sisterhood, as she turned me into her eager sapphic slut. My eyes closed as all of my being became centred in my cunt, and I began to pant for breath. From somewhere, someone was whimpering and groaning, and then a hoarse strangled voice was begging with desperate insistence and intensity – and it was ME, it was me that was beseeching a woman I barely knew, a woman ten years older than me, to fuck the living daylights out of me, to shaft me and screw me and fuck me to pieces!

With a wild cry I climaxed, my whole frame juddering against the tiled wall behind me and my hips jerking with electrified ecstasy. It was far and away the best orgasm that I had ever had –rising within me and then breaking over me with the shattering power of a tsunami, leaving me as it ebbed with a feeling of rich fulfilment. It was a revelation in every sense of the term: it was both astonishing and exciting in opening my eyes to what it was possible to experience, and also shocking and sobering in exposing what really lit up my lights – sex with another woman. It seemed that in reality I was a lesbian, and although I wasn’t quite ready to work through the consequences of this, it did not occur to me to try to reject it – my response to Tamar’s caresses had been too real and too profound to be deniable.

The older athlete slid her fingers out of my hole and lifted them to her face, sniffing my aroma and then licking the traces of my cum-juice. As I leaned against the wall, gasping for breath and dizzy with discovery, Tamar gazed at me with a warm smile, her eyes shining with relish at my response to her seduction. She let her fingers fall to cup my breast, and I moaned again as her thumb rasped across my incredibly-sensitised nipple. I didn’t know what to say, and still more what to do, but I was in capable hands – very capable indeed.

‘Mmm, nice, very nice’, purred Tamar softly, and then she added – with a squeeze of both my breasts for emphasis: ‘as a starter … but you’ve got a way to go yet!’

Clashing emotions warred within me, of both alarm and yet a strange relief, as if I knew deep down that it could not just be left at this point, and that to stop after such intense intimacy would be the worst thing of all. Tamar saw that acceptance in my eyes and she nodded twice, and then she moved closer, sliding her hands behind my back to cup my buttocks and drawing me against her so that our breasts were pressed together. Her lips brushed mine, and suddenly I was kissing her passionately, our tongues entwining. After a moment, she was the one to break away, but she put out a hand and led me back into the coolness of the deserted locker room.

‘You’re coming with me, babe’, she stated with incontrovertible assurance, and I felt an anticipatory tingling flush in my pussy as she told me that she was going to collect on the rest of her bet at her own place, ‘where there’s plenty of time and no interruptions’. She added that I was to stay the night, but that in the morning she would consider my obligations discharged, and I could then leave and, if I wished, this would never be spoken of again. I was too locked in the here and now to be able to think that far ahead, but as some response was needed I simply gave a dazed and mute nod.

Tamar swiftly dried herself with her towel and began to put on her everyday clothes – an attractive set of pale blue bra and bikini panties, a light camisole top and a neat dark red pencil skirt that tapered just above her knees. To this was added a matching wasp-waisted jacket, and then a pair of smart black leather boots. I was slower, due partly to physical tiredness, partly to the confusion of my emotions, and partly to stealing glances at Tamar’s lithe body as she slipped into her stylish outfit. I also had to take particular care as I dried around my crotch, where my labia were still puffily aroused and so sensitive that even the gentlest rubbing sent electric shocks running through my pelvis. Tamar arched an eyebrow and watched with amusement as I tentatively dabbed the towel at my pussy, my teeth nibbling my power lip to prevent me from moaning aloud with pleasure. Once I was dry, I reached into my bag for a pair of fresh panties, but she stopped my motion with a touch of her fingers on my wrist.

‘You won’t be needing those – leave them in the bag, I don’t want you wearing anything under your skirt.’

With her other hand, Tamar scooped up from the bench the panties that I had worn during our race, and she gave them a sniff before she tucked them away in a pocket of her own sports bag, adding with a smile:

‘I’ll keep these – I always like to have a souvenir!’

I swallowed, but it never crossed my mind to object or refuse – and not just because of the terms of the wager. That had become almost irrelevant to me now, and what was drawing me on and ensuring my compliance was my need to know more, to discover more, and to be taken further down this road. Even so, it felt very strange as I finally stood there in the locker room, apparently fully dressed but with no panties and a naked pussy beneath my short black pleated skirt. I had never before in my life worn a skirt or dress without panties, and I felt nervously vulnerable but also deliciously naughty. As we walked through the building and out into the parking lot, we passed several people who smiled or nodded their congratulations to us both. Hopefully they ascribed my flushed and mumbled replies to a charming modesty, when in truth it was because some part of me was convinced that they could see right through my clothes and somehow knew that my just-fucked cunt was panty-less beneath.

My knees were almost ready to give way by the time that we reached Tamar’s vehicle, a smart metallic silver Mercedes which at any other time I would have admired and envied (I had no car of my own, and had arrived at the event by train and bus). Tamar took my bag from my unresisting grip and tossed into the boot along with her own gear, as I slid gratefully into the passenger seat. Taking her place behind the steering wheel, Tamar slid the key into the ignition but paused before starting the engine, looking over at me. With my mouth suddenly dry, I reached for the seatbelt and drew it across my body, acutely aware of how the cross-strap slid between my breasts, parting them and pushing them into prominence. As I clicked the buckle into place and the belt-strap cinched across my fluttering stomach, it felt as if I was putting myself into bondage for her – which was an alarming concept, and even more alarmingly it was somehow a tantalising one as well.

Fastening the seatbelt seemed to be taken by Tamar as a definite acquiescence on my part of her sexual intentions and an acceptance of my own lesbian desires – and so, I suppose, it was. She gave me a wide vivid grin that sent a warm glow through me, reached across to squeeze my nearest knee both comfortingly and possessively, and then engaged the starting motor. As we drove away with a spurt of gravel, she forestalled conversation – not that I had any, in fact my mind was almost blank – by switching on the CD player. It turned out that she was a fan of Bruce Springsteen – as I am – and the comfortingly familiar power chords of ‘Badlands’ blasted out as we whisked through a couple of suburbs and then roared down the slip road onto the motorway.

There was not a lot of traffic at this time of day, and Tamar settled into a steady cruising speed of 70 miles an hour in the middle lane. Then, as the CD (clearly a compilation of her favourite Bruce tracks) shifted to ‘The Rising’, her left hand slipped across to caress my right knee, gently but firmly easing my legs apart. I needed no encouragement, and with alacrity I spread myself as wide open as the confines of car would allow, my left knee pushing against the soft leather of the door and my right knee pressed against the gear stick. Tamar glanced down with an appreciative chuckle, and then her hand deftly flicked my skirt up to my waist, completely exposing my naked cunt. Her fingers quested for my gash, rubbing around and beside it, and then probing into my moist and quaking hole. As the powerful car purred along, its experienced lesbian driver finger-fucked me to another climax. As my orgasm built, my back arched and my buttocks left the car seat, my pelvis straining upwards against the restraint of the seatbelt. The back of my skull pressed against the head-rest and I closed my eyes, whimpering with my fierce need for release, until I gave a shriek as my climax exploded.

I slumped back in the seat, gasping for breath and with a puddle of sweat and cunt-juice pooling at the juncture of my thighs. I shivered as Tamar withdrew her questing finger and lifted it to her own mouth, licking along it to taste the flavour of my cum. For a few moments I remained half-lying and half-sitting in a lascivious sprawl, my legs still wide apart, enjoying the tantalising thrill of exposing myself to this assured lesbian, and enjoying still more the knowledge that I was arousing her, that I was the object of her sexual desire.

The journey was not a long one, or at least for me it passed in a hazy blur, and after about forty miles we left the motorway – by now, several songs further on, to ‘Tougher Than The Rest’, which seemed somehow appropriate. We circuited the edge of a small town and then took turnings onto country lanes, passed through a pretty little village, and then shortly afterwards pulled into the driveway of a long low building of old yellow stone. It looked as if it had originally been two separate cottages, but clearly had now been converted into one.

Tamar parked the car in front of a garage that stood separately to the right of the main building, and there was a sudden hush as she turned off the engine. I was momentarily unsure of the next move, but she had no such hesitation. She released first her seatbelt and then mine, and then she shifted sideways in her seat. Her right arm came across and plunged between my legs, two long fingers pushing up inside me and her thumb pressing against my clitoris, whilst her left hand gripped the back of my neck and drew my mouth towards hers for a devouring kiss. It is not in my nature to be passive in any situation, and I responded by squirming my right hand between her thighs, pushing my fingers around and behind the crotch of her panties to feel her wet pussy, and then probing with amateurish skill but evident enthusiasm at her warm enclosing flesh.

I thought that Tamar was going to finger-fuck me again then and there – and, believe me, I had no objection at all, for all my inhibitions had slipped away during that sex-fuelled drive, and were littered behind me somewhere along the motorway. Instead, she stopped short, leaving me aching with desire, my nipples so stiffly erect that they were thrusting through the fabric of my bra and my figure-hugging lambswool sweater like miniature missiles, primed to detonate. Tamar got out of the car and came round to my side, opening the passenger door and extending a hand to help me out. I appreciated the gesture, partly for its combination of elegance and assured possessiveness, and partly because my legs felt like jelly and I was not sure that I could walk straight on my own.

Twining our fingers together, my new friend … no, let’s be frank, my new girlfriend … in fact, let’s be completely honest, my new lover … led me to the front door of the cottage, and then inside. I liked it at once: the timber-beam ceilings were low and the leaded diamond-pane windows small, making it feel secure and sheltered, whilst the comfortable furnishings and curtains had a cosy and cheerful effect. It was separated from the nearest habitation by several hundred yards, and had a large secluded rear garden in which Tamar had laid out a small running track; between this and the conversion of an adjoining barn into a well-equipped gym and a medium-sized swimming pool, she had everything that she needed to do most of her training at home, and I was suitably admiring and quite envious. If this is what success brings – well, I thought, bring it on, bring it on!

‘You know,’ Tamar said quietly, her hands resting upon my shoulders, ‘I’ve wanted this … been hoping for this chance … for quite a while, ever since I first saw you run, at the start of the year. You are the sexiest, hottest little piece out there on the track, did you know that? That ass of yours, especially – d’you know how you wiggle it, you tease, huh? And, yeah, I’ll admit it, you’re the most talented of the young runners at our distance … and you’ve got the grit, the determination, to take it all the way, Olympic medals too – maybe not this time, too soon, but someday. Yeah, bitch, when you’re on fire, you’re hot, you’re fucking hot … and I’m hot for fucking you!’

I blushed and modestly looked downwards – which was a mistake if I wanted to keep my cool, because it meant I was gazing straight down her front, at the cleavage of her alluring rounded breasts. Her words gave me a warm flush, and not just in my pussy from her admiration of my body and her lust for it – even more, it was her compliment of my ability, her confirmation of my future in the sport. Coming from Tamar in particular, it was an incredible boost to my self-belief, and I could almost feel myself relaxing inside.

I didn’t have time to say anything in response – I started to mumble something, I don’t know what – because Tamar’s hands moved unerringly to my breasts, cupping each one and squeezing it, rolling my suddenly firm and so-sensitive nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and my words turned instead to a moan of desire. It was my moment of surrender, and she knew it, as I gasped:

‘Fuck me! Oh, God – fuck me, please fuck me! I’ll do anything, anything you want – just show me, show me how – take me, do me, please – make me, anything, just fuck me, fuck me hard!’

Tamar’s lips curved in a wide smile and her eyes gleamed, making her incredibly alive and attractive.

‘Oh, yes, babe – that is just exactly what I have in mind, and I will, I will – I’m gonna have you, I’m gonna take you there, all the way, so you’ll never ever want to come back again!’

There was a desperate pleading tone in my voice, such as I had never used with any male lover ever, as I replied:

‘God, yes, Tamar – I’m yours, I’m yours, please – anything you want, whatever you like, just take me, just do me!’

Then and there, in the hallway of her cottage, she pulled my sweater over my head and swiftly undid the side buttons and zip of my black skirt, letting it tumble down my legs. At once she reached for my bra, tugging the straps from my shoulders and jerking the bra-cups down so that I spilled out of them. For a moment she groped and mauled my breasts, sending shivers of arousal down my spine, and then she undid the clip at my back and discarded my bra altogether. I stood before her, rigid with desire as her eyes roved over my body, now naked apart from my hold-up stockings and low-heeled shoes. Once again she asserted her claim upon me by thrusting a hand between my legs, and I arched my hips apart in surrender as she cupped my cunt and gave it a firm proprietorial squeeze. Tamar’s nostrils flared and there was a hard edge of need in her voice as she rasped:

‘This … is mine, all mine – yeah, bitch, your pussy is mine!’

I swallowed and wordlessly gazed back into her lust-filled eyes, my acquiescence evident from my flushed face, half-open mouth, stiff pointy tits and, most of all, my dripping, oozing, gaping vagina.

Tamar took my hand in her commanding grasp, and towed me behind her up a short staircase and into the main bedroom, which nestled beneath the steep roof with two dormer windows, one facing the front of the cottage and other looking down onto the back garden. My seducer pulled the drapes on the front window, but left the private rear one as it was, with the setting sun sending soft warm rays across the bedroom ceiling. There was a large – really, an enormous – double bed at one end of the room, and Tamar whisked the colourfully-patterned duvet to one side, revealing the pale yellow sheet beneath. I made half a step towards the bed, assuming that she meant me to lie down on it, but Tamar checked me with a hand on my arm.

‘Eager, ain’t you, babe?’ she laughed, and then added: ‘good – I like that in a girl. And for a beginner?’ … here she gazed at me questioningly again, and with a blush I looked down at the carpet and sheepishly nodded … ‘yeah, for a newbie, you’re doing real good. But – first things first, honey, first things first. Undress me!’

I gasped at the command, thrilled at the prospect. Tamar stood confidently in the middle of the bedroom carpet, a vision of mature athleticism in her smart and stylish outfit. Carefully I undid the two buttons of her elegant burgundy-coloured jacket, my palms brushing across her breasts as I slipped it from her shoulders and slid the sleeves down her arms. As I removed the jacket, Tamar nodded towards a nearby chair, and I placed it neatly over the back of it as she gave an approving smile. Her camisole top was next, and obligingly she raised her hands above her to facilitate its removal, after which it joined the jacket on the chair. For a moment I paused, admiring the sight of her rounded breasts in their lacy sky-blue bra. She was definitely bustier than almost any woman distance runner that I knew, although her mounds were no more than average by other standards. To me, however, used to a world of almost flat-chested women, in which my own modest B cups were a cause for comment, Tamar was Aphrodite, she was Venus, she was a love goddess personified.

I cupped her breasts in both my hands, for a moment lost in wonder as to how I had come to be here, to be doing this, and not just with any attractive woman – but with Tamar Johnson, who had been a heroine admired at a distance when I had been a coltish young teenager making my ascent through local running teams and county championships. I wanted her now in ways that I had never dreamed of then, and I could not resist the fascinating allure of her firm ripe bust. Reaching behind her – a motion that brought me so wonderfully close that my naked tits brushed against the fabric of her bra-cups – I unclasped her backband and peeled the pretty lingerie away from her chest. Then I stooped forwards and brought my lips to each of her nipples in turn, kissing and licking around the aureole and then sucking the tit between my lips. To my delight, this produced an audible gasp of arousal, and Tamar lifted her breasts with her own hands, thrusting them into my devouring mouth. I spent a moment sucking on each in turn, worshipping at the altar of mature femininity, before the light pressure of her fingertips on my shoulders eased us apart.

‘Mmmm, nice’, she murmured; ‘do the rest, babe, undress the rest of me!’

With her hands planted on her hips, Tamar was a vividly arresting vision – nude from the waist up, but so sexily attired below with her sharply-tailored pencil skirt and shiny black leather boots. She looked so sexually-charged that my breath caught in my throat, and my fingers trembled with anticipation as I fumbled at the fastening of her skirt. At last, the button came loose and I jerked the side-zip downwards, so that the skirt peeled apart at her waist sufficiently that it could be pulled down over her powerful hips and thighs. I have to say that she looked even more magnificently amazonian when reduced to just the boots and a tiny pair of thong panties, lacy and light blue in a matching set with her bra.

Released from the restriction of her tight skirt, Tamar shifted her stance to place her feet about a yard apart. Then she hooked a finger around the miniscule gusset of the thong and yanked it aside, exposing herself to me once again.

‘Do you want it, bitch? Do you, yeah?’ she said, as I stared transfixed at her pussy. ‘Well then’, she continued, ‘actions speak louder than words – so show me, babe, show me right now!’

I almost collapsed onto my knees, sinking down in front of her with hot lust raging through my young body. My eyes were riveted on the sweet prize of her parted slit, and I leaned forwards to place a series of delicate but probing kisses along its length, teasing my tongue into the crevasse and for the first time experiencing the musky aroma and the texture and taste of another aroused female. ‘God, it’s good, so good’, I thought to myself with amazement, ‘I don’t care how I got here, I’m here now – this is what I want!’

I took a grip of the narrow waistband of her panties and rolled them down her thighs, over the top of her boots and then descending their smooth leather length to her ankles, after which Tamar lifted each foot and I quickly removed the skimpy garment. I don’t think that I had even a momentary hesitation before my mouth latched onto her cunt like a vacuum cleaner, sucking her juices and probing my tongue deep into her feminine folds. Tamar began to gasp and then to grunt, and she gripped my head in her hands and ground her pussy against me until her hips jerked in the spasm of her orgasm, and her cunny-juice sluiced across my cheeks and chin in a sudden sweet-and-sour shower.

The imposing older athlete took a few seconds to recover her breath, and then she gestured towards the bed.

‘On your back, bitch – and spread!’ she commanded.

I scrambled to obey, and lay there, admiring the powerfully erotic sight of Tamar in nothing but her black boots, their outdoor smartness all the more emphasising our indoor nudity. My mistress knelt between my legs for a moment, running her hand over my cunt and then licking it, but this was just a preliminary. After a moment, she swung around into what I knew – from theory, never before from reality – to be the 69 position. She positioned her knees at either side of my shoulders and then lowered her pussy onto my face, whilst her own mouth descended again upon my vagina, her fingers teasing my labia apart so that her agile tongue could delve deeply into me.

Soon I was moaning incoherently, but my voice was muffled by the fact that I was eating her out as avidly as she was devouring me. I wrapped my hands around her waist, pressing her pelvis down upon me so that I was almost smothered, and lashed my tongue around her gash. I soon found her clit and concentrated upon that, making her whole body tremble as I sucked and nibbled upon her nub. As she felt her climax coming, Tamar lifted her head from between my legs and gave a shuddering moan, driving her cunt back down against me. However, she was too experienced a lesbian to let herself get swept away entirely, and she gripped one of my legs with one hand and speared two long fingers of the other into my hole like a battering ram, slamming in and out of me. Her timing was close to perfect, and we gave the broken plaintive cry of orgasm nearly in unison, although she was fractionally ahead of me.

With a satisfied sigh, Tamar rolled over to lie on her back beside me. Without even thinking about it, I cuddled up next to her and nestled in her enfolding arms, with my cheek pillowed against the side of her soft breast. I was amazed at how my world had changed so suddenly and so completely, and how I could feel so quickly so contented, so secure, so – there was no other word for it – so grounded. It was as if I had at last got in touch with my real self, had understood at a deep level what I needed to be happy, and – most of all – had accepted the truth. I knew with profound certainty that this was not that I was bisexual, for that word just didn’t fit, it didn’t feel right or comfortable at all, and instinctively I shied away from it. No, I thought with a swift luxuriating flush of happiness, as if my unconscious self had been allowed in from the cold and like a cat (mmmm, a pussy cat, at that!) was stretching and purring in pleasure in front of a warm hearth fire, no – I’m a lesbian. I’m a girl-loving-lover-girl, a woman-wanter, a cunt-caressing, labia-licking, slit-sucking, dildo-drilling sapphic slut – I’m a lesbian, and I love it!

Tamar was somehow on my wavelength, for as these astonishing self-revelations flooded through my mind and sent salacious tingles through my body, she stirred, holding me closer and stroking my hair and shoulders, and murmured:

‘I meant what I said, you know … when we got here, I mean.’

‘Oh, yeah?’ I teased in reply, ‘what was that then … about me being hot and sexy?’

‘Well, yes, that! … you sure are … but, I mean about your running, your talent. I know you didn’t run a sensible race in the final, not like you usually do – you’re good at tactics, and seeing the right moment to make a move – but I’ll admit it, I goaded you, quite deliberately. I’d been hoping for a chance to get to know you – well, to seduce you, of course – but our paths didn’t seem to cross as much as I’d hoped, and you were always rather shy and reserved, so I took the chance today to stir you up a bit – and then when you offered that bet, wow! it was almost too good to be true!’

Tamar chuckled, and then turned slightly so that she was looking into my eyes. More soberly, she continued:

‘But it was more than that – I needed that too, I needed the motivation to do my best, and I needed the challenge from running against someone really good, someone I’d need to pull out everything to beat. And, you know, I wasn’t really sure that I could – you’re strong, you little bitch, and you’re fierce, and even running the daft way that you did, right to the end you nearly held me off – I only just made it. Anyway, apart from thanking you for helping me qualify for a place in the Olympic squad – and, believe me, I am so happy about that, as this’ll be my last one – it made me realise I really need a training partner, that training here on my own, it’s just not challenging enough, I’m doing fine physically but I’m not honing my competitive edge, I’m not training psychologically. It would have to be someone first-class, someone I could never take for granted and have to try my best every time we run … so … mmm ….’

She stopped and looked at me with a sudden shyness, a vulnerability that allowed me to see the young woman inside the accomplished athlete, and then she popped the question, the real question:

‘… well … would you consider it? Would you be interested in the idea? It could really benefit both of us, you know, and we’re going to be in the squad together. You’d be welcome to use all the facilities that I’ve got here, we would share them, and there’s a spare room you could use if you ever needed to stay over … or, of course, we can use somewhere else, a gym and a club track, if you’re more comfortable with that.’ Tamar paused, and then concluded with a strange wistfulness: ‘Anyway, would you think it over … us being training partners?’

The new me didn’t need to think about it for a moment, but there was one thing that I wanted to make quite clear, and I replied:

‘I would love that, if we were partners … I mean partners, really partners, not just for training, for everything. If you want that, I’ll move in tomorrow, and – you goose! – I don’t need your spare room! This is where I want to be, this is my bed now … isn’t it?’

Tamar looked at once so shocked and so happy, like someone who had just won the jackpot in the lottery with the only ticket they had ever bought. We were both so delirious, our hearts so full of promise and love, our cunts creaming with our juices and trembling with desire, that with sudden fervour, as tears of joy streamed down our faces, I rolled on top of her, sliding between her suddenly parting thighs, and we mashed our pussies together. Tamar gave a vibrating moan, releasing months of tension and unrequited longing, and she clutched my sweet ass in both hands as we ground our vaginas against each other, until with a simultaneous shriek we both climaxed, blessing our new life together in a fountaining spray of cunt-juice.

I slumped on top of her, as we both gasped in the aftermath of orgasm – my best one ever, and later she told me it had been the same for her. After a few moments, catching my breath, I settled at her side again – where I want to be, now and always. Tamar looked down at me with affection shining in her eyes, and then she reached down and took my hand. Lifting it to her lips, she kissed it softly once and then placed it between her thighs with my fingers paralleling her slit.

‘Whatever you like …’, she murmured with a satisfied smile, and so of course I had to show her what I now did like: uninhibited lesbian fucking with fingers, tongue and then pussy itself!

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Bree and Trina at it again.

Bree nearly fell to the floor from the shock of being pulled from her reading and her thoughts. She turned quickly to see Trina standing there the few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip started to quiver and her hands were balled into fists so tight her knuckles were white. She wanted to go to her but was afraid Trina would hit her. Bree opened her mouth to say something, anything that would fix the situation but before she could Trina turned and ran.

She wanted to go after her or call her name but every part of her body felt frozen solid. She listened to the sound of soft sobs and Trina’s feet descending the stairs. Then came the sound of the front door slaming closed.

Bree shook herself out of this frozen state of shock and ran to her sister’s window. She watched as Trina made a wild dash into dense trees of the woods behind their home. Good god what had she just done? She glanced down one final time at the diary she was squeezing tightly in her hands. At the botton of the page she read the words that sent a chill like ice water through her soul…

“I couldn’t bear it if someone found out this dark secret of mine. I would rather die…”

Trina

Bree grabbed her cell phone and called her sister’s number. She heard the ringer going off somewhere downstairs. She ran from the room and found her sisters phone laying on the stairs about halfway to the main level. She must have dropped it as she ran down the stairs. She hadn’t even stopped to pick it up. It showed her just how upset her sister must be… the idea of a teenage girl without her cell phone at her side in this day and age was unheard of.

Shit… would she really harm herself in any way? Bree really didn’t think so but who knows in a situation like this. As if anyone had ever been in a fucking situation like this she thought. This had to be unprecedented right? The shame her sister had felt in all of those entries. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light… all because of her. She had to fix this but first she had to find Trina.

Bree ran down the stairs and slipped on a pair of shoes. She started running for the woods before she even thought about where her sister might have gone. Her mind was racing as her feet pounded the soft earth below. She let her eyes scan everywhere as she ran hoping to get a glimpse of her fleeing twin. She tripped twice on fallen branches but picked herself up with speed that should have amazed her. She didn’t bother to wipe the small sticks and dirt that clung to her arms and clothing away.

She finally took a second to catch her breath and try to clear her mind. Where the hell would she go? Their parent’s owned alot of land out here. She really had no idea how much but it had always seemed to Bree to stretch for miles. She tried to think of all the places she could hide but there were no old shacks, buildings or even a damn tree house. Maybe someplace where they had played as children. Her mind finally clicked on a spot that seemed reasonable.

When they were about 12 and still got along they would play in a cave about a mile from their house. They would spend hours in there pretending they were wives to handsome men who were at work. They would make pies out of mud to feed their imaginary men when they would return. Imaginary parties were planned and imaginary children were raised there. Sometimes they just yelled new dirty words they had learned at school to hear the echo bounce off the walls and then they’d burst into giggle fits.

Trina had to be there! Bree turned in the direction of the cave and began running again. Now with a destination firm in her mind she paid more attention to where her feet were going. Her heart was screaming at her to stop running and rest but she still had over half a mile to go. She tried to block out her pounding heart’s pleas by thinking of what she’d say to Trina when she finally found her. Sadly her mind couldn’t form words or thoughts so her focus returned to her feet as they pounded along the old path to the cave.

Bree finally made it to the entrance of it a few minutes later. She stood outside for a few seconds and tried to catch her breath. During her frantic pursuit she had realized that it had started to rain. Her clothes clung tightly to her body as she leaned against the branch of an old oak that they used to pretend was a horse as kids. She listened carefully and could hear soft sobs coming from inside the cave and knew she had been right about where her sister would go. Bree took one long deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and went inside…

Trina sat in a dark corner of the small cave but there was enough light coming through that Bree could see she had her face buried in her hands. A beam of sun settled directly on her form causing her sister to glow like and angel. “Trina” she whispered softly.

Trina looked up and Bree could see her mascara had run down her cheeks and some was dripping from her chin. “Oh god please go away” Trina said quietly.

“Trina I’m so sorry… I was looking for some clothes and I….”

“I don’t care what you were doing. I don’t care what you read or what you think. I just want you gone and out of my life” Trina said her voice rising. Her fists were balled up again and her face was red with anger and embarrassment.

Bree knew she didn’t mean it but the words still stung. She walked to where her sister sat shivering in the dark cave. She could see that she was soaked from the rain as well. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and her clothes were plastered to her body. Trina sat there quietly and ingnored Bree’s presence. She decided to take her chances and sit down beside Trina even though she figured she would probably get hit.

Bree scooted close and put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Dont touch me” Trina whispered as she looked up into Bree’s eyes.
She removed her hand and stared back at her sister. She held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down at the cave floor below.

“I… I always thought you hated me” Bree finally said.

“I do hate you” Trina answered unconvincinly.

“We both know you don’t mean that… I’m glad… I’m glad I found your diary Trina”.

“What? I’m not! You invaded my privacy. You clearly read things that nobody was ever supposed to know. You ruined my life” Trina whispered the last line defeated. Her body shook as she fought down another sob.

“We can’t let anyone find out” Bree said quietly placing her hand on her sister’s thigh.

“Well no shit. It’s bad enough you know. If anyone else knew I’d be ruined” Trina said barely holding back from screaming the words. She was looking at Bree as if she had just said the dumbest thing ever.

“Not about that…” Bree whispered as she moved a little closer.

“Then wha…” Trina’s words were cut short as Bree’s hand cupped her face and pulled her in close till their lips met. Trina tried to push her away out of shock but Bree held her firm against her until the shock faded and desire replaced it.

Bree’s lips parted and her tongue soon found her sister’s, eager for her’s as well. Bree felt her sister’s hend move behind her head as she pulled her closer until the kiss was almost painful. Trina’s teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and a soft moan escaped from deep inside Bree. Her body felt like it was awash in flames that burned hotter the longer the kiss went on.

Months of confused feelings and desire poured out of Trina through the kiss. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder.

“Are you really sure about this Bree” Trina asked quietly.

“No but yes at the same time” she took Trina’s hand and their eyes again met. “I know it’s crazy and probably wrong in several ways but I can’t ignore what I felt when I read your words. I’m just as confused as you were when you started writing in your diary about me and what you were feeling.”

“Do you need more time to think things through then?” Trina asked.
“Yeah… I mean obviously I want something but its probably best if I have at least a little time to think about everything. Especially considering whats at stake if I find that what I’m feeling is just a phase that’ll pass. You’ve had these feelings for months now and you’ve had time to analyze everything you’ve been feeling. This… well. This is all new to me”

Trina looked disappointed but understanding. “Ok… but you’ll let me know right? No matter what you decide?”

“Of course I will.” Bree said.

The two sister’s laid on the floor of the cave and held each other close as they listened to the storm outside. The rain had picked up and the wind had soon followed. It came down in heavy sheets that the wind blew towards the entrance of the cave. No words were spoken between the them. None were needed. They just laid there and listened to the screaming wind, falling rain and thier pounding hearts.

Nearly an hour passed since they shared their first kiss when the rain finally stopped and the last rays of daylight flickered over the horizon. Bree stood and helped her sister to her feet and they emereged from the cave hand in hand. Although they knew nobody would be around for miles they still released their hold on one another once outside. Together they made their way back to the house. Still nothing was said as they walked side by side. They shared nervous glances at each other from time to time though.

Bree’s mind bounced thoughts around as she walked. She had never really had many sexual feelings before. At least not towards another person. She had watched porn yeah and masturbated plenty of times but she had never actually met anyone that had turned her on. Now here she was feeling this way about her sister of all people. Her identical twin sister in fact. Did that mean she was attracted to herself in some way? The idea sounded ridiculous when she thought of it like that. She was feeling so many emotions that it made it hard to walk. Confusion, curiosity and desire consumed her as they continued on together.

Fifteen minutes later they entered their parent’s home and headed up the stairs together. Bree was about to open her bedroom door and go inside when Trina placed a hand on her arm and stopped her. “Do you think…” she paused searching for the right words. “You know if… you decide you don’t want to. That all of this and everything that happened back at the cave was all a mistake. Well do you think you will still be ok being around me?” Trina asked.

“Of course I will. You’re my sister. I’ll love you no matter what.” She laughed a little and added “I loved you even when I thought you hated me. This would be nothing.”
Trina wrapped her arms around Bree and squeezed so tight she could barely breathe. Bree could feel her sister’s relief in the hug. Then Trina leaned in and kissed Bree lightly on the cheek and went to her room. Bree watched her walk away trying not to focus solely on the way her wet clothes still clung to her skin. Trina turned and gave her a brief smile then went into her room and gently closed the door behind her.

Bree stood outside her door for a second before she turned the knob and opened her it. Her computer screen glowed in the corner of her dark room. She flipped on the light switch as she closed the door behind her. It had only been a few hours before that her incident with Brad had consumed her every thought and now the whole thing seemed irrelevant compared to the recent events.

She walked over to her computer and stared at the screen for a moment. Her character stood on a small hill staring off into nothingness. Bree reached out and shut the screen off. She was about to head to her bed when she turned back to the computer. Bree leaned down and looked at her Web Cam. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss at the camera before reaching out and turning it to face the wall.

“Bitch” she heard Trina scream from her room and the two burst out laughing together.

Once in bed Bree laid there trying to shut off the thoughts that ran circles in her mind. She kept replaying everything that had happened throughout this crazy day. Her encounter with Brad that sparked the events that had seemingly changed her life. The feeling she had when she slipped into her sister’s panties. She no longer ignored the meaning behind it. She had known then that her thoughts of being aroused had nothing to do with how the sexy panties had made her feel about herself. Now she was willing to accept the fact that it was Trina that excited her. Her mind then went to the words she had read in her sister’s diary and pleasure ran though her body.

As she lay there she shimmied out of her pajamas and let her hands explore her soft naked flesh. Her nipples burned with sensitivity as she ran her finger tips over them. She let her other hand slip down between her legs and found herself wet with excitement and anticipation. This had all been building for hours now and as her mind ran through her sister’s words Bree’s orgasm was close to say the least.

She let her thoughts focus on the last entry she had read before Trina had entered the room. She moved her finger inside herself as her thoughts went to her sister mirroring her every move. Bree’s orgasm built as her finger began running tight circles around her clit. Her hips started to buck up and down and her breathing picked up speed. She shoved her face in her pillow as her orgasm burst through her body like race horses released from the gates. She thrashed in her bed and her back arched as the explosion of pleasure consumed all of her body.

When it finally passed she laid very still and silent. She waited for feelings of revulsion at what she had just done and the thoughts that had been running through her mind to come pouring in and rain on her parade. Yet nothing happened. She didn’t feel disgust at herself. The only thought that ran through her mind was what this might have been like had she experienced it with Trina instead of alone.

Bree suddenly heard her phone buzz and reached for it on the nightstand. She opened it and saw it held a message from Trina. Her breathing picked up again and she wondered what the message held. She opened it and immediately started laughing. It held one single word that told her Trina knew exactly what she had been doing only moments before.

She looked at it again “bitch” stared back at her. She sent back a little kissy face in return and then let sleep take hold of her…

End of Part 2

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