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A Fox in the Hen House

Margot was fooling around on me again. I was certain of it. I could see it in her eyes, the way she walked. I could smell it on her, almost. She didn’t say anything. Of course she didn’t, she didn’t have to. I knew.

My job may not pay all that great, but it comes with a few fringe benefits, and at least the hours are flexible. I cut out of work early, parked just down the street from the house, and waited. My iPod was set on repeat, dialed into the Violent Femmes Blister in the Sun over and over again. I slapped out the bass line on the steering wheel.

I didn’t have to wait very long.

He was young, almost painfully young. Was he even shaving yet? I started shaving at age fifteen, the year I lost my virginity. Oh, Margot, you’re breaking my heart! Just how young was this one?

He might actually have been eighteen; in truth I’m really lousy at judging that sort of thing. The kid was skinny, with a high forehead, a delicate, aristocratic nose, and fine sandy-blonde hair. He was wearing crisply creased blue jeans and a white button-down shirt that was not tucked in at the waist. There was a folded-up tie hanging out of his back pocket. He walked with a swagger and panache that screamed out loud to the world “I just got some!” He was practically glowing. I figured he’d just been on the receiving end of one of Margot’s legendary extended-play blowjobs.

Margot teaches English, high school English. It wasn’t hard to figure out what was going on here. Oh Margot, you naughty, naughty, naughty girl!

I sat on the information for a couple days, let it stew, let it simmer. A week went by.

On Friday I left work early, and swung by the bar. I sat near the window and slowly drank a beer and picked at my chili-cheese fries and watched the pretty girls go by in their short, short skirts, and wished I had a smoke. When I finished my beer, I left the fries to congeal, paid, and drove home.

I left the car parked up the street and walked the last little bit. All was quiet and still. The front door was unlocked. I slipped on inside.

Once in, I could hear the noises coming from the bedroom. I winced as the squeaky spot in the floor creaked treacherously under my boots, but I needn’t have worried. They were oblivious.

He was sitting, stark naked on the side of the bed, facing away from me. Margot was still wearing her little black summer dress with the white polka dots on it, but it was gathered up around her waist, and her large, pale boobs were spilling out the top. She was sprawled out across the bed, and she was working on engulfing his dick with her pretty little mouth, plump lips freshly painted with hotrod-red lipstick.

As I watched, she let his wet dick pop out from between her pretty lips. She attacked his penis with her agile tongue, licking at it as if it was a big fat ice-cream sundae with a sweet red candy cherry on top.

He had a pretty big dick too, for a skinny young kid. I focused on that nearly hairless, neatly circumcised dick, savored the pleasure it must be radiating throughout his nervous system as Margot did her thing. He really was skinny; there was just no meat on him, no fat, no muscle to speak of. It was as if someone had draped a sheer sheet over an anatomy-class skeleton. And then given it a big fat boner. And a plump set of balls. There was a wispy patch of pubic hair just above his bobbing cock, the same color as the hair on his head, but he had no other body hair that I could see. Somehow he reminded me of a bird, some kind of stork or a heron maybe. He was jerking off now, pointing his dick like a loaded gun right at Margot’s big bouncing breasts.

Margot took the opportunity to squirm out of her dress. If she had been wearing a bra, it was already long gone, her nipples pinkly excited in the afternoon air. She was wearing a tiny black pair of panties that disappeared up the crack of her ass, and that I had never seen before. Perhaps she had bought them special, just for the occasion.

Nearly naked now, on her hands and knees on the bed with her boobs hanging pendulously down, Margot went back to devouring her young friend, who made raspy guttural noises as she ate him alive.

I stepped full into the room, clearing my throat with a loud phlegm-ridden cough that seemed to echo off the walls. Margot’s head popped up like a sprung jack-in-the-box, her face the perfect picture of shock and surprise.

I addressed the kid: “You know there’s only two ways out of this house.” It was true; there was the front door and the back door. I suppose if someone were desperate, he could jump out a window, it’s only a one-story ranch, but lets not get technical.

The kid stammered at me, his big wet cock bobbing comically. His mouth moved, but no words came out. I could see the fear in his big, round eyes.

I could see why he might be intimidated. He was naked, I was fully dressed. He was the interloper, I was the aggrieved husband. He was young and skinny, I was old and big.

It’s not that I’m actually a really big guy; I just seem to give off the impression of bigness. I’ve been lifting weights since I was in high school, when I got sick of getting beaten up for being a wimpy white boy; and I have a lot of tattoos. I was wearing black jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I smiled. That didn’t seem to reassure him.

“She sucks dick pretty good, huh?” No answer. “You like having your dick sucked, huh?” No answer. “You like sucking dick then? Huh?” Still no answer. I gave him a shove right between his shoulder blades, and he went sprawling onto the floor. “Maybe you oughta try sucking my dick, boy.”

My cock, which had felt plump and semi-swollen all day long, was by now good and hard, an angry bull cooped up in its pen, just waiting for that cowboy to saddle up. I opened up my zipper and released the beast.

He looked over to Margot, but she had no help to offer. He looked up at me, but I gave nothing away. Hesitantly, unsure of himself, he opened up his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gingerly licked the underside of my cock. You’d think he was being forced to sample a piss-flavored popsicle.

“Oh no,” I said, “I don’t let just anyone suck my dick. You gotta beg me for permission first.” I slapped him across the cheek with my erection: once, twice, three times, again and again.

“Please sir,” he finally said, his voice trembling, “Please let me suck your cock. I’ll do a good job, I promise. Please let me take it in my mouth.”

“Well,” I said, “Since you ask so nicely, open wide.” I took a big handful of his hair, and crammed his face down on my waiting dick. “Watch those teeth, pretty boy.”

I rather enjoyed fucking his face. Margot seemed to enjoy it too. As her little boyfriend choked and gargled on my cock, struggling to get air down his windpipe, terrified of pissing me off further by catching his teeth on my dick, she lounged back on the bed, sliding her skimpy black panties down her legs and letting her fingers do the walking.

He obviously wasn’t any kind of cock sucker. The kid had no technique. It made me feel like slapping him around just on principal. Still and all, it felt good.  I could have come that way, just grabbed the back of his head and fucked the shit out of his face; but I chose not to.

I pushed him roughly away, and he fell gasping and retching onto the floor, his big dick still incongruously hard.

“Wanna eat some pussy?” Margot’s legs were spread wide apart, and her pussy was pouting open, pink and excited. “You wanna lick some of that purdy, juicy twat?” I took a fistful of his fine, thin hair and dragged him bodily up onto the bed, shoving him in between Margot’s strong, curvaceous thighs.

With my hand firmly gripping the back of his head, I ground his face into Margot’s crotch, not particularly caring whether he could breathe or not. I mashed him into her muff, as if his head was a sponge, and I was trying to mop up a particularly stubborn stain.

It probably wasn’t ideal, as far as cunnilingus technique goes, but Margot seemed pretty into it, lounging happily on the bed and humping back against his face, wiggling her hips and straining to stimulate her clit against him. I finally released him, and he fell down on the bed, coughing and sputtering.

His dick looked harder than ever. It looked like it might have even grown another half-inch or so. It arched rigidly up and out from his wispy, blondish crotch like a pre-stressed steel girder. The head looked like a deliciously ripe, big juicy raspberry. If he got any harder, he might just pop.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” He just looked dumbly up at me, his dick practically glowing cherry red and drooling. “You wanna slide your dick up that hot, juicy, wet pussy, don’t you?” Margot had her legs spread acrobatically wide, and was busy parting her thick and meaty labia with two fingers while idly playing with her clit. “Well, go right ahead… I ain’t stoppin’ you.”

With a nervous look over his shoulder at me, Kid shuffled in between Margot’s wide apart thighs. Holding his oversized penis in both hands, he carefully took aim, and gingerly nudged himself into Margot’s eagerly waiting pussy-hole.

It was just within the bounds of possibility that he was an actual, bona fide virgin.

There was a satisfied-sounding sigh as he entered her. I’m not sure if it came from him, or from her, or both.

“Don’t you DARE come inside her,” I warned as he feverishly started humping her cunt. Margot’s legs wrapped around the small of his back, pulling him deeper inside. He had a cute, pale little ass, that reminded me of a white peach, and his fat fuzzy balls jiggled pleasantly.

They were both making a lot of noise as they fucked. It was pretty hot. I spit on my index finger and slid it between his butt cheeks, pressing up against his tight little anus. He whined, but didn’t stop what he was doing.

I shoved my finger up his ass. It was hot, and impossibly tight. Definitely a virgin, to this, at least. His asshole locked down hard on my finger, clenching like a fist. He froze, and underneath him, Margot wriggled and squirmed, pleasuring herself shamelessly on that big, hard cock of his.

I started finger-fucking his asshole, and he slowly relaxed a little, enough so that my finger could slide in and out. He resumed humping Margot’s pussy. His thrusts moved in time with my invading finger. It was like I was fucking her with a giant, hot-blooded finger puppet. It was actually quite hot, and my own dick was really hard now, obnoxiously hard and horny.

The kid’s breathing changing, becoming faster and more raspy; and his fucking started to change too. He was fucking in and out of Margot at an ever-increasing tempo, humping her like a horny little dog. I knew what was coming.

I slapped his plump balls. Not hard– well, not hard enough to do any damage– but definitely hard enough to get his attention. “DON’T!” I barked, “Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Don’t stop!” Margot whined from under him, “Don’t let him stop, I’m almost there!”

I kept my finger up his ass and maintained a firm grip on his balls as he fucked Margot to an epic orgasm, the kind that rattles the china and sets off car alarms. Her body thrashed and spasmed under him. Every time I thought he might be close to sliding over the edge himself, I gave his nuts a quick squeeze.

Finally she was done, flushed and sweaty and satisfied. She pushed him away, and I extracted my finger from his bum.

“I bet you wanna come,” I said, “I bet you want it real bad.” I was already rolling the condom down my engorged, aching cock.

We maneuvered him onto all fours on the bed, his dick hanging thickly straight down like a pendulum. He whimpered a little bit, like a frightened puppy. It was cute.

I stuck my tongue up his asshole for a little while, which he didn’t seem to mind one bit. He tasted fresh and sweet and clean, kind of reminded me of apricots. I licked his ball sac all over while Margot fed him her pussy juice from her fingers. She was masturbating all over again.

And then I shoved my cock up his ass. The way he howled as my cock penetrated him made all my arm hair stand up. I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t in a particularly gentle mood. His sphincter clenched right down on my dick, like a choke collar, impossibly tight.

“Fuck my cock!” I ordered, “Fuck my cock, goddamnit! If you want to come, then fuck my goddamn cock!”

Slowly, gingerly, he started sliding himself back and forth on my dick, in and out. As he moved, Margot reached underneath him and traced her fingertip up and down the length of his erection. If he ever stopped moving, so did she. It was exquisite.

Slowly, inexorably, his body started to unclench, and as he got more and more excited, he moved more and more vigorously back and forth on my dick. I was pretty much in heaven, impaled on this skinny kid whose tight little ass was moving on my cock like a tilt-a-whirl. Margot was full-on jerking him off now, and he was moaning something fierce, humping at her hand and sliding my dick all the way in and almost all the way out his butt hole in the process.

He came with a shout, arching his back and spasming, squirting gobs and gobs of pearly-white come all over the sheets. His orgasm set me off, and I abandoned all restraint, grabbing him by the shoulders and pounding his asshole, fucking him hard and fast, pounding him down into the sticky mess he had made on the sheets. He took the pummeling almost silently, but I could feel his body straining underneath me, his anus clenching and unclenching on me like the hand of a drowning man. I fucked him hard, fast, and deep until I came with a roar, filling up the condom with my own semen. I collapsed on top of him, still lodged in his anus, breathing hard.

I watched Margot finger herself to another quivering orgasm.

Finally I rolled off the kid, extracting my dick and throwing away the spent condom. I tossed him his wadded-up clothing. Perspiration was beaded up and running down his hairless, concave, avian chest. His dick was still half-hard and drooling slightly.

“Get the hell outta here.” I growled, and he slowly walked naked out of the bedroom and out of the house, like a shell-shocked soldier emerging from the trenches, or the lone survivor staggering out of a massive train wreck. The last I saw of him he was out on the front lawn, awkwardly pulling his trousers on.

After he was gone, I flipped Margot over my knee and spanked her big round ass until it was beet red and covered with finger-shaped welts. I spanked her until my hands stung, just for being such a naughty little slut.

Later on, we were sitting on the back porch, drinking chardonnay. Margot was still glowing.

“I think,” she said, sipping her wine, “I think that was the best one we’ve ever done.”

I whole-heartedly agreed.

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Fit the First: The Landing

Carroll rang my phone right at 7:00. Alice, my girlfriend at the time, gave me a look and raised one eyebrow. I guess she hadn’t thought Carroll would actually show. Well, she had thought wrong. Carroll always keeps her appointments. I buzzed her in, and we waited, jittery with tension, as she climbed the six flights to our tiny little apartment.

Alice and I had been dating for nearly eighteen months at the time, a personal record for me, and we’d been cohabitating for a year. It hadn’t been going so great lately. I was starting to feel a little stagnant, a little claustrophobic. Worse yet, Alice was showing signs of getting bored. And then I got the crush.

I told her about Carroll right away; I’m not the kind of guy who’s able to hold stuff like that back. Alice thought it was cute. Alice was the one who suggested inviting her over.

Carroll was a freelancer, a tech, a hired gun. We met at work, and right away we had this very intense instant chemistry. It was like there was an electrical charge passing between us, an electromagnetic attraction. She had milk-chocolate skin, short tidy dreads, and full, plump lips. Her figure was largely hidden under the baggy grey jumpsuit that she always wore to work. She was strong as hell, with ropey muscles that twisted and bulged in her forearms as she worked

She did her thing, troubleshooting an errant control cabinet, while I watched and supervised. It was hot up there on the catwalk, and we were both perspiring freely. I stood a little closer to her than strictly necessary. When I handed her a tool, our hands touched, and I felt a spark that made my dick jump and swell in my pants.

We bantered as she worked, dancing around and eventually gravitating toward the subject of sex, a rapidly decaying orbit of declining decorum. She told me a story about a friend of hers in college who had once shoved a whole avocado up her twat, walked around all day with it inside her, and then made guacamole for her roommates. My dick felt heavy and thick. I bet she had a really nice body inside that baggy jumpsuit.

When I got home and told Alice that I thought this girl at work was interested in me, she grinned. “What did she have to do, flash you her tits? She must have been hitting on you pretty hard!” It’s true, I’m usually really clueless that way. Back when Alice and I first got together, she had to force me to take her phone number.

The next day, elbows-deep in a box full of crossed wires and circuitry, I asked Carroll if she’d like to come over and hang out after work. She came up from inside the tangle of wiring, gave me a look.

“Up was wired to down and down up,” she said, screwdriver dangling idly from one hand, “I thought you had a girlfriend?”

“I do,” I said, “She’ll be there too.”

I told her to be there at seven. I told her to call my cell when she got to the front door; the intercom was broken. I told her I was looking forward to seeing her outside of work, and she grinned.

Fixing the damn cabinet took us the rest of the day.

Carroll knocked, and I opened to door for her. I wouldn’t have recognized her if I’d seen her on the street; but then again I wouldn’t have been looking at her face.

She was wearing white short-shorts that stopped just shy of her crotch, and showed off her long, thick, brown legs. Her midriff was bare, her navel exposed, and she had on a floral halter top that was for all intents and purposes transparent. It was clear that she had nothing on underneath it; her nipples stuck out like a pair of thumbs. Her breasts were a lot bigger than I would have thought, and appeared to be self-supporting.

Carroll smiled, somewhere between sheepish and sardonic. “Can I come in?” she asked. The question was clearly directed to Alice, standing behind my left shoulder.

“Of course,” Alice said, “Come on in.”

The door shut behind her, and there we three were, cheek to cheek to cheek. My apartment is small, too small for two people really. It is just one room, with a barely separate bathroom and a tiny kitchen squeezed in. With three people inside, it was like a crowded elevator. I had an erection that was probably visibly from space. Carroll’s boob kept brushing up against my arm.

The girls sized each other up like a pair of cats.

“Do you guys want to go out?” Alice asked, “Or just stay in?”

“Oh, stay in,” Carroll said, “Definitely stay in.”

We drank a lot of wine that night. Carroll produced some high-quality pot, and we all got stoned. I hadn’t been stoned in years. We all ended up on the bed together; there was really nowhere else to be.

It was really late, and I was dizzy and yawning, and my eyes kept drifting shut. I for one had to work in the morning.

“I wanna watch you two fuck.” Carroll declared. That woke me right up.

“Ok,” Alice said, “No problemo.” She was already pulling her shirt off over her head.

My dick, which had started off the night edgily swollen and twitchy, had slowly lapsed into a flaccid state of dormancy as it got later and I got more and more sleepy. Suddenly I was hard again, ragingly, eagerly hard, my erection making a highly visibly lump in the front of my pants.

Any misgivings I may have had about getting naked in front of Carroll were effectively swept aside as Alice tossed her bra aside, and barely suppressing a fit of giggles, went to work on fishing my cock out of my pants.

What proceeded was kind of an awkward dance, like a hobbled game of Twister. We didn’t usually undress each other; usually we showered and got naked and got into bed before getting it on; plus we were both a little drunk and high. The end result found Alice naked, and me nude from the waist down, the pair of us kneeling chest-to-chest on the center of my bed, kissing hard and groping shamelessly.

Carroll migrated to the top of my dresser, sweeping aside a stack of folded towels, sitting cross-legged, enjoying the view, perched up there like a Cheshire Cat, grinning hungrily.

Alice’s not-so-small boobs were pressed against the sweat-damp material of my t-shirt, and her hand was wrapped around the almost painfully hard shaft of my cock.

“This is SO hot!” she whispered in my ear, before traversing her way down my body, grabbing my butt with both hands, and swallowing me whole.

It was hot. Both of us were more turned on than we had been in months and months. Alice’s head bobbed up and down on my dick. Her mouth felt amazing. I couldn’t think of the last time she’d given me a blowjob. I reached around her rump, feeling her up; her pussy was slick and sticky wet.

Carroll had discarded her top. Her boobs were big and round, like a pair of cantaloupes. The areolae were huge and brown, and her nipples stuck out excitedly. There was a thick white scar that ran down the left breast, just missing the areola, and traced its meandering way along her sternum. As I watched, Carroll unfolded her legs and slid her short shorts down, gathering them up around her knees. She was wearing black mesh underwear, and I could see her fat, puffy slit through the sheer material. She slipped her hand down the front of her panties and leaned back against the wall, pinching one large nipple with her free hand.

I was humping back against Alice, fucking her face, my balls swinging lewdly. At last she popped up, panting like she’d just ran a foot race, her eyes wide and sparkling.

“Fuck me,” she said, “Fuck me now. Do it to me, do it hard and fast!”

We reconfigured ourselves so that we were facing Carroll, with Alice on all fours and me behind her. That wasn’t a position we used very often, but it gave us both a great view of what Carroll was doing perched atop the dresser.

We hadn’t used condoms since early on in the dating phase of our relationship. I slid my cock straight up Alice’s pussy. She was shockingly hot, and wetter than I’d ever felt her. Her pussy was hungry for my cock, she seemed to grasp and milk me.

“Fuck me!” she hissed, “Fuck me hard!”

I complied. We fucked hard and we fucked loud. The harder I thrust into Alice, the harder she thrust back, and the more noise she made. Carroll’s fingers were busy inside her panties as we screwed in front of her. Alice’s breasts were swinging, her ass was jiggling, and her head was thrown back as she groaned and whined in unintelligible ecstasy. It felt like heaven: wet, hot, slippery bliss.

It didn’t take long. I was overexcited, and I wasn’t holding anything back. The more noise Alice made, the harder I fucked her, and the harder I fucked, the more noise she made. My balls clenched up, my toes curled, my spine went rigid, and with a shout I buried myself in her juicy pussy one last time, smashing my crotch against her ass, and I came, shooting what felt like buckets and buckets of come into her pussy.

Alice came at almost the same instant, her hand between her thighs, squeezing my dick, rubbing me up and down her sopping pussy, her head upturned, eyes glued on Carroll.

We watched together as Carroll finally got off in a protracted, gasping series of jerks, tits shaking, back arched, fingers buried in her pussy. It was beautiful; when it was over I felt like applauding.

Alice and I cuddled as Carroll got dressed and left. It wasn’t awkward at all, which was both surprising and nice. After she was gone, we turned out the lights and breathed each others air for a little while. It was very, very late, and we both had to work the next day, but her fingers made my dick hard again, and my hand found her pussy still wet, and we managed to bring each other to one last sleepy orgasm apiece before drifting off.

Fit the Second: The Hunting

My phone rang at 7:00 exactly. Not 6:59 or 7:01. The girl was prompt if nothing else. She kept her appointments.

Alice giggled and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. She was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe with nothing on underneath. I buzzed the door to let Carroll up.

It seemed to take her forever to climb the six flights up to the apartment. My dick was already getting hard, and Alice helped things along by squeezing and rubbing it through my trousers. The sex we’d had the previous week, with Carroll jerking off to us from on high, was the best, we’d both agreed afterward, the best we’d had since we first got together, maybe the best ever. We were both eager for more.

Carroll was wearing tight a little red pleated skirt with white hearts that ended just above her knees, and a black sports bra that squished her big boobs and showed off a long deep valley of cleavage. She was smiling big, two sharp rows of perfect teeth, and she kissed us both as she hopped across the threshold.

“Anybody hungry?” she asked, lifting up her skirt and flashing us a momentary glimpse of her bare plump, brown, shaved pussy, “I baked tarts!”

The tarts were delicious, but eating them at the little round table in the corner of what served as my kitchen, I kept getting distracted, sandwiched in between two attractive, giggling, nearly naked girls who kept using every flimsy, snorking excuse to reach over and touch me and each other under the table.

By the time the tin of tarts was reduced to crumbs, we were all three pretty hopped up, hot and bothered. Alice let her bathrobe fall in a heap on the kitchen floor. Carroll clambered up to her aerie atop the dresser, her red-and-white skirt bundled up around her waist, and snapped her sports bra off like an oversized rubber band.

She caught me staring at the nasty white scar that ran across her otherwise flawless mocha bust. “Welding slag down the front of my bib,” she explained with a careless toss of her dreads, “Hurt like a cunt.”

Alice undressed me, taking her time, kissing each section of bare skin she exposed unit I stood naked in front of her, quiveringly hard, my dick standing out like exclamation point.

“You should go down on her,” Carroll pronounced, “I want to see you lick that pussy.”

Alice lay down across the bed, spreading her legs wide apart, her neatly-trimmed petite little pussy pointed directly at Carroll. The inner lips were just visible, pouting out like a young tulip not quite yet in bloom.

I’ve always been a little shy about going down on Alice. It’s not like I mind the taste (I actually rather like the way she tastes), but I’ve always felt kind of incompetent at it.  Alice always said I do a good job down there, but I’ve never been sure she’s really into it, and I had never made her come that way.

I lay down on the bed on my stomach, put my head between her thighs, and started licking.

She pulled her lips apart for me, giving my tongue access to her moist, slippery bits. I found her taste intoxicating. I licked harder, getting into it, slurping up and down, like a dog at a water bowl.

“Slow down!” Carroll commanded from on high, “Lick her clit! Tease her a little bit!”

I pulled back, spreading Alice’s wet pussy with my fingers. It was almost the first time I had ever gotten a really good close-up look at her sex. Her pussy was beautiful, and sopping wet. Her tiny clit stood up excitedly, hard and pink. I tentatively touched it with just the tip of my tongue, and Alice gasped.

I let my tongue dance lightly around Alice’s clitoris, sometimes brushing against it, sometimes just missing it. The more I teased her, the more excited she got. My dick was rock hard and leaking underneath me.

“That’s fucking hot!” Carroll said, “Now put a finger inside her. Two.”

I did what she said. Keeping the tip of my tongue balanced on Alice’s joy buzzer (as best as I could what with her squirming around), I slid a finger, and then two up her slippery wet pussy. She was hot inside, and her pussy seemed to grasp my fingers. I slid them in and out, finger-fucking her as I teased her clit.

“Three. Put three fingers in.” Carroll sounded hoarse.

It was a tight fit, but I managed to get a third finger up her pussy. Alice was moaning constantly, like a cat in heat. I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard her so aroused.

“Now play with her asshole.” Carroll instructed.

I let my pinky finger slide down into the forbidden zone between Alice’s butt cheeks. My finger found the tight ring of her anus, and gently stroked it. Her pussy was gobbling my fingers, and as I reapplied my tongue to her straining clit, she howled and bucked, writhing and shaking underneath me.

“Fuck! I’m coming! I’m coming!! Don’t stop! I’m coming, I’m fucking coming!”

I stayed with her all the way through her orgasm, and when she was done, I was soaked in her juices.

“Now fuck her!” Carroll said. She had one finger buried in her own pussy up to the knuckle, and I could see the wetness dribbling out of her.

We arranged ourselves as before, doggy-style, so we could watch Carroll masturbate. I slid my dick up Alice’s red-hot pussy, and it felt like heaven.

“That felt so gooood,” Alice whispered back to me, “fuck me good and deep and come in my cunt!”

I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I tried to prolong the ecstasy by going slow. I’d ease my cock all the way inside Alice’s pussy, and then slowly withdraw it until just the head was nestled in between her clinging lips. Even so, I was just hanging on by a thread. It felt exquisite. We could both here the squelching sounds of Carroll masturbating: she was plunging two fingers in and out of her shaved, brown and purple vagina, and she was using two fingers on the other hand to peel back her fat lips and expose her pink little clit.

“Now fuck her in the ass!”

Now that was right out of left field. Alice and I had never done that, never even discussed doing that. I’d never had anal sex. I’d always wanted to try, but I’d never known how to ask.

I waited for Alice to say Yay or Nay, but she just buried her face in the sheets and thrust her rump even higher in the air. I took that for a ‘Yes’.

I pulled my wet dick out of her pussy and carefully parted her cheeks. There it was, her tiny little brown crinkled asshole. It looked so small and delicate; there was no way my cock was going to fit inside. I nestled my slippery cock head up against her anus, and she kind of moaned and wiggled her ass. I looked up at Carroll, who was grinding herself against her fingers, and who grinned down at me.

Very carefully, I took aim. As gently as I could, I nudged forward, and her body seemed to open up and swallow me. Alice kind of grunted and lurched back toward me, and suddenly the fattest part of my dick was lodged in her asshole. Her sphincter squeezed me so tight it was almost painful.

I nudged gently forward again, slipping past the tight ring of resistance, and then I was inside her. Alice sighed, arching her back and pressing back against me.

I felt the orgasm bubbling up from my toes. “I’m going to come!” I gasped hoarsely.

“Don’t come!” Alice whispered insistently, “Please not yet, I want to come too.”

With everything I had, closing my eyes, curling my toes and clenching my ass, I held it back. Alice’s fingers were rubbing furiously on her clit. I kept fucking her ass, slowly, steadily, plunging in and out. Her breathing was getting sharp and ragged, and I knew she was right on the edge.

I slid one finger up her pussy. It was tight, and I could feel my own cock moving through the thin layer of flesh. That set her right off, like a string of firecrackers, and it set me off too. I forgot about being gentle, and started slamming my dick into her asshole, finger-fucking her hard at the same time, as my orgasm roared through me like an express train. We were both shouting and growling and bucking, fucking like wild things, as we came together, and I squirted jet after jet of hot sticky semen straight up her butt.

I guess Carroll came at the same time as us, but I was too wrapped up in Alice to even notice. I think that was the longest, most intense orgasm I’d ever had.

After I’d carefully extracted myself and we’d cleaned up and Carroll had gotten dressed and left, Alice and I were cuddling in bed together.

“Why didn’t you ever do that to me before?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said, “I didn’t think you’d like it.”

Fit the Third: The Vanishing

Alice broke it to me over breakfast: orange juice and bacon flavored seitan.

“There’s no easy way to tell you this,” she said, “So I’m just going to say it. I’m leaving.”

It knocked the wind out of me, like a roundhouse punch to the stomach. It hurt, and I felt literally dizzy for a moment as the world shifted on its axis. But at the same time, it was a relief, and it felt like a tight strap around my chest had just been relaxed. I could finally breathe again.

“I’ll be packing my things over the next couple days,” she told me. I couldn’t look at her. “I hope we’ll always be friends.”

Unwashed dishes began to pile up in my sink.

Fit the Fourth: The Capture

I was late. I was already running behind my time, and then the subways were screwed up, and then I was really late.

My dick felt like a lead ingot between my legs, a heavy pendulum swinging back and forth as I walked up their block.

They had a basement apartment in Astoria they called the Rabbit Hole.  Carroll met me on the landing at the bottom of the stairs, naked. Naked, that is, except for a strap-on and harness: black on black.

The dildo glistened wet and slick in the fluorescent light of the stairwell. The flesh around the scar on Carroll’s chest was livid and red. “Come on in,” she said to me, “You’re just in time for the main event.”

Her phallus wiggled and bobbed obscenely as she walked. For just a moment, I imagined what it might be like to be bent over in front of that fat black dildo, and it gave me a secret thrill.

She led me into the bedroom, where Alice lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her pussy looked freshly fucked: pouting pinkly open and drooling wet. There were bruises on her wrists and ankles, livid red and purple. Her nipples were erect. She wore a dog collar, fastened with a tiny padlock, and she had a fresh tattoo, still red and irritated, a copy of the classic Tenniel illustration of the Mad Hatter. Instead of a tea cup, he held aloft a large pink dildo, shaped like a flamingo. When she saw me, she smiled and waved.

I got undressed, and sat down in a big purple overstuffed easy chair to watch the show.

Carroll had fished herself out of the strap-on harness, and was busy pouring lube all over her hand and Alice’s crotch.

“Girl’s got a really tight pussy,” Carroll said to me over her shoulder, “I had to loosen it up a bit first.” She grinned. “I am really going to enjoy this.”

She methodically began finger-fucking Alice. One finger at first, then two, then three. She stopped and applied more lube, then worked a fourth finger in. Even though I knew what was coming, I couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen.

It was beautiful to watch. Alice appeared lost in ecstasy. Her pussy opened up to devour Carroll’s invading fingers, wider and wider. Carroll’s face was a mask of concentration as she formed her hand into a duck-bill shape, gently but insistently working all five fingers deeper and deeper into Alice’s wide-stretched cunt.

It was as if we were all three balanced on a razor’s edge. At long last the tension broke. Alice sighed, a long, drawn-out, contented-sounding sigh, and Carroll’s fist slid all the way up inside her, buried to the wrist in her pussy.

“Oh fuck, you’re inside me!” Alice said, her voice trembling, “You’re really really inside me! Fuck me! Fuck me, make me come!”

Carroll starting fucking Alice with her fist: infinitesimally small, meticulous little movements that made Alice writhe and contort. Both women were in a universe all their own. They seemed completely unaware of me, and my skyward pointing, completely erect, oozing dick.

“I’m going to come! I’m going to come! I’m going to come!” Alice squeezed her eyes shut, her face contorted into a grimace. Her abdomen contracted and shook, her nipples turned bright red, and her breath came in raspy little gasps as the orgasm rolled through her.

As the peak passed, Carroll carefully withdrew her hand. Her fingers were absolutely covered with juice, a mixture of come and lube. Alice’s pussy gaped wide open as she rocked through a series of aftershocks. Her clit stood up, tiny and bright pink.

“That was really amazing!” We all three agreed, naked over mojitos, my dick still painfully hard, my balls heavy and tender. The ice clinked in my glass, and the girls kept brushing their naked thighs against mine.

They lay me down on the bed, flat on my back, my cock pointing up at the plaster ceiling.

Alice stooped over me, kissing my lips like a hummingbird while her boobs hung down, her nipples brushing lightly against my own, sending a jolt of electricity through me every time we made contact. Carroll squatted between my legs, insinuating a finger between my butt cheeks.

I jumped and started to protest when she found my anus, but she was insistent, and Alice shushed me, so I tried to relax and let her do her thing. Carroll’s slippery finger felt huge as it probed and invaded my sphincter. It felt awkward, uncomfortable, and oddly erotic.

Suddenly she was inside, worming her way deeper and deeper into the recesses of my body. It felt strange, but not in a bad way, no, not at all. I felt myself squirming to give her better access as she finger-fucked my asshole, and my cock was harder than ever. A big fat drop of pre-come oozed out the end, and ran down the shaft like a tear drop.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I heard myself begging as Alice kissed my lips and tweaked my nipples. A grinning Carroll complied, banging my ass harder and deeper, forcing her finger all the way up inside me.

She started tracing the length of my cock with the fingertips of her free hand, just barely touching me, running her fingers lightly up and down the sensitive flesh as she worked a second slick finger up my freaked-out, hyper-excited asshole, curling and pulling and twisting her fingers inside me.

The orgasm took me by surprise, blindsided me, like a stray jolt of lightning, the kind of flash-BOOM that means you’ve just missed being electrocuted. All of a sudden I screamed out loud, shooting come in a high arc all the way up my chest and onto my chin, spattering Alice on her face. My cock twitched and my asshole spasmed, and I came and came, pumping bucket loads of semen all over my heaving stomach.

Finally I started breathing again. Carroll carefully extracted her fingers from my clenching anus. The girls lapped up the come all over my torso as if it were icing on a fancy French dessert. There was a lot of giggling, all around, and then we all three took a shower together.

It was late late by the time I got back to my cozy little apartment, but I didn’t care. My cock felt thick and comfortably satisfied in my pants, my asshole was still buzzing and my balls were sore. I stayed up for a while, did the dishes, had a beer, lounged on the bed, stretched my legs out and half-studied a book on chess openings.

I might masturbate later on, imagining Carroll in that strap-on, fucking Alice’s pussy. Or Alice wearing that strap-on, fucking my ass while I licked Carroll’s smooth brown pussy.

My snark may have been a boojum, but I kind of liked it that way.

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Persephone’s Kiss

It started with a kiss. I was only fifteen, and my sister Persephone was two years older than me. She just popped into my room –I’d barely had time to close out of the porn I was looking at- and kissed me full on the lips, disappearing without a word of explanation. I knew a kiss didn’t necessarily mean anything; but I knew this one did.

I knew you weren’t supposed to feel that way about your own sister, and that it was wrong, but I did feel that way about her; and when she left me alone in my room, my dick was so hard it hurt.

That incident bothered me for two solid weeks. I blushed every time I looked at her. Sometimes it seemed like she was avoiding me; sometimes she seemed extra affectionate, touching my arm or ruffling my hair. I craned my neck for a look down her shirt at her small, freshly-sprouted, bra-enclosed breasts. When I jerked off, she was always in my mind’s eye.

Two solid weeks of horny, angst-ridden torture. And then it happened.

When Mom walked in on us, we were in my bedroom. There was a filthy porn video playing on the computer; two older guys fucking and mistreating a skinny, pale red-headed girl whose hands were cuffed together, and who’s mouth was stuffed to overflowing with a big fat cock while her pussy was getting fucked from behind by another oversized dick. It was pretty hot.

The whole thing had been her idea. Honestly. She had started pestering me about porn when I got home from school that day; whether I looked at it, whether I liked it, what kind I liked, whether I had any good stuff on my computer. She was persistent, she insisted, until I finally led her upstairs, blushing and sweating and ragingly self-conscious of the erection in my jeans, to my bedroom, where I hesitantly showed her some of the links on my computer.

She liked the links. She wanted to see more. She rubbed my shoulders, leaning forward and pressing her small boobs into the back of my head. I thought I might just come in my pants. My head was spinning; I literally felt dizzy with lust and excitement and disbelief.

More, she wanted to see more. And then my pants came off, and my shorts too, and I was standing next to my messy, unmade bed, wearing nothing but an AC/DC t-shirt, my boxer shorts gathered up around my ankles. Persephone was sitting on the edge of my bed, no shirt, her beige bra the only thing hiding her fried-egg sized boobs from me, her mouth wrapped around my hard, swollen cock.

It was the first time a girl had ever set lips upon my cock, and I thought I had just slipped into nirvana. Her mouth felt so good, so hot and wet on my dick. The sensations were exquisite, her head bobbing up and down, taking my whole length inside her mouth, her tongue swirling around, tracing the ridgelines of my cock; her hand pumping my shaft. The fact that it was my sister doing this to me barely even registered.

I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“I’m going to come soon!” I warned her.

Her head popped off the end of my wet dick, leaving me quiveringly erect. “Don’t hold back!” she told me, and then she went back to work, sucking me harder than ever, and jerking off the base of my cock with one hand. I closed my eyes and surrendered to it, rocking back and forth on my heels, humping back against her mouth.

And then mom burst into my bedroom, screaming, cursing obscenities at me. She hit me with a broom, swearing at me like I was a mad dog. Persephone went sprawling onto the floor. I tried to run away, but tripped up on my boxers. Mom hit me with the broom again and again until I kicked the boxers all the way off and went running out of the room, naked from the waist down, my cock still hard and wet and sticking out in front of me like the prow of a sailing ship plunging through stormy weather.

Mom chased me through the house, hitting me with the broom whenever she could reach me, cursing me and calling me terrible names. Eventually I locked myself in the basement.

She pounded on the door for a while, but then seemed to give up, and all was quiet. I had to jerk off; there was no way I couldn’t, the pressure in my balls was too much, and my erection refused to go down. I thought about Persephone while I masturbated, picturing her boobs and the way her lips looked wrapped around my dick; I wondered what she looked like naked.

When I came, there was a lot of come, but it wasn’t a very good orgasm, and I didn’t have anything but my t-shirt to wipe up with. I slunk back upstairs, naked, and disgraced. Fortunately I made it up to my room without being intercepted.

I stayed in my room all night. I didn’t even come down for dinner, and nobody asked me to. I figured at best I’d be grounded for ever, I’d lose my computer privileges, there would be a nanny-cam installed in my room, a V-chip that shocked me every time I got an erection. At worst I’d be sent away to military academy, or some Christian reprogramming camp. But nothing was ever said. When I finally did come down, both Persephone and Mom ignored my presence. Mom gave me the silent treatment for about a week, but that was all. Maybe it was just too horrible for her to cope with. I don’t think she ever really trusted me again.

The second time went better. It was about three weeks later, and things had pretty much returned to normal at our house. Persephone acted as if nothing at all had happened between us, and I guess I had written off the whole thing as an aberration, never to be repeated. I was taking my morning shower, getting ready for school, and, as usual for me, I had an erection.

Persephone slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was already dressed for school. She put one finger to her lips: hush! Mom was downstairs, making us lunch.

I stepped out from under the stream of water, leaving the shower running. Persephone knelt down by the side of the tub. She flirtatiously peeled her one corner of her camisole down, showing me a small, perky boob, and then she quickly and efficiently went to work.

She opened her mouth, laid the head of my cock on her tongue, wrapped her hand around my dick and started pumping, hard and fast. It didn’t take very long. I hadn’t masturbated in like a day, and I was already pretty worked up. Her soft strong hand felt infinitely better than my own, the view and the sensation of my dick on her extended tongue were just too much. It couldn’t have been much more than a minute and I was coming, writhing in ecstasy, humping against her, pumping her mouth full of my sticky, white teenaged semen.

Persephone lapped it all up, kissed me lightly on the end of the dick, straightened up her camisole, and left me standing there, soaking wet and bewildered, my adolescent cock still halfway hard.

It was a few weeks later, at the movies along with Mom, that she let me touch her pussy. I don’t even remember what the movie was, some sort of romantic comedy I suppose; I wasn’t interested in it, but it was family movie night, so I had no choice in the matter. Mom sat in the middle of the row, then there was an empty seat with our jackets and the backpack that we smuggled snacks in with, and then it was Persephone, and then me.

The opening credits had just finished, and my eyes still hadn’t adjusted to the dark. Persephone took my hand and placed it between her legs. She was wearing an ankle-length white cotton skirt that was now piled up in her lap. She guided my hand between her supple thighs, where my fingertips found the whisper-soft material of her cotton panties.

My wandering fingers traced up and down the front of her panties, and she squirmed. I felt her adjust, lift her butt up off the seat, and then her panties were down around her knees.

Her pussy was wet. Shockingly wet; hot and slippery. I had never touched a vagina before, and now my dick was so hard I thought I would come in my pants. My finger slid up inside her, and I felt her breathing change as her pussy enveloped me.

I finger-fucked her through the entire movie. Silently, she showed me how to find her clit. I think she came several times; it was hard to tell, but her breathing would change and her body would go rigid. At the end of the movie, she moved my hand away and straightened up her skirt. My hand was coated in her juices and my cock bulged out the front of my pants like a totem pole.

I could still smell her on my fingers that night when I masturbated, and when I came I shot off so hard that come splattered up my chest and onto my neck.

We carried on, very quietly and carefully, for the next two years. It was hard to get much time alone with her; Mom always seemed to be on my case, watching me, ready to jump on any sign of impropriety. The way it worked, Persephone mostly gave me quick blowjobs in stolen moments, and she got better and better at it until she could play me like a clarinet virtuoso.

A few times she let me finger her, and once, on vacation, she allowed me to watch her masturbate with a travel-sized shampoo bottle.

And then Persephone went away to college, where she had boyfriends, and then she moved to New York. She got a fiancé, and then a husband, and I hardly ever saw her anymore.

I never had a girlfriend in high school. I did a little better in college, where I finally lost my virginity, but none of the girls I was with had Persephone’s sexual confidence. I never felt a real spark.

Before I even graduated, I was offered a job with a hot new startup in Manhattan. I had my own office, albeit a tiny, closet-like one with no windows, where I sat and coded twelve to sixteen hours a day, subsisting on Diet Coke and Cheetos. I was getting paid more money than I could spend, and I had a nice apartment in a fancy neighborhood in Brooklyn that I barely ever saw and never got around to furnishing.

For the first time in my life I was mostly too tired and brain-fried to masturbate.

“You have a visitor.” It was Marcy, the project manager, my nominal boss. She was forty-something, blonde, frumpy and overweight, a corporate-speaking professional manager. And I’m really bad at telling, but I thought she’d been hitting on me.

My visitor was, in fact, Persephone. I hadn’t seen her since the wedding. We’d tried to get together when I first moved to New York, but things quickly got too hectic. Marcy showed her into my office. The little room was downright claustrophobic with all three of us inside.

“Marcy, I’d like you to meet my sister, Persephone.” They shook hands. “…if you could leave us alone for a few minutes…”

“Why don’t you take lunch?” Marcy suggested, closing the door behind her. Persephone and I were alone, alone together in the same room for the first time in years.

Persephone planted her butt on my desk. “Wanna get some food?” she asked.

“Um… I usually just order in. They don’t really like us to leave the office during the work day.”

“Mmmm” Persephone grinned, tossing her long black hair in a sultry gesture. She was even more beautiful as an adult than a teen: tall and curvy and sultry. “Even better. Can you guess what I want to eat?”

My cock, already half-hard, was instantly at full attention. I hadn’t gotten off in almost two weeks; all I did was code, eat, and sleep. And it had been over a year since I had been touched by anyone female. I had even started contemplating responding to Marcy’s advances, asking her out on a date or something, if I could ever get a day off.

“God I’ve missed you!” Persephone said, pulling her shirt off and unsnapping her bra. My blood pressure spiked. Holy shit, my office door wasn’t even locked. I started to stammer a protest, but it felt like I was trying to stop an avalanche. Persephone slid off the desk and knelt before me, unzipping my fly. I cupped her boobs in the palms of my hands. They were soft and warm, shaped like miniature pears, small and soft and firm with dark, erect, upturned nipples.

My cock was harder than hard, straining up and out, bobbing in front of Persephone’s face. “Did you miss me too?” She asked, smiling up at me. She stuck out her tongue and traced a line from my balls, along the quivering underside of my cock all the way up to the red and swollen crown. The tip of her tongue tickled my frenum.

It took everything I had to not come at that instant. By holding my breath, curling my toes, and clenching my butt, I was able to choke the orgasm down. One big fat, iridescent pearl of semen oozed out the tip of my cock, and balanced there like a huge drop of nectar. Persephone greedily lapped up my spilt come. She wrapped her hand around the base of my cock. The gold band on her ring finger gleamed coldly.

I knew it was wrong. I was a grown-up now. I knew that brothers and sisters shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing, that it was morally wrong, perverted, and downright illegal. I shouldn’t be letting her do this to me. But at the same time I knew I wouldn’t stop her. I wanted this. I wanted it more than anything.

She gripped my penis tight and swirled her tongue around the head, traversing every ridge and texture. I moaned out loud, rocking forward on the balls of my feet.

Persephone lifted her mouth off me for one second. “Don’t hold back.” she said, “I want to taste you.” and then she lowered her mouth back onto my cock. Her tongue swirled acrobatically around my glans, while the hand encircling the shaft glided steadily up and down.

There was no holding back, it wasn’t even a question. I was beyond any semblance of control now. I was coming, coming, a long, drawn-out orgasm that seemed to go on forever. It was like a tsunami breaking on the beach and rushing inland, overwhelming. I pumped what seemed like gallon after gallon of come into her mouth. She milked every last drop from my cock, then finally released my soft, sensitive penis with a *pop*.

“Thank you,” she said, standing up and buttoning her blouse. “You have no idea how bad I needed that.” She looked at me slyly. “Or maybe you did.”

All I could do was stutter.

“I need to get going now. Troy” (Troy was her husband. I’d flown out for their wedding three years before.) “will start to wonder where I’ve gotten to. I told him I was shopping with a girlfriend. Can I come back for lunch tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow no good,” I managed, “Lunch meeting. Thursday?”

“Then it’s a date, Baby Bro.” She kissed me on the lips and made her exit. I was left standing by my desk, my head spinning and my flaccid wet dick hanging out my trousers.

I masturbated that night, and the next, thinking about Persephone, but I didn’t let myself come. Too much work, not enough sleep and powerful feelings of lust for my beautiful, crazy, married sister chipped away at my sanity and my judgment like a sculptor hacking away at a block of ice.

“Your sister’s here again.” Marcy showed Persephone into my elevator-sized office. The little room felt intensely claustrophobic with the three of us inside. Persephone wore a short black skirt that showed off her long, skinny legs. She was holding a sweating fountain drink in one hand. Marcy’s boobs were threatening to burst out of her white blouse. She had enormous breasts, and I think she left a button or two undone just for my benefit. “Say, would you two like to go out for lunch with me? I’ll treat!”

“Uh, no thanks Marse. We’ve got a lot to discuss, a lot of catching up to do. Ah, family business.”

“Ok, whatever.” Marcy left us alone, and Persephone grinned and swirled the ice in her cup.

“I am going to eat you for lunch, Little Brother.” She pried the lid off her soda and filled her mouth with ice. I sat heavily down in my expensive swivel chair, squirming my pants down. My cock was hard and eager.

Persephone crawled toward me, her mouth full of little ice cubes. She swallowed my penis with one big gulp. The sensation of cold was shocking, but after a second I realized that it actually felt really good.

She played me like an instrument until all the ice was melted away, running her fingers up and down my cock, playing gently with my balls, all the while bobbing her mouth up and down on my dick, tongue swirling, making noises like a demented ice machine. She could sense my excitement, and every time I started to get close, she backed off. She sucked me for a full half-hour, until my swollen cock felt like it was going to burst and I was literally begging her to let me get off.

“Come for me then, come for me now Baby Brother. Give it to me!” Persephone opened her mouth, balancing the head of my cock on her tongue, and pumped my shaft hard and fast. I exploded, squirting my come straight into her mouth. Gobs and gobs of it.

She swallowed it all, looking exactly like a large and very self-satisfied cat.

“Perse?” I asked.

“What’s up Bro?”

“Could I go down on you? Could I lick your pussy?”

She gave me a sharp look. “Is that something you really want to do?”

“Oh God, yes!” I blurted out, “I’ve wanted that for ages and ages.”

Persephone smiled. “Me too. Ok, you can do that. But not today.”

“That’s ok, I’ve used up my lunch break today anyway… Monday?”

“Monday then.” She kissed me full on the lips. I could taste my own come on her tongue. I was already hard again.

Over the weekend, she kept sending filthy texts to my phone: how delicious my cock was, how wet her pussy was, how badly she wanted me. I had to work all day Saturday and Sunday, and my dick stayed obstinately hard under my desk, making it extremely difficult to code effectively.

On Monday, just before noon, Marcy poked her head into my office. “Your lunch date’s here,” she leered.

Persephone was wearing an ankle-length white cotton paisley dress. She gave me a smile that was either shy or predatory. “I hope you’re hungry, Bro.”

She lifted up her dress. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She had a small, neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. She sat down on my swivel chair, spreading her legs. Her petite little pussy pouted open hungrily.

“Do you have any idea,” she asked, “How long I’ve wanted you to do this?”

I had some idea. I’d wanted to do this since I was fifteen.

She was very wet. Her pussy was hot and slick, and tasted nice; clean and sweet and tangy, like some exotic honey. Her clit was tiny and pink, hard as a pebble.

She started moaning as soon as my tongue parted her lips. I lapped at her, slowly at first, then faster and harder, devouring her. The more I ate her, the wetter she got and the more noise she made. My cock felt like a tree trunk inside my pants.

“Fuck, fuck! Stop, I’m going to come!” I looked up from between her thighs. My face was coated in her juice. “Jerk off onto me!” She was fingering her clit. “I want to feel your come on my cunt!”

I hurriedly pulled out my cock, pointed it at her juicy, spread-open cunt, and masturbated for all I was worth. It didn’t take much, I was already incredibly turned on. Her body shook and her fingers were a blur as I shouted out loud and squirted jet after jet of hot sticky semen all over her pussy.

We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Then Persephone stood up, letting her dress fall back down, covering her nudity. She kissed me once, long and hard.

“Thank you Bro,” she said, “That was fantastic. I’ll see you Wednesday for lunch, ok?”

I didn’t see her on Wednesday. I didn’t see her again for a long time.

Shortly after I got to the office on Wednesday morning, my morning routine was interrupted by a pair of NYPD detectives and a gaggle of uniformed police. They handcuffed me and read me my rights and led me out of the building while everybody stared. I was taken down to the street, past a flying squadron of photographers and shouting reporters and curious bystanders and into the back of a patrol car.

I spent the two most miserable weeks of my life sitting around in jail. The food left much to be desired, though the carrot cake was certainly delicious, and when my fellow inmates found out what I was in for, I got a lot of semi-sardonic, semi-admiring high-fives. I became a minor celebrity at Riker’s Island. A few of the guards even grinned and winked at me.

They charged me with third-degree incest. My portrait was plastered all over the inside of the New York Post. My lawyer looked at me like I was a rancid chunk of meat. She copped me a bargain: a four year suspended sentence and ten months of probation. I had to wear an electronic ankle bracelet. I received an official letter from my Mother’s attorney, notifying me that I had been disowned, and asking me not to make contact with any family members. Persephone wasn’t charged with anything. What she said to her husband, I don’t know.

Nobody spoke to me when I returned to work. I went into my office and shut the door behind me. It was then that I knew for sure I was fired: I was locked out of everything. I couldn’t even check my email or get onto the internet. I amused myself for a while playing Minesweeper.

Marcy poked her head in and asked me to step into her office. I sat down in front of her desk, where she eyed me coolly, like some grand inquisitor. Her office was bigger than mine, with real walls, and a stout wooden door.

“Are you really that attracted to her?” After a long, uncomfortable silence, Marcy had stood up and locked the door, and now she was standing directly behind me. She rested her hands on my shoulders. “I mean she is your sister, that’s kind of weird. But she’s not really even all that hot. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do her to, but she’s just skin and bones. She barely even has tits. Not worth losing your job over. I like a woman with some meat on her bones, don’t you?”

Marcy was rubbing my shoulders. It felt nice. Marcy’s breasts kept brushing against the back of my head.

“Could the whole office hear us?”

“Oh yes,” Marcy said. She had stopped rubbing my shoulders. “We all thought it was pretty amusing…”

“Somebody wasn’t amused. Somebody called the cops and got me arrested.”

“Turn around,” she whispered huskily.

I swiveled around to face her. She was already unbuttoning her white blouse. Underneath, still constrained by her bra, her breasts were enormous.

When she set them free, they hung down like giant, over-filled water balloons. She had a big, round belly that was somehow not at all unattractive. When she got down on her knees, I could see her red panties down the gap in the back of her black slacks.

Marcy fished out my penis, my treacherously hard penis, and fondled it greedily. “Mmm, this looks delicious. I can see why she liked having you for lunch so much!” She slathered her tongue up and down my shaft, making my dick stand up even taller. She licked and nuzzled my balls, her tongue probing down between my butt cheeks, making me squirm.

She smiled up at me, a wide, slightly crooked smile. “Fuck my face,” she said, “Go ahead. Don’t be gentle. But don’t come yet either. I’ve got plans for you.”

And then she swallowed me whole, taking me all the way down her throat, until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair.

It felt amazing. I stood up, keeping my cock buried in her mouth, and took her by the hair, wrapping my fingers around her blonde locks. I started rocking my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth like a pussy, gently at first, then as she stayed with me and didn’t object, harder and harder until I was slamming her face down onto my crotch.

Marcy made little grunting and slobbering noises as I fucked her mouth, and her huge tits swung violently. I wanted to shoot my come straight down her throat. I could feel my balls tightening as I neared my peak.

Her mouth popped off my dick, leaving me dripping wet and achingly hard.

“Not bad, huh? I bet your sister doesn’t suck dick that good.”

She peeled off her black cotton slacks like a snake shedding its skin. A burgundy g-string looked either sexy or faintly bizarre on the broad expanse of her hips, a tiny red triangle of lonely silky satiny fabric amid acres of soft flesh. The red contrasted sharply with her shockingly pale skin. Somehow it was more sexy than ridiculous.

She pulled the g-string aside, showing me her pussy. Closely cropped soft-looking blonde hair. The inner workings of her cunt were hidden, between her copious thighs was a deep furry crease, like a river gorge in a high mountain pass. I could smell her excitement, thick and sultry.

Marcy bent over her desk, skimpy panties down around her knees, her huge tits pressed into the keyboard. She presented her rear end to me, wiggling it invitingly.

I slid my spit-slick cock in between the great soft pillows of her buttocks. The crease between the cheeks of her ass was warm and deep. She pressed back against me, hard.

My cock slid between her ass cheeks, up and down, occasionally peeking out, usually totally hidden by her flesh. It felt fantastic. She was soft and hot. She kept encouraging me: Harder! Faster! Her own fingers were busy between her legs.

It didn’t take long at all. I felt the come boiling up in my balls, and I completely surrendered to the bliss, humping Marcy’s wide, jiggling ass cheeks with abandon until I shouted out loud and squirted my come all across the small of her back.

My soft cock was still wedged between her butt cheeks, and I was left sweaty and panting and light-headed. This was not the Marcy that I had imagined that I knew: frumpy, bureaucratic, and (technically) old enough to be my mother. Her fingers were still working squishily between her thighs.

“Now clean up your mess,” she told me, “Lick it off.”

And I did. Starting with the large puddle at the base of her spine, and continuing down the crack of her ass until I had licked up every drop of my spent semen. I didn’t really mind the taste at all, and the situation, my tongue buried so intimately in her posterior as she whacked off harder and harder, was intensely erotic. By the time she came, with a shudder and a gasp, my dick was halfway hard all over again.

Marcy gripped my semi-hard dick fondly, with an almost sisterly gesture. “I’m a virgin,” she told me, “Bonafide. So you’re not getting any of that. But next time we get together I’ll give you a righteous titty fuck!” She leered at me as she squeezed her bust back inside that industrial-strength brassiere.

That didn’t sound like a bad deal to me, not at all. I thought about what Marcy had said about Persephone, about how she’d do her. That was an interesting image too.

The impersonal, corporate mask slipped back over her face as she clambered back into her white blouse and black trousers. “You know you’re fired, of course,” Marcy said to me, “I did manage to get you a very generous severance package. You have until noon to clean up your office and get out of the building, but if I were you, I’d just go now.” She paused before sending me back to my tiny little office, “I’ll be in touch.”

It didn’t take me long to pack up my stuff. It all fit inside a slim briefcase. I felt everyone’s eyes on me, boring into my back as I walked out of the building for the very last time. I wondered what they were all thinking. Was anyone sympathetic, or was I just a pervert?

Marcy was right. I did get a very generous severance package out of them: a year’s salary, and health insurance. I got a new job pretty much right away, with a Japanese firm that allowed me to work from home. It was a lot less money than I’d been making before, but quite frankly I didn’t give a shit, and I wasn’t expected to work sixteen hours a day, seven days a week. They even encouraged the occasional vacation.

I got a new, smaller apartment, in a less fashionable neighborhood in Brooklyn. I mostly stayed inside, dashing out once or twice a week for groceries. I took a long series of deep breaths, and started to regain my equilibrium. My phone rang a lot, but I never picked it up.

There was a small, litter-strewn park across the street from my new place. Marcy started hanging out on a park bench directly opposite my one window. She always had a pair of field glasses with her, sometimes a camera with a big telephoto lens. Now and then she’d read a book, or play with her iPad. She was there most days, from late afternoon to sundown.

The tap at my door was so soft I thought I had imagined it. Then the knocking came again, slightly bolder, more insistent. I shut out of the project I’d been working on, pulled on a pair of pants, and trepidatiously opened the door.

Persephone was standing out there in the stairwell, looking taller and skinnier than ever in a little white sundress with sunflowers printed all over it.

She kissed me hard as soon as she stepped across the threshold, pressing herself against me, and pulling me close to her. “I’m sorry it’s been such a mess,” she breathed into my ear. Her small breasts were pressed hard against my chest. “I had to say you forced yourself on me… I had to say you made me do it… God, I’ve missed you!”

Persephone was rubbing my cock through the front of my pants. My dick strained out toward her.

“I want you Baby Brother,” she whispered, still massaging my cock, “I want you so badly.”

We fell onto my bed together, her little flowered sun dress naturally riding up.

She was, as I had suspected, not wearing anything under her summer dress. My hand slid up between her thighs, and her pussy was slick and wet. She kissed me desperately as I fingered her. Her pussy responded excitedly, blooming and engulfing my probing finger. She rocked her hips back and forth as I finger-fucked her.

“I want you,” I said, “I want to be inside of you. I want to fuck you.”

My fingers were coated in her wetness. I extracted my pent-up cock from my pants. Her dress was in a pile around her waist.

“I can’t,” she said, “no, not today. I’ll eat you. I’ll suck your dick so good. Next time, next time you can fuck me. ”

My pants came off. My dick stuck rigidly out, like a piece of jagged rebar, hard as tempered steel. A long string of pre-come leaked out the engorged end, like a gossamer thread of spider web. She licked it off greedily.

“Please…” I begged.

“Next time,” Persephone said, “Next time, I promise. Let me eat you right now.” Her mouth was hot and wet on my cock, and I had to force myself not to come right away. Her tongue moved languidly, slathering all over my dick.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and lifted her off my crotch, slapped her across the face with my wet dick once, twice, again and again. I shoved her roughly off the bed, and she squealed in dismay.

She landed face-down. I straddled her, shoving her face hard against the rough wood floor. I lifted up her white summer dress, exposing her firm white buttocks. I slapped her ass hard, leaving livid red fingerprints on her pale cheeks.

I wrapped one hand around her long, slender throat. I could feel her life pulsing beneath my grip.

My other hand parted her ass cheeks, exposing her tiny, tender, vulnerable-looking crinkled pink anus.

“Tell me not to,” I said, “Tell me to stop.” My cock slid up and down between the half-moons of her ass, nuzzling at her wet pussy and her asshole.

“Please,” she whispered, “Please…”

I spit on her asshole, and she groaned gutturally. Her pussy was leaking come down the insides of her thighs, gasping hungrily open.

I took a big handful of her hair in my fist and jammed her face hard against the floor, boring my cock into her ass, forcing it through the tight ring of muscle, grinding relentlessly into her. She strained and gasped, a drawn-out, strangled animal noise, but I didn’t stop. I worked my hips, auguring my dick deeper and deeper into her ass, until the full weight of my body was lying on her back and her buttocks were pressed against my hips. I could feel her trembling beneath me.

I fucked her ass hard and fast, taking my pleasure in it. She was tight, her muscles gripped my pistoning dick, clinging at me, milking me. She made a noise like a cat being tortured as I fucked her. I wasn’t sure if that noise was pain, pleasure, or anger. It only took a few minutes, and then I came, squirting my come up her rectum. My orgasm seemed to go on and on. It felt amazing.

At long last, I collapsed on top of her, breathing hard into the back of her neck. Her asshole pulsated, squeezing my softening dick.

I reached underneath her, worming my hand under our combined weight, until I found her pussy. She was soaking wet. I let my fingers slide up inside her cunt, and then travel up to the excited little button of her clit. I petted her there, slowly, gently, until she came with a silent shudder.

After I had extracted my soft penis from her asshole, she got up and wiped her eyes and straightened out her dress. I felt hot and clumsy and awkward. The left side of Persephone’s face was all red and abraded. Her lower lip was swollen and a little bloody. It looked like she was going to have a black eye.

“I didn’t know you had that in you,” Persephone said, “I really didn’t think you were that type.”

“Can I fuck your pussy next time?” I asked.

“Next time you see me,” she said, “You can fuck my pussy.”

She put on her shoes and left.

I had about a dozen emails from my supervisor in Yokohama, and I had missed an online production meeting. I went to the refrigerator and pulled out a Diet Coke, popping it open. I wandered over to the window and took a long, cold pull from the can. I was still naked, and my soft dick hung down, sticky and moist and dribbling. My balls felt heavy and tender and my hands were shaking slightly.

Marcy was sitting at her station across from my apartment building, splayed out on the bench like a paler, less wrinkly Jabba the Hutt. She was wearing a little black miniskirt, and she had her cell phone in one hand, her expensive-looking camera balanced on her lap. She looked up at my window, and our eyes met.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and drank the rest of my pop, waiting for the knock at my door.

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Letter to the Editor

Karl the Plumber rang my doorbell at 11:15.

It wasn’t even noon yet, and I was already half-stewed. I should have been drinking absinthe, but I couldn’t afford the stuff, so I was making do with green Kool-Aid and cheap gin.

I knew it was Karl the Plumber because he was overdue for a visit; and because he’s the only one who ever rings my bell other than the UPS guy and the Jehovah’s Witnesses; and when Karl rings the bell, he leans on the buzzer, making one long, aggressive tone.

He looked rough, unshaven, as if he hadn’t slept in a long time, and he reeked of cigarette smoke.

I handed him my thumb drive, and he plugged it into his laptop, scanning quickly through the accumulated files.

“Good stuff,” he grunted, unplugging the USB memory stick and dumping it into the right hand pocket of his black jacket. He pulled out a billfold and carefully counted out five-twenty dollar bills, laying them out neatly on top of my kitchen table, right next to the bottle of gin and the half-empty pitcher of Kool-Aid.

“Is that all?” I asked, “You got anything else for me?”

“What do you think?” he asked, unzipping his trousers and fishing his penis out.

I gulped down the last of my drink.

He was still flaccid. His cock reminded me of a tequila worm, big and fat and soft and wrinkly; uncircumcised, the pink head peered malevolently out from beneath its fleshy hood. His testicles hung down, fat and heavy and hairy. He stood next to me as I sat, and slapped me across the face with his dick until he was hard.

I took him in my mouth. He tasted musty, sweaty, male. I wanted to swallow him whole, but he took me by the hair and pulled me away.

It’s not that he possesses an especially big cock. It’s the attitude that’s intimidating, that always takes my breath away. My pussy was juicy and slick with anticipation.

“Where do you want it?” Karl asked.

“In my cunt,” I whispered, starting to pull my t-shirt off over my head.

“Don’t,” he told me, “Stay dressed.”

Karl the Plumber took a step back and started taking his clothes off, neatly, orderly, draping his jacket over the back of a chair, folding his shirt and pants and stacking them on the seat. He always carries a gun, and it gives me the creeps. It is a small, ugly, black thing that he keeps in a holster, tucked deep into his armpit. That too came off, and was hung off the back of the chair.

At last Karl was naked, and his dick stuck straight out like an exclamation point.

He cleared off the kitchen table by the simple expedient of turning it over, tipping it ninety degrees so that gin and Kool-Aid and twenty dollar bills spilled across my kitchen floor. My glass bounced off the linoleum, but did not break. He returned the table to its more conventional orientation, and picked me up and bent me over the table top so that my breasts were squished flat through my shirt, and my face was pressed hard against the wood-grained formica.

He yanked down my sweat pants and slapped my bare ass hard, so hard that I yelped despite myself. That made him chuckle, and he did it again, just out of spite.

He pried my butt cheeks apart and spit on my exposed asshole, and then I knew what was coming, for sure. I clenched my teeth and tried to relax and get ready for it, but he was already cramming his erection up my ass.

I whimpered out loud, something between a ‘Yes’ and a ‘No’. It didn’t matter really; I was onboard this freight train now, for better or for worse, and the knobby head of his penis was shouldering its way roughly through the tight ring of my anus. It hurt, it hurt a lot, even through the insulating layer of alcohol, and I had to force myself to breathe.

Karl the Plumber fucked my ass hard and deep, showing me no mercy, no shade of tenderness, no consideration at all. I might have been a fleshlight in some anonymous, generic hotel room as far as he was concerned; just some soft, warm object to jerk off into. Karl grasped my face with his big, meaty hand, covering my mouth and nose so I couldn’t get air into my lungs. He gripped me so hard my teeth cut into my own cheeks and I tasted blood in my mouth. He jammed himself deeper and deeper into my poor, maltreated posterior, harder and harder, grunting with each thrust. My pussy was drooling wet; my clitoris was excited and erect, and absolutely bursting with frustration. The weight of his body was pressing me into the table, and each time he lurched forward I got a jolt of electric pleasure in my clit.

I felt him come in my asshole, his big dick twitching back there as he pumped into me, his bony hips pressed hard against my buttocks. He held me like that, frozen in ecstasy, for a long long moment, and then he was done.

He pulled his cock suddenly out of my ass and released my face, letting me fall gasping to the floor. I lay there in a pool of alcohol and green sugar-water, wheezing and coughing violently, my grey sweat pants around my ankles. I even threw up a little bit, and spit blood onto the linoleum.

Karl got dressed quickly and efficiently, and left me like that, prone and twitching, pants around my ankles. He went to the bathroom to take a piss, and I heard him flush. Then he was gone.

Eventually I got up, cleaned up the mess, and poured myself another drink with shaking hands. I lay down on the couch and ate a grilled cheese sandwich and half-watched Mexican soap operas with the sound turned off, people going through the flamboyant motions of life, love, and scandal, as Karl’s semen slowly leaked out my asshole.

I had bruises on my ass, bruises on my face, and my anus was sore and tender. I fell asleep there, in a little puddle of his liquefied come, with the television on.

I didn’t get off then, but I did later.

I masturbated that night to an incredibly intense orgasm, fingers crammed up my pussy and gliding over my clit, replaying the whole scene that morning over and over in my mind in vivid Technicolor, slowing down and zooming in on the juicy details. It was the kind of orgasm that wracked my entire body, seemed to go on and on forever, cresting and then building cresting again, and when it was done my thighs were weak and empty and my fingers were coated in my own sticky come.

I compose and collect and revise, I cut and paste and borrow and steal and revise again, slowly filling up the thumb drive, and I wait and wait, and I wonder when Karl the Plumber will visit me again.

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Midterm Maelstrom (a Pick-Your-Own-Poison Adventure)-1

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It is Tuesday night, and that crucially important midterm paper is due at ten o’clock on Thursday morning, a deadline that Professor Sullivan has been emphasizing for weeks now, and in no uncertain terms. A hard, sharp, non-negotiable deadline. You have sort of started writing the paper; ‘started’ in the fuzziest sense of quantum mechanics.

You haven’t been properly laid all semester, and when your cell phone rings, your clitoris positively twitches with anticipation. Maybe it is Tomas calling. Tomas, your high school boyfriend, who is now a continent away, studying volcanology at the University of Washington. His sex life is equally non-existent. He is in the same horny and frustrated boat that you are. Perhaps he could be coaxed into another hot and steamy phone-sex session. Maybe he could even be convinced to do some webcam action with you. Your pussy salivates slickly into your panties at the thought.

But no, it is just your friend Sacchidananda calling to see if you want to go with her and her boyfriend Paul to a party over at Schrödinger’s Cat House.

Do you go out with them?

*if YES: go to 8

*if NO: go to 21

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You are standing behind Lara, out on the back porch. The back yard is overgrown with tall grass and weeds: the physicists and future Nobel laureates who live at Schrödinger’s Cat House have more important things to do than mow the lawn. Things like modifying Axis and Allis for invaders from Mars and time travel rules.

It is sort of chilly out here. It takes a second for your eyes to adjust, for you to see what Lara is pointing at.

Professor Sullivan is out back, leaning against the trunk of a big old maple tree. His shirt and jacket are still on, but his trousers are around his ankles. Mike Gauss, the football jock, is kneeling in front of him, stark naked, pale in the dim starlight.

As you watch, Mike lavishes his tongue up and down Professor Sullivan’s erection, cupping his balls, and finally opening his mouth wide and swallowing his cock. Sullivan’s hands are on Mike’s head, gripping his short brown curls, forcing his head all the way down into the professor’s crotch. All the way over where you are, on the porch, the sighs and slurps and gurgles are fully audible.

“That is so hot!” you whisper in Lara’s ear, and she nods emphatic agreement. She is standing so close to you that you can feel her body heat. Your fingers meet and intertwine. You find yourself suddenly switched fully on, turned up to eleven. You wonder just what exactly Lara has got going on underneath those baggy blue jeans and that oversized t-shirt with the caption “Mmmm… Pi”

Mike’s head is bobbing up and down like an animated GIF. Lara squeezes your hand. Her wide hips press up against your own, and you become intensely aware of the beating of your heart. You can feel your pulse in your clitoris, and you squeeze your thighs, mashing your juicy labia together, further exciting your horny clit.

Suddenly Professor Sullivan pulls his cock out of Mike’s mouth. He has a long and skinny penis; Mike’s equipment looks to be smaller but more aesthetic. Sullivan starts slapping Mike across the face with his wet dick; back and forth, back and forth.

“I wonder what his locker room buddies would say if they could see him now!” you muse out loud. The hot moistness between your legs is quickly becoming intolerable, and the fact that Lara Cunningham is pressed up against you is not helping matters.

“I wouldn’t mind watching him and his locker room buddies going at it” Lara says. Her hand has somehow slipped up inside your skirt and is softly stroking your bum underneath your green-and-red striped panties. It feels nice, and you press yourself harder against her. “I bet they get into all kinds of antics in there they don’t tell us about…”

Out under the big maple, there is some argument going on. Professor Sullivan doesn’t want to; Mike insists. Finally Mike wins out, and Sullivan digs a condom out of his jacket pocket, tears open the package, and rolls the latex sleeve down his long, skinny dick.

You raise your arms over your head, and Lara, on cue, lifts your grey cami up and off, tossing it aside. The night air is cool and makes your already sensitive nipples stand up like high beams. She kisses you, hard and aggressive, like a boy would kiss, only with softer lips.

Now the professor is down on his knees, licking Mike from behind, stroking his thick cock. You watch enviously, but distractedly, because Lara is in the process of removing your skirt and panties. It feels wild to be naked like this, under the stars, as Lara touches and kisses you up and down your body.

Professor Sullivan gets up, looking faintly ridiculous naked from the waist down, still wearing his ugly brown suit jacket, and slides his condom-sheathed cock between Mike’s taut butt cheeks. You get down on your knees at Lara’s direction. You can smell her excitement through her jeans, feel the heat of her pussy near your face.

There is a loud moan as Sullivan penetrates Mike’s ass. Both guys are crooning, groaning, grunting. They’d better keep it quiet, you think, if they don’t want to wake up the whole neighborhood with their fucking.

You are fingering your own pussy now. Your boobs are hanging down, swaying with every motion. You are shockingly wet between your legs, your thighs are sticky with your own juice.

Professor Sullivan is pounding Mike from behind. You idly wonder what that long, skinny dick would feel like in your own ass. Mike seems to be taking it admirably well, back arched like a cat, humping back against the professor.

“I think Mike’s going to get an ‘A’ this semester,” Lara whispers in your ear. Mike may be a jock, but he is no meathead; you are pretty sure he is quite capable of earning an ‘A’ without taking it up the butt from the professor. But you don’t say anything, because Lara has begun tracing her fingers up and down your slippery, excited pussy, and the feeling is exquisite.

When her wandering fingertip finds your anus, you jump. She doesn’t ask permission, but permission is freely given. Her burrowing finger feels strange and erotic back there, invading you from behind.

You are rubbing your own clit right now, riding a wave of pleasure. Lara’s tongue finds your anus, licking, darting inside and all around. You don’t know if you’ve ever been this wet before in your entire life. Her finger (or is it fingers now?) returns to your hyper-excited asshole, plunging inside, aggressively entering and stretching you. The feeling is out of this world.

How many fingers has she got going on in there now? Lara is finger-fucking your asshole hard and deep, and you can just barely stand it; the feeling is weird and uncomfortable and just this side of painful, and it is driving you hard onto a massive orgasm.

You are rubbing your clit in time with her fingers sodomizing your tender asshole, you can hear her panting and grunting with the effort. Your poor pummeled anus feels like a lotus blossom, the center of the universe. Your face is pressed hard into the wide wood slats of the porch. Your orgasm goes off like a hydrogen bomb, wracking your body, curling your toes, making you cry out with the pure intensity of the pleasure. Lara fucks your ass throughout, only stopping when you collapse, a sweaty, flushed, quivering mass of flesh on the back porch floor.

She grins at you like a big, self-satisfied cat. Out back, Mike and Professor Sullivan have gotten off and are cuddling gently under the tree.

“May I do you now?” you ask shakily.

“Some other time Babe,” Lara says, “I’ve got a paper to write.”

She leaves you alone, and you get hurriedly dressed, retrieving your scattered clothes from across the porch before Mike and the Professor come back inside. Your anus is tender and buzzing, your pussy is sopping wet, and there is a big goofy smile on your face that just won’t go away.

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Leaving your little grey cami on for the time being, you pull off your skirt and panties, tossing them aside, and lean up against the tree, legs spread apart, presenting your posterior invitingly for him. Professor Sullivan rolls the condom down his long, skinny dick, and comes up behind you, nuzzling your neck, and teasing the outside of your pussy with the end of his dick.

He rubs his latex-covered cock up and down the length of your slit until you are the one who is moaning with desire. He spreads your cheeks apart, exposing your moist ass to the cool night air.

“Are you ready for it?” he breathes in your ear.

“Yes!” you exclaim, antsy with lust and impatient anticipation.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he slides his cock up your drooling pussy, until he is all the way inside and his wiry pubes are pressed up against your bare ass.

He fucks you and you fuck back against him, finding a rhythm, savoring the excruciating pleasure under the dome of unblinking stars. It starts slowly, then accelerates, faster, wilder, until both of you are out of control, fucking like pagans on Beltane eve.

His finger finds your asshole and slips up inside your tight anus, pushing buttons and driving you past the brink. As his cock fucks your pussy and his finger invades your ass, you come, snarling and writhing, fucking back against him with everything you’ve got, crying out into the night air.

You feel him feel him thrust hard one last time, and then you feel his cock pulsate inside the condom, and with a drawn-out raspy gasp, he comes inside you, pressed tight up against your rear end, squeezing your breasts tight and panting in your ear.

He is out of breath. He fumbles his pants back on, still wheezing.

“Ok, alright. That was fantastic!” he says as he tucks his shirt in, “Did you get to come too?”

The spent condom lies discarded in the tall grass, leaking semen. One of you should probably pick it up and throw it away. Your pussy is deliciously juicy and tender, and you are still pleasantly high on the post-sex endorphins.

“Now don’t think that just because we’ve had sex you automatically get an A… Though I suppose after this I could hardly give you worse than a B+!”

Professor Sullivan, you think, is kind of a jerk. Kind of a douche bag, really. Perhaps you should get back to your dorm and buckle down on that paper. Now that the itch has been scratched.

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