0 comments/ 35725 views/ 1 favorites Housewarming By: Cirrus Sometimes I wish I had a few more friends. In my little circle, there’s only my boyfriend Mike, my girlfriend Jessi who’s fine when she’s not drinking, her friend’s brother Tom, whom I’ve known over half my life and can get a little on the loopy side more than I’d like, and my occasionally tolerable ex-room mate. Oh…and Mary. How could I have forgotten Mary? Mary is a mutual friend of Mike and I, and even though we both like her and care for her a great deal, she’s an easy target for ridicule. She looks like a recently cloistered nun. While not unattractive, she doesn’t really appear approachable either. It’s no surprise that she ended up with that insufferable closet homosexual of a husband of hers, Larry. Larry and Mary…it’s too perfect. She’s too perfect. She’s holier than thou without trying to be holier than thou, and those are the worst kind. Mike and I spent a lot of time speculating that what she really needed was a good hard fuck. This is the story of how she got it…and a lot more. I had recently moved, and I had invited all my friends. Yep, all five of them. Jessi couldn’t leave her usual house full of kids, I didn’t dare ask Tom for fear of yet another disapproving look from his wife, and I’d rather die than invite my old room mate to a place where people might actually have fun. So that left Mike and Mary. Mike was a given…we spent every second we could together which wasn’t much between my class and full time job. Mary said she’d try to make it, which probably meant she had no intention of showing up. Fine by me…Mike and I would just have our own little party. Mike got to my apartment the evening of the “party”, bottle of wine in tow, and a few little party favors of his own. See, I’m a little bit kinky. OK, I’m a pervert, but he doesn’t seem to mind a bit. What started out as “do you ever like to play a little rough” had somehow evolved into his tying me to the bedpost, beating my ass until it was red with just about whatever was handy, ordering me to do whatever was his whim at the moment, and then fucking me until I cried. Not that I’m complaining. It adds a little spice to things…or something like that. He uncorked the wine, poured us both a glass, and sat down with me in front of the TV. Half a bottle of wine and a half hour of boring programming later, his hands started roaming, leaving my waist to cup my tit in his hand and stroke my nipple with his thumb until it was swollen under his fingers. He pulled me closer, his lips brushing the side of my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, silently giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. His mouth traced a slow, moist trail down my neck, meeting the apex of my shoulder where he bit down hard, knowing how much I love to be bitten. Mike took my hand and lead me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed straddling my thighs. He kissed me hard and long until I was rubbing my hips against him, wanting more. I love his kisses, his tongue against mine, caressing my lips. I imagine that tongue on my nipples or stroking my clit before he slides inside of me. I ran my hands over his ass, up his back and loosely laced one hand in his hair. His hand grabbed mine, and holding both wrists in one hand he held them over my head on the bed. I whimpered and strained against him, wanting to be taken and used any way he wanted. He wrapped his hands around mine on the slats of the headboard, my signal to keep them there, and ran his hands down my body, stopping to pinch my nipples. “Somebody wants to play tonight, don’t they?” he asked me with that devilish gleam in his eyes. Yes. I wanted very much to play. He got up and reached into the bag, grabbing the blindfold. “Yes or no? You want to see or not?” Again, yes. And then darkness as he tied the cloth securely over my eyes. I heard the rustle of the plastic bag again and the bite of the nylon rope around my wrists, tied tight enough to leave marks for hours. No silk scarves or fantasy here, Mike liked the real deal. He lashed the rope around the headboard and I twisted my wrists,probably giving myself rope burns but really not caring, and strained against the knot to see if he’d actually bound me. The rope didn’t give an inch. He flipped me over on my stomach roughly and then I heard the crack of the leather strap as loud as a gunshot in the small room, amplified since my hearing was all I had at the moment. The leather brushed against the soft flesh of my ass, down to my moistening pussy, and then came down hard on the back of my thighs. I felt the sweet sting run up my legs and my spine and tensed up for the next one. Two…a little harder than the last, this one connecting with my left ass cheek. That one would leave a mark. Three…the right this time as Mike’s hand caressed the rising welt on the other side and slipped between my thighs. He laughed when he felt the sticky wetness, humiliating me a little for being such a masochist…laughing because he knew he had me where he wanted me, and I wanted to be there. Four hit the back of both thighs and wrapped a little around my hip, feeling like it had cut but knowing it probably hadn’t. Five hit between the shoulder blades, leaving another red trail in its wake. Mike brought me to my knees and layed me back down from there, straddling my shoulders and slipping his cock into my mouth. I loved sucking him, licking the salty precum from the head of his stiffening cock, feeling him harden in my mouth, tracing my tongue along the veins and sucking him deep into my mouth. I wanted to grab his hips and pull him closer but the knots still held fast. I sucked harder and ran my mouth up and down his length as far as my neck would allow in my bound position until he was throbbing with each stroke of my tongue. He slid out of my mouth and kissed me again, harder, driving his tongue deep into my mouth. His finger drew slippery little circles around my hard clit as his teeth closed on my nipple hard enough to make me cry out and beg for more. He stroked me harder and I ground my hips into his hand and whimpered, pleading for him to fuck me, aching for his hard cock deep in me. He knelt between my thighs and rubbed the warm head of his cock against my wet and swollen pussy and pushed just the head in, then drawing back and giving me a little more, teasing me half delirious. Back, then a little more, then again, and then slowly, so slowly, all the way in. That first stroke is so good, his thickness stretching me and sliding against my slippery walls, sinking inside and hitting bottom. He fucked me slowly at first, easing almost all the way out and back in. I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting him in deeper, harder, more. I was going to get off fast tonight…he just felt so good. His hands slipped underneath my still warm ass cheeks, and he snickered a little when he felt the heat his lashes had produced. This put me in the perfect, helpless position to be fucked as hard as he wanted and all I could do was lock my legs around the back of his thighs and hold on for the ride, and that’s just what I did. That would in turn explain why no one heard the knock at the door. I have no idea how she got in, we’re usually so careful about things like that. In a new place, you can never be too sure of anything, though. Maybe the door stuck, maybe the lock didn’t click…it doesn’t matter anymore. All I know is as soon as I “felt” a presence in the room, I was greeted by the loudest female scream I’ve ever heard in my life before, and probably since. It seemed that Mary had decided to, how do you say, join the party after all. She bolted from the room and Mike just gave me that “now we’re fucked” look. Well, yeah we were fucked. Can you say busted? He tossed on his pants and shirt, once the initial shock wore off and that feeling of being completely and totally screwed with nothing left to say set in. He found Mary in the kitchen looking like she’d just seen Jesus. “I’m sorry…I didn’t…umm”, was the best she could muster up. Mike did his best to try the old nonplussed, angry approach. “Don’t you knock??” He shot at her. “Well, I did but…I figured someone would be home, after all, Erin DID invite me, and when no one answered…” She had a point there. I’d have probably done the same thing. “I just didn’t know I’d find you guys, my two best friends, doing things I’m still not allowed to watch.” “You’re jealous, that’s all”. Another hit below the belt by Mike. What the hell was he trying to prove anyway? If he got her pissed off, she’d run and tell everyone and probably sketch it out for them besides. “We’re getting laid and you’re not”. “What on Earth would give you that idea? Larry and I have a very healthy relationship, I’ll have you know. We’ve been trying to conceive and we both enjoy the process”. “Process? You can’t even say sex…just goes to prove you’re not having any.” Mike shut up, I was thinking…and when you’re done hanging us could you please untie me? “What you two were doing is not sex, it’s…it’s…” “Enjoyable as all hell…you should try it sometime.” He’d had enough. Mike turned to leave the room and hoped Mary would take the hint. It was a losing battle anyway. “And how do you know I haven’t?” That one threw me. Get Mary angry, and there’s a whole new, smart mouthed side of her that impressed even me. That took Mike aback too…he had no retort for that one. Instead he grabbed her roughly and kissed her. Had I not STILL been tied, I would have killed him. Now I’m glad I didn’t. She pushed him away and made a move to slap him until he grabbed her wrist. “That’s how I know. But tell me you didn’t like that…it’s about time a man touched you.” That really got her going. She brought the other hand up to take another shot at him, and he had that one in a death grip in that same moment, letting go of the other and wrenching her arm behind her herding her into the bedroom. “I’ve always wanted 2 women at once anyway…if I have to take one against her will, then so be it. But if you’ve done this before, then that shouldn’t be any problem, should it Mary?” She was fighting back tears, but she could have left. Mike wasn’t holding her that hard anymore, and actually forcing a woman just wasn’t him. But she didn’t leave. Instead she stood and surveyed my body, the red welts, nice tight knots that held me, fascinated but scared to death. Mike motioned toward the bed and she stared at him blankly…he gestured a little more sternly and she tentatively got on. He grabbed the other length of rope he kept around for special occasions and her other hand joined the first, bound tightly behind her back. He pushed her down onto her stomach, her head turned away from me and took the blindfold from my eyes and put it on her. I had no idea what he had in mind, but he looked like he knew what he was doing. That done, he untied my hands. I watched, not sure what to think, as he hurriedly but gently stripped our friend. I made a mental note that he was probably right, I did have a hell of a body. Mary couldn’t compete with me…how can anyone that thin have stretch marks? Mike stripped off his clothes again and laid down gently on Mary’s back. I could see her tense up immediately. He was gentle and considerate of her, so much that I was starting to get more than a little uncomfortable, kissing and sucking on her neck and reaching his hand around her to rub her tiny nipples. She seemed to relax a little at this treatment, and he found his fingers more than damp when they reached her pussy and parted the lips. She whimpered a little and shifted her hips to try to give him a better reach. Never missing a stroke he reached down and grabbed his belt, looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. Jealousy aside, this I had to see. Slowly, as not to startle her he got onto his knees, one hand massaging Mary’s back as the other drew back and swung. The first swat landed squarely on her ass. She screamed like someone had shot her. “Quiet. Erin has neighbors, you know. Please don’t ruin our evening more than you already have”. “I’m sorry…” Mary choked out past the fear and likely, arousal as well. “Not half as sorry as you’re going to be” as the second stroke hit squarely on Mary’s right thigh. Another scream. “Dammit, what did I say?” Mike admonished her as he drew back again and the leather laid into her flesh probably twice as hard as it had ever contacted mine. That had to have hurt. I was glad for it, but with the harder stroke came an even louder scream. Mike rolled her over on her back and he untied and then retied her in the same position I had been in. “We can’t have this, Mary. You’re going to wake the dead.” He rubbed the head of his half hard cock against her lips and she turned her head like she’d never sucked a dick before. Who knows, maybe she hadn’t. He wasn’t giving up though, not moving a bit. Mary finally resigned herself to her fate and opened her mouth just a little, just enough for Mike to get the head of his cock between her lips. She hesitantly took him into her mouth and I saw her cheeks flex inward just a little as she sucked on him. He reached over and turned my head in their direction, wanting me to watch. Strangely, watching another woman suck off my boyfriend was having an effect on me, and he noticed this too, rubbing and pinching my erect nipples and then moving lower to stroke my clit the way he knew I loved to be touched. It took her a while to get him hard, but she managed. Just when she found a rhythm he seemed to like, he withdrew from her lips. “You know, you deprived Erin of a good cum earlier. I think you should make it up to her.” It was clear by her body language, or rather lack of, that she was going to require a little persuasion. Hell, I might require a little persuasion. “Come on Mary…eat her. Lick her pussy. Make her cum. Hard. I know you know how; who could eat pussy better than another woman?” Mary tentatively lowered her head between my thighs and we both tensed up in nervousness and apprehension. I looked at Mike and he smiled his approval, reassuring me some. Mary, on the other hand, needed a little more coaxing. Simply trying to talk her into it just hadn’t done the trick. Mary was squatting on the bed and Mike laid down under her so she was essentially sitting on his face. He tongued her slowly, very slowly, up the length of her slit, over her clit and back down again. She squirmed just a little, though she tried not to let him see. He had seen though, and felt, her response to his expert tongue stroking her. He grabbed onto her hips, raising her up a little so that she couldn’t get the contact she wanted and teased her, just barely touching her, until the only sounds coming from her mouth were “please” and incoherent monosyllables. This gave Mike another opportunity to humiliate her. “You like that?” he taunted her. “Bet Larry never does this, huh? Or never does it this good. Are you going to cum?” Just a little whimper escaped Mary’s lips. “Yes or no? Want me to make you cum?” She didn’t want to have to say it. To admit it would be admitting she liked being eaten by a man that wasn’t her husband, that she liked being forced to lick another woman’s pussy, to admit that she liked sex in general. But she couldn’t take the teasing any more. “YES!!!” finally came as her answer. Mike just ate it up, literally. “Good. I’ll give you what you want. I’ll make you cum so hard you pass out…on one condition. You don’t cum until Erin does…now enjoy your dinner.” And he continued to tease her, taking her right to the edge and back again, but she must have known he meant it because the next thing I felt was a soft, barely there but yet unmistakable stroke of a tongue lapping my stiff little clit. Had I not been as horny as I was been all night, I would have balked at the though, instead, I was able to just close my eyes and enjoy the sensation, regardless of who provided it. Mary’s tongue didn’t feel too different from Mikes at all, maybe smaller and a little gentler. I could tell when he had her close to orgasm, she’d lick me hard and rhythmically, almost enough to get me there too, but when he backed off, so did she. Finally, she found the exact spot that gets me off and I grabbed onto her hair, my signal to Mike not to let her stop. He increased his pace then too, and I opened my eyes to watch this final, ecstatic moment but I couldn’t keep them open for long when I had one of the hardest climaxes in recent memory. I drove my hips into Mary’s reluctant mouth and held on until the last tremor had subsided. Just afterwards, I saw Mike slip his tongue into Mary and she came with a keening cry, almost his name but almost gibberish at the same time. Mike had indeed lived up to his promise, I think she almost did pass out. She choked back her tears afterwards, ashamed that she been “involuntarily” forced to have an orgasm at Mike’s hands. It would be the first of many, but that’s a story for another time. At that moment, we had something, uh…bigger…to deal with. Mike was the only one that hadn’t cum yet, and probably the one that most deserved it. After all, once he did, his life would likely be ruined, so he deserved a good one. I had been laying in his arms, basking in the remainder of the pleasure I had just gotten when his hands started roaming over my body and I could feel his erection against my ass. I pressed back into him, throwing one leg over the both of his, getting into the rhythm of a slow, circular grind against his hard cock. He rolled over and grabbed a tube of lubricant and spread some over his fingers. He rubbed his slippery fingers in the crack of my ass, and I raised my leg a little to give him better access. Slowly one finger was in, then two, stroking in and out just a little bit at a time. I moaned and pushed back against him and I felt his third finger at the tight entrance of my butt. I squirmed against his hand, wanting more, and when he asked if I was sure I just nodded yes. Do it. As gently as he could, he slid that third finger against the other two, and then all the way inside. It felt so good! The line between pleasure and pain was so thin I couldn’t tell if it was pleasurable pain or painful pleasure and I didn’t care. I’d never been so full, or had my signals so crossed in my life. Just as slowly as he had inserted them, Mike removed his fingers, grabbed a tissue and cleaned himself and then me. Mary had watched the whole thing, completely in shock that you could even do that, much less like it. He commanded Mary to roll over on her stomach, and she protested, obviously knowing what he had in mind and not wanting any part of it. Still, she didn’t have a choice. She was going to atone for her intrusion and give Mike the cum he deserved, one way or another. Finally she relented, but tightened every muscle in her body at the slightest touch of Mike’s hand on her butt. He tried reasoning with her, telling her the more tense she was, the more it would hurt, and that if she relaxed she might actually like it. I have to give her credit, she tried to relax but it just wasn’t happening. It appeared that she was going to make this more difficult than it had to be, not only for herself but for everyone. Mike sat astride her thighs, as he applied more lube to his hand, and some to Mary’s ass. She felt his fingers at her tight back door and almost screamed from fear alone. Mike, instead of comforting her said “No matter how gentle I am, this is going to hurt. How much is up to you.” As he slipped one finger inside of her. She yowled and grabbed onto the sheets, and he stayed still for a minute or two, trying to let her get used to it. When she seemed that she had relaxed a little, he introduced another finger. Mary gripped the sheet even harder and clenched her teeth. “Mary, relax,” Mike tried to reassure her. “It doesn’t have to be this bad. You saw how Erin likes it…you just have to get used to it.” I could see the muscles of his hand flex as he wriggled his fingers a little inside her, trying to stretch the inner muscles out. He quickly slipped his third finger in before she could complain too much, and then just stayed still for a while. Housewarming We were throwing the party of the year. Me and three friends had moved into an apartment together, the first time the other three had ever lived away from their parents. I had lived by myself before, so I was used to it, but they wanted to celebrate. I've never refused an opportunity to get ridiculously wasted, so I enthusiastically helped make plans and invite people. The afternoon before the party, we had enough alcohol and weed to last us a while. Jello shots and seven six packs of beer in the fridge (the only things in there so far), five bottles of liquor in the freezer, four massive blunts, and two nickel bags. It was a Wednesday night, the night off from the bar where I work, and I planned to make the most of it. The four of us took Jello shots and smoked a blunt before the guests arrived, toasting the beginning of a year of being together. Needless to say, we were all fucked up by the time the party got going, but everyone soon caught up. There were maybe about forty people milling around in different rooms, all holding a drink in their hand and usually passing around a pipe or some sort of smoking apparatus. I was standing in the kitchen with a group of people, smoking out of my bong, when I first saw her. She had long, straight, silky black hair that contrasted beautifully with her green eyes. She was slim, but not boyishly so. She was wearing a white halter top and tight, tight jeans that showed off her cute butt perfectly. Definitely not boyish in the least. I had never seen her before, and I couldn't stop looking. She was so gorgeous. I watched her take a hit from a joint and, still holding the smoke in, take a shot. She exhaled slowly, the smoke curling sensuously around her lips. Her eyes met mine through the smoke and she smiled slowly. I gave her the same smile and was rudely interrupted by someone tapping me on the shoulder. "It's your hit," they said. We continued flirting with our eyes the whole night, never speaking to each other. Sometimes she'd have her back to me and every once in a while she'd look over her shoulder, smile, and return to her conversation. I was more high than drunk, but eventually I had to pee. I pushed my way past a group of people taking a shot, heading towards the main bathroom. I went inside and closed the door, making eye contact with her right before the door clicked shut. I turned around and walked towards the toilet when I heard the door open behind me. I turned around, ready to tell whoever it was that the bathroom was occupied. I was cut off by her lips, pressed against mine. Not breaking the kiss, she kicked the door shut. She gently pushed her tongue between my lips and I moaned into her mouth as our bodies melted into each other. She moaned back and ran her hand down my back, coming to rest on my ass. She pressed my hips into hers and I slipped my left thigh between her legs, pressing it against her pussy. She pushed her thigh up into my pussy and grabbed onto my right thigh, pulling it kind of up and around her. Soon we were moaning and humping each other's legs desperately, my hands tangled in her hair. I shoved her against the wall, gasping before kissing her passionately and rubbing my entire body hard against hers. She pushed herself away from the wall and did the exact same thing to me that I had just done to her. I grabbed the front of her shirt, such as it was, and pulled her down, so she was on top of me on the floor. My hips kept rising against hers unconsciously, and using her feet, she spread my legs wider. Our ankles and feet rubbed against each other as she slowly began rubbing her pussy against mine, her legs rubbing the insides of my thighs. The door opened and someone started walking in before realizing what was on the floor. We stopped and looked at her while she said drunkenly, "Oh shit. Sorry," and hurriedly walked out. My girl got up and locked the door. "There," she said, turning around to look at me, still lying on the floor with my legs spread. She looked me up and down slowly as I looked back at her, lips parted slightly and breathing heavily. As she got back on top of me she moaned, "You're so turned on," and kissed me again. I took her hand and pressed it against my stomach, slowly sliding it down into my jeans. Her breathing quickened, as did mine. My jeans were too tight to allow two hands in there, so I unzipped them and slipped her hand the rest of the way in there, underneath my thong. We both moaned as her palm cupped my bare, shaved pussy. "Can you feel my pussy throbbing?" I half asked, half moaned. She moaned and slipped a finger inside me slightly. I hissed and jerked my hips up, desperate for her to go deeper. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side. Taking my hint, she almost tore her clothes as she took them off. There was no soft, romantic removing of each other's clothes. This was pure animal lust. When we were naked she practically fell on top of me, our hands frantically moving over each other's breasts, stomach, arms, everywhere. Our slightly sweaty bodies moved together, spreading our pussy juice over each other. My legs came up until my knees were almost touching my chest, my feet pressing against her thighs. She pulled back and knelt over me, her hand sliding down between my breasts and down my stomach as I squirmed and moaned. She leaned on her elbows between my legs and licked my pussy once with the flat of her tongue, making me cry out. Her tongue was so warm and wet against my pussy I felt like I was going to come right then. "Mmm," she said. "You taste so sweet." She spread my pussy lips wide with both of her hands before making one long lick from my pussy hole to my clit. I've never felt more exposed to anyone, my pussy wide open for her to see. It turned me on even more. She started lapping at my swollen, throbbing clit. My thighs clenched around her head. She looked up at me and sucked my clit into her mouth gently, then slowly increased the intensity. I arched my back, my moans becoming more desperate. She slid her hands under my ass and pressed me in, her face pushing against me while she sucked on my clit. I grabbed her head and began crying out, my hips jerking in time with each cry and wave of unbelievable pleasure. I started coming down and ground my pussy against her face as I felt the pressure in my pussy diminish slowly. Finally I let go of her head and relaxed, gasping for breath. She crawled up until we were face to face and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I want to go down on you," I said, holding her head in my hands. I flipped her over and ran both my hands over her breasts and down her stomach. She moaned and arched her body wherever my hands passed over. My hands slid over the soft skin of her inner thighs, feeling them tremble under my fingers. I knelt in front of her and, tucking my hair behind my ear, ran my tongue along the edge where her pussy and thigh meet. She moaned and reflexively straightened her legs to either side of me, as I did the same to the other side. Using the tip of my tongue, I drew random lines and shapes all over her pussy, from top to bottom, side to side while she continued to squirm and moan. I slowly stuck my tongue inside her pussy, pressing my nose against her clit and the area around it. My body shivered as I felt her pussy contracting and throbbing around my tongue and against my face. I slid my tongue out and sucked on her inner lips, gently biting them. I moved onto her outer lips, sucking each one into my mouth and licking it with the flat of my tongue simultaneously. I stopped sucking on her outer lips and moved up, my tongue still flat against her pussy. I pressed her clit with my tongue, then circled it with the tip of my tongue, at the base of her clit. She cried out and jerked her hips up into my face, a sticky line of her pussy juice extending between her pussy and my lip. I licked it off, savoring the taste, and went back to work, flicking her clit first on one side, then the other, then straight on. Her thighs clenched around my head, then she slid one leg up my cheek until her knee was pointed towards the ceiling. I pushed her hood completely back from her clit and continued flicking my tongue over it rapidly. When it seemed like she was just on the verge of coming, I took her clit in my mouth and sucked on it, shaking my head back and forth. She threw her head back and arched her entire body, her muscles tensed and shaking as she fought to hold in her screams. I felt her clit pulsing in my mouth, eventually slowing down until she was quiet and relaxed. I gave her pussy one last lick and slid my body up hers, kissing her slowly. We kissed like that for a minute and then I got up, saying, "We better let these people use the bathroom now." She agreed and we pulled on our clothes, taking breaks to give each other a sweet kiss on the lips. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and asked, "What's your number?" With a little laugh she added, "What's your name, actually?" I gave them to her and after fixing our hair, we walked out of the bathroom like nothing had ever happened. Housewarming Tanya was so excited. She'd just finished one of the major renovations to her new home. She had turned one of the basement bedrooms into a sauna. The conversion didn't take much really. It was a daylight basement so she had added some French doors and sheer drapes to one wall providing an open entrance to the patio outside. She'd brought the flagstone flooring in from the patio and used it in the room. The walls were also stone with a rich, warm wood trim. There was ensconced lighting all over providing illumination but little in the way of real light. There was a main overhead light if she needed it but she'd left it off for tonight. A shower head was placed in the wall to her left and was left completely open to run until she turned it off. A drain in the floor kept the water from pooling at her feet. To her right was her happiest addition. A giant twelve man tub. It was on a raised dais with a couple stairs that brought you to the four foot marble ledge that surrounded it. Wide enough to lay out on when the heat of the water got to be too much. Right now all it held was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice and a couple flutes. "I am so happy you guys could make it over. After dealing with all those contractors I really needed a dose of estrogen to keep from going crazy," Tanya said slipping out of her robe and underneath the shower. Mandy and Kayla were already in the hot tube soaking away their stress with appreciative little sighs. "Do you mind if I pop open this bottle Tanya?" "Not as long as you don't mind if I open the doors to get a breeze blowing through here." Without waiting for a response Tanya threw open the double set of French doors and stood bathing in the waning moonlight. She turned back to the other two with excitement, "we're going to get a storm tonight." A distant rumble of thunder echoed her statement as she joined the others in a glass of chilled champagne and a relaxing soak. Time passed slowly in the warm water but the storm moved in quickly as the girls enjoyed each others company talking and laughing. None of them noticed the figure silhouetted in the doors by a sudden flash of lightning. "Hello, ladies, "said the deep voice followed by startled shrieks from the girls. Tanya laughed when she recognized the intruder, "David!" She admonished, "You scared us!" And to the girls, "Kayla, Mandy this is David. He's one of my new neighbors." Kayla and Mandy murmured their hellos. David lived down Tanya's immense drive-way and across the road in his own house. He worked at the local hospital and had met Tanya there when her baby sister had to go in for stitches. It was just a small conversation but Tanya couldn't shake it. She'd spent the last week telling Kayla and Mandy all about his perfect body and handsome face. His smile and laugh made the girls instantly comfortable. "Would you like to join us, David?" "I'd love to but I didn't bring my trunks." "I'm sure that will be alright, won't it girls?" "Of course!" "David, swimwear is completely optional." Proving her point, Kayla slipped out of her navy Coach Bikini top. Tanya and Mandy were quick to follow. David's eyes bugged a little but he wasted no time stripping out of his fitted t-shirt and ass hugging jeans. He showered off rapidly, not at all ashamed of his large erection. He turned towards the sound of laughter and was hit with three different bikini bottoms. They all laughed as a black string bikini hung itself upon his cock. "Ringer!" Tanya shouted, "What do I win?" Smiling, David removed the last piece of offending material and joined the girls in the hot tub. He let out a little moan as he settled in the water. Kayla, Tanya and Mandy slid through the water like sirens coming to rest near David. Tanya kneeled between his legs with her hands on his knees. Kayla and Mandy sat comfortably on either side of him stroking his shoulders and running their fingers through his shaggy hair. "So, what is my prize?" Tanya asked smiling slyly. "What do you want?" Tanya thought for a moment and threw a questioning glance to both Mandy and Kayla. The Cheshire grins she received let her know they were game for whatever she could come up with. "I want you to kiss my neck while you watch these lovely girls kiss behind me," Tanya finally decided. Kayla and Mandy left David's side and met up a short distance from him. Mandy brushed a small strand of Kayla's damp hair way from her face. That hand trailed down her neck, across her shoulder, down her arm to her waist. Kayla shuddered slightly. Mandy grabbed Kayla's waist and pulled her close so their nipples brushed each other and hardened in anticipation. Mandy laid a gentle kiss on Kayla's mouth. Kayla responded with a sigh and parted her lips. Mandy took the invitation and ran her pink tongue across Kayla's bottom lip, tasting her. Mandy darted her tongue between Kayla's lips, thoroughly exploring her. David and Tanya watched in admiration as the two tongues danced and the girls moaned. Tanya maneuvered herself until she was sitting in David's lap. She could feel his swollen cock pinned against her hip. "My turn," she whispered. David drew his eyes away from the action long enough to tilt Tanya's head to the side and brush her red hair out of the way. He started slow, licking the salt and steam off of her skin, enjoying the flavor. Tanya sighed and relaxed against him. He ran one of his large hands up her back, the base of her neck, and grabbed a large handful of her hair. He jerked her head back, exposing her throat more. Tanya gasped in surprise but arched her back in pleasure. David latched on to her neck, biting and sucking, keeping his hand tight in her hair. His other hand rested on her hip, keeping her pulled tight against him. Kayla and Mandy looked over when she moaned, anxious to take things further. They resumed their positions at either side of him. Kayla's hand crept to Tanya's large breasts, gently pinching her nipples. Mandy climbed up on the marble ledge behind David and started licking and nibbling on his strong shoulders. David smiled and pushed Tanya's head forward. "What's next," he whispered into her mouth. "You're choice," she trembled when he took her bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently. "I want you to kiss Kayla like you want to fuck me." Tanya lifted heavy, lustful lids and slid out of David's lap and straddled Kayla. Without hesitation she pressed her lips to Kayla's, demanding that the other red head open her mouth or be bruised. Kayla parted her pouty lips hungrily and met Tanya's tongue. Tanya braced herself, one hand on Kayla's shoulder, the other lost in her curls so she could rock her hips into Kayla's. Grinding into her gently while kissing her fiercely. Mandy spread her legs wide and pulled David's broad shoulders between them. "I'm feeling left out," she murmurs before tilting his head back and kissing him deeply. "Let me see what I can do to remedy that," David said spinning around to face Mandy. Rising up to his knees he took one of her large nipples into his mouth. Mandy tipped her head back with a small moan and trailed her hand down her stomach and between her legs. Finding herself slick and hot Mandy moaned her encouragement and David soon replaced her hand with his. David explored her gently with his fingers, gently palming her mound and pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. Mandy pushed her hips against his hand, begging for more with the soft sighs that escaped her lips. David rocked his hand slightly beginning a gentle rhythm. He watched the tension build in Mandy's body. He worked his fingers along her slit. Playing gently with the few curls that he found there. Slipping a finger between the folds of her pussy, David found her more than ready. Covering his fingers with her juices he whispered, "I want you to taste yourself." Mandy hesitated slightly but took his fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean. As she did so he dipped his head between her legs and lightly tongued her. She gasped and bit down gently on his fingers. Using his free hand he spread her lips and let his tongue dart out against her clit. Teasing it with his gently lapping. Withdrawing his hand from her mouth, David brought a finger to her core. He teased her entrance while he nibbled on her clit. Without warning he slid a finger inside her causing her to gasp and look at him in pleasant shock. When she relaxed upon his touch he withdrew it a little and then pushed it back in slowly enjoying the velvet feel of her. A heavy moan caused David to pause. He looked over to where Kayla and Tanya were sitting. Tanya had her fingers between Kayla's legs fucking her forcefully with three fingers. Pulling them out to the tips and then thrusting them back in brutally. Tanya dipped her head from Kayla's swollen mouth and took one of her tawny nipples between her teeth biting down slowly only stopping when Kayla whimpered. She let up a little and then used her tongue to flick back and forth over the nub. Kayla's moans became breathy and she sunk her hands into Tanya's hair pushing her face harder to her breast. Tanya released her grip from Kayla's nipple, "come for me, Kayla. Come all over my hand." Kayla lifted her hips in time to Tanya's thrusts. Tanya reached her other hand between Kayla's thighs and pinched her clit. Kayla cried out and shuddered as she came. Tanya stopped pinching and thrusting but kept the pressure there, forcing Kayla to ride the spasms. When Kayla quieted Tanya gently kissed her lips and poured some more champagne. David returned his attention to Mandy's pussy finding it hotter than before. He started moving his finger again. In and out and before long added a second. Mandy spread her legs wider, forcing his fingers deeper. He lapped at her, teasing licks meant to focus her. "David, you're driving me crazy," Mandy groaned, "keep it up and I'm going to-" David withdrew his fingers and placed his hands on the insides of her thighs forcing her legs open. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit and ran his nails along her thighs. Mandy cried out and sank her hands into his hair. "Oh god! David! I'm going to come!" With one last stroke of his tongue David brought Mandy into oblivion. He smiled against her pussy feeling her orgasm clench and release. He slid two fingers inside her and brought her again, Mandy's pussy tightened around his fingers trying to milk them like she would his cock. When Mandy stopped trembling David rose up out of the water and fisted his massive erection. Running his hand from the base, along the length of his shaft and around the head before sliding back again. Tanya watched the movement over the rim of the champagne flute and licked her lips. "Hey, Dan, come here a minute," she beckoned. Tanya set her glass on the edge and raised herself out of the water until it glistened and ran off her nipples. She smiled when David stood before her. His cock hung stiff and heavy but not as eager as it had been before. She grasped a hold of him pulling him closer, "I want you David, in my mouth and down the back of my throat." He groaned when she licked the head of him, tasting the sweet pre-cum the clung there, she licked him with soft caresses of her tongue feeling him grow harder with each stroke. When he was solid again she slid her lips around him, following along the underside of this shaft. Tracing his thick vein, easing sighs out of him. She sucked gently at first, taking her time, enjoying the sensation. She watched his skin flush with heat. He started to push his hips toward her, craving more contact, more pressure, and more stimulation. Tanya wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, holding him steady but allowing him room to move and trailed the other hand up his thigh to the heavy sack that hung between his legs. She caressed it gently, massaging and rubbing. She squeezed the hand around his cock and released. Tanya opened her mouth a little wider but kept her lips firm around him. She took him all the way until her face was nestled into the curls at his base. She smelled him then, inhaling deeply through her nose. She smelled the chemicals in the water but underneath was his scent. Slightly musky but very strong. The way a man should smell a smell that promised power and sex. David groaned when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. She kept him there enjoying the sensation of being filled. Slowly she slid him out, sucking her way back off of his shaft. David brought his hands to her hair to keep her from removing him completely and urged her back. He pushed his hips forward and she relaxed to take all of him. Closing her eyes to enjoy him. David withdrew a little and pushed back in. He was surprised when Tanya didn't protest. He continued to thrust into her mouth, slowly fucking her face. She purred around him, the vibrations humming through his hips, and he sped his tempo. She kept on hand on his knee for balance and the other gently stroking his balls. She could feel him getting closer to climax with each stroke. Opening her eyes she looked up at him, his eyes were closed, his brow furled in concentration. She squeezed his knee to get his attention. When he looked down she moved the hand from his sack to her nipples. She pinched them roughly until they both hardened. When they were straining against her fingertips she moved her hand down her stomach to her clit. She teased herself with light strokes, making herself wet. When she brushed up against her sensitive nub she closed her eyes and moaned around his dick. David watched as she pinched and flicked her own clit and let out a small sound when she slid a finger inside herself. He pulled his dick from her mouth. "Do that again," he commanded. Tanya withdrew her finger from her pussy and it glistened with something thicker than water. She slid it back slowly and moaned aloud. Kayla and Mandy looked on with interest, curious about where the situation would go. "Stand up," David said, "and turn around." Tanya stood in the water and turned to face the marble ledge of the tub. She bent slightly and reached out to grasp the ledge, spreading her legs slightly. David moved up behind her and spread her legs even more. He placed the head of his cock against her entrance. She moaned and pushed herself back onto him. He resisted slipping his dick inside her and ran it through her lips instead, feeling the warmth of her. When the tip slid easily along her slit he placed it at her entrance again. He grasped her hips and pushed into her with a smooth stroke. He gritted his teeth at her body's resistance to him. When he was all the way in he groaned, "God you're tight." Tanya twitched her hips, begging for more. He held her in place with his hands, refusing to move fore the moment, enjoying the feel of her. Tanya felt him inside of her; buried so deep little movements like breathing had him brushing against her cervix. When she couldn't take it anymore she clamped her muscles around him. David jerked in surprise; she moaned at the movement and pushed herself against him. David withdrew himself to the tip and thrust in again. He started slow, inch by gentle inch. Torturing her. He knew she was ready for a harsher rhythm but he wanted to enjoy it. He knew he would last long if he picked up the pace. Mandy left her spot in the tub and moved herself under and in front of Tanya. She spared a glance at David admiring the movement of his muscles under his skin before fastening her mouth to Tanya's kissing her roughly. David sped his rhythm up, getting deeper inside of her. Kayla moved to his side and took his face into her hands for a deep kiss. David thrust harder into Tanya and Mandy reached for her clit. Tanya gasped into Mandy's mouth at the new sensation. Mandy's fingers swirled in lazy circles around her, the pressure constant and smooth. David could feel the tension in Tanya's body and knew she was getting close. He reached out and grabbed her hair jerking her lower lip from Mandy's teeth and gave up all of his control. He pounded himself into her, taking her hard. Her breath came in ragged gulps and cries. "David!" She cried out when her body seized. She screamed over and over in pleasure as she spasmed. David could feel her muscles clench around him as she came, trying to bring him with her. It took every ounce of self-control and discipline he had from letting himself go deep inside of her and give into his own orgasm. When her cries stopped he pulled himself out of her. Tanya whimpered as she sank to her knees in the warm water. Kayla and Mandy joined her there. Helping her stay up right. "You didn't..." Tanya rasped. "No, I didn't. I wanted you all to watch." David fisted his cock again. Sliding his hand up and down its length. He took a step towards them. Tanya smiled when she realized what he wanted. She brushed her hair back over her shoulders and lifter her breasts in invitation. Mandy and Kayla followed suit and they all waited for him to shower them with his cum. David stroked himself a couple more times anxious to give them what they wanted. He rocked his hips into his hand and his body exploded in its own orgasm. He could feel the great pulses in his cock sending jet after jet of his cum onto the three red heads waiting for it. He covered them with his seed and sank into the water with a groan. Mandy brought him a glass of champagne, "that was quite the show." His come still glistening on her chest. He grinned weakly, "Yeah, it was a pleasure meeting you guys." They all rested in the warm water, finishing the champagne before hopping out to rinse each other off in the shower. "Well, I can't wait to see what happens when I get the kitchen finished," Tanya laughed. "I'll have to invite you all over for dinner." -Fin Housewarming I was on my fifth beer when I remembered that I was supposed to be at Penny's house. I took a final sip, rising from the table as I did, and set the tall, slender glass down in the watery ring its bottom had made upon the tabletop. "Sorry, guys," I said, wiping the back of my hand across my lips, "but I have to go." "Go?" Brenda asked. "Go where?" "The bathroom, most likely," Chuck quipped. "People don't apologize for needing to answer Mother Nature's call," Jennifer observed. "Tommy Clinton might," Chuck rejoined, "when he's had one too many and he's trying to be funny." "I really do have to go," I said. "I was supposed to be at my sister's place an hour ago. I totally forgot." Jennifer smiled at me. "Want some company?" I wouldn't mind the cutest English major in the Morrison College accompanying me on my mission of brotherly love--Penny had asked me to replace the batteries in her fire alarm; she had a cathedral ceiling in her house, and she was afraid of heights--but Penny wouldn't be expecting me to show up with someone else in tow. By now, with me an hour late, Penny might no longer be expecting even me. "Not this time, thanks," I said. Jennifer's lower lip turned under in the cutest pout. "Penny won't be expecting anyone else," I explained. "Maybe next time," Jennifer suggested. "Sure," I agreed, thinking there probably wouldn't be a next time. Just because Penny had rented a fabulous house a couple of blocks from the campus didn't mean either of us would want me spending a lot of time there. Penny, a fraternal twin, is three minutes older than I am and, although I'm a handsome guy, she's way better looking. "Gorgeous" only begins to describe her. No doubt, she had a boyfriend or two already, even though she'd just moved to Morrison, Missouri a few months ago. I left Jennifer smiling as she hoisted a frosty glass with a foamy head of beer, instead of frowning, and thought that maybe Penny's declaration that I had a way with women was true, after all; I'd always supposed that my sister had been merely teasing when she'd made that remark, a few years back, when we'd both been students at Timberlake High School in Huntsville, Alabama. As I walked across the campus, I thought might as well be even a few minutes later than I already was so I could stop by the campus bookstore and buy Penny a long-belated housewarming gift. A present might take a bit of the frost off her; no doubt, she'd be annoyed that I was over an hour late. Jennifer operated on a strict timetable. There was a place for every second in the day, she believed, and every second should be in its place. I saw a caladium, a plant that, I knew, Penny likes. Consulting my wallet, I saw I had just enough beer money left to make the purchase, and I bought the housewarming gift and hastened the rest of the way across the bustling campus, hurried along College Avenue, and, a few minutes after having left The Campus Pub, stood on the porch of my sister's house. I rang the doorbell. "You're late," Penny said, an eyebrow cocked like a loaded gun. I held the caladium up, a peace offering. "I stopped to buy you a housewarming present." "Thanks." She accepted the potted plant, and looked at me through its enormous leaves. "Judging by your breath, you stopped for more than a houseplant." "I had a beer or two," I admitted. "I forgot about--" "Let's not waste any more time." She handed me a key. "The stepladder's in the storage shed out back, and there's a battery for the smoke alarm on the coffee table." "I'll be done in a jiffy," I promised. Penny didn't say anything. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head, as if to say, You may be a college freshman, but you haven't changed a bit since your junior high school days. It took only a minute or two to change the battery. With a smile, I started down the stepladder, thinking of Jennifer. If I hurried, I might get back to the pub before she left, and we could share a beer--if she was buying, that is, which, I suspected, she would be, since she'd always been at least as hot to get into my pants as I am to get into hers. As I stepped down, to place my foot on the next rung, I saw something that made me lose my footing, and the ladder teetered. Cathedral ceilings are pretty high, and I was still closer to the top of the ladder than to the bottom--or even to the middle, for that matter. I got a sick, sinking feeling in my stomach as I imagined myself falling and breaking an arm or a leg. Fortunately, the ladder remained standing, and I was able to get a foot on the next rung. What I'd seen that had so arrested my attention as to make me careless in my descent was a photograph of my sister. It was a portrait such as I'd never seen before, and it took my breath away. Penny--my sister!--was nude. Not half-naked. Not draped in a blanket or a towel. Completely, stark, totally, absolutely, entirely nude! My eyes wide, my mouth agape, I hastened down the ladder, incautious again, despite my near fall, so much in a hurry I was to study her bare body up close. She was as beautiful in the photographic portrait as she was in the flesh. I stared at the wavy blonde tresses that framed her beautiful face; her big blue eyes; her slender, pert nose; her full, luscious pink lips; her delicate, pointed chin; her fine shoulders; her buoyant, full, round breasts, capped with puffy, rose-pink nipples; her slightly concave tummy, with a navel more like a dimple than a scar; her fuzzy blonde pubes; the cleft of her sex; her long, smooth, shapely thighs and calves; and her petite feet. The only charms she wasn't exhibiting in this most revealing portrait were her magnificent buttocks, and I wished I'd been treated to a sight of her firm, round bottom as well. Of course, I was fortunate to see her naked. I'd never dreamed of seeing my sister nude, especially in an oversize, framed photograph of such artistic quality that it was more like an oil painting than an image captured on film. Nevertheless, I longed to see my sister's awesome ass. My cock had become erect as soon as I'd realized that the beautiful nude woman I'd glimpsed from atop the stepladder was my own sister, Penny. I was so stiff with insistent lust that my prick actually hurt, and my balls ached. "Are you finished?" I almost jumped out of my skin to hear my sister's voice as I was ogling her in the nude--well, ogling a picture of her in the nude, at least, and I almost twisted my back turning as abruptly as I did, my erection, which was making a huge tent of the crotch of my jeans, forgotten in my panic. Had sis seen me staring at her naked picture? I blushed. Then, remembering my erection, which surely my sister must have noticed, I blushed even more deeply, feeling my cheeks warm. "Uh, yes," I mumbled, "I'm finished." Her eyes seemed to scan the front of my body, but, since she was across the room, standing in the doorway that led from the living room to a hallway, it was hard to tell for sure, and it may just have been my guilt and anxiety that had made me think she'd inspected me this way. If she had, though, she'd have seen my erection; there was no way she could overlook it if her gaze had dipped below my waist. She may have seen it, anyway, whether she'd looked below my belt or not. I'm big, after all--over eight inches--but, in my worried state, it seemed to me as if my cock were the size of a redwood tree. "Then maybe you won't mind moving the caladium upstairs for me? I want to put it on my balcony." "Glad to," I replied, wishing I could grab a throw pillow from her couch to hide my traitorous, stiff-standing cock. I picked up the potted plant and followed Penny down the hallway's burnished hardwood floor and up the stairs to the second floor, trying to keep my eyes off her ass and ordering my cock to return to its flaccid state as I went. Down, boy! I commanded, hazarding a quick glance at my groin. The bastard was still thick and hard and long enough to be seen from a distance of fifty feet or more. "Be careful not to spill," Penny called. At first, I thought she'd meant my sperm, but then I realized she was referring to the dirt in the caladium's pot. "I won't," I assured her. Not spilling the potting soil, I could handle; I wasn't so sure about my semen. It was no good telling myself not to check out my sister's ass. I couldn't look at anything else. Barefoot, Penny was wearing some skintight short shorts, and, it appeared, no panties, not unless they were thongs. There was no panty line, just smooth fullness that made my cock throb and my heart faint. I watched the cheeks alternately tighten and slacken as she ascended the stairs ahead of me. No doubt, her boobs jiggled with each step, too, beneath the thin, snug material of her halter top. It was a pity I was denied the sight of them, but her buttocks were glorious enough to occupy my thoughts as I followed her up the stairs. At the top, she said, "The balcony opens off the master bedroom." She opened the door for me, and I glimpsed the king-size bed, a dresser, and an open roll-top desk upon which were a computer, a monitor, a mouse and mouse pad, and a vase of fresh red roses. Probably the flowers had been a gift from one of her many admirers, I thought, surprised at the pang of jealousy that stabbed my heart. Penny was my sister, I reminded myself. It was none of my business whether she had a boyfriend or not. As I stepped past her, I saw her look down, and I blushed again, certain that, as close as we were now, she must have glimpsed my hard, jutting cock. However, she made no comment, pretending she'd noticed nothing. She slid past me, and I smelled her perfume, sweet but subtle, and felt one of her firm-soft breasts brush against my arm as the curve of her hip grazed my thigh. Penny slipped across the room, opening the French door. "You can put it there," she said, meaning the caladium, not my cock, nodding toward a wrought-iron table on the balcony. I set the plant where she'd indicated, catching a glimpse of my school's campus over the low rooftops of the stores along College Avenue. I couldn't make out any students or professors from this vantage point, and the trees and shrubs, in addition to some of the taller buildings that intervened between the school grounds and Penny's house, obscured part of the campus, but I could make out several of the college's halls and dorms and I could even see part of The Campus Pub. I thought about Jennifer. Penny turned the pot, eyed it, turned it a bit more, and nodded her approval. "Thanks, Tommy." "You're welcome." "Would you like something to drink?" I smiled. "Like what? Milk?" "A beer?" "You have beer in your house?" During our senior year at Timberlake, one of her girlfriends had been killed by a drunken driver. Later, our parents would be taken from us in the same way. Ever since, Penny had been a teetotaler, totally sold on the evils of alcohol. "I knew you were coming by, so I picked up a six pack." I shrugged. "That would be nice, sis." We stepped into the bedroom, and Penny closed and locked the door behind us. I turned toward the door and gasped, my eyes staring wide at the array of dildos and butt plugs my sister had on display inside a showcase that I hadn't been able to see from the doorway and hadn't noticed while struggling with the caladium. "What the hell?" I blurted, astonished at the sight. Penny giggled. "Sorry, Tommy. I guess I should have mentioned my little collection to you." Downstairs, Penny had a huge, framed photographic portrait of herself in the nude, and, here, in her bedroom, she had a display case full of dildos and butt plugs! What the hell was going on with my sister? I wondered. This sure as hell wasn't the Penny I knew. I looked at her, frowning, as I waited for an explanation. "How about that beer?" she asked, starting for the doorway. "Forget it." I took her wrist, and she stopped. "Care to explain those?" I asked, jerking my head in the direction of the artificial erections she installed under glass. "I'm of age, Tommy, just like you. I don't have to explain myself to anyone else, including you." I let go of her wrist. "Sorry. You're right. I have to admit, though, I'm curious as to why my sister--the shy, demure, barely-out-of-her-teens girl I knew--or thought I knew--would keep a collection of penises--" "Phalli," she said. "What?" "Phalli, not penises." "They look like dicks to me." "They're not, though. They're artificial dicks. In other words, phalli, or, more precisely, since they're erect--" she glanced at my crotch, which was still tented, and added, "like yours, dear brother--ithyphallic phalli." "Ithyphallic?" She smiled. "Erect phalli." "So, why are you collecting artificial erections?" "I like them." I shook my head, sure that I knew what Alice must have felt like when she'd first landed in Wonderland. "I also collect butt plugs," she declared, "for the same reason: I like them." "You like them?" I repeated lamely. She nodded, her smile widening. "They're sexy." "What's sexy about butt plugs and fake dicks?" This time, there was no mistaking the target of her gaze, as Penny stared directly at the bulge in the crotch of my jeans. "Don't you think yours is sexy?" she asked. I did, but there was no use in admitting this to Penny, I thought. I shrugged. "It's a dick." "A thick, hard, long cock is divine," Penny insisted. "A replica of the virile member not only deserves to be displayed in a place of honor, but it's also worthy of being worshiped." "I have to go," I said, but I made no move to leave. Penny was a much different than I remembered her, and a whole lot more fascinating. She was much sexier, too. I wanted to learn more about this new and improved version of my sister. "As you can see, my collection, although it's not nearly as big as I anticipate it will become and want it to be, includes phalli of various sizes and diameters of thickness. There's a variety of butt plugs, too, as you can see." "Very interesting," I muttered. "There are circumcised and uncircumcised phalli," she pointed out, "and phalli representing Asian, black, Caucasian, and American Indian men, some complete with big balls, and others with small ones. Some of the butt plugs are conical, others cylindrical, and still others a series of gradually enlarging spheres in descending order." "Fascinating." Penny continued, unaffected by my sarcasm. "They're made of silicone, latex, and even jade. Some of the butt plugs are in colors such as no man can boast--purple, red, blue, green, yellow--" "I really must be going, sis," I insisted. "Every one of them has been christened with my own cunt juices," she divulged, "some of the larger ones more than once." This admission silenced me. In fact, it damn near floored me. I made a quick count of the artificial erections. There were more than fifty of them. "You've been quite the busy little beaver, it seems," I quipped. For the first time in my life, I thought I knew how Alice must have felt after she'd fallen down the rabbit's hole, into Wonderland or how a traveler might feel when he realizes he's "just stepped into the Twilight Zone." Penny shared another, even more disturbing confession: "I didn't ask you to come here to change a battery in my smoke alarm." Suddenly, the air in her bedroom seemed very close. It was hard to breathe. "You didn't?" I croaked. Her constant smile became a grin. "No. I didn't." "Then why am I here?" I asked, but I thought I probably already knew the answer. "Can't you guess, Tommy?" She crossed the few feet between us and kissed me on the lips, firmly and insistently, not chastely, as she cupped my balls in her hand. "I'm tired of fucking myself with artificial cocks and stuffing butt plugs up my ass as I imagine it's you fucking me. I want the real thing." I drew away, shocked. "Penny, are you forgetting we're brother and sister?" She kissed my lips and squeezed my rigid prick through the tented crotch of my jeans. "No, Tommy," she answered, her voice soft and warm, like a gentle breeze, on my cheek. "I'm not forgetting." "I'm your brother, and you want to fuck me?" I asked, my voice incredulous. She glanced away, toward the glass showcase in which, on shelf upon shelf, the artificial penises stood at attention, forever subject to inspection. "Afraid you won't measure up?" she challenged me. "That's not the point." She pressed her firm-soft breasts against my chest and slid her leg up my thigh, pressing her kneecap into my genitals. I struggled not to moan. "Don't you find me attractive, Tommy?" she asked, sounding hurt. "That's not the point, either," I said. "We shared a cunt once," she reminded me. "Why shouldn't we share one again?" "That was different. We were still in the womb." "I've wanted you for a long time," Penny said. "Haven't you ever thought about me--about us, together? Haven't you wanted to see me naked? Haven't you wondered what it would be like to make love to your twin sister?" I had. In fact, if the truth were to be told, I'd fantasized about it more times than I could remember, masturbating as I'd pictured my lips on Penny's lips; my hands on her breasts; my cock in her mouth, her pussy, or her rectum. I'd pumped loads of semen onto my chest and belly, dreaming I was planting my seed in my sister's mouth, cunt, or ass. I didn't admit these dark fantasies to her, though; I just couldn't bring myself to confess such terrible thoughts and feelings to my sister. I didn't need to. She saw the truth in the sagging of my shoulders, the aversion of my eyes, and the deep sigh that escaped my lungs. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Penny reassured me. "It's incest," I said, sounding like a terrified, guilty schoolboy. She laughed. "That's just a word." My mouth dropped open and my eyebrows rose, furrowing my forehead. "Incest is just a word?" I repeated, my tone incredulous. "Society defines who may have sex with whom, and societies have disagreed for as long as there have been societies. Ancient Egyptian siblings in the royal family married. There were parent-child sexual relationships among the Egyptians, too. The Roman emperor Caligula had sex with all three of his sisters, Julia Livilla, Drusilla, and Agrippina the Younger. The Bible's full of incestuous unions." "Maybe ancients had incestuous relationships, but we're living in the modern world." "Edgar Allan Poe married his first cousin, Virginia Eliza Clemm, when she was only thirteen," Penny observed. "Poe was a freak, and one such marriage in millions hardly make incest a commonplace activity," I protested. "A study conducted by Floyd Martinson showed that as much as fifteen percent of college students engaged in childhood sexual behavior with their siblings, mostly involving masturbation or fondling of the genitals, rather than sex per se. Where coercion was not involved, thirty percent of them experienced the behavior as pleasurable and positive. Consensual incest among adults is legal in Belgium, France, Israel, Japan, The Netherlands, and Sweden." I gave Penny a snide smile. "It sounds like you've done your homework on the subject," I remarked. She returned my smile, but hers, unlike mine, was sincere. "That's one of the benefits of living a couple of blocks from a college." "Why'd you move here, anyway?" I asked. I'd wondered from the day that Penny had mentioned she'd bought a house near Morrison, College. I'd figured she meant to keep an eye on me, now that, following the car crash in which Mom and Dad were killed, we were orphans. Now, given her confessions of lust for me, her brother, I wasn't so sure that that had been her motivation. "Truth?" Housewarming Gift *Him* As they entered the apartment, Elizabeth cleared away some boxes so he could set the package down in the middle of the floor. He watched her with an intense lust as she bent over to move the boxes. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to simply lift up her skirt right there and fuck her without a second thought. "Stop it," he thought to himself quickly as his pants began to tighten around his pelvis. He willed himself to relax before she turned around to ask him what tools he'd be needing. "Oh, just a screwdriver and hammer should do it," he replied a little too quickly. He knew she must have heard something in his voice. He just knew she could tell how much he wanted her. He tried to remain nonchalant as she turned around and hurried out of the room to get the tools. After setting the big box down, he looked around at his surroundings. There was a set of windows opposite the door covered in green suede curtains. On the wall to the right of them was the door to the bedroom. He assumed the bathroom was inside the bedroom since he didn't see it anywhere in the living room. Behind him, on the same wall as the front door was a tiny kitchen; just big enough for one person (or two if you knew each other really well). Elizabeth's apartment seemed to be lacking for nothing that he could see save the futon he was about to put together for her. John and Elizabeth had known each other for about a year now as friends (though he'd often wished it could be more). When she asked him to take her out to the Ikea store and get a futon, he was more than willing to help. He loved helping her. Being with her in any way possible, actually. Though he hadn't exactly enjoyed the shopping trip, he had liked being with her and eating lunch together. They'd talked about a million different things on the long journey home through rush-hour traffic. As they approached the toll booth, she insisted upon at least paying the toll since he'd refused her offer of gas money. He watched her lustfully out of the corner of his eye as she bent down in her seat to pick up some fallen change; her soft breasts swaying back and forth in her tank top. He had nearly gotten a full erection by the time she found all of the change. Luckily, he had his right foot propped up on the floorboard – thus blocking her view of his crotch. The rest of the drive back to her apartment had gone fairly smoothly. He was able to keep his urges in check most of the time. Whenever he got an impulse, he just thought about soccer. He thought about soccer a lot. When they arrived, he brought the box and cushion upstairs without too much difficulty. Though she offered him help, he refused it: determined to prove his manliness to her. He feared he just came off looking liking a stubborn idiot. But so goes the mating ritual... John was shocked back into consciousness when Elizabeth brushed past him as she was going into the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? I've got water, iced tea, orange juice and chocolate soy milk," Elizabeth said behind him. "Water is fine, thanks," he replied. "I guess I should go ahead and get started on this. You probably want me out of your hair as soon as possible, huh?" said John half-jokingly. "What? You know I love having you around, John. Now stop fishing for compliments," she said with an innocently enchanting smile. "You want ice?" "Sure, thanks," he replied as he began to open all the parts to the futon. When she brought him the water, he said "You can put it on the table for now. I'll get it in a bit." "So is there anything I can do to help you?" asked Elizabeth unsure of what to do with herself. "Nope, there's only one set of tools and it's not a terribly complicated looking piece of furniture. Just sit back and relax; I'll do all the work," John replied as he moved around the space adjusting boards and reading the instructions. Somewhat relieved that she wouldn't have to be very close to him for the moment, Elizabeth said to him, "Well, I guess if you don't mind then – I'm going to take a shower." "Oh, of course not," he replied, feeling his cock jump slightly at the thought of her being naked and wet only a room away. He forced himself to think of the task at hand as Elizabeth scurried out of the living room and shut the bedroom door behind her. As soon as he could hear the running water and was sure she wouldn't be coming back in for a while, however, he stroked his cock as he dreamed of plunging into her time after time. He wanted her so badly he could barely stand it. In fact, he couldn't stand it. After all – they'd known each other for a year and he'd been nothing but a gentleman the whole time. And all he'd ever gotten out of it was a wink and a smile. Enough was enough. He vowed to do something about the whole thing as soon as she got out of the shower. Hurriedly, he assembled the futon so he would be done by the time she was done with her shower. *Her* She had asked him to help her get a futon as a favor. She fully intended upon repaying the favor in the only means she thought he would really enjoy. Since the day they'd met she was attracted to him. His tall, thin body so intimidating above her shortish hourglass. There was something about his kindness that both soothed and unsettled her at the same time. She knew there must be something else behind that warm, inviting smile. She could see an untapped strength in his eyes; a fire burning just below the surface. Elizabeth pulled out a pair of sleep shorts and a big t-shirt as she made her way to her bedroom. She stripped out of her ruffled, green skirt and her tank. She hung her bra on the doorknob and threw her panties into a corner before turning on the hot water. She thought briefly to herself how clean her room looked today. The temperature warmed to what she wanted and she turned the knob for the shower. With the water running over her body, she began to think about what she might do to John next. She hadn't quite planned this far. She thought he might have left her to put the futon together by herself, but – being the gentleman that he is – he stayed to help her. She wondered if she had been too much of a tease during the day. She had purposely dropped some change in the car on the ride home so she could tease him with her breasts. She made a point to linger with her breasts swaying back and forth in his view. At first she was disappointed and thought he hadn't even noticed, but she thought she might have caught him sneaking a glance at her out of the corner of his eye. She also thought she saw a slight bulge in his pants, but wasn't sure because his leg blocked her view in the car. She left him alone after that; afraid she might push him too far and lose her chance to make her move all together. She was scared he might drop her off and make up some excuse to leave. But he hadn't. No, he had stayed with her and come up to her apartment. He insisted upon carrying all of the pieces to the futon upstairs by himself. Though she laughed a bit to herself, she allowed him to show her his manliness. Actually, she thought it was quite cute that he seemed to want to impress her. It also gave her hope that he might respond to her the way she so wanted him to. Elizabeth couldn't help teasing him just a little more as they'd entered the apartment. She bent over at the waist to move some moving boxes out of the way. Pointedly, she had stuck her bottom right in his eyesight. She almost wanted him to take her right then and there, but knew he was too much of a gentleman and probably too shy to do something like that. Then, when she asked him if she could help with putting the futon together she hoped he would say no. She wanted to get away from him for a bit to cool down. Though she was eager to tease him some more, she didn't want to get to that uncontrollable point she sometimes reached when no amount of self-control could contain her desires. And so, she left him to put the piece of furniture together while she was in her room attempting to alleviate some of her tension. While in the shower, she hoped to relieve some of her sexual energy with the shower massager. She thought of his tall, slender figure hovering over her as she lowered the jet to her thighs. She dreamed of having him thrust himself into her time after time. The stream of water barreling down on her clitoris was but foreplay to what she imagined him doing to her. The time seemed to pass so slowly as she thought of him (though, in actuality it was passing quite rapidly). She could feel his hot body move over her in a wave of lust. Writhing with her lust for him, she knocked over a bottle and it made a horribly loud sound. "You okay in there Liz?" John called to her from the other room. "Oh, yeah," she shouted as she tried to compose herself. Elizabeth decided that it might be best just to finish off with a cold shower instead of risking another mishap and John getting worried enough to come to the door. Frustrated and unsatisfied, Elizabeth turned the water down as cold as it would go. She shivered with the shock of it, but knew it was probably for the best. Try as she might, however, she couldn't calm down completely. Though at the moment she didn't think she could stay in too much longer without John starting to question her. Liz turned off the water and dried herself quickly. When she looked at the clock and realized she'd been in the shower for almost an hour, she groaned to herself. She could only imagine what John might be thinking. "Perhaps he thinks I just wanted to relax and took a long hot shower," Liz thought to herself. Though she knew what he more likely thought of her extended shower. She dressed in her shorts and t-shirt, but didn't put on any underwear. As she slipped on a pair of white socks, she heard John putting on some music in the living room. "Crash" from her Dave Mathews album played on her stereo and she almost melted with his music choice. *Neutral* John watched Liz as she walked into the room. She was absolute perfection; the quintessential combination of adorable innocence and provocative allure. Her short hair framed her face perfectly even when wet. With the thought of what he might do to Elizabeth spurring him on, it hadn't taken him very long to finish the futon. He'd just removed his shirt and stood in front of her with his hair messy and his torso glistening ever so slightly with sweat. She was dazzled by his radiant sexual appeal. She wanted him so badly she could taste it, and the fact that she had gone unsatisfied in the shower didn't help matters much. "Good shower?" he asked with a slight grin. "It was fine. Very relaxing," replied Elizabeth blushing slightly. "I can't believe you finished the futon so quickly." "Well, it wasn't too difficult. And you were in the shower for quite some time after all," John said – his grin getting all the more devilish with each sentence. "So," Liz said trying to think of a way to change the subject,"do you want to watch a movie or something?" She nervously tried to move around him toward the television, but found herself blocked by his intimidating form. "Actually," he answered with the same grin as before, "I thought we might just listen to some music and maybe talk a bit." He advanced toward her, seeming to grow impossibly tall before her. She thought he might be about to grab her up and lift her into her arms the way he was moving toward her, but he simply reached around her to put the shirt he held in his hand onto the chair behind her. She was so immersed in his presence, that she hadn't even noticed he had anything in his hand until then. He leaned back from putting the shirt down until he was standing tall once again. He motioned for her to sit down on the futon. She sat down very slowly, making sure that her shorts revealed nothing underneath. She was almost uneasy as he sat down beside her. She hadn't expected this; she thought she would tease him a bit more, he would go home and she would masturbate to the thought of how excited she must have gotten him. Now that something was actually coming of her teasing, she wasn't sure what she might do about what could come next. John, however, knew exactly what he wanted and what he was going to do to Elizabeth for relentlessly teasing him for a year. "So what was all that banging around in there about," he questioned her slyly. He wasn't going to let it go. She said the only thing she could think of, 'Oh, nothing. I just bumped into a bottle and it fell." "I was worried you might have hurt yourself. I was about to come running in to save you," said John sweetly with a hint of wickedness in his voice. That comment sent shivers up Liz's spine. She could only imagine what he might have said had he caught her with the shower massager up between her legs. Wanting to get out of this conversation any way possible, she stood up. "Would you like something to drink? I mean I know I got you that water earlier, but I mean...well – would you like something a bit stronger?" she asked, hoping he hadn't heard the nervousness building in her voice. "Oh, that sounds great. I could really go for something dirty...like a martini," he answered with a wicked tone in his voice. He could sense her growing uneasiness and it made him incredibly aroused. He wanted her to be as uneasy as she had made him for those last few months. As she stood up and started rummaging in the kitchen, he stood as well and came up behind her. He reached around her right side to grab two glasses out of the cupboard. He could feel a slight tremor run through her body as he pulled his hand back and he purposely grazed her hip with his fingers. "Do you like your martinis dry or wet?" asked Elizabeth. "Wet, quite wet," replied John with a smirk. Though, truth be told – he didn't have very much of a preference either way. Elizabeth's hips swayed slightly as she shook the martinis. Her breasts jiggled back and forth with the motion from her arms. As she poured the martinis into the glasses, John moved around to put the olives in. He took his glass and reseated himself on the couch. She seemed to take quite a bit of time putting everything up and getting her drink, but finally she had no alternative but to sit down next to him once again. She positioned herself about a foot and a half away from him on the futon and began to sip her drink gingerly. Her small attempt at keeping him away from her for a while didn't work, however. John simply adjusted his seating position so he was less than six inches from her. He also made no attempt to hide the fact that he was putting his arm around her. He gently, but firmly pulled her to him. Seeing no way of staving off the inevitable any longer, Liz accepted his grasp on her. She leaned into him, but didn't snuggle as closely as he might have liked. "Now, Liz. What are you doing?" he asked in a stern voice. "What?" she replied, bewildered. "Why are you being so aloof all of a sudden? You've been such a little tease for the past year and now you seem as if you've never once thought about me in a sexual way," John said with a bit of harshness in his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said trying desperately to find a way out of all this. She really hadn't meant for it to go this far tonight. She'd had it all planned out. This wasn't supposed to happen for at least another week. "I think maybe you should go," she said, standing and putting her drink on a nearby table. "What? You don't want me here Liz?" he said, also standing and putting his drink on another table. "I thought you might have wanted me here quite badly by this point. What with the hour long shower," he commented with that grin that was definitely starting to get on Liz's nerves. He seemed so different – so much more dominant than usual. And yet, oddly, she felt a slight tingle begin in her lower body. " How dare you insinuate something like that!" she replied defiantly. "Oh, please Elizabeth. Do you really think I didn't notice the whimpers coming from the bathroom? It's not that sound proof, you know," said John. "Look, I really think you should get going now," said Liz getting more than a bit nervous at his tone of voice. "No," said John. "I'm not going until you admit and apologize for the fact that you've been teasing me purposely for the past year and that you were masturbating in the shower – to the thought of me I might be so bold to say." "You're crazy John!" she replied. "Am I?" he asked. "Are you actually going to stand there and tell me that all this is in my mind? Little tease. Slut," he said almost mockingly as he closed in around her. His face hovered over hers menacingly. "Fine, okay," said Liz cowered. "I teased you. I teased you a lot, and I'm really sorry for it – now will you please just leave me alone?" she asked meekly. "What else did I require you to admit?" he asked authoritatively. "I'm not going to admit that, because it's not true John," said Liz not too convincingly. "Oh really?" he said as he moved around behind her. He grabbed her arm and twisted it up until she let out a tiny squeak. "Are you calling me a liar then?" "Please John, please let me go," she whimpered. "I said I'm really sorry about the teasing." "That's not good enough little slut," he said, his hot breath on her neck sending shivers all through her. "Now you've called me a liar. I really don't like to be called a liar. You see I, unlike you it seems, value the truth. I really dislike it when people lie to me. Now admit you're a little slut and that you masturbated to the thought of me. Or will I have to discipline you to get a straight answer out of you?" "What? You couldn't do anything to me John. You're far too much of a gentleman. I know it's taking all of your courage just to hold me here like this. Now let me go and I'll forget about the whole thing," replied Elizabeth trying to wheedle her way out of this sticky situation. "So, it seems you've chosen discipline over simple honesty," said John. "You will learn to be honest little slut." He pulled her with him as he moved to the chair he had set his shirt on. He brushed aside the shirt and sat down, throwing her over his knee as he did. She tried to fight against him, but he was too strong for her. He swung her over his knee with no problem and ensured that she wouldn't be getting up any time soon by locking her legs in place between his. He held her head down with his left hand and rubbed her ass with his right. She could feel a hardness pressing into her side and she became a little more aroused at the thought of what her ass in front of his face might be doing to him. "Now, I'm going to give you one last chance to tell the truth Liz," he said above her. She thought about giving in and telling him that she really had been masturbating in the shower earlier, but in a way she almost wanted him to do something to bring out a confession in her. With all the thoughts swirling in her head, she remained silent in contemplation of what to say. Unfortunately, John grew impatient while awaiting her answer. "Well, since you don't seem to want to admit to the truth – I suppose I'll just have to beat it out of you," he threatened with menace in his voice. And with that, he raised his hand above her ass. It came down on her with a sharp *thwack*. She yelped in pain and begged him to let her go, but he said simply, "You made your decision Liz. I'm just giving you the punishment you deserve. You can't be such a little tease and get away with it forever." He continued to spank her four more times, and on the last one she whimpered, "I admit it – I did masturbate. Okay, are you satisfied?" "Don't give me that tone of voice missy," said John with another whack on her bottom. "What else was it you were to admit? Think hard little slut." Housewarming Gift "It was to you. I thought of you while I masturbated. Is that all?" she almost screamed at him. "No," he said with another slap of her ass, "That is not all. I told you not to give me any attitude did I not? What's that I hear coming out of your dirty little mouth? I believe," *smack*,"that," *smack*,"was," *smack*, "lip," *smack*,"I heard," *smack*. "And from now on, you will address me as 'sir' slut. Is that understood?" "Yes sir," whimpered Liz, tears streaming out of her eyes. "I'm very sorry sir." "Well, well. You are beginning to learn – finally," said John. He took her off of his knee and they both stood up. "Now go into the bedroom." "What?" she asked before she thought to follow her question with the mandatory "sir". For that she received a quick, hard slap on the ass followed by his harsh voice, "Remember your manners little girl. Now, you heard me – into the bedroom." Confused, she opened the door and led him into the bedroom. "This place is a mess," he said with disgust. "We'll have to do something about that later. But for now, strip and then kneel in front of me." She didn't think the room was all that bad, and wondered what he meant by "do something about that later". Obediently, she removed her shirt. As she began to toss it on the floor next to the bed, he stopped her. "Wait. Fold it neatly first. Then put it on the chair over there," he said with growing annoyance. Fearful that she might upset him again, she tried her best to fold the clothes nicely and put them in a neat pile on the chair. He watched her all the while, admiring the red marks his hand had brought to her ass. After she had folded the clothes, she crawled over to him and knelt at his feet. "Undo my pants little slut," he said. As she lifted her hands to begin taking off his pants, he stopped her. "Without your hands," he said – an evil grin across his face. She struggled to undo his pants and pulling the zipper down hurt her teeth a bit, but she finally managed to complete her task. "Good girl," he said," You really can do as you're told can't you? I knew you could. Now onto the bed." As she climbed onto the bed, he studied her pussy with lust. While she was still on all fours, he stopped her. "Stay just like that Elizabeth," he said, his tall figure looming behind her. He climbed onto the bed behind her and teased her pussy with his long, thick cock: never quite putting it in. Delicately, he drew his fingers along her slit. Bringing them around to her eyes, he asked her, "You'd think that you really wanted me right now wouldn't you? Such a wet little slut I have here." He made her lick her juices off of his fingers and then turned her over on the bed without warning. He pinned both her hands above her head with only one of his. With the other, he squeezed her breasts. Harshly, he pulled one of her nipples until she squealed in pain. He laughed softly and did the same to the other nipple. After torturing her breasts for what seemed like hours to her, his hands moved lower down her body. John sucked and bit on her breasts alternately as his hand roamed over her legs. He spread them farther apart and started to move his hand up into her. She squirmed under him as he pinched her clitoris. He slid his fingers up and down her pussy, but never put them inside of her. He wanted her to yearn for him to plunge his dick inside of her just as he had desired her for the past year. She writhed under him, struggling to free her hands, hoping to quench the fire he was building between her legs. One hand slipped through her fingers and she quickly tried to rub her swollen clitoris. He swiftly turned her over on her belly and gave her three hard slaps on her ass. He then turned her back over and spread her legs open only to smack her pussy with extreme force. She yelled out at the white hot pain that ran up her body. "Did I tell you that you could touch yourself? You've already pleased yourself once today. Are you really that greedy you filthy little whore?" he asked. "But," she whimpered in response "I didn't even get to finish earlier. I haven't come once today, and now you're just making it worse by teasing me." "Well, you not coming is your own fault slut. And what do you think you've been doing to me for so long slut?" he asked. She could hear the venom in his voice and decided not to push him any further. Then he asked her, "Do you have any handcuffs or rope? Surely a little slut such as yourself must have something like that lying around." "There are some handcuffs in the closet," she said fearfully. Her ex-boyfriend had gotten them for her but they'd never gotten around to using them. "Well, get them," he said. "And be quick about it." She hurried over to the closet and got the handcuffs out. She had two pair, which she handed over to John. "Very nice. Now, turn over on your belly," he said. She did as she was told and he latched a handcuff onto her right hand. He latched the other end of it onto the headboard. He did the same for her left hand, then came around behind her again. He teased her with his cock by sliding it nearer and nearer to her entrance. When he rubbed his cock closer to her asshole to tease her, she tensed. He enjoyed watching her squirm under him and pushed it onto her hole slightly. She tried to move away from his cock, but there was only so far she could go before running into the wall. He quickly tired of teasing her and almost without warning rammed his cock into her pussy. He thrust in and out quickly as she screamed with the excitement of finally getting his hard dick inside of her. His dick pounded in and out of her violently and he reached around to pinch her clitoris. Elizabeth screamed out in ecstasy as John tortured her poor, swollen clit. She loved him for doing this to her. John violently fucked her pussy until she came, then moved his dick out and up to her asshole. She whimpered and pleaded with him not to, but he responded by thrusting the head of his cock into her tight hole. He reveled in the sight of his cock being swallowed by her asshole. Though she squealed and tried to pull away, he persisted and shoved all of his dick into her. He thrust into her slowly at first, but as she became accustomed to having him inside of her he quickened his pace. Soon, he was fucking her ass as violently as he had fucked her pussy. Had she not been bound to the bed, she would have surely fallen off with the force of him ramming into her. With her tight ass wrapped around his cock, he was soon on the verge of orgasm. Right as he was about to empty himself, he pulled out of her ass and spun her around to shoot his semen into her mouth. For a split second, she seemed hesitant, but with a quick look of icy disapproval – she opened her mouth wide to taste him. His cum shot out in a stream of pearly liquid, and she caught almost every drop in her beautiful little mouth. "Don't waste it little slut. Get every drop, or I'll have to punish you later," he commanded her. She immediately went about licking up every drop of his cum from around her mouth and tits. "Now, clean off my cock," he said to her. "But," she said hesitantly, "You had it in my...you know." "Yes, and? Little slut, I told you to do something. If you don't obey me within the next five seconds I shall be forced to discipline you, and I really don't want to have to do that. You were being so obedient," said John. She started to slowly clean off his dick and found it didn't taste as bad as she feared it might. "Quicker slut, or do you want to be punished after all? Is that it? Do you disobey me because you're a little pain-slut?" he asked her laughing slightly. She quickened her cleaning of his cock and was soon done. He lifted her face to his and kissed her cheek. She smiled hesitantly at him, hoping he wouldn't become angry at anything she did. She really didn't wish to be spanked any more tonight. "Are you okay Liz? You're not too mad at me I hope?" he said with an innocent smile. "It's just...you're not going to punish me anymore tonight, are you?" she asked, her voice quavering slightly. He drew her into his arms and pressed her head against his chest. "No, sweetie. I'm not going to punish you any more tonight. That is, unless you're very naughty," he ended with a sly grin. She collected her thoughts and said the first thing she could think of. "I really am sorry I teased you so much this year." "I know you are," he replied. "I hope I wasn't too hard on you tonight. You weren't too scared were you?" "Well," she answered, "I was a bit scared of you, and still am just a little. I had no idea you could be like that; so controlling. You were always such a gentleman to me." "Well a little scared is okay I suppose," he said with a grin. "I suppose enough teasing and no release can drive any man over the edge. But, yes I do try to be as gentlemanly as possible and respectful of women at all times. But this is also a part of my personality." "I'm actually...kind of...never mind," said Liz. "Go on, finish," said John. "Oh, it's nothing," she said. "I said finish," he ordered. "Well, I mean – I'm actually...kind of glad that you aren't quite so gentle as I thought you were." He laughed and she felt a bit more at ease. "I suppose we ought to get to sleep soon," he said. "We'll have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Well, now that you've gotten your apartment-warming gift from me, you need to finish unpacking," he said with a grin. "Indeed," she said smiling. And with that they curled up into one another and fell into a well-deserved rest. Housewarming Party "Great party, Phil," said someone Phil didn't recognise. "I'm Sarah, from number four. This is my husband, Jim." Phil and Jim shook hands. "Nice to meet you both. I'm really pleased you could come." Phil had invited everyone in the building to make sure that there were no complaints about the noise. It was also a great opportunity for him to get to know the other residents. The building was a late Georgian mansion in one of the smartest parts of town. Developers had converted it into ten apartments over four floors. Phil was new in town and didn't know many people. Apart from the buildings' residents, the only other people at the party were from his office. He hoped to impress them. There were many young couples, and single men. Single women were few and far between. During the first hour of the party, most of the men gravitated to the spare room, where Phil's pool table was the centre of attention. Most of the women were in the lounge. They had pushed the furniture back against the wall to create a makeshift dance floor and had turned up the volume on Phil's stereo. Phil tried his best to move between the two rooms, but inevitably wound up with the rest of the men. "How do you like London, Phil?" asked Joey, one of his colleagues, can of beer in hand. "Great," said Phil, "and it'll probably be better when I've made a few friends to party with." "Have you met Lisa and Nicole yet?" said Bob, from apartment five. "No. Who are they?" said Phil. "They live just across the hall from you, I'm surprised you haven't noticed them, they're hot." "Oh, those two," said Phil. "I knocked on their door yesterday to invite them to the party. I don't think they're here yet." "They'll be here," Bob said. "They'll be here." ***** Phil hardly heard the doorbell over the music. He rushed to open the door and was stunned by the two girls waiting on the other side. "Hi," said one of them. She held out her hand to him. "I'm Lisa." Phil shook her hand. "And I'm Nicole," said the other. She offered her hand too. "H... Hi." Phil was rarely this lost for words. "Aren't you going to invite us in?" Lisa asked. "Wha... Oh... Sorry. Of course. Come in." Phil stood aside and the two young women crossed the threshold into his flat. They could hardly have been any more different. Lisa was a head shorter than Phil, with a tight toned body. She wore a tiny red party dress and matching high heels. Her long blonde hair cascaded in ringlets around her shoulders. Nicole was head and shoulders above her friend. Her blue halter-dress stretched to conceal her ample bosom, and was short enough to show off her long, tanned legs. "This is a celebration. I thought this might be in order." Lisa pulled a bottle of champagne from behind her back and handed it to Phil. "Excellent," said Phil. "I'll get some glasses." He quickly returned from the kitchen with three crystal flutes. Lisa popped the cork from the bottle, and poured the drinks. For the rest of the evening, Phil followed Lisa and Nicole like a drooling puppy. He showed them around his house, danced with them and made sure he kept their glasses full. By eleven, the party was several hours old. Most of the guests were in a happily uninhibited state from the free-flowing booze. Some of the women had moved to the spare room to join in the fun on the pool table. The men there were taking every opportunity to 'teach' the women how to play and kop a feel at the same time. Some of the men had moved onto the dance floor, and were kopping just as many feels as their friend in the other room. Phil didn't notice. His attention never drifted from Lisa and Nicole. "What ages do you teach, Lisa?" asked Phil. "Secondary. Ages twelve to eighteen. I am a sports teacher." "Oh, nice. And what do you do Nicole? You never said." "I'm a nurse. I'm in my first year out of nursing collage. I work on the geriatric ward at the moment." "The old men keep ogling her all the time," said Lisa. "Stop it. They're not that bad," said Nicole. "What about you Phil. What do you do?" "I'm in advertising," he replied. "I used to work at the firm's office in Leeds, doing local accounts. But a campaign I did a few months ago convinced them to offer me the job at the national office." "What was the campaign?" asked Nicole. "You wouldn't have seen it, but it was very popular," he said. "What was it?" asked Lisa. "It was for double glazing. It had a busty blonde hanging out of a window. She looked a lot like you actually, Lisa." "Oh, thanks. I think." "It was really successful. Sales of double glazing doubled in a month." "Have you still got the posters?" asked Nicole. "Sure. Would you like to see them?" "Yeah." "They're in my bedroom. I'll go and fetch them." "No, we'll come with you. If you don't mind?" "No. I don't mind. But my room's a mess, so I apologize in advance." Phil led the girls to his bedroom. There were clothes all over the bed and scattered on the floor. Phil did his best to step over the debris, and retrieved a framed poster out of his wardrobe. "This is it," he said. He showed the girls a picture of an extremely busty blonde lady leaning out of an open window. "It's almost pornographic," said Lisa. "Maybe, but the company ran a competition to meet the girl. All you had to do to enter was buy some windows. Sales went through the roof. And it was all my idea." "You are a clever boy," said Lisa "Phil was right," Nicole said. "She does look like you, Lisa." "Stop it. You're embarrassing me." "No, really, she does look like you. What do you think, Phil?" "Well, yes she does a little. But Alyson here has a bigger chest." "Are you sure?" said Nicole. "Lisa does have quite big tits." "But I can't see them very well in that dress she's wearing. Don't get me wrong, I love the dress, it hugs your curves in all the right places, but it's so tight that flattens your tits." Lisa grabbed her dress straps. "Does this help your judgment?" She pulled down the top half of the dress, revealing a pair of golden brown breasts. "No tan line," said Phil. "Holiday or sun bed?" "Sun bed," said Nicole. "Mine. You'll have to pop around and use it sometime." "Thanks." "When you two have quite finished flirting. We were talking about my tits." "They're very nice, Lisa. But I still think that Alyson's are bigger. Mind you, they are fake." "Fake?" said Lisa. "Yes," said Phil. "She had implants. Not silicone ones, but some kind of oil. They are supposed to feel real, but you can still tell the difference." "How?" asked Nicole. "Real ones feel... different." "Nice, different?" "Oh, yeah. Absoulty." "Do you think mine are fake?" asked Lisa. Her tits were still on display. "I wouldn't be able to tell without feeling them." "Well? I'm waiting." Phil cupped Lisa's breast in his hands. He squeezed them gently, and weighted them like melons in a greengrocers. "Definitely real," he pronounced shortly. "Well, that's a relief," said Lisa. Phil continued to size up Lisa's lumps. "36C," he said. "Spot on," said Lisa, smiling. "You are clever." "Bet you can't guess mine," said Nicole. He turned around to face her. Nicole reached up and pulled the halter neck over here head. Then she pulled the dress down and exposed her sizable assets. Phil cupped Nicole's breasts and pondered over them. "38D and real." "That's very good," said Lisa. "Where did you learn such a useful skill?" "Here and there," said Phil. He returned one hand to one of Lisa's breasts, and left the other on Nicole's. Phil stood between them like the meat in a tit sandwich. The girls' reaction to his attention gave him the confidence the confidence to carry on. Nicole closed her eyes and tipped her head back. She sighed. Lisa panted and pressed his hand harder against her. "Hey, Nicole. Look at this." Lisa had spotted the bulge in Phil's Levi's. Lisa reached down to Phil's crotch and rubbed his erection through the denim. Phil moaned. Nicole reached down to rub Phil's crotch too. Lisa knelt down in front of him and batted her flatmate's hand out of the way. "Playtime," she said. Phil watched Lisa unbutton his jeans and yank them to the floor. Nicole turned his face towards her and kissed him. "You're going to enjoy this. All the men in the building say she's the best cocksucker they've ever met." Phil's eyes gave away his astonishment at this statement. "Hey," said Nicole. "Didn't anybody tell you? We're all very liberated here." Lisa gripped the waistband of Phil's shorts between her teeth and eased it over his imprisoned cock. It sprung from its cage and hit her on the forehead. She released his shorts and pulled them down out of the way. At the same time she moved her head to capture the hard rod between her lips. She circled his cockhead with her tongue then sucked in the entire length until his balls hit her chin. Lisa was a tease. She pulled back from his cock until her lips brushed the foreskin, before sinking it back into her warm mouth. She reached up to grab his shaft and then sucked it harder and faster. Phil watched her bobbing blonde head in wonder. "She likes sucking cock," said Nicole. "Look at the little slut go." Nicole stepped away from Phil and sat on top of the clothes on the bed. She slipped her dress off and threw it on the floor, so that she was clad only in her blue high heels and matching panties. She took off the panties slowly and threw them at Phil. He caught them and brought the tiny garment up to his face to smell her wonderful aroma. Nicole leaned back on the bed and fingered her glistening pussy. "Hey, Lisa," she said. "Don't bring him off yet. I don't want to have to wait for him to recover before he fucks me." Lisa took Phil's cock out of her mouth. He wasn't too disappointed because he knew what was coming next. "Lisa, I have to agree with everyone else. You are the best little cocksucker I've ever met." "Thanks. Happy to oblige." "Come on stud," Nicole said. "Stick that big hard cock of yours in me." Phil leapt onto the bed. His head landed between Nicole's thighs. "Not yet," he said. "I need a snack first." He ran his tongue along Nicole's moist slit. He flicked and sucked her clit and lapped up her moisture. Nicole grabbed his head with her hands, and moaned loudly. "Oh, that feels so good. Lisa, he's nearly as good at this as you." Phil slid two fingers into Nicole's cunt and fucked her with them. Lisa must have felt left out because she quickly shed her clothes and sat down on Nicole's face. Phil was enjoying himself. His cock was hard - it was time to use it. He sat up and moved his dick towards Nicole's waiting pussy. Nicole reached down and helped it in. Lisa sat on Nicole's face and looked at Phil, her eyes glazed. She took his head in her hands and forcefully kissed him while he fucked Nicole. All three of them built towards an orgasm. Lisa came first. She screamed and pushed her pussy down hard on Nicole's head. This was too much for Phil. His strokes became quicker, he lost his rhythm and shot his load deep into Nicole. This left Nicole as the only one who hadn't come. Phil pulled out and stood up. Lisa fell forward and aimed her tongue at her friend's cunt. She ate Phil's creamy white sperm as it dribbled out of Nicole. Lisa sent Nicole crazy. She lapped at her cunt and rubbed her clit. Nicole came and screamed so loud that Phil was convinced that the other party guests must have heard. The two girls enjoyed each other while Phil sat on the floor and watched. He was exhausted. Even so, the two hot women eating each other on his bed soon had him hard again. Lisa looked up. "Phil, you're ready again! Don't you think it's time you serviced me?" "Sure. Anything you say." He moved around the bed and interrupted Nicole's feast by sliding his rod into Lisa's pussy. He was ready for a marathon effort. Lisa moaned at Phil's invasion. "Hey," said Nicole, "I've got a great view from here. I wish you could see Lisa. It's so beautiful." She reached out her tongue and licked from Lisa's clit to Phil's balls while he rammed his cock in and out of the womanly slot. Lisa moaned again, then bent her head and French-kissed Nicole's lower lips. It was Nicole's turn to moan – loud and low. She attacked Lisa's clit in reply, licking and biting it. Lisa continued her assault on Nicole's hole, but the circuits in her brain must have fused because she was muttering unintelligibly. Phil's stamina had deserted him. He groaned and came inside Lisa. Then he collapsed on top of her. As he fell, Lisa orgasmed. It was a over a minute before they had recovered enough strength to untangle themselves and stand up. "We should get dressed and go back to the party," said Phil between ragged breaths. "Why bother with the clothes," said Nicole. "I bet everyone else is naked by now anyway." She took Lisa by the hand and they brazenly left the bedroom, naked as the day they were born. Phil pulled on his trousers and followed. He was shocked by what he saw. All around his lounge, couples were copulating. Sarah from number four was taking his colleague Joey from behind. Her husband, Jim, was receiving a blow-job from Phil's secretary. The scene was similar in the spare room. Couples were using the pool table to lean against as the fucked. One woman had a cock in her cunt and another in her mouth. "Does every party turn out like this?" Phil asked. "Only the good ones," Lisa replied. "I told you everyone in the building was liberated," said Nicole. "Looks like the attitude is the same in your office. If I'd have known advertising was such fun, I'd never have taken up nursing." Lisa laughed. "Yeah right. Like you don't fuck your patients and the doctors." "It's therapeutic." "Who for? You or them." "Both." The girls laughed again. "I need a drink," said Nicole. "You coming, Phil? I might even let you fuck me again. I see you're all ready again." "You know, I think I just might be," he replied. "I think I'm going to enjoy living here." Housewarming Party My wife, Lizz, and I had just moved into our new house and decided to have a few friends over for a housewarming party. Jen and Steve arrived first and brought a few bottles of wine. As I was uncorking the first bottle, Mary and Todd arrived. Todd brought a large bottle of tequila and some margarita mix. It was about an hour before dinner was ready, so we sat in the living room, enjoying our drinks and conversations. After dinner, we returned to the living room. I noticed that we had gone through four bottles of wine and at least half of the bottle of tequila. That's also when the flirting started. Mary sat on Steve's lap my wife rested her hand on Todd's lap. Jen came over and sat next to me, putting her arm around me. Mary shifted around on Steve, rubbing her ass into his crotch. Jen smiled at them, enjoying the show. Lizz sqeezed Todd's junk through his pants and he slipped his hand down her top, cupping her beautiful breast. Jen got up and suggested that we all strip. Steve and Mary were the first and Jen went to get something from her purse. Todd pulled Lizz's clothes off and then disrobed. I took my clothes off as Jen returned with a box of condoms. Mary took one, opened it and put it on Steve. She got down on her hands and knees and Steve quickly took her from behind. Lizz knelt in front of Todd and took him into her mouth. Jen knelt next to her and cupped Todd's balls as my wife sucked on him. Jen beckoned me over and began stroking me with her free hand. I glanced over at Mary, who had laid her upper body on the couch, her knees still on the floor and Steve continued to bang away at her. Jen took my hand as she walked over to the couch and positioned herself in front of Mary, who began licking Jen's pussy. Jen took me into her mouth and my eyes rolled up into my head. As I opened my eyes again, I looked at my wife, now laying on the arm of the love seat, legs spread. Todd slid a condom on, grabbed her ankles and pushes inside her. She moaned with pleasure and looked over at me, licking her lips. I reached down and cupped Mary's breast. She took her head away from Jen's snatch just long enough to smile up at me. I walked over to Lizz and pushed my cock into her mouth, open in mid-moan. She bobbed on it feverishly, lavishing in the pleasure of having two cocks in her. After a few moments of this, Todd and I switched places. He removed the condom before approaching my wife's mouth. He pulled her hair into a pony tail and pushed her down further onto his member. Lizz's pussy was dripping wet and I slid into it easily. I put her leg over my shoulder and pounded away, my balls slapping against her ass. Her moaning on Todd's cock began to do him in and I move out of the way, allowing him to cum where he pleased. He pulled out of her mouth and came on her chest, allowing it to drip down between her gorgeous tits. Lizz then stood up and headed for the kitchen to get a towel and clean up. As she walked away, I noticed that Steve was now sitting on the couch and Mary was between his legs, sucking ferociously on his cock. I slipped up behind her, put on a condom, and entered her slowly, slipping a thumb (well-lubed from my wife's juices) into her ass. Jen straddled Todd and stroked his member, trying to get it hard again. As Lizz returned, Mary came hard, taking her mouth off of Steve to scream with pleasure. He stood up and walked to my wife. He took her hand and led her to the floor in front of the couch where I was pulling out of Mary. He got her on all fours and put on a new condom. His cock pressed against her swollen, wet lips and he reached around to grab her tits. He pressed into her gently and slowly thrusted. Todd was finally hard again and Jen lowered herself onto his cock. She bounced up and down, tossing her head back in lust. I pulled off my condom and let Mary suck on my cock for a little while before she decided to head over and play with my wife's tits. I moved behind Jen, pushing her forward onto Todd. I slowly pushed into her ass and gently increased the intensity of my thrusting. As she came, I pulled out, shooting my load on her ass. I sat on the couch and watched Lizz get fucked by Steve. She looked over at me and cast me a seductive look, biting her lip. Mary began to rub Steve's balls and he pulled out of Lizz. Quickly removing his condom, he came all over Mary's face, grunting softly. My wife crawled over to me and licked the residual cum off my cock. I become hard again and she lowered herself onto me in a reverse cowgirl. She rode my cock hard until we both came and collapse on the couch. We looked to Jen, who was milking the last of Todd's cum from his cock, then licked it off her hands. She stood, looked to the rest of us and suggested showers. We agreed hardily and headed for the bathroom. Housewarming Party It was 1am, the housewarming party had been a great success, and only one guest remained. One week prior, Elena and I had moved into a new apartment. For the past few days, we'd been busily furnishing it and buying everything we needed. It was the first time either of us had signed a lease; we were both 23 and had been living with our respective parents after graduation, saving up the money we earned so that we could start a life together. That night, we'd invited everyone we'd known. Our cleaning efforts from only a few hours earlier were soon laid to waste; everyone got drunk and had a good time. So, inebriated and euphoric, I cuddled up to Elena on the couch, facing Andrew, who sat on the love-seat. Had I been more sober, I might've been a bit irritated that Andrew was still there. Compared to the other friends we'd invited, we didn't know him very well. Yet there he was, still drinking in our apartment, still ogling Elena. To be fair, everyone had been ogling Elena. When I met her in college, she'd been cute, but few would have called her sexy. She came in at a short 5'2, wore glasses, had slightly curly brown hair, and gorgeous DD breasts. In the past, she had this bad habit of straightening her hair and wearing tops that concealed her bust. Since graduating, she'd grown more confident in her natural features; she wore her hair big and curly and she chose outfits that showed off as much cleavage as possible. The result is that guys now looked at her. Though she seemed to instantly take to this, it took some getting used to for me. Tonight, she'd chosen to wear a tight black, low-cut, sleeveless cocktail dress as well as thigh-high stockings and heels. Despite showing off everything she had, the effect was still classy. Anyway, Andrew was a coworker. I do data analysis for a lobbying firm—I'm hoping to work my way up—and he's one of my few friends there. So I invited him to the housewarming party. He's a tall muscular young man, about 25 years old, with wavy black hair and a close-cut beard. He must've had a lot to drink that night, because I would've thought he'd be savvy enough to realize that I might want some alone time with Elena, who was currently rubbing my thigh, head resting against my shoulder, while he told some story from his childhood about getting attacked by bees. "Babe," said Elena, "Let's have another round of cocktails." "Actually, I thought I might go to bed," I said. "Aw, don't be a buzz-kill. We're having fun. What do you say Andrew, another drink?" "I think that might be in order," said Andrew. "See! Go make us some cocktails." As if I hadn't already been persuaded, Elena lightly licked my cheek and winked at me. I got up and went out to the kitchen, where I mixed three Boulevardiers: rye whiskey, Campari, and Italian vermouth. I carefully brought the glasses out and did a double-take when I realized that Elena had joined Andrew on the love-seat, her leg draped across his. "I hope you didn't mind, love, it's just that Andy over here seemed so lonely." "I don't mind," I said, stifling a flare of jealousy, "I assume he's okay with it." Andrew looked at me and grinned. Elena threw back her head and burst out laughing; Andrew took the opportunity to take a long look down her dress. "I did. She left me a a long peek down the front of her dress. I sat on the couch. "I toast," said Andrew, "To George and Elena, and to their beautiful new abode!" "Yes!" said Elena, raising her glass too quickly and spilling some of her cocktail, "To us. And to new friends!" She nodded at Andrew. We all drank. "So tell me, Andy," she continued, "Do you have a girlfriend?" "We split up a month ago." "Oh, how sad. How long had you been together?" "Two years." "Two years!" Elena suddenly seemed very upset. She cuddled closer to Andy and began stroking his hair. "It's alright, something will come along." "You two seem to be doing pretty well." "Us? We're doing great. You know the secret? It's changing up the sex. You gotta introduce new stuff into the bedroom. Always." "Yeah?" asked Andrew, looking at me, "You guys have a wild time, huh?" "Oh, yes," answered Elena, "Just last week, George bought some rope—" "Honey," I said, "This is getting a bit personal." "Come on, George. Andy's a friend. He can handle it. Can't you Andy?" "I think so." "You know I didn't used to give blowjobs? But two months ago, I thought, why not? You only live once. Gotta conquer your fears. And now, I consider myself the blowjob queen. A few dashes of the tongue and a simple relaxing of the throat will do wonders. I love watching how George reacts, isn't that right George?" "You give pretty great head." I sipped my drink, eyeing Elena and Andrew. She'd started stroking his thigh. I'd never seen her get this friendly with another guy before, yet I trusted her. I was jealous, but I knew she was just being friendly. Sure, she was probably horny. Sure, Andrew was a sexy guy and she was probably thinking about what it would be like to be entered by his cock, to be held by his muscular arms and taken—fuck, what was a I thinking? I felt my cock stir at the thought of my girlfriend of three years fucking this stud coworker of mine. "Well, I'd need evidence to believe that," said Andrew. Elena pulled away from him and crossed her arms. "What do you mean by that?" "Just that I've heard a lot of girls brag about sucking dick, and then they don't do it that well." "Didn't you hear George?" "Well, he's not going to contradict you, is he?" "You're rude. You're ruder than I thought. I don't know if I like you so much after all." Elena lifted her head and looked away. "She's right, Andrew," I said, "That was a bit out of line." "Hey, if she wants to suck my dick and show me what she's got, I might give her credit." "You're unbelievable," said Elena. "Very funny," I said. "I'm serious. Just a quick blow-job. She doesn't have to take any clothes off. It's not really even cheating." Elena met my eyes. "He makes a compelling point, dear." "You want to suck his dick?" "He's calling me a liar. I need to save my honor." "That's a good one. Save your honor by cheating on your boyfriend." "He said it himself, honey. It's not cheating. I won't take any clothes off." "You've got to be kidding me." Elena had moved back towards Andrew. Her hand was on his chest and they were making intense eye contact. "I'll tell you what, George. All you have to do is say 'stop' and I'll stop. Okay?" I didn't say anything. I was mesmerized by the fact that Elena had started kissing Andrew. Her tongue delicately moved in and out of his mouth as she pressed her tits up against his chest. She withdrew and said, "Alright, Andy, are you ready for me to suck your dick?" "I can't believe this is happening," I said. "Did you hear that, Andy? He didn't say stop." She continued kissing him while she undid his belt and reached for his cock. Finally, she brought it out, rock hard and bigger than I could have possibly imagined. She was in for a challenge. She brought her head away from his face and down towards his throbbing shaft, noticing for the first time it's size. "Jesus, Andy. I don't think I've ever sucked a cock this big." I knew that I should say "stop" and end this here and now, but I was horny myself. I reached for my drink and took a big gulp. I was filled simultaneously with anticipation and dread. I knew that as soon as Elena took Andrew's cock between her fat pink lips, everything would be different. But I craved that moment with a passion that I hadn't known existed. As she kneaded his shaft in her hands, letting spit fall down onto it, I felt as if that instant would last forever, but it finally ended. Her tongue flicked across his swollen shaft, and I felt a tingle over my whole body. She'd crossed the line. Her tongue darted again and again over the top of his dick, working its way down. This was her style; she subtly fellated you, letting you experience the delicate pleasures of her tongue before submerging your entire member in her throat. This time was no different. After she'd wetted Andrew's manhood, she swallowed it. He held the back of her head. I frantically sipped on my cocktail, aflame with erotic jealousy. I knew that I wasn't going to say 'stop.' After deep-throating his dick, she went up for air and planted him with a long, sloppy kiss before going back under. Her hand tickled his balls while she went to work on his cock. I could feel the pressure of my erection; I pushed against it with my hand. They seemed not to notice me; Andrew closed his eyes and Elena was focused 100% on giving as much pleasure to his cock as possible. It was unbelievable. Having been distracted by the main action, I finally noticed that Andrew's right hand was having an adventure of its own, having gone beneath the end of Elena's cocktail dress to seek out her dripping wet pussy. He'd moved her red lace panties aside—she'd let me pick out her undergarments in preparation for what should have been us fucking—and jammed two fingers into her cunt. She moaned with his cock still in her mouth. With his thumb, he twiddled her clit and his fingers shot in and out of her vagina. I could see beads of liquid shooting out from behind her as she experienced a vigorous finger-fucking. But she didn't miss a beat, continuing to intermittently deep-throat and tease Andrew's cock, occasionally just lapping at its head with her tongue. Andrew really knew what he was doing with her cunt, it seems. After only a couple minutes, she brought her head up and began to shake. "I'm cumming!" she said, a wild expression in her eyes as she finally seemed to remember me. As pleasure erupted inside her body, she laughed and turned her head towards me. Her brow was creased and coated with sweat; there was an animal in her eyes; she'd given herself up to pleasure. I resolved to say 'stop' if they decided to start fucking. I couldn't let it go that far. Elena returned to Andrew's dick, but there wasn't much left to do. After a minute or so, he gripped her head on both sides and came inside her mouth. He panted and sighed. She sat up, straightened her dress, and walked over to my couch, where she brought her hand behind my head and pushed my lips into hers. Her mouth tasted sour and sticky and she smelled like sex. "Thanks for letting me do that, honey," she said, "You're the best." She turned around. "Andrew? I think an apology is in order." "I am so sorry, Elena," he said, "You fucking rock. That's the best blow-job I've ever had." "And you're quite talented yourself, if I may say so." Elena positioned her dress in front of me and pulled it up to reveal her cunt, which was still dripping. "See what he did to me, George? What did you think of that? Did it turn you on, watching me blow your friend, watching him finger-fuck me?" "It was something," I said. She laughed. "Andrew, you can sleep on the couch tonight. George and I have to get to bed." She reached for her cocktail and drained it. Once in bed, I climbed on top of Elena, ready to fuck her, but she simply said, "Not now, George, I'm too tired." I woke up two hours later, thirsty and reaching for a glass of water, After taking a couple big gulps, I noticed that half of the bed was empty. Elena was gone. I heard noises from the living room. Suddenly, I remembered the events from the night before. With a sinking suspicion, I knew what was going on. I got up and tip-toed out of the bedroom. Sure enough, there was Elena, on top of Andrew as they made out on the couch. How long had she been there? When had she woken up? She'd stripped down to a bra and panties, the former of which Andrew was expertly undoing. He threw it to the floor and brought up his mouth to suck on her big, perky nipples. Watching her juicy tits flap above his face, I grew instantly hard again. Before long, her wet panties were also on the floor. Andrew held her head and brought it down for a violent, sloppy kiss before grabbing her ass and flipping her around so that he was on top. I snuck into the corner of the living room for a better angle. Underneath Andrew, Elena caught a glimpse of me. She winked and smiled. I wanted to see more, I wanted to see his thick cock slowly enter my girlfriend's cunt, but the angle wasn't good enough. Instead, I only saw the effects. I saw Elena moan and bite her lips. I saw her body writhe as it made way for an intruder. I saw the sweat form on her body, the heat of which was ignited by the presence of another. Her long red fingernails shone against the white of his back, which she clung to as he began to fuck her, slowly at first. She wrapped her legs up around his backside. The kinky bitch had put her heels back on; they were all she was wearing. She started to moan, louder and louder. Elena had never been a quiet girl. At first, she sought out my eyes occasionally, but she quickly forgot I was there. Andrew was her world right now; the thick cock filling up her tight, wet cunt was the only thing that mattered. By now, he was fucking her hard, using the weight of his muscles to pin her against the couch while he jammed his dick in and out of her pussy. I could hear the wet, slapping noises even above the increasingly loud screams of my girlfriend. They kissed, sloppily and frantically. Andrew held clumps of her hair in each of his hands. Once again, I wished for a better angle. Instead, I had to be content with imagining her pussy spreading apart as his thick shaft penetrated it. I was rock hard, and once again I had to apply some pressure to stay sane. Elena's screams turned into words. "I want you to fuck me from behind," she said. Predictably, he obliged, climbing off of her so that she could get on all fours, facing me. For the first time, he noticed my presence. "Nice of you to join us, George," he said, "Elena's a great host." "Tell me about it," I said. Elena grinned, "George is having an interesting night. You alright, honey? All you have to do is say stop." Without thinking, I did it. I said "Stop." Maybe it was a last ditch effort to save my dignity. Elena laughed. "Well, Andy, you heard the man. Get on with it." "Right," he said as he quickly thrust his cock into my girlfriend's pussy. She continued laughing as she moaned. What an evil cunt! "I said stop..." "Oh, George," she gasped between thrusts, "I'm so sorry...but...but...we can't stop now." Andrew was pulling her hair and fucking her harder than ever. It was loud and it was furious. Elena was past talking. Her face was contorted with passion; it drove me crazy. I was secretly thankful that they hadn't stopped; this was amazing. Yet I also dreaded the implication of what had just happened; Elena had lied to me. Earlier that night, she'd cheated with permission. But now she'd crossed the line. Andrew stopped pulling her hair and reached for her tits, which were flailing about. She gestured to me to come close and locked her forehead onto mine. There's nothing quite like making pure eye contact with your girlfriend while another man transports her to a place of pure ecstasy. It was incredible. When she came, she closed her eyes, and threw her head back. Her hand was around my throat and I felt her body convulse. She was covered in sweat. "I want to ride you, George," she said. Excited, I reached for my belt. "No! Not you. I misspoke. I want to ride Andrew." He slowly took his cock out of her cunt and went to lie down on the couch. "Come around, baby. I want you to see this up close: Andrew's cock entering your girlfriend's tight pussy. It hurts you know. But not too badly. There's more pleasure than pain, and the pain is part of the pleasure." Elena straddled Andrew and leaned down to kiss him. She had his cock in her right hand. Slowly, she lifted up her body and positioned it above his throbbing manhood. Sitting on the floor by the couch, I had a perfect view of his dick as it impaled Elena, parting her soaking pussy and sending rivers of pleasure through her body. Her hands were on his abs and her eyes were on his. It only took a couple minutes before she came again. This time, he wasn't far away. He grabbed Elena's back and pulled her down to him, locking her in place as he stopped thrusting and sent a jet of cum into her pussy. I silently thanked God that she was on birth control. Afterwards, Elena got up, kissed me on the lips, and asked me to get under her pussy. Ashamed but aroused, I licked at her cunt as gravity did its work; a white flower gathered in her hole and I cleaned it up. She led me to the couch where we cuddled; she was sticky and smelled like cum and sweat. Her hair was a mess. "Baby, I'm so sore," she said. "And you've been a champion. I have one more favor to ask of you, okay?" "Yes...?" "Andrew and I are going to sleep in the bed tonight. You can take the couch." Housewarming Party This is my first attempt at writing there may be some mistakes. ***** Being new to our block my wife informed me that she wanted to have a little get together with just neighbors and friends. Maybe just snacks and some drinks just to get to know our neighbors. I agree we make the plans buy the food and drinks invite whom we want. The night of the party arrived with it being a holiday weekend not a lot showed up but enough to have a good time. My wife look so sexy and hot. She was wearing a short blue and white sundress that showed off her 44dd's and covered her ass but if you were paying attention (like most of the guys were) when she bent over you could see she wasn't wearing panties. Throughout the night of getting to know the new neighbors I lost track of my wife. As the party started to wind down and people leaving my wife who was a tad tipsy came introduced me to John and Megan who's kids go to school with our kids. Megan was so drunk she could barely walk so we agree to lay out the futon and let them crash there. After we got them all settled we headed off to bed. As soon as the door was shut and our clothes off my hands were all over her. I kissed her deep our tongues exploring each other mouths. She pushed away grabbing her silk robe and she told me she had to use the restroom. After what seemed like longer than it should have taken I decided to go check on her. When I opened the door I froze at what I was seeing. I was looking at my wife on her knees with her robe open sucking on Jeff's dick as he squeezed her tits. She was expertly taking his hard cock deep in her throat as she jerked him. By the sounds of his moans she was doing a great job. She sucked him long and hard till he started fucking her mouth. This is when the first thought went into my mind "please cum in her mouth" was all I could think and it hit me how turned on I was. My wife lick his shaft from balls to head the whole time looking into his eyes. "You want to fuck me?" She asked him as she move to the other couch away from his passed out wife. Laying down she spread her legs and rubbed her dripping wet pussy. She didn't have to wait long as he was on his knees and his face in her pussy before I could blink. She instantly moaned grabbing his head and forcing it into her pussy. I could tell she was about to cum as she was moaning so load and lifting her hips off the couch to get his tongue deeper inside her. By this time cum was oozing out of my own cock I was so horny. I used it as lub and began stroking it. Jeff got off his knees and turn my wife around to enter her from behind. I know she is going to love this as this is her favorite position. He slid all the way in with no problem her pussy was so wet. He grabbed her hair and began pounding her pussy with his cock. I could hear how wet she was from across the room. Jeff spanked her ass as he asked her "you like my cock fucking you don't you". "YES!" My wife said as loud as she could without waking anyone. "Fuck me harder, Yes fuck my pussy" she said lustfully. Her hand was rubbing her clit as fast as she could. Jeff was fucking her deep and fast "Oh I'm going to cum!" "I'm going to cum in your sweat pussy" Jeff yelled. I know by the way her body acted before she screamed it that he was emptying his cum in her pussy. "YES CUM IN MY PUSSY, FILL ME FULL" my wife screamed as her body began bucking wild through a powerful orgasm. All the sexual tension she has built up all night finally releasing at once. As they calm down get pull themselves together I sneak back into bed acting like I'm asleep. When my wife slides into bed I can feel how sweetie she is and smells strongly of sex and cum. "Did you like that?" she asked as she wrapped her hands around my hard cock and slowly stroked it. By the look of this I would say you did. Would you like to taste him? Only if you tell me how it started as I do. She rolled on her back and spread her legs. I got between your legs and saw he freshly fucked pussy red and wide open wet from their juices. I lowered my head and licked Jeff's cum from my wife's pussy. She began to tell me how she went to the bathroom but when she passed the living room she saw Jeff on the futon stroking his cock. When they made eye contact he smiled and asked if she would like to help. She began to tell me that if not for her being tipsy and us talking about her being with another guy she would of went straight back to bed. Now she was curious yet unsure. When she got close to him he grab her hand and placed it on his cock. Hesitant she slowly started stroking him. It was when Jeff undid her robe and touched her pussy that's when she dropped to her knees and began sucking him. Hearing her tell me this and the taste of his cum in pussy I couldn't take it anymore and fucked her missionary. I had never felt her pussy so wet and warm like I did then getting sloppy seconds. I didn't last long and shot the second load of cum in my wife's pussy that night.