1 comments/ 12382 views/ 4 favorites Blindfold Me By: justboycrazy I went home to my place after a very, very long day at work. I was a bit exhausted. I placed my briefcase down by the coat hanger. "Nick? Nick?" I called out his name. As I looked for him, He had eased up behind me as I felt something slowly covering my eyes which felt like silk. Once the sash was tied, I heard Nick's voice. "Just thought I try something different on you." He said into my ear. "You look so lovely and perfect, baby. Tonight, it's all about you." He added. He took my hand as he carefully led me to the bedroom, being the very gracious lover like always. He even made sure that I don't trip over or run into anything along the way. Once we were there, he gently backed me against the wall and deeply kissed my lips. I moaned with pleasure anticipating in a night full of many wicked pleasures. Nick then unbuttoned my white shirt one button at a time, sliding it over my shoulders. My soft, naturally well-endowed breasts were covered by a white lace bra. Nick ran his fingers over the cups, on top and over the straps. Gently, he felt me all over as he pulled me close, deeply kissed my lips, and he reached around the back of my bra and unhooked it. The bra fell to the floor between the two of us once my breasts were freed. My nipples were hard and begging to be touched, pinched, and kissed. We became hot and bothered as Nick took off his shirt and threw it to the side. He pressed his body against mine as we warmed each other up. I enjoyed the feeling of his skin pressing against mine which as the blood rushed through my body. My heart was rapidly beating while he rubbed against me with his ripped body in a slow rhythm. All while he kissed down my neck, tasting my skin, and nibbling my ears as my breathing grew hotter and heavier. Then, Nick moved me closer to the bed while his lips never left my skin. He ran his hands through my medium length, medium auburn hair as I grinded against him, wanting and asking for him. His hand slid between our bodies, unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them over my hips to the floor. He felt the wetness between my legs as I drip with passion, lust, and desire. Once I was naked and waiting, Nick gently laid me face down. As he slowly disrobed, he gazed at my naked, lush body, hot and waiting for him. He then grabbed a bottle of warming honey butter massage lotion. He held the bottle over my back and drizzled the lotion on me. As I relaxed, he rubbed the lotion over my shoulders, upper arms, and down my spine. My skin was soft to the touch like I was made of velvety rose petals or smooth satin. He lightly blew on my back, making the lotion's warmth more intense. I shivered in delight as his breath touched me. Then, he softly and slowly licked up and down my spine. Not only was the lotion warming, it was also edible yet softly scented. I lightly moaned at the feel of his tongue on my back. After he finished my back, he gently turned me over and admired my bare naked body, telling me how delicious I looked. I anxiously wait for him to bring me to ecstasy. He then kissed my lips, nibbled my ears, and licked my ears, and began moving down my body as he savored my flesh as if it were a fresh, ripe fruit. He lightly kissed my breasts and swirled his tongue around both of my nipples. I shivered with excitement, anticipating his next move. Next, he poured more of the lotion onto my front side as he rubbed into my breasts, my stomach, and worked his way down. He then licked my breasts, nibbled on my nipples, and blew. I got more aroused by the minute. Nick even did the same thing to my stomach and belly button. Once he got down to my clit, he poured a drop or two of the lotion on it and went to town on it. He licked, sucked, and blew on it, making me gush. I became even more hotter when he spreaded the lotion on my pussy lips. While my juices splash into his mouth, Nick got himself hard with one hand on his cock. I felt myself getting over the edge of ecstasy as he tasted me there. My moans and groans got higher and louder. He moistened my woman lips with his tongue and mouth. He even plunged his tongue into me a few times while my blindfold was stil on. "OHHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Nick, I want you inside me! Right now, baby!" I loudly moaned. Nick looked up at me and said, "I'm ready for you, baby girl." He pulled me up, laid me on my back against the pillows, wrapped my legs around his waist, and slowly plunged his cock into my pussy. He went in and out of me slowly while his hands caressed my body. He planted kisses on my face, neck, breasts, and shoulders. We stimutaneously moaned and groaned into climax. "Come for me, baby. Let it all out." He urged. I came loud and hard as his man milk exploded inside my pussy. Nick then wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my lips as our love-covered, sweat-drenched bodies rested on the bed. I untied the sash from my eyes and looked into his blue eyes. "Baby, that was so fantastic!" I happily said to Nick. He smiled, kissed my cheek, and replied, "You felt so good in my hands, looked so hot in my eyes, sounded heavenly in my ears, and tasted so good in my mouth." "Maybe the next time, it will be your turn to be blindfold." I brazenly said to him. "I can't wait to sense all of that!" He happily exclaimed as he kissed me again THE END Blindfold Passion Your knock at the door is tentative and light. Not sure if you really want to go through with this meeting. But that decision was really made in your mind weeks ago. The door swings open revealing a darkened room. With the dim light you can barely make out a silhouette as I offer you my hand. Reaching to take it, you feel the cold metal of the handcuffs close securely around your wrist. In a heartbeat I secure both of your wrists behind your back. Ordinarily this would be an unsettling situation to suddenly find yourself in, but you can't help but feel a little excited. The blindfold comes next completely eliminating what little light the room had. As you feel your heartbeat rise I guide you further into the room. Soft music drifts about the room and as you feel warm on your sensitive skin. The soft gentle kisses trailing from your ear down your neck send shivers of anticipation through your body. I begin to slowly undo the buttons of your blouse, my fingers shaking from both nervousness and excitement. Pulling it off your shoulders and letting it fall around your cuffed wrists adds to the sensation of being retrained as my hands caress your breasts. Allowing my lips and tongue to roam over your breasts, I quickly undo your skirt letting it fall to the floor. You are indeed a lovely site standing in the middle of the room, blindfolded, your blouse and bra draped across the handcuffs wearing nothing but a pair of purple panties. As I lay you back across the bed you feel the warm wet kisses begin to trail up from you feet moving to the inside of you thigh. You feel my warm breath as I slowly move upward. My hand trails across your stomach and down between your parted legs as my tongue lightly dances over the tightening muscles of your inner thigh. My fingers feel the dampness that is rapidly turning the material to a dark royal purple as I pull the material aside. You feel for the first time my tongue slides upward, parting you, causing a slight shudder to course through your body. Over the soft music playing in the background a continuous buzz invades your pleasure. Almost undetectable through the music it grows loader as feel the cool touch and rippling vibration touch you, sending the same vibration through your body. My tongue continues to create waves of pleasure as the vibrator slips between your parted lips and you feel the vibration invade your body. As the vibrator reaches its full depth I quickly secure by pulling your panties back in place. I quickly secure your feet to the bottom of the bed and run a rope from the chain of the handcuffs to the headboard. Not tight enough to cause pain just tight enough to keep you from raising up. Leaning forward I whisper in your ear. "There are some errands I need to run. I'll be back with a nice surprise." As I close the door I hear a slight moan. I slip quietly back to the chair in the corner of the room. I think both of us will have enough to keep busy for a little while. I quietly enjoy your motions and low moans for a while, before I move to stand over the bed watching as the muscles in your thighs flex and strain against the bonds that restrict your movements. The muffled hum of the vibrator drones on broken up only by your soft moans. As you pull against the ropes continuously tightening your stomach muscles I cannot determine if you are trying to retreat from the pleasure between our legs or drive yourself toward it. A shinny layer of wetness now coats your soft flesh from head to toe. A testament to the time and energy you have spent in darkness. Your breathing alternates from deep and slow to shallow and fast as the rapid energy waves that emanate from your core spread through out your body. As I watch your body move I can't help but grow harder than I have ever been in anticipation. I quickly remove my clothes freeing myself from what had become an uncomfortable prison. As I slide my fingers gently up the sides of your legs I feel a quiver of anticipation roll through you. I unfasten the bonds that have held your legs in place. You immediately breathe a sigh of relief as you bend your knees and pull your legs up toward your breast. Sliding the wet purple material off your legs I reach and slip the vibrator gently out making sure to brush your most sensitive area sending a tremble through your stomach. It is slick and wet with your juices as a trail it up your stomach and tease each nipple with the buzzing probe. Following closely behind with my tongue I suck hard on each nipple enjoying the slight trace of wetness left behind. Your back arches. Moving quickly I roll you over and bring you up on your knees positioning myself directly behind you. I run my stiffness the full length of you lips and ever so slowly enter you from behind. I stop after only about 2 inches. The incredible slickness and heat is mind blowing as it is now my turn to feel the shudder of anticipation run through my spine. I remove myself completely from you only to reenter to the same depth over and over again. Holding firmly to your hips as you try to force more and more in. You utter a single word. "Please" It is the only thing I needed to hear as I plunge my full length deep inside you and begin a slow rhythmic stroke as you rock back to meet it. Reaching underneath you I apply the tip of the vibrator to you feeling your body tense immediately. You let out a series of half moans half cries and your muscles tense gripping and holding me in the very depth of your being. We both explode in unison. And for a moment we are the only two people who exist. Collapsing down on the bed. I reach and unlock your cuffs, as I remain buried deep inside. Releasing a sigh of contentment I slowly start to move in and out again. Blindfold Pleasures It was the blindfold that made all the difference. Steph knew that she would probably know everyone in the room but because she couldn't see she had no way of knowing who was doing what, or indeed just how many others there were. Steph let her T-shirt be lifted over her head. A pair of hands started to caress her breasts though her bra. Then her bra was removed and she felt a tongue tease her left nipple. A hand was stoking the other as the tongue teased her. With a circling movement the tongue was working outwards from the centre until her breast was soaked with saliva. This action was repeated with her right breast until once again hands caressed them both. As the hands slide easily over her wet flesh, Steph felt her skirt being lifted and the gusset of her knickers being pulled aside. Suddenly a tongue darted out to play with her clit. Steph moaned with pleasure as the tongue worked its way into the folds of her pussy lips. The tongue lapped at her with long, slow, deliberate strokes. The hands were still caressing her breasts. Someone was rubbing some scented skin crème into them. Step began squirming with pleasure. The hands continued their gentle kneading of her tits while the tongue teased her clit. Occasionally the tongue would be flicked into her pussy. "Oh yes!" Steph cried, "Fuck me with your tongue!" Suddenly she began to tremble. She could feel the pulsations begin to rise within her. She opened her mouth to let out a cry of pure pleasure but had to choke it back as a juicy cock was forced between her lips. Steph eagerly began to suck as her orgasm wracked her body. She allowed herself to be positioned on all fours as she slid her mouth up and down on the fat cock that was between her lips. The tongue had removed itself from her clit and her body was recovering from the throes of orgasm. She still sucked greedily on the cock in front of her. The noises coming from its owner suggesting that she was not the only one enjoying this. The pair of hands at her breasts moved down and grabbed her hips. She obligingly lowered them and felt another cock begin to slide into her pussy. Steph quickly got herself into a rhythm; back, slowly impaling herself on the cock underneath her, forward, taking as much of the other cock into her mouth as possible. A pair of hands massaged her back with some of the crème that had been applied to her breasts. The hands worked their way down until they came to her bum. One finger started to spread some form of lubricant around her hole. Then the finger was inserted up her arse. After a few stokes it was removed and another cock started to press its way in. Three cocks were now fucking Steph. The sensations she was feeling would have made her cry out had her mouth not been full. She bucked her hips against the cocks that were invading her from the rear. As she did so the cock in her mouth erupted and sent two great wads of cum into her mouth. As that cock was withdrawn another wad struck her in the face while she greedily swallowed down the cum in her mouth. She writhed furiously against the two cocks that were still inside her. She could feel those cocks stretching her as she ground against them. She cried out "Oh God, harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Ohh God, Oh God I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me FUCK Meeeeeee!!!!!!" As Steph screamed her pleasure both cocks emptied their loads inside her. She lay back on the floor as the cum dribbled from her holes. She wanted to remove her blindfold but found she hadn't the strength. In stead she stretched out and luxuriated in the feeling of being happily well fucked. Blindfold Reflections Morning. He had told her to prepare an essay enumerating her limits and outlining the acts she would like to experience. And now, in the mirror, it is all staring back at her. If she was going to be with him, she was required to have a smooth pussy and he has made that point very clear. She will not forget that fact anytime soon. The Previous Night. Arriving at his home, she hands him the essay he had requested. Thanking her, he takes her by the hand, leading her downstairs to his studio. As they descended the stairs he reads the essay, without looking up, he thanks her for dressing as requested: A white hoodie sweatshirt, white t-shirt, worn jeans, sandals, white bra and g-string. With his thanks, she feels herself become warm with the thought of his praise and this warmth spreads between her legs. "Limits, limits...Ok." He reads muttering to himself. "That will work." The studio is a concrete and wood bunker in the lower part of his home. On the workbench is a computer with a large flat screen monitor, boxes of art supplies and several cameras. Aside from the chair and the workbench the studio is void of furniture. As he picks up one of the cameras, she feels herself become nervous. Seeing her response, he tells her to relax and he fires several shots of her. He tells her to remove the sweat shirt. Again, he fires the camera at her. The flash temporarily blinds her and she can hear the squeal of it recharging. As her vision returns she sees her photo on the monitor. She turns away. She has never been comfortable being photographed. "You are my canvas." With camera in hand, he walks over to her. Taking her by the wrist he positions her back against the wall and he steps back. The camera fires and she turns away. "Look at me." She complies and the camera goes off again. With each flash he tells her to move into a new position. His demands come quickly and she doesn't have time to think beyond the move. He hands her a hairband and tells her to put her hair in a ponytail. Rolling her head back, she brings her hair together into a ponytail. He fires off several more shots. Turning her to face the wall, he has her lean forward and place her hands on the wall and tells her to stick her ass out. Again the camera goes off and he tells her to move and pose. He stops, tells her to straighten up and face him. Turning around she sees him reviewing the images of her on the monitor. Now her mind has time to catch up with his actions and she asks him what he is doing. "Taking inventory." She looks puzzled. "Now Strip." She looks concerned. She states her fears. He offers her the bathroom where she can disrobe. However, he follows up his offer with informing her that he would be in there with her. He leans into her and explains that he has seen her nude in his mind and that she has seen herself nude in front of him while she has masturbated. Also, it wasn't on her limits list. Her skin reddens with his words and he doesn't fail to point it out. She takes a deep breath as he sits and she proceeds to disrobe. She pulls her arms inside her t-shirt and unhooks her bra and lets it fall from her under the t-shirt. She looks at him with a bratty smile. "Smart ass." Retrieving a utility knife from the work bench, he walks over to her. She feels him reach into her jeans and pull the waistband of her g-string up around her hip. With him close and tugging she feels her pussy become wet. The cold metal of the knife against her skin causes her clit to throb. As she moans softly, he cuts the waistband. He steps back from her as she reaches into her jeans and fishes out her g-string. She balls it up and is about to drop it to the floor when he reaches out his hand and takes it from her. He turns as he folds it and looks back at her with a smile. She realizes that he knows she is wet. He purposely places the g-string on the work bench and takes a picture of it. Standing there in front of this man with his cameras and control, she feels completely naked and she is still wearing her jeans and t-shirt. She removes her sandals and kicks them aside. Unbuttoning her jeans, she lets them slide down her thighs and legs and steps out of them. The t-shirt hangs passed her thighs, serving as a skirt. She stands there looking at him for a moment and he tells her to turn and face the wall. She begins to pull the shirt over her head and she can feel her ass being exposed. Again he fires the camera as she tosses the shirt aside and she takes a deep breath. She has never been completely shaved before and between that and the well lit studio she has never felt so exposed. As she turns towards him, she attempts to hide by looking down. "Look at me." She looks up and turns red as he picks up the camera. The flash goes off and soon she sees herself appears nude on the monitor. He walks towards her and she straightens up as he approaches. With her heart racing, he pulls her arms together as he steps behind her and holding them together with one hand he pulls her hair up and she can feel his breath on her shoulders. He releases her hands and they fall to her side. Tracing his fingers down her spine, she feels herself quiver as he reaches the top of her ass. He turns her around and now she is faced to look him in the eyes. She feels intimidated and scared and excited and aroused. He asks that she open her mouth. Tilting her jaw up, he proceeds to look inside. "Stick out your tongue." She sticks her tongue out and he grabs it with his fingers. She attempts to verbalize something. However, she can't against his grasp. He lets go of her tongue. Inserting his fingers into her, palpitates the soft tissue of her mouth. Her instinct is to suck. But, she doesn't. He has not requested it. With two fingers he shoves them back as far as he can until she gags. "You will need to work on that." He places his hand around her neck. His grasp is firm, but reassuring. He slides his free hand between her legs and she can feel herself flow onto his fingers as he presses them into her. "Very Smooth. Very Good." Retrieving a blindfold from the workbench, he proceeds to place it around her head. She wonders what is going to happen. She is not fearful. Nevertheless she is excited and nervous. He takes her by the shoulders and spins her around in place. First slowly. Then faster and faster. Soon she is losing her sense of balance and he releases her and steps back. She staggers as he retreats from her. Without a word he lets her struggle to maintain her stance. As she regains her composure she feels him move about her. Mostly hints of breeze and sometimes light touches. Without any warning he takes her down. He pushes her flat to the floor. She can feel the texture and smell of the wood as her belly and face are pressed to the floor. He straddles her waist and she hears him ruffling some paper and rustling around in a box as if looking for something. "Hold still." Suddenly she feels something cold and wet moving across her back. There is an odd but familiar smell that she can't place. She can almost hear him talking as he drags these wet items across her back. Next she feels the sensation down the back her arms. Then the sound of something crashing into the box. He repositions himself down her thighs, again instructing her not to move. Repeatedly she feels the wet sensation down her thighs and on her ass. Again he repositions himself, this time turning around and straddling her thighs. And the strange sensation returns. Exposing the soles of her feet by grabbing her ankles, she convulses in laughter as he drags something across them. She is very ticklish. Something she will learn was best for him not to know. Rolling her over on to her back, he straddles her waist and taking her by the hands, he leans forward, pressing them to the floor He kisses her. This catches her off guard and she experiences a flood of emotions He again drags the wet sensation across her skin. Along her arms and shoulders and down her torso. As he works from her armpit along the side of her ribcage she can hardly hold still, she is giggling and laughing. It tickles so much she almost pees herself. Now sliding alongside her, he leans over her. He is paying close attention to the area around her pussy. She feels the wet movement near her clit and outer lips. With each near intrusion she feels her pussy throb, ache for him. Something. Release. He moves down around her thighs and lays down the wetness and finishes off at her feet. She again hears something crash into the box. 
She hears him stand and walk away and then the sound of the camera going off. There is a hint of flash through the blindfold. "Stand." He helps her to her feet and she can feel him move around her and sees the flash coming from various angles as he takes pictures. "Kneel." On her knees, she feels him walk up to her and she hears the sound of the buttons releasing as he pulls his jeans open. She catches the scent of his cock and then the warmth as he presses his cock against her cheek. She pushes back against him and her mouth falls open. Taking her by the ponytail, he shoves his cock into her mouth and begins to fuck her face. He instructs her that she can rub her cunt. However, she can't come until he does and once he has come she has only one minute to come herself. With her pussy dripping, he continues to fuck her mouth and her clit is firm under her touch. With her heightened state of arousal, she struggles to get close to coming without going over the edge. She believes that she has seen the flash from the camera. However she doesn't care and simply wants to be her best for him. She feels him pull out of her mouth and release his load onto her breast and she allows herself to go over the edge and begin to come. The minute passes and he grabs her hands, bringing her pleasure to a halt as the contractions of her pussy fade away. "Lay down." She lays down as he makes a pillow of her clothes for her head. He sits next to her stroking her hair and she can feel his come thin out and slide down her body. She expresses the desire for a shower. "No." Laying with her, he pulls her close. A half hour passes and he helps her to her feet. She attempts to ask questions. Tomorrow, he instructs her. Still blindfolded he helps her dress. He hands her the t-shirt and she pulls it over her head and down over her breasts and his cum. She steps into her jeans and buttons them up. Kneeling, he places her sandals on her feet. He hands her the sweatshirt and she pulls it over her head, pushing her arms through. Freeing her from the blindfold he places it on the workbench. She shakes her hair free from the ponytail and then captures it again. He kisses her and she smiles. He asks how she is doing and she states that she feels good, however drained. He tells her he will take her home and put her to bed and wait for her to fall asleep. Again she smiles and he takes her hand. While riding to her apartment, she reaches for his hand and sits close to him. They arrive at her apartment and he takes her upstairs. Once inside she turns on the lights. "No lights." He turns off the lights and leads her to her bedroom. There is enough light to move about. But, nothing more. He tells her to pee and not to turn on the lights in the bathroom. She complies and returns. He pulls the sweatshirt over her head, tossing it aside. She kicks off the sandals and unbuckles her jeans and steps out of them and leans over and kisses him. Pulling back the covers he tucks her into bed and sits with her as she falls asleep. Morning. She wakes. Stretching, she climbs from the bed. The drapes are pulled and the room is dark and she heads to the bathroom with the images in her mind of last night and she turns on the light. She sees his handiwork in the mirror. First she notices he has written RESTRAINTS around her forearms just above both of her wrists. She steps back to see in the mirror that he has written down her thighs. On the left HUMILIATE On the right BONDAGE And on each of her kneecaps is GIVE HEAD enclosed in a heart. She lifts up her shirt to see writing on her belly and above her pussy. She pulls her shirt off and finds that the writing goes to her collar line. Where pubic hair once grew is Shave Every Day Directly above that FUCK FINGER FIST FLOG All with arrows pointing to her pussy. She feels her pussy become wet. Across the top of her chest are RULES! 1. Must ask to masturbate. 2. Must ask to come. 3. No tattoos or piercing. 4. More to Follow. The rules have a box draw around them. Now she realizes what tickled. The Other Pink Meat is written down one side of her ribcage and MY PROPERTY down the other. Around her nipples is written pinch bite clamp He has drawn a target centered on her sternum. COME HERE! The come he left last night has dried and is flaking away like sugar from a glazed donut. Suddenly she realizes something; she is able to read the text. He had written it all backwards so she could read it in the mirror. Picking up a hand mirror she turns to look at her back. This text has not been written backwards and she is able to read it in the hand mirror. Across her shoulders Hold by ponytail while fucking mouth! Below that in boxes he has written her limits. Limits. 1. No Kids. 2. No shit. 3. No blood. 4. No Piercing. 5. No Permanent marks. superimposed over the limits F L O G L O F L O G As she looks down her back she reads DANGER across her kidneys. Just above her ass is an M enclosed in a circle. Her ass is completely marked up. Across her cheeks SPANK FLOG CROP CANE PINCH SQUEEZE On the lower parts of her cheeks reads BOY SHORTS Along with TASTY MORSELS On both cheeks adjacent to her crack is *RAPE* written like lighting bolts with arrows pointing down her ass. Down the back of both of her thighs in big bold letters CANE HARD Down her calves is BIND and KIDNAP She steps back from the mirror to get a more complete view and gets a glimpse of the bottom of her feet. TICKLISH is written across her soles. A small part of her is pissed. She will have to wear long pants and long sleeved shirts until the marks have washed away. However, her overall feeling is of happiness. The happiness arises from the fact that he has spent the time using her as a canvas. An Object. However, he was very aware of her and put his object away safely when done. Reaching between her legs she finds herself wet and wants to come. She looks up into the mirror and sees rule 1. Must ask to masturbate. She finds her cell phone and calls him. He answers the phone "Good morning." "May I masturbate?" "Good girl." Blindfold Romp What a romp. Enjoy All are 18 - How do I start this? I can barely type thinking about it, my fingers are tingling. I could begin with how I could not fucking believe it was actually happening. How it did not feel real and, to be honest, *AWKWARD* How else to describe it? Maybe...guilty, ashamed, silly, shy .... and definitely, excited. Like I wanted to scream I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT!! Or nervous, because our parents were downstairs and dinner would be soon. AHHHHHHHH!! My mind was in such a rush, like I was this little animal, kneeling on the floor in front of my brother who was sitting on his bed in just a shirt. And I was staring at his cock. Oh, did I mention, he was blindfolded? For his school project. HA! I'm getting ahead of myself. "I'm right here," I whispered nervously. His face turning to me, unseeing. "What are you doing...." "Just kneeling...in front of you." I watched his hand go to his cock, watched it rise up between his legs, poking up from his shirt tail, his beautiful mushroom head of a cock spreading above his thumb, all shiny, as he gripped tight. I had dribbled some lotion on it, because he could not see. Edible Lotion, called Kama Sutra, giving me ideas. He paused, I encouraged, "Go ahead. I want you to." I was so close he could probably feel my warm breath. I WANTED him to see me. I had pulled my top all the way down, had untied the little straps and let it fall all bunched up at my waist. He did not know that, he didn't even know I was wearing red. His favorite color. I had come into his room, heard the shower and sat on the bed waiting for him; he came out still blindfolded and I watched him put on his shirt. I let him know I was there, god I was horny, and I asked him if it would be OK to go through with it. After having shared the fantasies we have, to take turns. His chest was heaving as his hand moved like magic up and down the length of his glistening cock. I tipped my head up a little, like I was balancing a pencil on my chin. Watching, waiting, eyes wide. His hand moving faster, he was groaning, a deep panting groan. "It's beautiful." I said. I'm a romantic. I held my chest out, didn't want him to miss. My pale breasts standing out with tan lines. "Just spray straight out." He pointed his cock at me. "Yeah, like that." I began to lick my lips. Fuck. This was incredible. I felt like such a slut. "I can't see anything." He reached with his other hand and felt my shoulder, which was bare and that surprised him. I smiled a little, letting him touch me. He knew? I let his hand wander low. "Your...." "Hmmm. Hmmmm." A smile in my voice. His hand stroked across my breasts, it felt so good. His fingers brushing my nipples. I giggled. I said, "I want to watch you cum, and ... I want you to cum ON me." He was still blindfolded, and I was taking 'care' of him. His cheeks flushed immediately, as he nodded. God he was getting into it, stroking his cock. I loved the way he was breathing, the way his breath caught and how he'd hold it as he stroked harder. I could see the pre-cum on his tip and licked my lips, blinking my eyes waiting for him to cum. God this would be heaven. I fantasized about him for longer than I cared to admit. I knew I wanted to taste it, feel it. It was all I could do not to lean forward, to take him. I could take him in my mouth. Mmmmm, I held my mouth open, my tongue lolling on my lower lip. Imagining my lips around that thick delicious cock head. But I wanted to feel it, on my skin. Fuck. Fuck. Only thing better would be if he were straddling me on the bed while I waited naked. I could feel my puss melt, feel it opening up, aching. I squeezed my thighs, tingling with its exquisite itch. So hungry. The wetness soaking my panties. I let the curve of my cunny press into the carpet. I lay my hand on his thighs and scraped my nails across his flesh and then it happened, the catch of his breath and a jet of white, so fast I wasn't sure. It caught me across the cheek, and another and another. He was spinning it out in lines on me. A spider web of cum, across my chest, along my chin, down my torso. It got on my jeans. So much cum. He couldn't keep quiet, his jerky grunts. And god it made me wet, I almost came, and god I wanted to cum. Let him see me, let him EAT me. I could feel him INSIDE me. Picturing his chin rubbing down between my legs, oh, letting him .... mmmm. Do anything to me. God, yes! Opening my legs I curled my fingers through my little bush and squeezed. I was his little cat in heat. "OOOOO" Running my hands over my body, smearing him into my skin, and brought a finger-full to my lips. Tasted the thick saltiness. When he was spent, I watched him relax, his breath slowing, looking at nothing. My little puppy. "You all right?" He finally said. "Yeah. I got to go. I was supposed to tell you dinner would be soon." I giggled again, drenched in cum. Could feel the liquids tickling down my skin in cool lines. "You got me. I'm a mess." His deep voice, "I did it." I was so happy, it was so what I WANTED. Such a fantasy. To be used, covered in cum. HIS cum. I brought my fingers up his thighs, touching his bare skin, and pressed my hands over his crotch, felt the wiry hairs in my fingers, wrapped my fingers into his balls and pressed the flat of my hand along his cock against his abdomen. So delicious to watch the surprise, the way his head dropped down, as he moaned at my touch. I let my fingers dance across his skin, feeling him. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I held it soft in my fingers, stroking, running my thin fingers all over his crotch, stroking lightly, could feel it jump. It was like he crumpled forward as I squeezed. His hands finding my breasts, squeezing, molesting me. He leaned forward and slid down onto the floor in front of me on his knees. I said again, "I got to go." But did not move. It all felt too right, surreal. Like a dream. "So beautiful," I purred again still with my hands down between his legs, feeling his member hardening again. I let go and lay my hand at his cheek. Leaning in I touched his lips with my fingers, guiding my own lips there. We kissed for the first time. His beautiful lips, and I opened my mouth, turned into him, let him slip his lower lip between mine and touch my tongue with his, as we crushed our bodies together, feeling my back curve to him as he pulled me in. My cum soaked breasts sticking to his nice white shirt as we kissed. Once the line was crossed.....I knew we could never stop, knew what was coming. The ache in me, like a razor. Mmmmmm. But.... I should start at the beginning. ******* I idolized my brother since I could remember. I denied it, could not identify it, didn't really even understand it. But it was attraction, all along, I was attracted to him since I can remember. The shape of his eyes, his mouth, his smell. His touch. The way he looked in a pair of jeans. I chalked it up to little sister veneration, and I was a romantic. I gave him Valentines, held his hand, left notes, MISSED him. Years and years and years. I felt it before I could name it. And something else. Starting in nighttime dreams, of us wrestling mostly. Him holding my hands, pinning me, not letting go and bending my arms back until I was forced to lay down as he followed me, as he lay on me. The weight of him, in my dreams pressing down. How I remember that! I had other dreams, of him running his hands along my back and legs, and me looking back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. Me laying on the couch, or outside, or on the floor reading or napping. Me in panties or nothing at all. I had dreams of him watching me, always watching, as I dressed or bathed. Of walking around the house naked, or outside, or at school. His eyes on me. Always those eyes. I would think about these dreams, with him so near to me, and my cheeks burned. I remember turning the dreams over in my mind, recalling every intimate detail, as I lay awake in the mornings and the dreams gradually transformed into fantasies. Waking fantasies. Pictures I controlled and would play with. I would lay on my bed legs spread wide stroking up my thighs, tickling a line softly across my tummy, squeeze my breasts, mmmmmm. Be so naughty, fantasizing about my brother, imagining his commands. "Turn over Ash. Bend over." And following that invisible voice, placing my middle finger deep inside, picturing him there watching, imagining it was him inside me. Feeling him there, moving on me, faster, sliding in and out. Oh so sweet, so good, undulating my hips, squeezing, feeling it all. He standing beside me, watching. And him masturbating. Those beautiful eyes on me the whole time. I would lay there imagining him. Talking to no one: Go on. Cum on me. Cum. Imagining how filthy, how sweet, his spunk on my body. Watching him there, the pleasure I could cause him So bad, so naughty. His hand pumping, imagining its thickness. Or leaning behind me, letting his cock lay across my ass, him cumming over my back and in my hair. Letting him push it inside, cumming IN me, wet and slippery. Looking back at him. You Beast!! How he could play with me, do anything. To be his plaything, his toy. His fuck toy. Mmmmmm. Imagining his thick erection when I later saw him idly reading, it embarrassed me. My cheeks burning. If he only knew what my thoughts were. Fuck. I climaxed twice, lay disheveled, panting in my sheets. And still hungry, aroused, wild for his eyes. And the fantasy of laying on my bed, looking over at my brother, as he masturbated over my naked body, of his cum spraying all over me, became my touchstone. I was never satiated. I would cum thinking about nothing else, over and over and over. And could visualize him in my room, in the dark. Or under my bed. Or behind me, or in front of me or above me.... And how THIS actually started is kind of weird, unexpected, and it was more the animation of that underlying energy that always existed between us than anything else. Did he feel it? Was it always with him the same as with me? Part of it was that as he got older he was gone more, with friends, with work, and he just didn't think about me so much. We drifted apart, or he drifted from me. I felt it. Did he? The absence, the longing, his disinterest. We did less together and I MISSED MISSED MISSED him, so much. ******************* Well, whatever it was, the energy started after he left and took on a momentum all its own. He was a Freshman in the Community College in town and got a dorm, I was in twelfth grade. It is not like he was gone all that much, because he came home for dinner often, stayed weekends so mom could wash his clothes. It just FELT like he was gone a lot. And he felt gone when he was here too, it just was not like it used to be. He talked a little bit about school but never girls. I never really even imagined him being with a girl, though there was a little worry there and I was also a bit jealous of him, protective. One thing about all these feelings was an emerging flirtiness between us, which I considered as being part of being close. Being close, his absence, and being older now. It was totally normal, I saw it with other brothers and sisters. But I liked to think he actually felt a little bit like I did. When I started missing him, I think the flirting went up a notch, and he let it happen same as me. I would actually get 'ready' when I knew he was coming home. I liked to dress up, wear nice clothes, revealing clothes the way teen girls do, so far nothing unusual at all. It was all in my head anyway. I would walk past and flip my dark hair back from my eyes, glancing at him. I was always playing with my hair in his presence, twirling it around my finger. The other thing I did encourage, which was such a part of my fantasy, was to have him look at me. Those moments I felt his eyes on me, so electric. Tapping into such a deep part of me, such a deep burning cinder. Those eyes. He had no idea about it. I would leave the slightest cracks in my door and sit in my bedroom, wondering. Or running into the basement and pulling off a top for the laundry when I knew he was downstairs and changing right in front of him. Watching TV in a short nightie in the evening, wagging my legs open and closed; or letting my skirt ride too high, let him see my panties. And watching those eyes when they noticed. Oh, God, yes! And the innuendos I worked into our conversations. "I bet you could lick me into shape." Not the half of it. Standing at the door waiting for him, seeing him in the driveway, "I want you inside right now!" Mmmmm. Yes, yes I do. And being he was a guy, I always could gain that little thrill, that feeling, of his eyes on me, or get the sense he got my naughty little perks of his being here. I knew he would peek at me, catch a glance up my skirt as I bent over. My T shirts with no bra. Him peeking down my front as I let it fall forward. And this also, I felt, was a normal behavior between brother and sister. He was not a peeping tom, did not seek it out. Though secretly, that would have been OK. I also never took it as far as really being naked in front of him, but bra and panties, he saw that quite a bit. More and more through the spring of my Senior Year. By the way, me in my bra and panties is a pretty good sight, if I don't say so myself! Ahahah. So dressing, undressing. And now I think about it, the down my blouse shots would have given him a great view of my nipples. So, yeah, my naked nipples, and sometimes I would change a top in front of him with my back to him, so he would see my bare back. And me in a bikini, the nice view up my open legs. The bulge of my crotch, my camel toe. It's making me hot just thinking about it. Whew! Stupid, teenage, but still ordinary. And I knew to be careful, knew how far I should or could go. It was part of our being 'close.' He was a guy, I was a girl, and honestly all our little indiscretions became normal. A girl does like to be admired. And it never changed, that feeling of attraction I had for him. And that lingering, what would happen if.... and did I want it to? And when I was horny, those times when he happened to come home while I was ovulating, well things always just got kicked up a little. About five days of my cycle I was off the charts - crazy horny. Lets just say I was 'In the mood.' THAT is when it happened. ******************** First, my brother emailed me during the week about a project and wondered if I would help. I was writing a paper as I saw the email screen pop up on my screen. Sitting at my lap top, writing AND checking email, and noting who is posting stuff on Facebook, and Skype AND... (these days writing a paper is a very social event:) When...I got the email from him. It just said: Hi;) I fluttered because he did not email me often. And I see it pop in on my right screen, being a girl with my lap top monitor and another flat screen. I open it, and heading says, 'I love to get Naked in the morning." I was like, what the fuck! I feel my cheeks grow warm, a flutter in my stomach, and immediately shoot an email back. 'WTF??' About a minute later he writes, 'Didn't you see the picture?' 'No.' And I scroll down, and there is a shot of my dorky brother holding up a bottle of 'Naked Orange Juice.' So we open a chat: Me: You are such a dork. Bro: Got your attention!? Me: I'm writing a paper, but yeah. Bro: Just sayin hi. Me: Hi. That it? Bro: And a question. Need your help. Me: Ahhhh. Girl troubles;( Bro: Nah, but always willing to take advice. Bro: You always got a guy, any secrets?? I laughed, what the hell is this about?? I got no guy. Feeling silly, and a little bit hot. Me: Easy. I just flash my titties, and they follow me around like a puppy. HA! There was a pause. I felt embarrassed. Me: TMI? Bro: Guess I can't follow you around then. Bro: Never seen your tits. Me: As if. Bro: Maybe...Once Bro: or twice Me: Maybe ten or twenty. LOL Me: I know about you. My cheeks were glowing now, I felt all warm. Thinking I should not have written any of this. Nothing. Me: Dork. I got to work, what did you want? Nothing. Shit. Me: When you coming home again? Bro: Not this weekend, next weekend. Me: And?? Bro: I got this project at school. We are supposed to learn what it is like to live with a disability. Some want to tie an arm to their side, or wear earplugs, or such shit. I decided to wear a blindfold. We're supposed to have someone in our family to interact with, and like. I thought of you. Would you help. Me: Blindfolded? Bro: Yes. Something about that set some trippy feeling in me. Me: Kind of Weird.... Me: But. Sure. He went through everything. I wanted to know what it was and he said it had to do with learning about understanding people with disabilities. Elderly, or injury, or physical disability. The project was that everyone in this class had to spend the weekend in a manner that left them with some sort of disability. Earplugs, as in you cannot hear. Or binding an arm to your side. Staying seated in a wheelchair, like that. My brother had the idea of being blindfolded, not being able to see. The other thing was that the project required the students to be with another person, someone who could help. The teacher was interested in safety but also in the students learning how to interact with another person, what it felt like to be disabled around other. Need seek help, when to be independent. What it felt like to be disabled around those who are not. It would be for the weekend and he needed somebody to be with, and HE thought of me. Somehow, somewhere in this exchange was a flutter in my stomach. I don't know why, but this idea of him being blindfolded played to all my feelings of being watched, only in this I would be the watcher. I agreed. And we sort of identified how it would all work out, what help he needed. Obviously it would not be ALL the time, not all night....hee hee hee (and he was the one who said that!). Be still my heart. So by Friday I pretty much ran wild with the whole thing. Getting to be with him non stop, and him being dependent on me. Being close together. Me having this unfettered access to looking at him, anywhere I wanted! BLUSH. God....I loved it. Oh, and yes, I was a fertile Myrtle. --------------------------- He came home Saturday morning, and was to be blindfolded the whole day, the whole weekend. It all drew this little tingle inside. Yum. He says to me, "You still want to do this?" "Of course!" And what we decided first was to go for a walk. Just a walk, get outside. Move around. He had the blindfold which was provided by the teacher. It was shaped in such a way there could be no peeking, but it also was not large, making it inconspicuous. He wore dark glasses over it which made it not weirdly noticeable. What we did was go for a long walk toward where we used to live, when mom and dad were renting. -- "This is totally weird. I don't feel at all confident about my steps." He looked like he was ready to drop off a cliff with each step. I was holding his hand, guiding him. "It's OK. The road is level. I'll tell you when we come to a curb. Trust me." Not much happened on the way. But when we got there a distant, barely audible song, and Nick lifted his head. I barely heard it. "Ashley!! Ice Cream! It's an ice cream truck!" He said. He sounded like a little kid, the kid I remembered. "Weird how you can know that just by sound." "I do feel like all my senses are better without my eyes." Anyway, he was right. We found that truck and each of us got an ice cream cone, sat down by the curb. I guided his eating of the cone while having mine. It was like sitting with a two year old, having to tell him where it was melting too much or about to drip and he would turn it the way I said. We were laughing at this. It was hilarious how much you need to see just to eat an ice cream cone. Blindfold Romp He said, "How's dad been?" "Dad's been, uhhh, dad, I guess." "He hasn't said one thing to me since I got in the house." "Mom talked to you. He's NEVER very communicative. Old school, the fact a roof is over our head and food on our table....no different. It's fine." "He does not even know what I am taking this semester. He could care less." Nick sighed, and I began pointing out the needed ice cream licks. At one point I was holding his cone and sort of feeding him. He was turned toward me, unseeing. So intimate. "I like taking care of you." He says, "I could get used to this." To which I added, "Any time. I'm yours for the whole weekend." And, by the way, I meant the innuendo; and as I said it I touched his nose with the ice cream. "Hey! Ash." Before he could do anything else I leaned in, "Here." And there was this moment, a frozen moment between us. I felt it anyway. A pause, with our faces close together, too close. I could feel the warmth of his cheek, as I .... licked the ice cream off the tip of his nose. There was something about him not being able to see. I remained leaning close in to him. He said, "You're being bad." I felt tingles, "Just helpful. Here...." And then I licked him again, right at the corner of his mouth. And as I pulled back a little said, "You had a little there too." Silence. This closeness enveloping us, I felt it anyway. After a beat he turned away. "We done?" "Yes." The way he took my hand as we got up, helping me to stand, there was an intimacy that is hard to explain. I had never touched him with my tongue before. I was blushing. But he could not see that as we held hands the whole way home. He could not see anything. It made it so, we could be anyone. Anonymous. Invisible. More intimate without eyes. ***************** I was wearing a plain light green T shirt, candy apple, normally I wore better. Weird how I would do that for him. Knowing my brother was here I would normally dress up a bit, vamp up a bit. But he could not see, and it didn't matter. It was like a muscle shirt, you could see my bra straps, and a faint outline of my bra. I thought about my bra. 'Why did I wear it?' And I pictured what this T shirt would look like on me without a bra. I don't know what it was, but that moment really got me going. So this whole back and forth conversation going on in my head. I sort of wanted to look nicer, because it was HIM. But, it didn't matter. All silly, yes. It continued like a record skip, seemed significant. After twenty minutes or so we were almost home, still holding hands. Talking about nothing. Nick seemed totally comfortable at this point, walking along in those dark glasses. He looked like a blues brother and I told him he needed a hat. It was getting to feel so natural, it felt like we were a couple. We never went for walks, but from outside you could tell he was blindfolded. We had a few times where someone noticed and would take a second look at us. "Someone noticed." I would whisper. He listening to me, quirking a smile. One time a car actually stopped in mid-street. The driver checking out what was going on. I mentioned that too, and we headed into the alley not wanting any cops showing up. But without incident we got ourselves home. At one point he said, "One thing I'm learning is that I really have to trust you. The ice cream incident notwithstanding." I squeezed his hand. "We're here." When we got to the house, it was only mom in the kitchen. Dad was gone, running errands. They knew what was going on, she peeked in at us. "How did it go?" Her sing song voice. Picture your own personal caricature of a mom, and you pretty much had her down. I said "Fine." Nick piped in, "It's very weird, I can't see, but all my other senses are way better." It was a warm, humid beautiful summer day and we went into the screen porch. We have two cats and they came out to check on us, one jumped on each of our laps. I asked, "Do you want anything?" "I'd like a drink." "Like a soda drink or a drink drink." "How about a drink drink." I went and got him a white wine, not a red. I remember thinking he could spill. I put it in a plastic glass, and told him why because these might be things a person who cannot see would do. No glass, white wine, stuff like that. Might be good for his report. I also snuck myself a glass as well, and brought the bottle back with me, set it to the back leg of the chair. We always have bottles in the house. I know I am not supposed to have any, but its not like my parents are gestapos; and its not like I'm a drunk. But today, the sun, US, my 'mood,' it all felt so romantic. I put my wine in a plastic cup too. I sat on a lounge chair opposite from Nick, and we settled in. It was now late afternoon. I asked, "What is it like?" "I just feel like I'm invisible. It's hard to explain. Apart from everything." "I can see you." "I can't see you. But your hand, holding your hand, walking with you, it all felt different." "I haven't held your hand in a long time." "But I really noticed. Like, I notice your smell, I can smell you. Right now." "Ewww.!!" "No. No. You smell good. Your hair. Your, skin." My eyes were glued to him, something he did not know. Mom left for the store, calling to us, and we stayed where we were. It was a perfect day. And the seed of an idea began to form. Swirling, bobbing and turning in my thoughts, 'He cannot see me.' All these years surreptitiously exposing myself, doors left ajar, changing in front of him. The whole house is empty, only us. My heart skipping a beat, I leaned back in my lounge, spread my legs, lifted my skirt, began 'showing' my panties - exposing myself - to his unseeing eyes. So bad. My heart pounding, it just felt so wrong. So naughty. He was there, right there, like nothing was happening. I remember thinking, Maybe he CAN see me? It became part of the thrill. I lay my hand over my pussy, gave this delicious little squeeze. It felt dreamy to be like this, right in front of him. He kept talking like nothing was happening. Sipping his wine, listening to the sounds. "I notice the birds." And at that moment I did too. His words were bringing me deeper into my senses too. I cooed, feeling the wine and a little tickle between my legs, "It's weird how I don't notice, but when you say something, then I do." Still petting myself, bobbing my foot up and down, staring at him, leering at him. Feeling so deliciously decadent. If he only knew. So as I pet my kitty, we talked about our cats. HA. At one point he said, "Are you holding a cat too?" Oh my god!! "Yes." I said, my hand cupping my own personal pussy. "I am." "Even this feels different. I have to write a report. I can tell I have Leon [one of our cats]. He's smaller. Maybe you should try this? Tomorrow I mean." "Maybe I will." I said, "It's one of my fantasies. Being blindfolded." He laughed, "I'll be YOUR helper then," and he finished his wine and I poured him some more. We settled back in as I once more spread my legs. We had a moment of silence. Feeling a bit tipsy and braver and horny all at once, I added, "So...tell me one of yours." "What?" "I just told you a fantasy of mine. You know. How about you?" He laughed, "You serious?" "Why not. I got you the whole day. This has been fun." He paused, petting the cat. I thought he was going to drop the whole conversation. Let it go, but then he said, "Mine is RED. The color red. Someone all dressed in red, red lingerie, or just red lipstick. Red 'panties,' red bed sheets or..." His cheeks were flushed, his voice trembling a bit as he said it, and the thoughts that were filling my head. I felt hot. I felt so hot. My legs were wide and my panties soaked. God, it was so crazy. He just did not know. He continued. "So....yeah, there. That just popped into my head. Your turn." "Excuse me?" My eyes wide. "This is fun, what the hell." He took another sip of wine. "I can tell this is white wine by the way, I can tell without seeing it. Even though you told me. It tastes white. And... I bet you can guess, I love red wine." He laughed. "Red." I was already on my second glass, and felt almost dizzy but was not sure from what. "This is kind of a crazy game." "I don't even feel like I'm talking to my sister." "What!" "I'm just in this invisible bubble." Invisible. I smirked at my tipsy brother, as I was rubbing myself steadily, almost to the point of a growl. A spark of naughtiness made me want to take my panties off, bare my pussy to him, and I reached my fingers under the elastic. Goddammit! It felt so good letting my fingers brush through the hairs, right in front of him. "Welllll....." I held the L's thinking about what I could possibly say. He encouraged, "Be honest. Daring." "This IS like truth or dare." Silence again. "It's ....It's always ....been" I was measuring my words. God, what could I say? "Hmmmm. It has been a fantasy of mine to actually, more than be blindfolded I guess, to be, to be laying down. or ..." My fingers were racing now, up and down, fuck, so good. I could feel my voice changing. "To be, I guess, to be watched is how I will say it, looked at and be naked at the same time, like I was someones pet, who I would do...anything for. And the boy, watching, and there is nothing NOTHING I can do about it." My words were stilted. My heart was pounding. "Sorry, I'm trying to find the words." He took a big drink of the wine as I paused. It was quiet awhile, and he asked, "Any more?" "More?" I paused. "Like, I don't know if I should say this?" "Go ahead." Silence and then I pressed on, "And, all I can do is lay there, you know, watch, and the boy is masturbating, to SEE him do that." God that was it, my fantasy. I fucking said it. My dreams I had of him year after year after year. I began rubbing my puss slowly as I spoke. Felt my face burn, "I could, like, you know, let him put his penis in my mouth, or....move me however he wants. Any way he wants. I weigh practically nothing, so, pick me up and move me just so. And looking.... to be looked at, maybe run his hands over my skin, see me, watch, to see how he wants. But to be controlled. Not resist....and ..." And I accidentally let out an audible moan. His head twitched. He said, "You're aroused aren't you?" I took my hand out of my panties, "What do you mean?" He said, "I can smell it. God, I can smell your...arousal." I paused. Thinking about what he said. "Maybe a little," I whispered. Did he know? In the silence he continued, "Keep going. It's OK." "What? Oh, Well That's It. Yeah." I drained my glass, my head spinning, my cheeks burning. "God. I cannot believe I just said that." Silence. A long silence. I squeezed my legs together. My God, he could smell me. He could not see me, but he could smell me. Like an, animal. I was so totally aroused by that. God. Fucking god. I had never been so aroused in my life. My voice resonant with arousal, "Your turn." I looked over at him and his cock was hard, I could see its outline. This still line in his shorts. I wanted to say, 'you're hard' just like he said 'you're aroused' but did not have the nerve. He was looking around. Squeezing the armrest. Thinking. Finally he says, "I'm having a hard time thinking of something. That...God, that was really hot Ash. That surprised me." I, feeling suddenly a little embarrassed said, "Sorry." "No. No. I asked." And I said again, "Your turn. Your turn to embarrass YOURSELF now." He laughed. "Do I have to top THAT!" "Feel free to try. Maybe...." I paused. Should I say it, I was tipsy, aroused beyond belief, not wanting to say anything stupid. And then, "Maybe we can make some of these fantasies happen for each other." Silence again. Long silence. I am thinking. Shit. Shit. Shit. What did I just do? Finally, "You serious?" "No." I laughed. "I wanted to see your reaction. Priceless," giving a forced laugh. I lost all nerve. I was shaking. Not able to believe what I had said. My knees were up in the cushions, my little skirt up around my thighs, I was a mess, I felt like I'd cum. Like we had made love. My heart pounding so hard I thought maybe, in his blindfolded state, he could hear it. He could smell my sex, he could smell me. It burned in my thoughts. The silence of the house, the slant of the sun as it hung just above the trees. I said, "Here," and poured him another glass full to the top with the last of the bottle. He took a long sip and spoke in an even, low voice, "I fantasize about being watched too. Kind of the same. But I am tied, I CAN'T move. Can't do anything about it, can't stop it, and a woman I have never met is undressing. Looking at me. I lay down and she ties my hands, and then to feel myself touched, touched and rubbed, and it's like she is a goddess or something, touching me however she wants. Rubbing along my body, and I cannot do anything, She asks what I'm doing and says it's OK, she wants to see me. I could turn it around too, tie her, control her To slide my hands up her legs till I reach her panties and pull them down, knowing she cannot resist. Cannot say no. Just to see, to be like that with each other, watching her get wet as she moves her body for me." Silence. And he adds, "There now I am just as embarrassed." I was amazed, the feeling of his fantasy. THIS FANTASY. It's similarity. It's familiarity. My cheeks burned and in the silence of that room, god how I wanted him. Felt so close, so needed, so needy. This little seed beginning to grow. He continued, "So....yeah, Your turn." The sun had just gone behind the trees, and a descending darkness. The blindfold coming down over the world. It was quiet, no birds. He was waiting patiently, wanted me to fill the silence. Finally, "I have always fantasized about someone masturbating over me, and cumming on me as I watched it. Feeling my skin covered in cum. Letting it just happen." I squeezed my legs together pressing my hand over my crotch, "Oh god, we are being bad." The blindfold never came off. The porch was getting darker. Our voices became these disembodied vibrations. Moving us, opening, giving our deepest, hidden secret truths to one another. Erotic gifts. Saying things we never should say out loud, let alone to each other. We never touched, I did not hold his hand. We had emptied a whole bottle of wine between us. And then the sound of the front door, opening and closing, mom was home as reality snapped back in around us. I bolted upright, tugged my skirt around my legs. Feeling guilty. I hid the empty bottle behind my chair before she popped her head in. "How is everyone?" "We're fine." Nick's voice cracked. "You been in here the whole time?" "Just talking," I said dizzily. She turned a light on, "You could have turned on a light." Nick got up and said, "I didn't notice it had gotten dark. I got to go to the bathroom, rest for a bit." "Do you need help?" I said as he walked off, I did not even know the meaning of my words as I asked. -- "No, I know the layout here." ******************** I stayed in the porch, feeling the humid warmth. The darkness. My kitty itching, I loved the ache I felt, I want it so bad, my hormones on fire. No one there, just the glow of the sunset and I pull my panty crotch to the side and sink my fingers in. Oh Fuuuuuck. Running my finger over my clit, so fucking wet. I lay back, feeling like this, just feeling, picturing the day, and what we said. Masturbating in the humid warmth. Picturing him watching me, and I close my eyes. Those eyes. I can feel myself gushing as I explore, frigging myself faster. Squeezing myself around my fingers, arching my back. Oh god, I can feel it. Feeling myself be filled up, imagining lines of cum on my skin. The trembling down my spine. Opening my legs nice and wide. Fuuuuuck!! I had this little skirt on, tiny little panties. I am fucking all spread out for you. I want to feel it in me, feel his cock. See it. Be with him. Touch his skin. Closing my eyes and I can feel his lips, the corner of his mouth. Licking that ice cream off his skin. I keep my breathing soft and steady, watching the house in case anyone comes in. I am ready to explode. 'Ah. Ah. Ah.' Panting. My skin is wet with perspiration, and I feel it rising. Rising up like a snake inside my body. My toes stretch out, I hold my breath, squeeze tight and pull my knees up. OOOOOOOh. The wave of an orgasm rushing through my body, a white light inside. Like nothing I ever felt before. Delicious. Oh fuck. I have to stay quiet, and letting go, my slippery fingers, shiny, covered in my juices. My feet touching the ground, I lay back and look at nothing. Just the warm darkness of the room. The sound of mom moving around in the kitchen. Shit. What if someone had come in here, when it dawns on me. Holy shit, he went to jack off! We both are masturbating. He came!! I picture his body, oh fuck. If I was wet before, I goddamn ache, imagining him upstairs, his thick gorgeous cock. I wanted to say, "Can I see it?" Could picture the line of his cock in his pants. My breathing slows, I imagine looking at him with pouting eyes, wanting him, wanting him to do what I ask. To be his little bird with her wing down. My lithe little body, feeling so soft, warm, wet, relaxed. And my mind moving to my lips, my moist lips. My tongue. My post orgasmic flutter, imagining his spunk on my tongue, sucking him off, god I want a cock. But, better senses begin to kick in. I get up, wash my hands in the downstairs bathroom and go into the kitchen to help mom. ------------------------ Dad came home, smiled at me, said hello and asked mom what was for dinner. I look around the kitchen, my cheeks still felt warm. No way they can tell I just came. Can they?? I feel a twinge of guilt, how ordinary this all appears. My panties feel cool, as they dry out between my legs. I still feel the ache of my crotch, still want to be touched and watched and held. Fuu-uck. Mom had chicken, potatoes, vegetables. Everything in the oven. Dad had left and was in watching television. Mom says, "Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Would you go tell your brother?" "Yes." My heart in my throat. She adds, "You may have to help him, you know." I looked at her, what does she mean?? Guilt in my mind, in all my thoughts. I look at her uncomprehending. "The Blindfold." She says, "have you forgotten?" "No, I haven't." I recover. "OK." God what a weekend this was. ******************** Going to his room, I hear the shower and....it was open. At first I did not see anything, but then my brother on his bed. No clothes on, my heart beat in my throat. Oh God, I just kept walking by the door and into the bathroom. I leaned on the counter staring into the mirror. What do I do? I walked back out, past the room again without looking and into my room, but did not close my door. Well, what I did was creep silently out of my room, sat on his bed as he showered and waited ..... You know what happened! :) ------------------------- Fuck. God. I was still so fucking horny. He was up moving around his room getting dressed, and the call from downstairs. "Kiiiids! Dinner!" And for the fifth time I am thinking we have to go down to dinner. I said, "I GOT to go." He continued to dress as I stood, uneasily testing my legs. I felt dizzy, sticky, my top pulled up again with cum stains drying on my front, and I slipped out of his room. I felt so fucking hot, and dirty, nasty. I looked back, remembering every moment. Picturing myself down on my knees, how I wanted it. Leaving covered in his cum, marked and stained, pulling my top off in my room and tossing it in the corner and got dressed. Looking int he mirror - thinking - His wet mess, His slut. Blindfold Romp -------------------- I went downstairs for dinner, settled in my place, next to him. My cheeks began to feel warm, feeling as if everyone knew what we had just done. They had to know. I felt marked somehow. I did not look at him, but it didn't matter. He had his blindfold on. I slid in close, close enough for him to feel the heat of me. I had to help after all, sliding close. Probably too close, drinking in his smell. I began to serve up his plate and mom interrupted me. "Ashley, he needs to try do it for himself. Help him, but don't DO it for him. If he needs you he'll ask!" My cheeks burned with those words. "OK mama." I relented and we got ourselves served, I was still right next to him though. Both of us still reeling from what we had done. The conversation, pleasant and bland touched on everything going on in our lives, with dad silent as usual. I began to focus on Nick again, wanting to feed him, touch him, help him. My heart pattering away. I leaned nearer and lay my hand on his leg, and he placed his hand over mine. We froze, drinking in each other skin for a little moment. "Ashley, you need to focus. He is fine. For heavens sake. Helping is not helping. He can eat his own feed. Focus on your own plate." "OK mama." We held hands when we could, as we ate. ------------------ After dinner Nick went into the living room. Dad went to watch the News. Mom stayed in the kitchen, and I stayed to help her a little while. Mom said, "I'm fine, help your brother." Permission. It felt so illicit, her granting me permission to go see him, alone in the living room. I went in silently again, but with enough movement so he knew I was there. Somehow, he KNEW it was me, I could tell. Hmmmm. Can he smell me? Squeezing my legs still feeling how fucking wet I am. I stood by the couch where he was sitting, facing him. My eyes on the door of the kitchen. "Ash?" OH! "Yes." What he did! I don't know if I expected something or what it was. The shock was exquisite. Almost painful. What he did was to trace his fingertips, ever so lightly, up and down my warm smooth bare thighs, letting his hands rise beneath my skirt! I, ignoring his touch, let him slide his hands on my thighs, over and over again. Finally, I asked him if he liked the day, our walk, the porch, the....ohhhhh, my head dropping as I stood unmoving, his hand reaching out molesting me. Fuck it felt so good. My lips swollen, my cheeks burning with arousal. Squeezing, touching. His delicate touch as I watched the doors, and across the room to where dad was sitting. Standing there, playing sentry. We talked like this, as if he wasn't doing anything at all, like I was not aware of his little light touches moving higher and higher between my legs. I was in a loose skirt, and the tickle of his touch beneath it. His hidden hand. Only the feel of his touch. Luckily (luckily??) I was still in my little panties. The only barrier between his hand and my hungry pussy. I moved a bit closer, holding my one leg out as I did, biting my lip. His strokes making me so warm. I sighed, he heard it. He said, "You all right?." "Hmmm." "You could come to my room tonight." He said it to no one, still blindfolded, he did not look at me as he said it. I was mesmerized. Said nothing. "I just want to SEE you." Again, my mind reeling. His words met with silence. "Ash?" It had the sound of begging. Almost a whimper in his voice. Finally finding some words, "I don't know. I just...." as I was watching, watching for movement, so nervous. His hand still playing down there. "Mom and Dad are right here, their room is right next to us." "Nothing will happen. We can be quiet." My cunny near exploded, in that moment he brushed my panties as he said 'quiet.' As if! If nothing happened, then I would be pissed. Fuuuuuck! My heart was beating so hard imagining what he was suggesting. To stay the night in his room. The whole night! Picturing us together, wrapped in his arms. A new rush of wetness, slick and warm, hot, and I faltered. I could barely breath. I squeaked out, "No. Not tonight I mean." And, "Both mom and dad are right here, right now. Nicky." I waggled my hips, "You have to stop," but made not one step away. This was all too delicious to let go of. His hands continued, scratching his nails between my legs, I began undulating, seeking his touch. His fingers running across the damp patch of my crotch. I was going to collapse. I could no longer stand, my heart pounded in my ears. I could not breathe! My eyes. I was almost crying. He says, "You feel so good." "Nicky. Nicky." Squeezing my legs over his hand, " I WILL be with you, all day tomorrow." I closed my eyes, and in silence I let him run his hand down my thighs and up the inside of my legs, over the front of my panties, across my tummy, down my mound. Anything. Everything. I wanted it so bad, I did not move. The way his hand caressed me down there. I wanted his cock, to see it again. To feel it, taste it. Imagining him putting it in me. Anywhere, in me. Suck on him, and began opening my legs again. And at the moment I thought it he said, "I want to see you." The path was set, the glide path. At that moment I knew. That feeling when you know, when you are with someone and you just know. THIS will happen. I want this one to do anything they want to me, take my clothes off, see me. Touch me, put their mouth on me, anywhere. My brother. It just did not matter, the path, it was opening out ahead. He ran his finger along the inside of my thigh, along the crease of my panties, I leaned closer still, opened my legs, arching my back. So good. I felt him tugging at the edge of my panties. Would he? His voice. "Ashley?" It took me a moment to hear it. Time was slowing down. "We will find, time. Tomorrow. Nicky. Oh, Nicky. You HAVE to stop." I did not move. My mouth lolled open, his finger scratching across my labia, his fingers brushing through the hairs of my pussy. Touching me. Pulling at me, tugging at the crotch of my panties, opening me, opening my pussy lips, his fingers exploring. Slick and sticky and wet, his finger pushing, probing, finding my little hole. Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck. "Nicky. Please. I....oh." Say yes. I kept thinking how I could do this. Yes. Yes. Yes. How I could still go in his room. Maybe. My nipples were tight, I was breathing hard. It was hard to watch, be aware. Lost in my senses, my eyes, everything moving so slow. My mind is drifting to worries, how Mom would be coming out soon. And then, Oh god, he could make me cum, right here. I can't make noise. I wanted to moan, I can't. Oh god. I began rocking my hips at his touch, moving him how I liked it. Even his voice was beautiful right now. "Ash." The way he said my name. "This alright?" Fucking yes! I was buckling over his hand, riding him, he held his fingers to me. I wanted to open his pants. Say yes! His finger working up up inside me, his thumb right over my clit. Oh god, fuck, melting under his touch, my breathing was heavy. !! A noise in the kitchen, a shadow under the door. He let go, his fingers removed from under my skirt. Pausing. Our eyes wide, looking. Nothing. Silence. I am still standing there. Watching his hand, feeling it at my tummy, up along my front, over my T shirt, higher, toward my breasts. My little titties. I felt his hand curling beneath my breasts and down again, his hand spreading over my belly. Holding his hand there, I could imagine his thoughts. Thinking of his cock, right there inside me. The way he spread his fingers and pressed his hand over my belly, right over my abdomen. It's yours. The way he held it, held me. Owning me. His big sigh as he did it. The desire, the want. To be inside me, I leaned forward pressing my belly into his hand. How the want takes over. When, finally. I saw shadows again beneath the kitchen door. "Mom! Coming this way!" He knew my body. I nearly gasped as his hand left my skin, we knew each others body, each others smell. Like a hunger, reaching into our very being. The sense of loss, his touch gone. Me. Me, just standing next to him. Blind to everything else. ----- Tomorrow:) ******************* Safely in my room, I did not believe I would sleep at all that night. I was wrong. After everything, after walking, being outside, the heat - of every variety imaginable. The alcohol (I had had more), I actually fell into a deep sleep and did not rouse. *********************** I woke next morning, suspended in that little window of time when you cannot remember the past or present. As I woke, this dawning awareness rose in me. "Holy shit." I breathed as I lay in bed that morning staring at the ceiling. The next thing I felt was sticky, having not showered the night before after our last encounter; confirmed by running my fingers through my puss, still damp and my hairs a bit spiky. I gave a squeeze, ah, fuck. Still so wet. The ache, still very much there. How did I become such a dirty girl this weekend? I could hear movement in the house, shuffling and thumps. It was Sunday. The bathroom, water running. A rustling in the next room. No way was Nick up. Mom and dad were getting ready, they would be leaving for church. Ha! A swelling adrenaline rising, my heart patting away. I heard a door close and another, then steps down the stairs. We would be ALONE in the house all morning. At least four hours! They went to church most Sundays and had lunch after. Alone. I turned to my side, looking down at my breasts, threw the sheet back, my hips rising showing a little bush tucked between my legs. I rolled onto my back, wagging my knees in and out. Biting my lower lip, lifting and dropping my knees. Scheming: He was probably still in bed. Still sleeping. I need to clean up though, but ...Mmmmmm. Nicky. Nicky. Nicky. This warm feeling, an exquisite expectancy came over me. Anticipation. Throwing my robe on I headed for the shower. Still scheming, my mind going a million miles a minute. I could put on my nice red satin nightie, mmmm, nothing else and nonchalant stroll in there. Ha! I am going to do it! I bet HE is naked under those sheets, sit down beside him, say 'good morning sleepyhead.' My heart pounding, already my body started to tingle. The plan was forming along with my hearts quickening rhythm. But I wanted to clean up first, I was still such a mess, so I slipped into the shower. My skin feeling all electric and soft, shining in the water. I lathered, paying special attention to the mess between my legs. I would be wet again soon enough. I put some sweet smelling lotion on, dried and combed my hair. A little lip gloss, dried my hair. How wrong was this? Standing naked before the mirror holding a red little nightie palm up in my hand. This was it. Red. Oh fuck, and his favorite color. Right now, I didn't care, I felt tingling and hungry. God I wanted to feel his skin. I may see his beautiful cock again! The light little camisole dropped down around my shoulder and over my hips, falling right at my crotch. I held the bottoms, looking at them. Evil grin, and tossed them onto my bed. I was going to go in there in only this one thing. It felt so light and silky, spinning my hips in the mirror. I felt completely naked, and from the waist down I was! I wanted it. More than anything, than ever before. Desire comes through the eyes, he desired and he wanted to see me. I laughed at his blindfold. Still scheming. He would just have to wait - to see. But... (Oh, I'd let him see, just not right away.) ---------------------- I slipped silently into his room and he was still asleep. I could hardly even see!! He lay so quiet, the sheet pulled up over him, the white fabric drawing a line across his middle. I could see his bare shoulders. He was out, I knew what a sound sleeper he was and I carefully sat at the edge of his bed looking at him. Not moving, sitting so still. Watching his smooth easy breath. My heart pounding so hard I shook, I could hardly contain myself. He did not move, was he faking? I sat there watching him breath. No, he was asleep. I loved his room, taking it all in, so full of him. I loved sitting on his bed, feeling the sheets. Drinking in his scent. It was part of the connection I had, for some reason I was so attracted, could feel it in my stomach, that erotic feeling, the desire, at his scent. I slid a bit closer and - here it goes - lay my hand at his hip, held my hand there, palm down and waited. When, I felt him draw a longer breath, felt his muscles tighten the smallest bit. Knowing he felt something, and I closed my hand a little, squeezed. "Hey sleepy," I cooed. He began to turn. But I stopped him with my hand, pressing it against his hip, holding him there. Keeping him face down in his pillow. I said ever so soft, "No. Don't. Don't you move. Stay like that." He paused, acclimating himself. I could tell he still was not awake. But he lay still as I pushed and prodded at him gently, directing his body how I wanted it, so he was face down on the mattress with his arms out at his sides. I reached to his nightstand and, looking down at him (he still had not seen me) I said, "Close your eyes," taking the blindfold. I did not want him to see me yet. "It's day two," I whispered in his ear and slipped it over his eyes, securing them, making sure he could not peek. I went back to sitting by his hip, right beside him. He was all mine! He began turning again and I said, "Just a sec." He paused again. "Ash? What are you....doing." "I said Wait!" And again was pressing him so he continued laying on his front and deftly slid across raising each of his arms above his head. I took a scarf and cinched his wrists together. "There." And I had him tied. I took another length of scarf and tied that between his wrists and then to the middle of the headboard. He lay with the sheet across his hips, hands raised, with his wrists tied loosely to the headboard. He could have escaped if he wanted. "Ashley." He tugged a little, a little harder. "What the hell?" Laying with his arms above his head, he was quirking a smile as he said it. I know he knew. He could feel how he was unable to move, knowing what I said. Knowing our fantasies, what we had said. What I was doing. With that I rubbed my hand over his shoulders, all trussed and blindfolded, in nothing but my red camisole top. "Good morning." I said it again softly. I had never felt so sexy in my life. "Surprised?" Looking down at him I began tugging the sheet lower, revealing that he actually was NOT naked. With the sheet pulled all the way down it revealed he was wearing a pair of white briefs. I began to giggle, taking glee in his vulnerable position, his little boy underwear. I teased him about his underwear. Not boxers, but these really small tight little briefs. And White. "Awww. They're so cute." I giggled and spanked his butt. He rocked a bit back and forth, unable to move. "They look like girls panties." I giggled some more, was being so bad; alleviating my nervousness and imagining his cock growing hard. As I giggled, I let my hand run down his spine, across his lower back, scratching along as I went, and grasped the elastic of those briefs; pulling them lower, exposing his butt. "I'm going to take these off of you now." I said it so matter of fact. He froze. And as I tugged could feel them catch on his cock. Oh god, he WAS hard. The briefs caught and held, he lifted his butt to aid my effort. I knew it. I worked them down and he now lay naked for me. I turned myself toward him, all blindfolded, tied and now naked. "What should I do?" I whined in a little girl voice. "We have ALL morning. Mom and dad are gone. You HAVE to do whatever I want." It came out with a pout. He said nothing. Waiting. I stood beside the bed and his head looking blindly toward me trying to figure what I was up to next. He did not know I was wearing red, for some reason I loved that. That it was the only thing I had on. I was already so wet I could not stand it. I moved onto the bed, this time lay myself down along his length, letting my body slide up against him. So good, feeling his skin through the thin silk. Knowing he felt the silky fabric of my camisole. "How about ...this?" "Oh, Asssshhhh." His voice was like a hiss. The pleasure rippled from him, I could feel it. He said, "I want to see you. I HAVE to see. Oh Ash." His words were met with sharp nails. "Bad Nicky," I said and delivered my punishment, leaving red streaks across his back. Raising myself up and straddling his thighs, I dug my fingers in. "How about ... Tickle Torture! Tickle Torture." He convulsed, laughing. I knew all his ticklish places and he bucked, as I rode him, tickling away. Screaming breathlessly the whole time, "Stop! Ash. Stop it." But I was cruel and relentless, he was turning now trying to buck me off, lifting his butt in the air and turning himself. Until, finally, he succeeded! I slipped off to the side, letting go, as he turned full onto his back and no sheet covering him! AND There is was! Oh fuck. Yes. That hard cock. Sticking straight out, a bush of hair at its base. I hadn't seen you for a whole day! Silence filled the room, and it was like time froze. I reached my hand out and grasped his hard cock in my hand, running my fingers along its length. Worshiping, kneeling at his side, licking my lips. I breathed in his ear, "You behave and you might get to." I gave his cock a little squeeze and lay my head right at his tummy, the corner of my lips resting at his navel, looking down his abdomen at the tip of his delicious cock. I began touching, playing, stroking, as I watched my hand as if it were not mine; playing over his skin, feeling the warmth of his belly on my cheek. Taking in the wiry bush of dark hair from which his beautiful cock sprang. Nice and fat, his mushroom head. The little line at its tip. I loved the silence of the house, the emptiness, the aloneness, him and me, him being in my power, the dirty play. I slid my cheek down his abdomen, lower, lower until I kissed the tip of his cock, felt his hairs brushing my cheek and the sticky liquid on my lips. Opening my mouth around his shaft, I kept going. His cock playing on my tongue, opening around the head of his cock, feeling it fill my mouth, as I took his entire length in. He was in me, in my mouth. My hungry little mouth. I heard him moan at my violation, the tip of his hips to me, the intake of breath, his trembling heart. All trussed up, tied and helpless, mine, mine mine. I could do whatever I wanted. So. I sucked him, sucked his beautiful cock, bobbing my head up and down and rolling over him, so I was on all fours, straddling his legs and sucking. Taking him in as deep as I could, the feel of his cockhead pressing into the back of my throat. Needless to say there is no talking when your mouth is full of cock. And then I relented, let it go, and lay once more along his length, curling into his warmth, drinking his body in, the feel of his skin. Our skin, my silk nightie the only thing between us in these soft white sheets. But he still could not see. Pressing my weight to him, to his front. Working my face toward his, letting my hair fall around him, feeling the bush of my cunny sliding along his thighs. Delicious. Thinking, he knows I have no panties on now! I could feel his cock leave a trail of cum down my body as I rose to meet him. We were eye to blindfolded eye as I settled my bush over that beautiful cock. Letting it press in, between my hungry lips. I could feel my juices leaking over it, settling, settling, ahhh. God so bad. "What should I do with you?" I asked, leaning up on my elbows, pressing my pussy lips around his hard cock, looking at his lips, sliding the littlest bit up and down. "What should I do with you?" I said with this dirty little mouth that had been sucking on cock, I kissed him soft. A soft and chaste little kiss. Blindfold Romp "You feel so fucking good." My Nicky said. I waggled my hips over his cock, let myself lay down on him feeling its exquisite pressure on my mons. "I thought you would like the 'breakfast' I got for you!" Then pressed at his chest, pushed myself up until I was sitting upright, letting the lips of my cunny slide around his girth pushing down with my full weight, sitting up on top of him. And once again, running my hands over his body, sitting up on him, looking down at him. His arms above his head, unseeing, feeling his warm wetness. "A good boy like you, doing just what you are told, hmmm, what do you deserve? Hmmmm. You want, um, to see me?" "Yes! Yes Ash." "You do huh. Just see?" "I...." he paused. I was playing with him, toying with him. Was there a wrong answer? There was no wrong answer little Nicky. We were on the glide path. And I reached up and slid the blindfold off, with no answer, staying just where I was, sitting down on him returning my hands to his chest, knees open and at his side. The vision he saw was a disheveled little brunette, perched on his naked body wearing a little red silk camisole and nothing else. Red. Red. Such a bad little sister. ------------------------------- "Like it?" Holding my arms out, "I picked it out just for you." "Red." His voice cracking at the site of me. I leaned down and gave my Nicky another lingering kiss, less chaste this time. He could not touch me, but he could see me. I so loved being looked at like that, moving my body before him, his eyes on me. No brotherly look today! As I was kissing him, I could feel myself sliding a bit, noticing how my pussy was opening up over his cock, the hairs of my cunt brushing his bare skin as I let myself undulate, rocking up and down. Feeling his cock dig into my clit. I began to slide, mmmmm, masturbating that beautiful cock with my cunt. We were over the top, as I raised up high and could feel his tip catch between my legs. "Nicky?" I whispered, it was a question. "Should I?" His eyes wide, looking into mine. "Should I," looking down between us, "let you fuck me?" All in the trill of my voice, the catch in my throat, our lips so close. My mouth hung open in front of his as I whispered f-u-ck. I was so hungry and I wanted to be fucked, wanted him to fuck me. Let him. Feel him inside me. But. Not sure how, when, like this? Right now. Wait? So many choices. God! My itch insatiable and I slid down hard letting my clit dig in, and he was meeting each thrust, trying to get in me. That first time, the hunger so insatiable. That first time with someone. You want to fuck, but so many ways. Tearing each others clothes off, or standing against a wall, or in the car, can't even wait to lay down. Pulling at each other, like starving and suddenly this room full of food. You want everything all at one time, and it is just overwhelming. I willed myself, to wait! and lifting my cute little ass, slid away. "Want to SEE more Nicky?" I was talking as our lips were pressed together, and pushing myself up to my knees over him began to move up his chest on my knees, until I was straddling his face. "You look so hungry. Such a good boy. I have a little something for you." And his eyes on my open dripping cunt, my swollen pink lips. "That Breakfast I promised," as I settled over his mouth. Oh, fucking god, my camisole all spread out. He nosed in between my legs and began licking, laying his mouth over my pussy. I sat myself down onto his face, and watched him disappear into my kitty. Feeling him slide his tongue, split me open, lapping on me and ground myself into him. Oh fuck, so good. Dropping my nightie over his face, not seeing him there, just a tongue moving inside me. The nightie spread out around my hips. Oh god, invisible tongues. But then those eyes and I would raise up my hem, giving myself to him, his eyes on me. Those eyes. Saying to no one in particular, "I can't believe this is happening." I wanted to ask if he loved me, I felt that so strong. This love, but I did not. We could never do this again, or I wanted to believe, I wanted to say that too but knew better. No promises, don't think. We can't be doing this. A pair of little animals, our bodies reacting to the other just the way they should. I am horny, I want this. He wants this. It should not be happening, does it even matter? How would we ever stop, I could not imagine ever stopping. I pictured us living forever together. The feel of him, reverential, the way he lapped at me, my pussy juices on his tongue. Feeding him with my pussy. With this stream of consciousness I am sure I said some things, I could not tell what I said out loud and what I did not. Cannot tell his words, or grunts, the smell of us. Of US. "You like it? You like the way I taste?" I think I said this, but he could not talk. A few times I felt him rocking around and realized I had become so distracted, or squeezed my thighs together to tightly and he could not breath. HA. Such a bad sister! After who knows how long it was, but I began to move away, sliding back down his body looking down at him. His eyes meeting mine. Lifting my hem and looking at him, until with one swish I lifted my nightie right off and threw it beside the bed. His eyes looking up, across my cunt, my breasts, my eyes. "You are so beautiful." He said that. "So incredible." And I wanted to prance around the room, to dance, do a cart wheel. I felt like a little kid. And I lay myself back down his front, breakfast was over, hugging to him. Curling to his body, his little girl. I felt a little selfish looking at those hands, realizing how I wanted them on me, I wanted to be held and stroked. I wanted him to make love to me. Fuck me. I wanted his body, his cock, his tongue, his fingers in me. I felt his cock poking up between my legs again as I lay and bobbing my ass around, felt his body tensing and reaching, as I let the tip of his cockhead press against me. Opening my legs wider, spreading my legs for him and letting myself rock back. Bullseye! I literally hurt with desire. Picturing him inside my belly. Oh. He wanted it, wanted it bad. His cock had its own mind, and lifting my hips up, wham! I trapped him down, pinning it with my mons to his abdomen. Such a tease! "What you want Nicky? You want to fuck me? You almost did that time." I opened my legs wide, positioning his cock right at my opening one more time so he could see it. Letting my cunny kiss his tip, dropping and bobbing over him, the slightest pressure until I felt myself open. A little far that time. I had my head tipped to the side, "Tell me." "Yes." "Say it." "We shouldn't you know." "I know. Say you want to fuck me. You want it?" "You know I do." "What you want Nicky?" "Oh, Ash, let me fuck you. I want you. To Fuck you. I want to be inside you. I want to hold you. Let me hold you." I kissed him deep and felt my entire insides go liquid, his eyes were on fire. We lay looking at each other, wary animals, open in every way. And I let myself sink, let him sink deep into me. The surprise when I did it! Feeling his cockhead stretch me nice. Holding my cunny at his cock oh, his head popping in, turning it this way and that, feeling him just inside, the pressure and then slipping. Oops! And feeling the head of his cock sliding through the wet folds of my labia, kissing him down there. Oh god, and then all over again. Tease, such a tease. My breasts were pressed to his chest, by tummy wet with sweat and he was in me again. My hair tangled and fallen around his face. Deeper, letting him in. I kissed him again, rested my forehead on his chest. Watching. Watching it inside, lifting up so I could see and the bump of our sexes. Held him there. He was thick, and I was stretched further than ever before. I held to him, my cunt opening around his cock. Impaled Could feel his cockhead twitching inside. His hips moving, in and out, the littlest bit. The tug and stretch, the bump of my clit in his tangle of hair. I wanted to lay like this forever, seriously, for eternity. I thought I might pass out. Fucking. Fucking. As I lay like that, his voice, "Ash, untie me." To never stop, never end. Ever and Ever. That poison deep inside him, inside me, us. Never more. Only wanting and flesh and hope, and future. Cum. Not a load spent, his cum already inside me. Feeling it leak out my cunt. His body relaxed. This, only this. One. We were on the glide path. As I lay on his front, legs open, clinging to his body, I reached up above his head and began to untie. His wrists coming loose, his hands fell down around me, pulling me tight. So fast little boy. Almost violent. Pulling me, his hands were on me. I was his. All his. I said to Nicky then, "There. I gave you your fantasy. My turn." And rising up, feeling him deep inside, riding him like a good little cowgirl, grinding, feeling him so deep. I wanted him so far inside, to feel him pressed to my cervix. I wanted it. To cum. He was all eyes and hands now. Eyes and hands. He slowly lay his hands at each side of me, holding my bare hips moving them to the middle of my back and down over my butt, tugging at my body, rocking me over his cock. He was touching me now, everywhere, could not get enough, like he did last night. I turned to my side, so we lay beside each other, his cock still riding inside, holding myself to his body, we were one. Together. "I'm all yours today. You can do anything you want to me." We lean back and his hands found my breasts. He squeezed. "They're kind of small." I pouted. An apology? "They are so perfect Ash. I've wanted to do this for so long." True? I say, "They are still growing. You can tell because my nipples still have this kind of poofy look. See?" We are laying like this, exploring, as his cock is squeezed up inside me, right in my belly. He took his hands away and I leaned near to him, he was lifting up his head and took my nipple in his mouth. Suckling me. Oh, it felt so good. The tug at my teat, and each suck giving a twang in my cunny. God how I love that. Sucking and fucking. His thrusts began again as he sucked. At one point he held me on each side of my face, giving me these sweet repeated deep kisses as we fucked. I would pull away and let him find me again, over and over and over. I loved the feel of his breath on my skin, his smell. How hot we were, moist, liquid and slippery. I kept thinking how I never wanted this to end as he alternately kissed me and moved inside me. I began rocking my hips meeting his thrusts, hungrier and hungrier, grinding my cunt against him, curling my leg around his pulling him in until my clit hit bone and I drew little circles, and short little lines. Digging my clit into him. Until I got the rhythm just right. We had never been together, but I knew his body, how right how we fit. I was so wet and could hear the sounds of us sliding together, this sucking of our bodies, how I stretched - like a flower - spreading open, my pink center was his - so delicious - this open mouth. Then I felt him rolling me onto my back, moving on top of me. Wow, he's strong I thought. The weight of him pressing to the mattress. His muscles tight, pressed up above me. His low voice, it's wonderful growl, "Open your legs." ------------------------------- "I knew this would happen," as I settled in and brought my knees up, spreading them wide. He lay between my open legs and I watched him lift his torso up, eyes on me. Looking at my naked body. At his cock sliding out, leaving me, slick and shiny, almost out all the way. And then sliding his whole length back inside. Without control my body melting and this long "Ahhhhh," the air just leaving my body. And again, his length leaving me, sliding out and its whole length back in again, I held my mouth to his ear, "Now I want you to fuck me. Yes. Push. You're going to fuck ME. Cum in me. I want it, feel you inside. Cum. Do it." His guttural moan as he moved on me faster, "Cum with me." He was rocking against me, my little body moving - undulating - quivering - beneath him. Sliding up the mattress with each thrust. So much smaller than he was, I realized this. It felt like the first time. His body rising and falling, thrusting against me. He was not looking at me anymore, not at anything. Feeling my body, pounding me. Silence, the sound of the bed, the mattress, the clink of the headboard. My hair spread out about my face, his Medusa. Eating him. Taking him, feeling it all. Faster and faster. The bump of our sexes as we came together. Pressing ourselves to one another in this surf washing in on shore, different each time....the same. Our smells merging, yielding, the way I opened and closed around me, he was stabbing my open wet mouth. And his body tense and hungry, the bump of our sexes when we were penetrated her completely. The sweat of our tummies sliding together. The touch of my breasts against his. The kiss, the wet open mouth of our kiss. I let my hands drift lower, caressing his ass, touching the little indent at the crack of his ass, feeling the rise and fall, the tension in his body. Opening myself wider and digging in, oh that's it. That's the spot. yes. yes. I breath out, moving faster. "Yes. Yes. Keep going, cum in me. That's it." My mound is hitting it just right, oh god, yes. He is pounding down, panting. Hitting it. Oh, yeah and my whole body trembling, my stomach clenching, squeezing my thighs so tight. So tight. "God you are so tight." "Yes, baby, keep going. Yes." His low, oh, yes, "I'm going to cum." He says. "Yes baby. Cum in me, cum in me." I reach down between his legs and my fingers between his legs, can feel his balls. Oh god. His body tensing. Faster, I am after it too, and our bodies trembling together. When. It all goes. He is right there, oh right at .....So incredible and I can feel the cum beginning to spray. Oh god, we are cumming. Everything, it all vanishes. The heat. I see white. I am claws and fur. We watch. I watch his eyes glaze, an anger overtakes his body. I watch his shoulders fall forward and lurch back, his body jerking over me. And I can feel myself tremble, holding, holding, oh yes that's it. And it all washes over me. Oh fucking god. "Oh, baby, oh, so....." and the wave of orgasm, the spasm of cum. I want him, I want it. It explodes, and my body twitching, curling me in half. The cum, instantly changing the texture of our bodies sliding together, the squish and slosh, the tension inside. He lays down on me, exhausted. His head off to the side and I kiss his ear, he turns and I am holding my mouth open touching his lips with mine. And as we settle, breathing long deep breaths, we are still clinging, clinging to one another; still wrapped around each other. He is still inside! Oh God still there. Don't leave me. My hair is all stuck to everything. My eyes cannot focus, I want to lay like this all day. So fucking incredible. And then, weirdly, we notice each other. Smile, laugh. Touch our mouths together, I give his tonue a little bite. I can feel cum running down my legs, I look at us. We are naked. Remember what we are doing. Cum is running all over the bed. His cock, soft, plops out. He rolls off me now. Laying dissolved, disheveled and naked in our bed. --------------------- That day when mom and dad came home, we were sitting in the porch again. Like a postcard, innocent, flowers and plants. Sunlight streaming in. But...If one looked close enough, you would know. We smiled, sighed. Our cheeks glowed, and the air in our voice when we said we were having a nice day. The project? Oh, the project. Yes. Oh yes, going perfect. Perfect. My Nicky sitting there with that bindfold on. Why hasn't Nicky left yet. We turn a little toward them. Oh, well, Nicky can stay this evening, the night. Yes. Well, Nicky can stay one more night. He has some time in the morning. Yes, one more night. He does not need to go home today. Yes! They wander off satisfied, noticing nothing. ------------------------ I woke slowly, could feel the gentle rocking of the mattress in the pitch dark. We agreed, this time, he would sneak in MY room. Convincing ourselves we could be quiet, that my room was the quieter room. I felt myself wrapped in his powerful arms. Tonight, for him, I lay naked waiting. God, he was so hard, I could feel its length running up my spine. That beautiful cock. I felt giddy at where I was. His hands moving across my hip, curling his fingers so their tips tickled my bush. "Ash?" His kiss at my cheek. His breath at the corner of my mouth when I felt the head of his cock tuck nicely between my legs. So fast! Positioning himself behind me, mmmmmm, god. Fuck, I could feel it slipping, finding its mark, oh and tipping my ass back, meeting him. That's it. Yes. Oh, so hard, thick up inside from behind. My breath caught in my throat, oh god. His cock, once nestled so nice, he slid back and forth, back and forth, and with each pass I could feel myself open. Tipping my ass back to meet him, aahhhh. "So bad." I breathed as I swatted him. It became impossible to stay still as he rolled me onto my front and I pushed my ass up into the air, got up on all fours. Reading my mind as I picture what we look like he says, "I want to ride you." His low whisper, and I felt him tug my hair and fuck me like this, legs wide on all fours. Taking what he wanted from me, he was so hungry and aroused. His beautiful cock riding inside. The pitch dark, we were both blindfolded in the night. Oh god, that itch. Oh god, play, move on me. Oh, how I wanted this. His movement a bit faster, and a sudden, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum!" His low moan. I encouraged, "Cum in me baby. Yeah, I want it. You can do it." Yeah, today I was his fuck toy. My fertile little belly, that's it. Yes. I could feel him fall down over my back and hold me to him, feel his cum filling me, squishing into me. Oh god, fill my belly. I had momentary thoughts of babies, of being together with him forever. How it would be, secret lovers forever. His body relaxing, he slid to my side, his cock still shiny and hard. And taking the opportunity, still being a hungry girl, I rolled over the top of him and took my own way with him. My turn, and impaled my body on his cock, holding him to me, grinding down hard and took my pleasure before he got too soft. My clit already knowing his body, already so frazzled, a breath in the right place could shatter me with orgasms. My body ached, was sore. I felt all stretched inside, sensitive. Like glass, hot glass. He watched me, I could see the glow of his eyes as I kissed him, as I rode him expertly to a delicious little orgasm. My little clit already knowing where to go, squeezing and squeaking as I came. And then more to myself, "We have to be quiet." And added then, "God I am a mess! What a slut I've been." I turned on a light, stood naked right beside him. His hand hung out and he pressed my puss, the sore ache of his hand there. Ahhhh. I backed away, went into the little bathroom and found some water. I took a washcloth and wiped myself down all over, pressed the warm damp cloth between my legs and moaned. God I am still so fucking aroused, looking back into the bedroom. His body curving the sheet. I would be getting back in there with him, knowing. We will be fucking like this all night. Oh god I will be fucking shredded. And quirking a grin now at my face, wide eyes, swollen lips, my dark chocolate hair was an absolute tangle. My breasts chewed on, little scratch marks. The dark fluff of my puss, all swollen. Yes, that blindfold. What a romp, and we never lost that blindfold. ------ By the way, we fucked nine times that night!! The End Blindfold Surprise My plan was to blindfold Sue, tie her to the bed, and bring a "stranger" into the bedroom. Sue usually enjoyed the helplessness of being tied up during sex, but I wasn't sure if she'd like the blindfold. I have known Sue for sometime now and she is very special to me and I would never do anything to hurt her, or that she didn't want to do. Sue does not seem to think she is all that attractive to other men, though I am constantly telling her how good looking and sexy she it. I couldn't seem to convince her that most guys would be lining up to have the chance to fuck that hot body of hers, and judging from the reaction from most of my friends when they're around Sue, some would be knocking down the door. The only friend I felt that I could approach, was Terry. I figured Terry would be a good choice too, because I has used him as a subject of our fantasies on more than one occasion, and, coupled with the fact that he thinks she's sexy as hell, it would work out to be a perfect match. When I talked to Terry early that week, it took some beating around the bush before I came out and told him what I really wanted him to do. He was more than game, though nervous about his presence being a surprise to Sue. I guess desperation overcame any reservation he might have had, because his only question was "where and what time?" That Friday night, Sue and I started warming up for our evening at home. As soon as the house was empty, off came her bra, along with most of her inhibitions, and she suddenly became the sexual being I love so much. Sue went to the bathroom and enjoyed a nice long soak in the tub, and I called Terry, making sure that everything was just right. He was to sneak into the house through the side door, which I had left unlocked, at about 8:00, and wait in the room that we had added on to the house a few years ago. About 30 minutes later, Sue came out of the bath wearing a very sheer bra, a very sexy silk panty set and almost black shimmering stockings that accentuated her gorgeous long legs. She looked hot. I begin by putting a porno tape in the VCR to warm things up. I, of course, had selected a tape that depicted threesomes involving two males and a female. Sue is always open to new experiences, that's one of the things that makes her so special. I began by caressing and licking Sue's tits, occasionally stroking her pussy with my free hand. As I increased my attention toward Sue's pussy. It was now or never. I pulled out the blindfold, explaining to her that I wanted her to put it on, lay back, and fantasise that she was being made love to by two men. Though hesitating at first, she finally agreed, succumbing to the heat of the moment. As she lay back, I take her hands above her head and lightly, but firmly tie them to the headboard. I worked my way down her body, licking and sucking whatever was close. Sue began to writhe about, and I knew her pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I reached for her 1 dildo, and, positioning my cock over her mouth, slowly slid the dildo into her cunt. As she sucked my cock hungrily, I began to slide the big dildo in and out, going deeper each time. "Ooooh, fuck me!", she said, almost choking on my cock as I rammed it in and out of her mouth, "fuck me with that big cock!". Sue was so horny and worked up, she must have had at least two orgasms in just a very few minutes. When she finally started to come down, I pulled out the dildo, and was surprised at the amount of cum that was dribbling out of her pussy. As Sue lay there, basking in the afterglow, I made up some excuse, and went to the other room to get Terry. I had him come into the next room to quietly wait for my signal. I went back into the bedroom and lay down beside Sue, and began to stroke and caress her body again. I could just imagine the hard on Terry must have already, just seeing Sue in this vulnerable, yet sexy position. I rechecked the blindfold, and, just as before, began by kissing Sue lustily, working my way down to her cunt. As I moved back up her body, I motioned for Terry to quietly enter the room. I inserted the dildo into Sue's cunt, and asked her who she would be fucking while she sucked my cock. To both mine and Terry's surprise, she said that she would like to have Terry's cock in her pussy. If she only knew! As she suck my cock and fucked the dildo, I grabbed her legs and pulled them to me, caressing and licking her feet and toes, and allowing room for Terry to get into position for the change. Sue was starting to really get worked up, thrusting her pussy toward the dildo as much as she could manage, with her legs pulled back. She loves to get fuck in this position, as it allows her take my cock deeper into her pussy. On signal, I removed the dildo, and Terry moved up and inserted his cock into her sweet, wet pussy. I was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud. Sue stopped her thrusting for a split second, long enough to realise that this was a real cock in place of the fake one. Apparently, her lust overcame her inhibitions, because she began to fuck Terry and suck me with a renewed vigour. As soon as I released her legs, Terry leaned forward, and Sue wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her pussy. She began to meet his every thrust with an intensity that I had never witnessed before. Seeing her fuck Terry like this was more that I could handle, so I began to fill her waiting mouth with jets of cum. After she licked my cock clean, I pulled away so I could watch. She immediately pulled the blindfold away, and didn't seem a bit surprised that it was Terry that she was fucking. The visual aspect of their lovemaking was apparently more that she could take, as she began to cum. "Fuck me deep and hard" she said, as she pounded her hips upward. "Ooooooh, fuck my pussy hard, Terry!", she screamed. I could hear the smacking sound they made, as his cock pistoned in and out of her juicy tight cunt. Following Sue's orgasm, Terry groaned loudly, as he filled her cunt with his cum. He seemed to go on forever. Terry rolled off Sue and lay down beside her to gather his senses, but she was not yet through. I undid the ties! "Come here", she said, with a devilish grin on her face. As I came to her, she pushed me down to the blanket and crawled up on me, straddling my face. "This is what this little trick is going to cost you", she said. She slid forward and plopped her dripping pussy right on my mouth, and said "lick my pussy, I want you to lick it clean". I must admit, I was hesitant at first, but if this would turn her on, I was more than willing. His cum tasted salty, yet kind of sweet as well, so I did as I as told, licking and sucking every part of her pussy that my tongue would reach. She then motioned for Terry to stand before her so she could suck his cock. As Sue engulfed his cock in her sweet mouth, she began to grind her pussy on my mouth and chin. As she slid her lips down his shaft and began to lick his balls, Terry began to moan quietly. No sooner than 5 minutes later, she was cumming once again, covering my mouth and face with her pussy juice. Her increased ministrations to Terry's cock soon had him cumming as well, filling her mouth up with his seed. Sue, who is not being a bit shy about swallowing, lick and slurped greedily as his cock erupted, savouring every drop. We made love several more times that night, trying various positions in order to satisfy all our desires. Terry finally left around midnight, so Sue and I lay together, cuddling and kissing until fatigue took it's toll and we fell asleep. She is something else!!! Blindfold Trick Jack walked into his house. He tried to sneak past the lounge quietly so as not to be noticed by his mother, Kate. His gentle tip-toes were no match for her bat-like hearing. "Jack!" came a yell from the lounge, "Can you come in here please?" Jack rolled his eyes before huffing quietly to himself. He knew what was coming, or at least along what lines it was. Over the past few months his mother had been complaining at him for the pettiest things. Last week she berated him for not cleaning a cup he'd used for coffee. Before that it was because he left the TV on standby instead of turning it off. He was getting sick of it. After composing himself he stepped into the room. His mother was sat on the couch with legs crossed, stretched out in front of her. She cocked her head at her son. "Do you know what you did this morning, young man?" She asked with the sarcastic, rhetorical tone he was now used too. Jack sighed and shrugged his shoulders at her. "You left the milk out!" She scolded, with a slight look a disbelief at his insolent body language. Jack's eyes widened. "The milk!?" he cried. "Yeah! The milk!" She retorted, "Now it's gone bad!" "Are you serious?! All you've done recently is have a go at me for trivial rubbish!" "It's a waste!" She protested. "Ill buy more milk, ok!?" Jack yelled in frustration. In a fluster he walked out of the room, followed by cries from his mother demanding he return. Jack retreated to his room, sitting on the edge of the bed. With clenched fists he ran over the previous few encounters with his mother in his head. He seethed at how petty she had been in the past few months. What annoyed him more was that she wasn't being straight with him. Recently, while on the house computer, he found emails from someone called 'David' to Kate. The first few were fairly innocent, a little mild flirting maybe. They were all about meeting for a drink and teasing each other about things that happened at work. Jack guessed it was someone from work as he didn't see her often go out. As he read further on though he discovered they'd met for a drink and on that night they'd kissed. There were lots of smiley and winking emoticons going back and forth the next morning. Jack didn't have anything against his mother finding a new love. She was attractive, with her flowing brown hair and athletic, top-heavy body, and still only in her late thirties. His father had left years ago and had not been seen since, so she was not doing anything wrong. No, the fact was that Jack did not like being lied to. After finding the first few emails he slipped in the question one morning at breakfast. He asked if she was seeing anyone. She told him no. He asked if she was interested in anyone. She told him no again, along with some tripe about minding his own business. From then on Jack made it his business to intercept all of her emails from this mystery 'David', and he did. Over the next week he witnessed the two of them getting closer and closer, flirting more and more until one day Jack found an email where they arranged to meet in a motel. They didn't want anyone to find out so it was all done in secret, away from their homes. Jack scrolled through the emails looking for more and more. He found quite a few, telling each other what they liked about it. 'Your hands certainly know their way around.' Kate wrote. 'So does your tongue ;)' Came David's reply. Reading this made Jack's limp dick spring into life. With such little detail his imagination was thrown into overdrive. 'Well there was so much to taste ;)' came his mother's reply. Never had he considered his mother in a sexual situation but now his mind was flooded. He could picture his man laying flat on a bed, legs slightly sprawled, with a mighty solid rock of a penis standing proudly in front of his mom who stalked on all fours. He could see her mouth slowly engulfing his member until she had her mouth stuffed full. It was the stuff of teenage fantasy, but none of the less Jack soon felt himself caressing his penis as he sat there. However, remembering finding those emails did little to suppress his anger in the present moment, having just been berated for leaving milk out of the fridge. He was going to show Kate who the boss was. He quickly opened up his laptop and loaded up his mother's emails. It was little surprise that there were a whole load more from David since he last checked. Reading through them was a sordid tale. It seemed as though they had met up a few times in the motel for sex. Kate told him how much she liked being dominated. How much she liked it when he held her down and fucked her. She liked the power he had over her. Jack knew his luck was in today. In the 'sent' box his mother had emailed David again, suggesting he come over to her house when her 'annoying son' was out. Jack noted the casual insult she'd thrown his way, she was going to get it all back and more soon. He recalled the email from David. David would never see that again. Instead he quickly set up her account so that emails from Jack's account appeared as though they'd come from David. He set to work typing an email, trying his best to quote the previous emails so as to appear genuine. He told his mother, as David, how much he liked it when he pinned her to the bed and fucked her. He told her how he loved than she was his slave. He sent it. It did not take long to get a reply from his mother. She must have been downstairs getting hot at the message she was reading. It read; 'Oh David, I want you right now. You turn me on so much it hurts. I wish you could come over and take me now. I'd do anything to make you cum.' Jack felt his dick straining against his pants. The message continued; 'Please tell me you're free tomorrow. My son won't be home and you can fuck me however you want. Please come and fuck me, David." Jack licked his lips before carefully typing his reply; 'I want to come and ravage you again. I want to hold you down and fuck you like a good slut. I'm free tomorrow. Free to come and make you my slave. I have an idea. I want you lay on your bed in your sexiest clothing, waiting for me. Leave the front door unlocked and I'll let myself in. I want to see you submit to me totally. Lay on your bed wearing a blindfold. I'll come in and do things to you you've never imagined. You won't see me, but know it's me. Remember the blindfold!" Jack sent the message and sat back on his chair in a slightly cold sweat. A few minutes later he got one back from him mother; 'Oh my god you've made me so wet! Yes! Yes please come tomorrow. I'll do what you say. Anything ;)' Jack read this and raised his arms above his head triumphantly, trying not to cheer. It was just as he had wanted. He began imagining what his night would be like tomorrow, all the sordid, kinky things he could get away with, when suddenly a knock came at his door. "Jack?" His mother called. Jack panicked unnecessarily. "Uh... yes Mom?" He replied sheepishly. "I just wondered, are you going to the movies tomorrow, like normal?" she asked. "Yeah, Mom, why?" He reply, a big smile coming over his face. "Oh no reason. Actually I wondered if you needed a ride there." "Oh, no thanks. I'm walking with Mark." "Ok then, sleep well honey." She finished. The next day came and passed into evening. Jack noticed his mother fidgeting around and constantly asking what time he'd be back. He played it cool and kept calm. He left the house at his usual time and went for a walk around the neighbourhood. Time seemed to go so slowly as he waited. He kept checking his watch, counting roughly how long it would take his mother to prepare herself for 'David'. As it grew darker he decided it was time to go. There was no going back now. The front door was unlocked as he had instructed her to. He walked into the house without trying to conceal his footsteps, trying to play the role of the dominant man, however it did not stop his hands slightly shaking and growing sweaty as he made his way up the stairs to his mother's room. He stripped off down to his boxers and stood outside her room. Jack took a deep breath before nudging the door open. It was stiff. It grinded against the carpet inside the room. He opened it just enough to let the light through before peering through. Now he could see his beautiful mother laying there on her bed. She wore a black night gown, silk-looking, which struggled to contain her heaving tits. It wrapped tightly around her slender waist and cut off high on her thigh. Her knees were slightly bent as her legs rubbed smoothly against one another, with her fingers interlinked and resting her on midriff. Most importantly of all though Jack saw that she was wearing the blindfold as he had instructed her to. Jack pushed the door open with greater force now. The dry heat and smell of skin from the room engulfed him, prompting him to enter. Kate twitched her head as she heard the footsteps close by. "David?" She murmured. Jack stared at her like a wolf stalking its prey, circling to the foot on the bed. "I can feel you there, David." She spoke again. Jack could see her chest begin to rise and fall more quickly now, drawing breath more deeply. He stood at his mother's feet as he traced the outlines of her supple body. Kneeling down, Jack breathed his warm breath over Kate's feet. She responded instantly by curling her toes and ruffling her legs around. "Oh, David!" She squealed. Jack watched her smooth legs come up in goose bumps. Placing his hand on her ankle, he slowly ran his palm up the outside of her leg. The feeling was like velvet. He put his free hand on her other leg and did the same. His mother all the while gave delightful, playful squirms. Jack moved his body up onto the bed. His chest pushed down on her feet as he stretched his arms further up her legs, grabbing and caressing her thighs. Kate threw her arms above her head, pushing against the headboard. "Mmm, ooh" were the noises she made. Jack could hear her breathing as he looked up her body. He felt her feet move from under him as she began to part her legs. His torso dropped the mattress between her knees. Eagerly taking the opportunity, he moved further towards his mother. His hands moved to the insides of her thighs. The room seemed to get hotter as he felt around her milky flesh. Her skin became clammy with excitement. Jack could see her black underwear teasing him from beneath her nightdress. Without much thought at all he pushed his hands under the silk covering the tops of her thighs, and kept going until he found her hips. Lifting himself up a little meant he was able to roll his palms to her sides and beyond. He grabbed two good handfuls of her ass in each palm, gripping tightly. It was like he was kneading bread as he moulded her ripe skin into his fingers, all the while consciously using his wrists to force her nightdress to ride up her body. With each successful grope he performed it tugged the hem up her thighs more and more, helped greatly by Kate as she bucked her hips around in approval. Finally her cotton underwear was exposed. The air on her uncovered ass sent shivers through her top half. Jack decided to lower his body back between her legs. He used the same trick of breathing heavily, this time against her inner thigh, to heighten her excitement. "Oh David, you're driving me crazy." Kate yelped. Her son pushed himself up, nuzzling himself into the very tops of her legs. Kate did what she felt was natural and spread her thighs further apart. Jack felt even greater temperatures as he looked intimately at the gusset of her panties. Using his fingers, he poked and teased around the edges of the garment, pretending he was about to tug them down or shove his fingers against her snatch. Kate gave the now familiar squeals of delight in reply, rocking her hips letting him know she wanted more. Jack put his mouth about an inch from her panties, letting her felt his warmth against her pussy. He could smell her excitement. He kissed the material, and immediately felt her moist juices against his skin. He smiled. He knew she was a horny mess now. Jack pushed himself up, keeping low so he could rub his chest and abdomen against he panty-covered clit as he travelled up her body. Kate's mouth was open as she took in breath, plump lips and white teeth. He quickly checked the blindfold was tightly in place. He didn't want this ruined at this stage. Positioning his hips against hers, she pressed down on her pussy. Kate grew wetter at the feeling against her clit. Jack could feel the moisture through his own underwear. He decided to begin grinding slowly against her, pretending to fuck. He bucked his hips with power into hers. "Oh god, David, fuck me, please." Kate whimpered, twitching her legs about and pushing her arms against the headboard. Hearing his mother use that word hardened his cock even more than it already was. "Not yet..." Jack told her. He froze, realising the foolishness of what he'd just done. If his mother recognised his voice it was all over. "You're such a tease!" She gasped. "I need you to fuck me." Jack swallowed a big lump in his throat at hearing this for a 2nd time. His dick pushed out like a rigid tent pole from his boxers. It pushed into her panties and he could feel the shape of her pussy inviting him in, the thin cotton being the only barrier between them now. Trying to control himself, Jack looked away from his submissive mother. He saw her hands rolling around the ornate headboard which popped an idea into his head. He reached over into Kate's dresser and pulled out two pairs of underwear. A quick bit of moving around allowed him to straddle himself over her waist. Jack grabbed each of her arms, raising them to meet the edges on the headboard, before fastening them tightly. He was sure to make them comfortable, but without any chance of Kate escaping. She was a caged animal from now on. Remaining in his straddling position Jack grabbed the bunched up nightgown from his mother's waist. He yanked it up little by little. Slowly her breasts became uncovered. First was the bottom of her cleavage, well defined and round. Jack leaned over her left tit as he revealed the nipple, leaving her right one covered. He flicked his tongue over its pink nub. His saliva soon became cold which made it grow erect. He finally tugged the whole nightgown up to her shoulders. Both her tits looked amazing, and barely dropped at all. They sat pert and proud on her chest. Jack continued sucking one nipple while gently squeezing the other until both her nipples pointed out with excitement. Looking at his mother's mouth he saw her still breathing deeply, occasionally licking her lips lavishly with her tongue. Jack leaned to the side and quickly removed his underwear. He was butt naked, sporting a raging hard-on. He moved his hips closer to Kate's face with his cock resting on the top of her chest. Kate knew what it was. "Wow, what's that feeling so hot?"." She flirted. Jack smiled, knowing not to speak. He moved his dick towards her face, slowly rubbing his cock-head over her chin and then on her lips. Kate smiled, showing all of her gorgeous teeth. Blood continued rushing to his dick as he felt the softness of her lips. Kate obliged with what she knew 'David' wanted, extending their tongue wantonly to meet his cock. She lapped up the flavours of his pulsing head. Jack gave a muted groan, trying his best to hide his voice from his mother. He pushed his hips even further forward, treating her tongue to the whole shaft of his dick. Kate obediently licked and rolled her tongue up and down his meaty member. "Mmm, your cock feels bigger today." Kate let out momentarily. Jack had to bite his fist upon hearing his mother say that. He felt like he was ready to explode. She lifted her head up a little, letting her take his cock into her mouth. Jack watched it disappear between her lips. He began leaking pre-cum onto her tongue which she gladly accepted. Jack gently thrust his hips rhythmically. Kate bobbed her head to meet him each time. Jack couldn't believe he'd made it to this point, tricking his mother into sex with him, without her even knowing. Each thrust towards her face held the undertone of contempt he'd held for her for some months now, but anger had turned to lust now and he would make her his to play with completely. He ran one hand down her strapped-up arm and down to her face, for a split second considering pulling down the blindfold and revealing his true identity. He thought better of it though, not wanting to spoil what further treats may lay in wait for him. Instead he held her check in his palm as her fed her his dick. It became shiny from her saliva. Each time He pushed a little further inside until he was buried in her mouth. Kate loyally took it, slobbering under him like a Doberman. As Jack felt himself reaching the point of no return he quickly withdrew from his mother's throat. Strands of saliva stretched from his cock head and Kate's lips as she coughed and struggled to get her breath back. "Now..." Kate spluttered, "Fuck me. Please! Fuck me!" If Jack or Kate had touched his penis as she shouted those words he would have blown his spunk all over her there and then. Taking his time, in order to recover, Jack slowly moved back down her body. Kate pulled on the make-shift restraints, using them to shift her body up the bed to get a little more comfortable. Jack licked his lips at the sight of her heavy tits moving on her chest. After a few seconds he felt like he'd calmed down enough to continue. "Come on, you bastard!" Kate spurned. Jack felt his blood rushing again. Leaning over her, he grabbed the hem of her panties and yanked down. Her sodden garment slid down without resistance. Kate spread her legs apart as soon as it was peeled off, as if to say 'Now!' He was now treated to the sight of her inviting pussy. It was so wet with frustration. Jack crawled over her, putting himself between her thighs. The tip of his penis flicked agonisingly against her labia. Kate pushed her hips towards him as best she could trying desperately to feel him inside her, but Jack wasn't quite ready yet. Feeling his most mischievous, and having her soggy underwear still in hand, he had an idea. He moved her head a little towards himself and proceeded to stretch her panties around the back of her head. "You're filthy!" Kate grinned. Jack stretched them into a thin 'belt' which he placed into her mouth and fastened in a knot at the back of her head. Kate could taste all of her sexual juices, now gagged and only able to talk through stunted words. Now Jack was ready. He placed his hips just above hers and slowly lowered himself down. His cock quickly found her wet hole. His pulsating head urged its way into her pussy. Looking at her face he saw her bite down into her panties. Another eager push buried a little more of himself into her. Kate's pussy clenched around his solid, unrelenting cock. "Ahh, ahh!" She moaned. Her legs spread as far as they could, hips pushing up to get him as deep as possible. Jack kept going until he was completely embedded inside her. He kept pushing, even grinding his groan against her clit, he wanted to be so deep. "You're so huge, David." Is what Jack though his mother was trying to say, muffled by her gag. He twitched his penis, wondering if she could feel it. More moaning confirmed that she could. Moving his hips back again Jack looked down at his swollen cock, now shiny not from saliva but from Kate's hungry cunt. Pushing forwards again, he buried himself again with amazing ease. He continued this for a while, gradually gaining speed and confidence. His mother occasionally tried to voice her approval with words that sounded like 'Faster' and 'Fuck me' muffled into her wet underwear. All helped along as Jack sucked on her nipples like a lapdog. Blindfold Trick Jack found a speedy and regular rhythm that he enjoyed, and it seemed his mother did too. He was sliding in and out of her more easily each time, even though he could feel her pussy growing tighter and tighter as time went on. His cock twitched and thrashed inside her. Jack looked down at his mother's face, part hidden by the blindfold and muffled by the impromptu gag. Her mouth hung as open as the gag would allow, desperately drawing breath. She grunting in time with each thrust, each time 'David' pounded against her hips and grinded into her clit. Now that Jack was nearly about to cum, the lust for his mother was turning back to aggression and anger. Each thrust became an attack against her, which she loved none-the-less, being that she had no idea what was really going on. It went from love-making to fucking to banging a slut. He really wanted her to know what he'd done to her. It could make finally cumming all the more sweet. If he'd had the gift of hindsight it's unlikely he would have done what he did next, but passion and logic never go hand in hand. Jack put his finger under the material of the blindfold and, feeling all-powerful and dominant, lifted the whole thing off of her head. Immediately Kate looked up at the person fucking her with deep, lustful, wanting eyes. Shadows and sweat cast from her brow could tell anyone the heights of ecstasy she was caught in. It only took a split second of realisation however for her to see 'David' was actually her son Jack. Her eyes widened as she gasped for breath. Jack grinned down at her sinisterly. Kate looked down her naked, vulnerable body to look at his cock burying itself and reappearing between her legs. She froze in panic, in sheer disbelief. Amazingly, Jack was undeterred. He continued pumping into her like a horny mutt. Kate began thrashing her legs around, trying to kick her son off of her. She screamed through the gag, desperately trying to shout. Her panties strapped her tongue down in her mouth so her 'No's came out as slurs and spitting like a crazy woman. She threw her head back and forth while Jack continued fucking her soaked pussy. Her pubic clenches now made out of fear than from arousal. The panties restraining her wrist against the headboard strained and stretched as she tried to break free, but it was a futile effort. Jack found the franticness of her movement a real turn on. He sat more upright and grabbed her legs, holding them firmly in each hand. It felt natural to lean forward with them so her knees bent. Jack pushed forwards, keeping a firm palm on the backs of each of her thighs so her knees were pushed up to her stomach. Kate still kicked her shins about but Jack was in no danger or being hit. "'ack! 'ACK!" She yelped, unable to say her son's name properly. She felt so helpless seeing her son's tensed up body pinning her down, with no chance of escape. Jack spread her knees so he could make eye contact, without stopping his attack on her snatch. "You're a great fuck, Mom!" He cried. Kate's lips began to quiver upon hearing those words. She turned he head and her fighting became less intense. "Your tits are amazing too, you know." Each slam into her made her breasts fly up her body violently. Jack could hear her begin to sniff. He saw a tear or two roll down her cheek too as she bit fiercely into her gag. The taste of her juices now only added to her shame. That along with her muffled, crying objections let Jack know he'd broken her. "Come on, Mom. You loved this 5 minutes ago." Jack teased, "I can still feel how wet you are, you slut!" This prompted Kate to thrash around some more in vane, screaming into her panties. "I'll show you how to have a good time." Jack told her. He slowed down his relentless fucking and let go of one of her legs, placing his hand on top of her thick pubic hair. He used his thumb to flick and caress her moist clit. As soon as Kate felt this she jerked up again, kicking him with her free leg. Jack was able to his elbow to keep it away form him. "You fucker, you little fucker!" Is what Jack assumed his mother was trying to yell, but chose to ignore whatever it was. "I'm gonna make you cum." He told her. Kate just kept kicking and slurring and foaming at the mouth, enraged as her son played and teased her. After a little while Jack could feel her pussy begin to clench again. He felt his dick going in and out with the same ease it had before. "I knew I'd get you wet, you filthy cunt!" he cried victoriously. He pumped himself into her again, faster and faster, feeling her pussy clench and spasm around him. Putting his whole weight on top of her, he placed his head next to hers, ready to take both of them to orgasm. He unfastened the panties tied around her head and let them fall loose, thinking he'd hear her climatic screams. "Jack! Jack!" Kate yelled, "Please! Please stop!" Jack was breathing heavily in her ear, ignoring her pleas. "Please don't! Don't cum! Don't make me cum! We can't do this!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. Jack knew her pussy and her mouth were telling two different stories. Her snatch welcomed his every thrust as good as any whore's. "Oh god... Oh god... no..." Kate sniffed. Jack felt it as her pussy grabbed and milked his cock, quivering uncontrollably. Kate involuntarily wrapped her legs around her son as he continued fucking and playing with her cunt. The headboard creaked and buckled as she writhed around, still attached. "No... Please stop... Jack... Bastard..." She now moved around in the heights of orgasm rather than fighting, although the violent movements were the same. Her hips writhed underneath him. "You just came, you fucking cunt!" Jack yelled into her shoulder. He felt his cock spasm and twitch before finally unleashing streams and streams of thick cum. They shot deep inside his mother, painting her insides with his seed. He was balls deep inside her and she could feel every spurt. It extended her own orgasm every time she felt him shoot up inside her pussy. "Don't... don't speak to me like that.... Stop... please..." She pleaded, while using her legs wrapped around him to keep him in place. Slowly Jack's levels of pleasure began to fall. Kate's pussy relaxed and unclenched from around his dick. Jack collapsed on top of her while she remained stuck. They both struggled to draw breath quickly enough. "Get off... Get off me..." Kate screamed, "You fucking bastard! You prick!" Now greatly satisfied, Jack clambered off of her. Their sweaty skin stuck together slightly as they pulled apart. His dick started to lose its hardness and slid out of her violated snatch. "Untie me! Untie me!" his mother demanded. Jack was coming back to his senses but still wasn't done yet. He looked down at his cock, covered in her excitement and his jizz. "Look at the mess here!" He smiled. For one final insult he picked up a nearby pair of clean black lace panties and proceeded to wipe his messy dick all over it. It left white trails all over the lace. Once he was clean he scrutched them up into a ball and stood next to his mother. "Open up, mom!" He laughed. "Fuck you!" She screamed. Jack grabbed her face with one hand and pushed her cheeks in, forcing her to open her mouth. He then forced the newly messed panties into her mouth. Her yells and protests did little to stop him. Kate was treated to the familiar taste of her labia juice and now Jack's semen. "Umph!! UMPPHH!!!" Were the only noises she could make with the lace stuffed in her mouth. Jack laughed at her, cementing her total humiliation. After a few moments she managed to tongue the underwear out of her mouth before unleashing a verbal tirade of expletives at her son. Tears replaced by visceral anger. Jack stood next to the bed, watching her kicking about, livid at him. The power he held over her was intoxicating. Jack was not quite ready to let her go yet...