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Cassi

By: kingsize77



I was browsing in the mall one afternoon when I literally ran into a girl that I hadn't seen in a while. Her name was Cassi. I had first met her through her parents when she was only fourteen, but that was five years ago. She had always been an annoying girl who couldn't stop talking about herself. I had always been moderately polite to her despite my dislike for her. Okay, maybe not polite – more like tolerant. This day wasn't much different. As I listened to her update me on her life, I started to realize that this annoying girl had grown up into an annoying woman with a great body. She had long, curly blonde hair, a short and petite body with small but perky breasts, at least from what I could see. She wore a pair of black dress pants and a beige top which showed her tight stomach. Over that she wore a black jacket which hung open to allow me to observe those other details. She talked for what seemed like half an hour without pause, even though it was probably more like five or ten minutes. As she spoke I came to the conclusion that, despite what I thought of her as a person, I would love to get this young woman naked. The problem with this idea was that I had no desire to lead her on or make her believe I wanted to date her. I decided that the only way to accomplish that would be through a direct approach.

"Listen," I said, interrupting her, "do you want to get out of here?"

"And go where?" she asked with a smile.

"Back to my place," I replied.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm not that kind of girl," she said. Strike one. She sounded like someone in a high school sex education video.

"What's wrong with two people having a bit of fun and giving each other pleasure?" I countered.

"I don't think my boyfriend would like it if I did that," she said. Ouch. Strike two.

"I'm not going to tell him," I said. "Are you?"

"No."

"Did you drive here?" I asked, not giving her a chance to say no to my proposal.

"No, I live in those apartments across the street."

"Then come with me."

She didn't protest at all as I took her by the hand and led her to my car. My house was only about a five minute drive away, but I didn't want to give her any opportunity to start yapping again, so I immediately moved my hand up her thigh and started rubbing her pussy through her pants. She responded like the slut I thought she was, reaching over and immediately undoing my pants as I pulled out of the mall parking lot. Within ten seconds she had pulled my cock out of my pants and was rubbing it as I drove us to my house.

"I want to taste it," she said. I moved my hand out of the way, taking it off her crotch, and she bent over and began sucking the tip of my cock. I had to focus in order to drive safely as Cassi gradually worked more and more of my cock into her mouth. By the time I pulled into my garage, she was sucking about half of my eight inch cock into her mouth.

As I shut off the car, Cassi sat up. I tucked my throbbing cock back into my pants and silently led her into the house. I wanted to fill this girl with my fat cock so bad that I didn't even bother to take her to the bedroom. I led her into the living room, then stopped her in the middle of the floor.

"Why don't you take off your clothes so I can see that hot little body of yours?" I sat back on the couch as she followed by directions. I pulled my cock back out and started to rub it as she dropped her jacket on the loveseat. She peeled her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and let it fall from her small but perfect tits. She undid her pants and pulled them down, removing her socks at the same time and leaving her wearing nothing but a pink thong that barely covered a thing. This she removed as well, revealing her pussy, freshly shaven and noticeably wet.

"Get over here and suck my cock some more," I said to her. She knelt down in front of me and took my cock into her mouth, making loud slurping noises as she sucked it. I managed to remove all of my clothing without forcing Cassi to take her mouth off of me, then I proceeded to push her head down on my cock, fucking her face. My thrusting became faster and harder, making her gag as I fucked her throat harder than anyone had ever fucked her pussy.

"Yeah, that feels good!" I said. "You're such a nasty little slut!" My comment didn't seem to phase her, although it would have been hard to tell given the fact that she couldn't do much other than gag. "Get up on the couch," I said a few minutes later. "I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours." I had her lay down on the couch on her side, then I pushed her top leg out of the way, giving me access to her bald cunt. She cried out as I pushed my cock into her as hard as I could. I immediately began pumping into her as hard as possible, making loud slapping sounds as our bodies collided with each thrust.

"Holy shit!" she screamed. "My pussy is so wet!" I kept fucking like that for several minutes, listening to her moans get louder and louder with each passing moment. Just as she was about to cum, I pulled out.

"Get on your hands and knees," I said. She obeyed my command, sticking her ass in the air as I knelt behind her on the couch. I pointed my cock at her dripping snatch and shoved it in deep. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pounded her hard, giving her tight ass the odd slap here and there. After a few minutes I heard her building up to an orgasm, but this time I decided to let her have it.

"HOLY SHIT!" she screamed. "I'm fucking cumming! Your dick is so fucking big!"

When her orgasm died down a minute later, I pulled out and pushed the head of my cock against the entrance to her ass.

"What are you doing?" she said, pulling away but not turning around.

"I'm fucking your ass, what do you think I'm doing?"

"Be careful," she said.

I decided to be nice at first, slowly pushing my cock into her ass and easing it in inch by inch. As soon as it was fully buried in her ass, however, I began my assault on it. She moaned somewhere in the range between ecstasy and pain as I pulled back on her hair and pounded her ass.

"That feels good up your ass, doesn't it, you little whore?" I asked. Her moans were the only answer she gave. Within a few minutes, however, she was screaming out in an amazing orgasm. As she came, I decided that it was my turn to cum next. I pulled out of her ass and pushed her onto her back. I pulled her towards me so that there was room up by her head, then I knelt down on the other end of the couch.

"Open your mouth, bitch," I said as I rubbed my cock, pointing it at her face. "I'm gonna cum all over that slutty little face of yours!"

"Yes baby!" she cried. "Do it! Cum all over me! Make me your slut!" As she finished speaking she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue just a bit.

"Get ready, you little cunt! Here it comes!" With that I shot my load all over her face, literally covering her. A couple of shots even made it as far as her tiny tits. As I finished cumming I grabbed her shirt from the floor and threw it onto her face. "Clean yourself up," I said. She got a bit mad when she realized that I had gotten cum on her shirt by throwing it on her face, but she didn't show it too much. She went into the bathroom and cleaned up as I got dressed. When she returned, I let her put her clothes on then I drove her home. We said very little to each other on the drive to her place, but when we arrived, she kissed me on the cheek.

"Give me a call sometime," she said, hading me a piece of paper with her phone number on it. "I'd love to do that again."

I haven't called her yet, but I've kept her number just in case I'm in the mood one day for a good, hard fuck.

Cassidy & Alex: A Love Story



I. Cassidy

She hadn't realized how long she'd been staring at her phone until the glare of the setting sun through her dorm room window started reflecting off of its screen. She looked up and blinked, for what felt like the first time, her eyes dry and red, her tears long ago having run out. She was dehydrated, hungry, and sore. The weird kind of sore, not the one that comes from exercise or hard labor, but the dull, throbbing sore that emerges from within, a physical manifestation of an emotional wound. Distracted momentarily by the sun out the window, Cassidy looked back down at her cellphone. It had been silent for, by her rough calculations, at least two hours, since her boyfriend, twelve-hundred miles away, had hung up. 

There had been no screaming between her and Mike, during their entire three-hour-long phone call. There never was. Cassidy had almost wished there had been. Wished that they could have ended with a bang, instead of a whimper. Some heated screaming match, yelling awful names and accusations at each other, until finally mashing the 'end call' buttons on their phones and never speaking again. Or, she wished, that he had cheated on her. Or her on him. Or that he had shown up drunk to her family's Christmas dinner, or she had accidentally called his mother a bitch in front of him. Something, anything, that would make for a more momentous end to their four year relationship, the first serious one for both of them. 

But no. That wasn't for them. Mike and Cassidy, the couple that would have been obnoxious if everyone hadn't agreed that they really did belong together, brought down by a tired, worn out cliché: the long-distance relationship. Mike was a year ahead of her. When he graduated the previous spring, he'd managed to land his dream job. Or, at least, his dream internship, with a major tech company in Seattle. He'd offered to stay, and he would have, but she couldn't do that to him. She knew he'd regret it, and probably start resenting her. Besides, it wasn't going to be like that for them, they'd both agreed. Sure, other couples couldn't deal with not seeing each other for long stretches. Those couples would grow jealous and suspicious. Those couples would start worrying about the future. Those couples would grow apart. Not Mike and Cassidy. They would make it work. They would find a way. They would Skype and text and talk on the phone ever day. And then, after Cassidy finished her final year of her undergrad work, she'd transfer to UW Med. It was a great program, especially for a state school, and even though she'd lived in warmer climates her whole life, she'd adjust. And besides, she'd have him to keep her warm. 

Then the letter came. Accepted, from Johns Hopkins University. In Maryland. She'd applied almost as a joke, mainly because two of her friends were applying and had begged her to join them. So, to get them off of her back, she'd sent in her application. They all got their letters the same day. It was a full week, after her friends' tears had finally dried, that she told them that she had received the lone acceptance letter. But she had been committed to Mike, and besides, UW was a fine school. Fine. Just fine. Not like Johns Hopkins, the school she'd dreamed of attending ever since she first decided she wanted to be a doctor, back in sixth grade. She'd come so close to throwing that letter away but, in the end, Mike did for her what she had done for him, and convinced her to follow her childhood dream. They could still make it work, couldn't they? 

They couldn't. There was no big moment, it was just a slow slide into the grave for their relationship. When Mike had graduated, the two of them had been talking engagement and marriage, and Cassidy had even, only to herself, began musing on names for their inevitable children. They did well for the first month, talking at least twice a day, usually for several hours, driving Cassidy's roommates crazy. Then the cracks began to form. First it started with a missed call here, a canceled Skype session there. Then Mike had a late meeting, then Cassidy had an exam to study for. Days began going by with no contact. Before they knew it, weeks. Their calls became shorter; they had less in common to talk about. They had a few fights, over things they knew were stupid even while the fights were going on, but nothing explosive. When Cassidy had answered his final call, which had been a full two weeks separated from the previous one, he started with what they both knew. 

"It's not going to work, Cassidy." 

She didn't spend much time trying to convince him otherwise. They were both smart enough to know better. Instead, they just did an autopsy of their deceased relationship. They remembered good times, and lamented that they were gone. They both cried. At the end, they said their goodbyes, and he hung up first, for the first time ever. That's when she knew it was over.

So she sat there, alone, in her dorm room. Her possessions were all in boxes, most labeled "misc." Her two roommates had already moved out. Jill, whom she'd never really bonded with, left without saying goodbye, and Meredith, who was as close to a best friend as she had aside from Mike, had left that morning. She was going to stay with her family in the hotel suite they had rented for her graduation party. Cassidy thought about calling her and telling her the news about Mike, but decided against it. Meredith had better, more fun things to be doing than listen to her weep over the phone. Besides, she couldn't imagine the words she'd use. She and Mike had been the central couple of their group of friends. While they all acquired, lost, and traded partners, Cassidy and Mike were the load-bearing pillar. She wasn't ready to tell them. She wasn't ready to say it out loud. 

There was a faint ticking of an old, analogue clock coming from inside one of her boxes. It was the only thing in the room producing sound. She knew she should get up off of the floor, at least to go down the hall and get some water. But she couldn't move. She was alone in her room, maybe even in the whole building, aside from a stray RA or janitor. So she turned to her only release for the past year, one she'd started turning to almost on impulse. Without thinking, she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, proceeding to squeeze her fingers down the front of her satin panties and begin to massage her clit. It was funny, she'd never masturbated before Mike moved away. Not even when she was single. It just wasn't something she'd learned to do in her rather restrictive household. She'd only learned for Mike, so they could have some way to share intimacy while talking via webcam. But as their relationship deteriorated, it became her outlet for all of her frustrations. By the time January had rolled around, after Mike had had to cancel their Christmas visit, she was going at herself at least twice a day. And like any drug, the effectiveness had begun to dwindle.

It still felt good, of course, her fingers sliding over her clitoris, through her moist lips and inside herself. She'd built up a perfect rhythm, and trained her body to respond to it. A little too well, she feared, as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter, surprising her that she had any moisture left in her body. She worried about the next time she was with an actual partner, instead of just her fingers. She'd been faithful to Mike, even in her fantasies. Her fingers were always, in her mind, his fingers, or his cock, or his tongue. Never anyone else. Not the cute guy in her Anatomy class, not her handsome young professor who she always caught looking down her shirt, not even Channing Tatum. Her fingers moved faster and faster, finally hitting their groove as she reached her hand up under her snug fitting t-shirt and began massaging her left breast. She leaned back against the side of her dresser, closed her eyes, and let the fantasy began to flow in....

...only to have it stop dead in its tracks. Whose hand was pleasuring her this time? Mike's? That seemed...wrong. Depressing. The guy from Anatomy? She couldn't even remember his name. Two tears that she didn't expect trailed out of her eyes. Fuck it, she couldn't even finger herself anymore! Just then, the phone rang. 

She pulled her hand out from under her shirt and grabbed the phone off of the floor next to her. It was her brother, Alex, who was in town for her graduation. Staying the same hotel, in fact, as Meredith, just a few floors down. She'd promised Mer that she'd introduce her to Alex, after her roommate had admired a photo of him on her desk. She still wanted to try, if she could ever get off the damn floor. Not thinking, and with her other hand still absently rubbing her clit, she answered the call. 

"Hello?" she said. She'd never gotten into the habit of just greeting someone, even if she knew who it was. 

"Hey Cassidy, it's Alex," her older brother said on the other end. "I wanted to know if you had plans for tonight, or if you wanted to get together and have dinner or watch a movie or something. I've got free HBO in my hotel room, there's got to be something worth sitting around making fun of." 

"I...I don't know," Cassidy said, trying to keep her voice steady. She didn't much want to see anyone, but her brother might have been the one exception. The two of them had always been close. He was the one person whom she told everything to. During their parent's divorce, when he was fourteen and she was ten, they grew even closer. None of their friends knew what they were going through, so they withdrew and ended up talking almost exclusively to each other, leaning on one another. He was the only thing that got her through the nightmarish custody battle that followed, ending with her going with her mother, and him with their father. Later, when he was eighteen and she was fourteen, she sat with him and said mean things about the girl who had stood him up for prom, the only thing that made him smile that whole week. They were always there for one another. She couldn't shut him out now.

"Why not?" he asked. "Did Mike get into town early? Shit, did I interrupt something? They need to come up with a phone version of a necktie on the doorknob."

"No," Cassidy said, her voice quivering despite her efforts to hold it still. "No, he's...he's not in town." 

"Cassidy, are you okay?" Alex asked, his voice no longer backed with his trademark humor. Her brother loved to spin jokes, but always knew when to get serious. "What happened?"

"It's...," she said, taking a deep breath, "Mike and I broke up. The distance...it just wasn't working out." 

"Oh, Cassidy," Alex said. "I'm so sorry. God, I feel like an ass now. I'm sorry, Cassidy, I know how much you loved him. Do you want me to kick his ass? I'll kick his ass."

"No," Cassidy said, chuckling through the tears. "Alex, he outweighs you by fifty pounds and was on our football team." 

"Okay," Alex said. "Plan B, he kicks my ass, I sue him, use the money to buy you something nice." 

"No," Cassidy said. "It's not like that. I'm not mad at him, I'm just...sad."

"Okay," Alex said, serious again. "I'm coming over."

"Alex, you don't have to," Cassidy said. "I'm a mess. I'm--"

"You're my little sister," Alex said. "I'm coming over. I'm glad you're not mad at Mike, but I am. Cassidy, you're an amazing woman. You're smart, funny, strong, and beautiful. Any guy worth the carbon he's made of would step on his own mother's throat for a chance with you, and I can't believe that he was dumb enough to let something like distance stop him. I'd kill for a chance with you—"

"Huh?" Cassidy said, surprising herself by how out of breath she was. She hadn't even noticed that her fingers had started moving again, and, without realizing it, she was on the edge of release. Panicking, she bit her lip and pulled her fingers out as quickly as she could, almost smacking herself in the face as she yanked her hand free of her panties and jeans. 

"I...I mean if I'd kill for a chance with a girl like you," Alex said, stumbling over his words. "If I was with a girl like you, I wouldn't let bullets stop us from being together. I liked Mike, I really did, but he's an idiot. I'll add to that thought when I get there, okay?" 

"Okay," Cassidy said, trying not to sound out of breath. Her body was almost shaking. She needed her brother to hang up so she could finish. She was too loud to finish up with him still on the line. "I'll see you then. Okay. Bye!" 

She didn't wait for him to respond before she smashed "end call" and dove her hand back down the front of her panties. She worked furiously, plunging in and out of herself, not worrying about any fantasy, just sprinting toward the goal line. Yet, one was creeping into her brain, despite her best efforts to push it right back out. What had he said before he caught himself? No, it was just a stupid misspeak. Unless.... But he was her brother! She shouldn't be thinking about him while fingering herself! Why the hell had she gotten so hot while he was talking to her on the phone. And was it a misspeak? Or had he said....

Before she could finish her thought, her whole body went supernova. Shockwaves of pure ecstasy radiated through her. She shook and jerked on the floor, like a woman possessed, wailing at the top of her lungs, not caring whether or not anyone else was in the building, but sure they could hear her if they were. She collapsed into herself, lulling her head toward her lap, sending her long, dark brown hair cascading over her face, sticky with sweat. She looked down at her phone, catching her breath, where the record of Alex being her last incoming call was still displayed on the screen. 

"Holy," she said, through gasps of air, trying to steady herself against the dresser. "Shit." 

II. Alex

Oh, fuck, I've fucked everything up. 

Alex's brain, which always seemed to kick in about five minutes after it would have been useful, was cursing him out. How? How the fuck had he been so stupid. He'd spend ten years, ten goddamn years, successfully denying, suppressing and sometimes hiding the unwanted feelings he had for his sister. It was wrong, dammit, and not just because she was his sister. It was wrong because she trusted him. She trusted him to be a big brother to her, not a goddamn pervert who can't keep her out of his thoughts. It wasn't just lust, it really wasn't. Alex loved Cassidy way too much for that. They'd been closer to each other than they'd ever been to any of their friends. He knew her deepest secrets and brightest dreams. He'd been the one she'd come to after she lost her virginity to Mike during her first year of college, full of questions about what was and wasn't 'normal' and if it was supposed to feel 'that way.' He'd answered her, patiently, reassuring her and throwing in a quick joke here and there without being unkind to his sister's naivete. All the while, as they sat in her old room, having to use an old blanket from her bed to cover himself from the waist down, so she wouldn't see how hard he was getting at hearing her talk about her first time, thinking about her toned, curvy, eighteen-year-old body in action. He'd jerked off to the memories of that conversation more times than anything else he'd ever fantasied about, and he felt overwhelmingly guilty every time. 

It had started when she was fifteen, when he'd come home from his first year of college, only to find that his kid sister had, well, blossomed. He remembered how furious he was with himself that he had even notice, and managed to push it out of his mind for an entire year. Until the next summer he came home and she was sixteen, now in what he thought was full bloom. He'd had to start wearing one of those stupid yellow rubber bracelets, just to snap, hard, against his wrist every time he had an inappropriate thought about her, or she bent down to strap her sandals in front of him. By the end of the summer, catalyzed mainly by one horribly uncomfortable pool party, he had a welt on his inner wrist so large he couldn't wear a watch for a month. It got worse the next year, and then the next, he realized what a losing battle he was fighting. She was eighteen, and stunning was a terrible understatement. She had an incredible body, the result of four years on her high school's dance team, toned and trim, but with curvy hips, a round, firm ass, and high, full breasts that defied gravity the way that only an eighteen year old's do. Aside from that, she had long, thick dark hair and big, rich brown eyes that he couldn't help but get lost in. He was hypnotized by her. That whole summer, both of them home from college, her from her first year, him from his last, he couldn't stop watching her. He thought sometimes that she noticed, but if she did, she didn't put together what was going through his mind, thank God. She was too innocent for that, he thought; too pure. Or, most likely, she just thought better of him. 

Ten years. Ten damn years he'd keep everything inside. Until he slipped, like a babbling idiot, and almost let on that he had considered what it would be like if the two of them were together. 

"Who was that on the phone?" a voice called from the bathroom. He turned to see Meredith, Cassidy's roommate, emerging, her chestnut hair hanging in thick, wet waves off of her head, a towel wrapped around her slender body. 

"Cassidy," Alex said, as she joined him in the center of the room. 

"You two getting together tonight?" She asked. 

"Yeah," Alex said. "I was just waiting for you to get done so I could tell you." 

"Cool," Meredith said. "I should be getting back to my family's suite, anyway." 

"Okay," Alex said, putting his hands on her bare, wet arms, feeling her silky skin under his fingers. "Just don't tell them where you were. I don't think they want to think about their daughter hooking up with a dirty old man." 

"Alex," Meredith said, with a crooked smile, "you're twenty-nine and I'm twenty-five. We're hardly a reverse Ashton and Demi. Are you going to tell Cassidy?" 

"I don't know," Alex shrugged. "Maybe."

"She won't mind, don't worry," Meredith said. "She's been promising to set me up with her hot brother for months. I just...cut to the chase." 

"Really?" Alex said. There was a weird feeling settling over him. Was it hurt? Was he upset that Cassidy would want him to be with her hot roommate? Why? For most guys, that would put her in the running for best sister ever. 

"Yeah, really," Meredith said, putting her hands on his shoulders, letting her wet towel fall open, her flat stomach and small, perky breasts peaking out. She pushed herself next to his body. 

"I never knew," Alex said, mainly just for lack of anything else to say. 

"Hmm," Meredith said, ignoring him and pressing her crotch against his. "Feels like someone is ready to go again. I don't know if I'm up for another full round, but...maybe I can help you anyway."

Alex certainly wasn't going to argue, even though hard, thick bulge in his pants was much more for Cassidy than for her. She lowered herself to her knees, her towel falling to the ground in a heap around her damp, naked body as she unzipped his jeans and tugged them down around his thighs. She eased his boxers down over his cock, and, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes, put her lips around the tip, teasing it with her tongue a few times before sliding it deeper into her mouth, in and out. She was good, he couldn't deny, even if she worked faster than he would have liked. Her head bounced back and forth, his cock sliding through her lips, hitting the back of her tongue, and then sliding back, almost out, just to be drawn back in. She sucked cock like someone in a hurry, but he didn't mind. Head was head. He liked her, but she wasn't his dream girl or anything, nor he her prince charming. They were just satisfying each others' needs. Two bored, attractive people in a giant hotel, finding something to do. He stroked her wet hair as she worked, licking and sucking. She smiled up at him, reached out a soft, delicate hand, and began gently rolling his balls in it. It felt incredible, he had to admit, especially coupled with the feel of her lips and tongue wrapped around his shaft. He was in heaven, or at least as close as he could imagine. But, on the edge of his mind, thoughts of Cassidy began to creep in. With her hair wet, Meredith's was almost as dark as his sister's. Their bodies were similar, too, both toned and tanned, though Cassidy had bigger breasts. Still, with a bit of imagination, what if the dark haired college girl rushing to suck his cock wasn't Meredith, what if....




Cassidy & Alex: A Love Story



That's all it took. He came, too quick to warn Meredith, his cum exploding in her mouth. She made a stifled gagging noise and pulled back, letting his cock go. She looked pissed, at first, but then softened, a wicked smile crawling onto her face. The cum still in her mouth, save for a thin strand running down her lip and onto her chin, she closed her lips and swallowed, letting the thick, warm load slide down her throat. 

"Ah!" she said, opening her mouth to let him see it was empty. "Does a body good. Next time warn me, stud. And don't get used to that. I only swallow on special occasions. But it's graduation weekend so, you know, carpe diem." 

"Yeah," Alex said, a drop of cum still hanging from the tip of his cock. "Carpe diem. That was amazing, Mer, I'll definitely return the favor later."

"Yeah you will," Meredith said, picking her towel off the floor and throwing it over her shoulder, giving him a great view of her tight little ass as she walked back toward the bathroom. "You gotta go, though. I'll let myself out. Say hi to Cassidy for me, okay?" 

"Okay," Alex said, zipping his pants back up and shaking his head. 

III. Cassidy

It was her biggest accomplishment of the day: she'd managed to get off of the floor. Straightening her clothes against her body (and pausing to rezip her jeans, which she had accidentally left open), she stood in front of the mirror. God, she was a mess. Her hair was matted, her makeup utterly destroyed, her eyes still red and puffy. She actually looked like she felt. Using a wet-wipe, she took care of the mascara trails down her cheeks, and then tried running a brush through her hair. It was like bringing a cup of water to a forest fire, but it would have to do. Before she could figure out anything further to improve her appearance, her phone rang again. 

"Hello?" she said, answering it. Her voice was clearer now, less shaky. 

"Cassidy? It's Meredith," her roommate said, from the other end of the phone. "Look, I just wanted to talk to you about something real quick."

"Okay," Cassidy said. "But my brother is on his way over, and--"

"I know," Meredith said. "That's what I wanted to talk about with you. I...I didn't want you to hear it from him and feel blindsided. Of course, now I realize that I'm setting him up for an ambush, so please don't be pissed at him when he gets there."

"Meredith," Cassidy said, too exhausted for this, "what are you talking about?"

"Uh," Meredith said. Cassidy could almost hear her biting her lip. "Your brother and I met down in the hotel lounge earlier today. I recognized him from your pictures and, well, we got to talking and...we...kinda...hooked up." 

"Oh my God!" Cassidy said. It came out angrier than she'd intended it to. Why? Hadn't she been planning on setting them up on a date anyway? It wasn't like she thought they'd just sit around drinking milkshakes and holding hands. 

"Oh God, you're mad," Meredith said. "Cass, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make it seem like I went behind your back...I didn't mean for it to happen, it just...happened." 

"No," Cassidy said, getting control back. "No, I'm not pissed. Just surprised, sorry. I think that's...great. My brother is a great guy, and you're my best friend." 

"I just...I wanted you to hear it from me, first," Meredith said. 

"Okay," Cassidy said, feeling her ire rising again. "Just...this isn't one of your use 'em, abuse 'em, lose 'em guys, is it? Because my brother deserves better than that. Or at least he deserves to know that that's what's going on."

"No," Meredith said. "No, it's not. I...I don't know, I like him. He's a nice guy. It's not like love at first sight or anything, but...yeah, I like him. He's sweet and funny and....yeah, I should probably stop there."

A lump formed in Cassidy's throat, and she felt her face flush. 

"No," she said, only half believing she was forming the words, "finish your thought." 

"Really?" Meredith said, with a laugh. "Cassidy, I know this is our thing, but...he's your brother. I don't know if I'm comfortable telling you about....Why are you comfortable with it?" 

"Like you said," Cassidy said, feeling cocktail of emotions mixing inside of her. "It's our thing. Don't get all prudish on me now, Meredith." 

"You really want to hear about me fucking your big brother," Meredith asked. "Wow, you do know how to surprise a girl, Cass. Okay, what do you want to know?" 

This was their thing, like Meredith said. Their game, really. Meredith came into college with doctorate-level experience with sex, while Cassidy was only fairly certain she knew what parts of the human body were supposed to fit together. Cassidy used to blush whenever someone said 'cock' instead of 'penis.' Meredith helped her break out of that cage. Cassidy had never met someone as open and free in talking about her sex life, and Meredith had never met someone so eager to gobble up every story she could spin. Meredith loved talking about sex. She'd even run a blog for the first two years of college, detailing her exploits using fake names and graphic details. It made her a fair amount of spending money, right up until her parents discovered it, and threatened to stop paying for college if she didn't shut it down and "come to Jesus." With her blog shuttered, Meredith was only left with one outlet for her stories, in the form of her bright-eyed roommate. So they'd begun their little ritual, every time Meredith came home from a date (which was putting it generously, in many cases). Sort of a twenty-questions game. Cassidy would ask questions, and Meredith would answer in as vivid of detail as she could. But she had a rule, that she would only answer questions Cassidy asked, she wouldn't offer any information Cassidy didn't ask for. That was her half of the game. She got a fun little thrill out of seeing Cassidy slowly but steadily grow more and more corrupted by her influence. The first time they played, Cassidy's dirtiest question was, "did he stick it in you?" (yes, yes he did). Nowadays, she was starting by asking if she'd taken it up the ass (only sometimes). At the beginning, Cassidy would just crawl up into her bunk after the game was done and go to sleep. Now, it was rare to not hear her playing with herself, after she thought Meredith was asleep. She'd come a long way, but this request blew even Meredith's mind. Wanting to hear about how her own brother fucks? She'd created a monster.

"Well," Cassidy said, drawing out the word, unconsciously ignoring the voice in her head telling her to stop, turn back, halt. "How was he?"

"Awesome," Meredith said. "I'm not saying he was the best I've ever had, but he'd definitely have earned himself some stars, if I was still running my blog. Next?"

"Okay," Cassidy said, taking a deep breath. "How...how did you guys do it?" 

"You mean like what position, or--?"

"Yeah," Cassidy said. Her free hand had slid back down the front of her jeans. Only this time, she was aware of it. The smart part of her brain was screaming as loud as it could for her to stop this whole thing. No dice. 

"Well," Meredith said. Cassidy could hear that lip bite in her voice again. "First we started in the hall, just...not even kissing, more like devouring each other. We had our hands all over each other, and he could barely get the door open in time before I had his shirt open. Your brother has a nice body, Cassidy. Sorry, that's probably uncomfortable."

"No," Cassidy said, not bothering to unbutton her jeans, just sliding them down over her hips and working her fingers deeper inside herself. "No, keep going."

"Dirty girl," Meredith said, with a giggle. "He had my slacks halfway down before we remembered to close the door. Then he just pushed me down against the bed, bent over, and yanked my panties down. I was afraid he had ripped them, he pulled them down so hard, and they're my good red lace ones. Then he was just...taking me. I didn't even have to do anything for that first round, he just banged me harder and harder, eventually pulling my shirt off and grabbing my tits. Hard. Sooo hard."

Meredith loved her tits handled rough. Cassidy knew that much about her friend from her stories. She'd heard about numerous guys manhandling her roommate, but they'd never been her brother before. God, what was wrong with her? Why was this getting her so wet? 

"I don't care," Cassidy inadvertently whispered. 

"What was that, Cass?" Meredith asked.

"Nothing," Cassidy said, trying to keep the moan out of her voice as she slipped her index and middle finger in and out of her pussy, using her thumb to trace little circles around her clit. She was getting close, which was dangerous, but she didn't care about that, either. Meredith had to know what she did almost every night after their games. "Keep going."

"Okay, perv," Meredith laughed. "So then, just as I'm about to cum, he stops, flips me over, and puts my ankles up on his shoulders. He's standing, I'm on my back on the bed, completely helpless. I pride myself an involved partner, Cassidy, you know that. But...there was something awesome about not having to do anything. He pounded in and out of me, holding my body the whole time, letting me know he was in control, and I loved every minute of it. It was fucking amazing, Cass."

Oh God she was so close. Cassidy's fingers were moving on muscle memory now, using their learned expertise to reach all of her favorite spots. She wanted to play with her nipples, too, but couldn't balance the phone on her shoulder well enough. So she just dove deeper into herself, biting her lip, not sure how much longer she could keep from coming. 

"Did...did you cum?" Cassidy said, a half gasp into the phone.

"Fuck yeah," Meredith said. "A few times, actually. Like I said...your brother is good." 

"I bet he is," Cassidy blurted, the lust boiling up inside of her fogging her mind too much for her to care. 

"Cassidy!" Meredith gasped. "What's gotten into you, girl? Geez, if Mike knew what a little perv he was dating...."

"Did he come?" Cassidy asked, her body starting to quiver. The mention of Mike's name had made her wince, but she was too wrapped up for it to have more of an effect. "Did my brother cum?"

"Yeah," Meredith said, a playful edge to her voice. "Yeah, he did. Good God he did. I don't know how long he'd been holding it in, but...wow." 

"Where?" Cassidy moaned. "Where did he come? Inside of you?" 

"No," Meredith said. "I'm on the pill, but why risk it, right? I had him finish up on my stomach, though at least half of it shot all the way up to my tits. I had to take a shower, I was so coated. I'll give you a freebie, since you're in such a horny mood; I gave him head after I got out of the shower, right after he got done talking to you. He came in my mouth. I usually don't swallow but...his cum tastes great, Cass. I know that sounds weird, because, you know, eww, but...his is really good. Not bitter at all." 

Cassidy smiled to herself. Pineapple juice. She remembered the conversation they had had, in her room back home, during her first spring break after she and Mike had gotten together. 

"I...I gave him a blowjob," she'd said, too afraid to look her brother in the eye while she was saying it. "It tasted...awful. Bitter and...just bad. Is it supposed to? I mean, is he like, sick or something?" 

No, he'd assured her, with a pat on the shoulder, he's not sick. Just have him increase his fruit intake. Pineapple juice would be a good start, he said. After that day, Cassidy started noticing how much pineapple juice her brother drank, and it always made her chuckle. But now, hearing from her best friend how good Alex's come tasted, it didn't seem so funny. Cassidy brought her knees up and apart, letting her fingers go even deeper, her hand already coated in her own warm juices. 

"Wow, Cass," Meredith said, softly. "I've got to say, this isn't the call I expected to have with you. I thought I'd be apologizing for screwing your brother behind your back, not having phone sex with you." 

That brought her to a screeching halt. 

"Oh God," Cassidy said, her pussy throbbing for release around her now still fingers. "Oh God, is that what we just did?"

"Yeah, silly," Meredith laughed.

"No it's not!" Cassidy said, panicked. 

"Well," Meredith said, still laughing, "I talked you off while you finger-banged yourself. What do you want to call it? And don't pretend you weren't; I've got great reception on this phone."

"Oh God," Cassidy sighed, drooping her head. Her body was still cranked up to eleven, but she was too embarrassed now to do anything about it. 

"Sweetheart, it's okay," Meredith said. "I'm cool with it. Friends help friends out sometimes. Just don't tell Mike, okay? He might get weirded out. Think we're a couple of lesbians or something. You'd better clean up; your brother will be there soon. Probably shouldn't tell him, either, dirty girl."

Cassidy opened her mouth to say something. She had no idea what. Unfortunately, she was interrupted by a knock at the door. It surprised her so much she yelped. 

"Uh oh," Meredith said. "That's my cue to go. Have a good evening, Cassidy. And thanks for being so cool about Alex and me. Stop by tomorrow, my parents will buy us breakfast. Later!"

Meredith had hung up, and Alex knocked again. Panicking, Cassidy pulled her jeans back up, almost tripping and falling into her dresser, and wiped her wet fingers on her leg. Her body was still roiling, having been brought to the very edge and then denied. She felt like she was about to literally explode. Catching as much breath as she could, her pussy still quivering, she answered the door. 

IV. Alex

Traffic had been awful around the college, snarled up by all of the families in town for graduation, none of them knowing where they were going. Alex had hoped, at least, that the extended commute would have provided him an opportunity to cool down a bit. No luck, though. By the time he pulled into the parking garage of Cassidy's building, he was still a ball of nerves. Fuck, what the hell was wrong with him? Even an expertly performed blowjob from Meredith hadn't been able to take the edge off. She was a hell of a girl, he thought to himself, easing his rental car into the visitor's spot. He didn't know if there would be anything long term there, but he at least wanted to see her again before his trip ended. At the very least, he had to return the favor. 

Of course, at some point, he'd probably have to tell her that he was an unemployed loser. He'd tell Cassidy first, though. She was always the first to know. He wasn't looking forward to it, though. There was nothing glamorous about getting fired from your job with a graphic design firm because one of your top clients thought the ad you designed for his company didn't 'pop' enough. Whatever the hell that meant, it was enough for the client to take his business elsewhere. Alex's boss blamed him, and suddenly, after five years of employment, he found himself being walked out of the building by a security guard, holding a box of his possessions. Yeah, that would make a great story for his sister to hear two days before her graduation. He was almost grateful for her news about Mike; at least that gave him an excuse to not tell her for awhile. 

Cassidy had given him the keypad code to her building at the beginning of the year, but this was the first time he had to use it. The only other time he visited, late in the Fall, there had been so many other students milling in and out that he just followed one of them in every time he needed to enter. The place was a ghost town now, though. He wondered if anyone but Cassidy was still in the building. As he entered and headed for the elevator, he also began thinking about what she might be doing up there, all alone in her room. 

No, you idiot, he thought to himself. You've been watching too much porn. She's just sitting up there depressed, maybe watching TV if she hasn't already packed away her remote. Now keep your damn porno-thoughts away from your sister, freak. He shook his head, half in embarrassment, and half trying to jar all of the stupid out of his skull. The elevator dinged as it reached Cassidy's floor. 

It was a long walk down the hall to his sister's room. Alex had yet to see evidence of another occupant. He took the walk as slow as he could. The stray thoughts of the possibility of Cassidy sitting in her room exploring herself had stiffened his cock just enough to make a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. He flooded his mind with every unsexy thought he could bring to mind, mainly tarantulas, grandma, and grandma covered in tarantulas. That last one did it, at least enough for him to not be pitching a tent when he entered his sister's room. 

He could hear her talking through the door as he got ready to knock. He wondered if she was talking with Mike again. He hoped not. Fuck that guy. He wasn't awful or anything, Alex actually kind of liked the meat-head. But Alex didn't give second chances to people who made his sister cry. Taking a deep breath, he rapped on the door. He heard Cassidy yelp from inside. What had he interrupted? 

"Alex, hi," she said, strangely out of breath, as she threw open the door. She looked amazing, though he knew she would think different. Her eyes were slightly puffy, but he was still entranced by their warmth. She was just wearing jeans and an old gray t-shirt from the high school they both attended at different times (Go Jaguars!). They still managed to hug to her body, teasing him with her incredible, firm curves. He thought sure that, in their time apart, he had exaggerated her beauty in his mind, but now he realized he'd been selling her short. One look, and anyone could tell that she was still wrapped up in her sadness over losing Mike, but there seemed to be an energy to her, too. Something radiating off of her. 

"Cass," he said, trying to stop himself from taking her all in. "I got here as quick as I could."

"I know," she said, opening her arms and hugging him. 

V. Cassidy & Alex

Oh God he felt good pressed against her body, Cassidy thought as she squeezed her brother as tight as she could. He wrapped his lean but strong arms around her and brought them even closer together, her breasts pushed right up against his chest, her breath warm on his neck. He had his hands on her back, one between her shoulders, and one at the small of her back. They made her feel safe, and secure. And, God, so hot. 

"Thanks for coming down," she said, her face nuzzled into his neck. He even smelled good. She was still roiling with lust, even more so now than when she was being talked off by Meredith. She didn't understand herself, why she was feeling like this, why she was feeling like this about her own brother, for God's sake. But she also didn't care. She was too exhausted and horny to give a damn. The strain of the day had left her defenseless to her own whims. Self control would be for tomorrow. For now, she was just enjoying the feel of Alex's body pressed against hers, and how completely protected she felt in his arms. Besides, she thought, she wouldn't let it go too far. She'd stop herself, right? Of course she would. Even if she didn't, for some reason, he would. She was the 'perv', not him. Still, she loved what she was feeling, especially...was he hard? Well, she thought, don't get too excited; it's probably just left over from Meredith, if he is. 

It wasn't. If asked at that very moment, Alex wouldn't have been able to remember Meredith's name. Hell, he probably wouldn't have been able to remember his own name. He knew he should let go, that the hug was going on too long, but he didn't want to. The feel of his sister's body against him was one that could never be matched, not by Meredith, not by anyone. Her body was incredible, especially her breasts, which felt so wonderfully soft against his chest, but it was more than that. It was the feel of holding a woman you loved, deep down, even beyond her amazing exterior. Alex had never felt that with anyone else. He'd had serious girlfriends before, even ones he'd told he loved (and maybe, in some way, he did), but this was different. This was special, something he didn't think he'd ever find with another woman. 




Cassidy & Alex: A Love Story



Not that the lust wasn't part of it, though. His right hand, the one on her lower back, was begging, pleading with him to let it slide down and cup her amazing, tight ass. Grab it with a firm grip, and pull her even closer. His left hand wanted just as much to slide from its position between her shoulder blades around front to cup one of her incredible tits. She nuzzled her face further into his neck, and he had never felt so close to giving in. 

No. No no no. Summoning up every last drop of willpower he had, he released her from his arms and took a half step back from her. As she lowered her arms, her left hand accidentally brushed against his cock, which was straining inside of his boxers. It was just an accidental glance, but it felt like he'd been struck by lightning. Was it an accident? Yeah, of course it was, don't be stupid.

"Come on in," Cassidy said, still sounding a little out of breath, for some reason. She turned and gestured for him to follow, as he let his eyes wander down to her ass, hugged by her jeans like an old friend. "Sorry the chairs are full; I ran out of places to put boxes. We can sit on the bed, though."

"Sure," Alex said, wondering if he was going insane or if this was really happening. Cassidy jumped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing slightly as she landed, drawing her long legs up toward her body, and leaning her back against the wall. Alex joined her, sitting with his legs over the edge. "So...how are you doing?"

"I...I'm just...," she had started to say okay, but she had always had a policy to never lie to her brother. "I'm not fine. I feel like my head is spinning, and I don't know which way is up. I'm excited to be graduating and going off to med school, but I'm terrified, too. I've never even been the east coast, and now I'm going to live over there, and I won't know anyone, and the one thing in my life I thought I could count on just crumbled all around me, and what if I made a huge mistake and--"

"Cass...Cass...Cassidy!" Alex said, leaning over and putting his hand over his sister's shoulders. "Deep breath. Breathe. Come on back." 

"Okay," Cassidy said, doing as he asked, through an embarrassed smile. She loved how his arm felt around her, and how he could calm her so quickly. If anyone else had done the same, she'd have told them to fuck off, that she had no reason to be calm. But Alex knew her well enough that she trusted him. "Okay. I'm sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

"Of course," Alex said. "Hell, I would be if I were you. Don't apologize. Does anyone else know about all of this?" 

"No," Cassidy said, enjoying that he had pulled himself right next to her, their thighs touching. "Just you."

"Who were you talking to on the phone when I got here?" he asked. "I heard you through the door. Mike wasn't trying to weasel his way back, was he?" 

"No," Cassidy said, feeling her face grow red, hoping that he didn't hear too much of what was being said from the other side of the door. "No, I was just...talking to Meredith." 

"Oh," Alex said, before the implications set in. "Oh." 

"Yeah," Cassidy smiled, "she told me. She said not to be mad at you." 

"A-are you?" Alex asked. 

"No," she said. That was only half true, though, but she didn't want to explain why she was jealous of her best friend. "I like the two of you together. Are you going to see her again?"

"I'd like to," Alex said. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that she didn't seem jealous. But why would she, dumbass? "I like her. She's fun. Not like the girls I'm usually with." 

"Yeah," Cassidy said, elbowing him. "I think you may have finally found the bottom of the 'shy librarian type' well." 

"They have their charms," Alex shrugged. "But it is nice to not have to pretend I've read Neruda, for once. Yeah, I'd like to see her again. At least once before I go." 

"So you can fuck her brains out again?" Cassidy blurted, without thinking. 

"Cass!" Alex yelled, staring wide-eyed at his sister. "She...she told you?" 

"Yeah," Cassidy said, embarrassment starting to settle over her, but not as thoroughly as she though it would. "We talk about everything." 

"Well, geez," Alex said, his face red. "I know girls talk, but I didn't think that would extend to stories about their own brothers. So, um...I gotta ask...what grade did I get?"

"What?" 

"Well, you know," he said, "it's not often that a guy gets a chance to get honest feedback. So...how did she say I did?" 

"I wasn't exaggerating," Cassidy said, with a little smirk. "You fucked her brains out, Alex. She was still revved up when I talked to her. So, gold star, bro." 

"Awesome," Alex said, noticing for the first time that Cassidy's hand, the one between them, was resting against his thigh. Oh boy. 

"That's what she said," Cassidy said. "That's not an Office quote, that's really what she said."

"And you're okay with all of this?" Alex asked, noticing her fingers had started to drum a little rhythm against his leg. 

"Yeah," Cassidy said. "Like I said, I think the two of you are...cute...together. I'm glad you're both happy. Someone should be." 

"Cass, shit, I'm sorry," Alex said. "I feel like an asshole. Here I am jabbering on about Meredith when you just got dumped."

"It's okay, Alex," Cassidy said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I really am happy for you. And I'm glad you're here. I can't imagine going through today without you here."

"Are you going to tell mom and dad when they get in?" Alex asked. 

"I have to," Cassidy sighed. "They'll wonder why he isn't here. I know what's going to happen. Dad is going to pat me on the head, say 'there there' and hand me fifty bucks before going to go sit down with his 'new' family. Mom is going to start ranting about how all guys are the same and blah blah blah. Probably with her new boyfriend in tow." 

"She has a new one?" Alex sighed. "Shit, can't be any worse than the last one. That idiot was younger than me, and kept taking me aside and asking if I knew where he could buy weed." 

Cassidy laughed, remembering the last burn-out their mother had dragged to Easter brunch, and how she and Alex had sat in the corner making fun of him the whole morning. 

"I've missed you, big brother," she said, patting his thigh and keeping her head on his shoulder. "You're exactly who I need today."

"Glad I can be of service," Alex said, starting to feel guilty again for the thoughts that were pounding through his brain, about the hint of cleavage he could see from his vantage point, and the firmness of the thigh pressed against his. 

"I'm serious, Alex," Cassidy said, lifting her head off of his shoulder and looking him in the eye. He had the same eyes she did, and, for the first time, she found herself sinking into them. "You make me feel so safe and...warm. It's been a really bad year, Alex."

"I know, sis," Alex said, reaching out and hugging her close to him. "Senior year is a barrage of emotions and stresses anyway, and you've had more than your share." 

"Yeah," Cassidy said, his arms wrapped around her. She never wanted to move from them. She wasn't making good decisions, she knew that, but she still didn't care. And now she felt on the verge of an even worse decision. She knew it was an edge she'd never be on again. By tomorrow, her rational mind, that age-old buzzkill, would reawaken, and she'd realize how stupid she was, and talk herself out of it forever. This was, in all seriousness, her one and only chance to make the mistake she desperately wanted to make. 

And so she did, taking a step off of the edge of the mental cliff, and not looking back. She pulled away from Alex, just enough to be facing him again. And then she kissed him, hard. Not the kiss a sister gives her brother, but the kiss shared by two lovers who have been separated for too long. 

He was stunned. He almost pulled back, but her lips were so soft against his and, despite everything he knew was wrong about it, it felt right. Without realizing it, he was kissing her back. Her tongue, long and curious, slid into his mouth, and he met it with his own. There was electricity in their lips, crackling between them. Her hand was still on his thigh, and his arms around her, but they didn't move. It was all happening between their entwined lips and tongues, massaging, probing, and exploring. 

Cassidy's body was on fire. The energy pulsing between her and her brother was setting off every nerve she had. She could feel her nipples standing erect, and her pussy getting damp. She couldn't believe what she was doing, and she really couldn't believe he was letting her. 

Neither of them knew who broke off the kiss first, but they did finally separate. 

"Oh...," Cassidy said, catching her breath, "Oh wow." 

"Cassidy," Alex said, a look of dread falling over his face as he realized what he'd just done. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I...I'm sorry." 

"It wasn't you, Alex," Cassidy said. "I kissed you. And I want to do it again." 

That was all Alex needed. He moved before she could, locking his lips against hers again. It still felt incredible. Cassidy hadn't realized how long it had been since she had had contact—any contact—with another person. Since early Fall, the only person to touch her was herself. Now, her brother's lips moving against her's, she felt like a drowning woman finally coming up for air. Kissing almost seemed more erotic than if he had bent her over and fucked her like he had Meredith. She could simulate fucking with her fingers and toys; this, along with tango, was something that still took two.

The pulled apart again. She was almost delirious with lust. She had to struggle to form words. 

"Alex," she said, barely above a whisper. "I want to ask you to do something for me. You can say yes, or you can say no, but either way, it won't come between us, okay?" 

"Okay," Alex said, catching his breath and staring deep into her beautiful eyes. 

"Alex," Cassidy said, "tonight, just for tonight, I want to pretend we aren't brother and sister. I want you to pretend I'm not your little sister, and just think of me as a college girl who needs a good release. I want you to take me. I want you to have me. It's been forever since I've been with anyone. I'm lonely, Alex. I want to be touched. I want to be held. I want to be fucked. I don't want it to be with just anyone. I'm not Meredith; I wouldn't enjoy it. I trust you, Alex. I trust you more than anyone." 

"Cassidy," Alex said, his whole body throbbing. "God...I've wanted this for so long. But...I don't want to take advantage of you. You've gone through a lot today, and--"

"You're not taking advantage of me," Cassidy said. "I'm not drunk; I'm not stoned. I'm a big girl, if you haven't noticed. I can make my own decisions. I want this, Alex. I want you. Please." 

Even if he had wanted to argue more, he couldn't have. The breathy way she said please, the fire in her eyes that he never thought he'd see....

"Okay," Alex said, not believing this was actually happening. "Okay, but one condition." 

"What?" Cassidy said, a wide smile on her face. 

"I'm not going to pretend we're not brother and sister, Cass," he said. "I'm sorry, but I can't. You're not just another horny college girl; you're my little sister. And I love you. Way more than I should. I've wanted you for so long, I can't pretend you're anyone else." 

"Okay," Cassidy said, her smile turning wicked. "I like that, too. I can be your horny little sister, then. As long as that doesn't make you hold back. You can do anything you want. I trust you." 

It was something she never would have said to Mike, even though she'd trusted him, too. But giving a guy carte blanch just wasn't something you did unless you knew, really knew, that they'd never hurt you. There was no fear in her as her brother lunged, pushing her back onto the bed, kissing her again, and again, and again, one hand running down her side and onto her thigh, the other against the side of her face before trailing down her chin, her neck, and onto her chest, cupping and massaging her left breast through her shirt. She grabbed at his back, pulling his shirt up so she could slide her hands across his bare skin, digging her nails into his muscles. She writhed under him, thrusting her whole body against his in a wave as he pulled at the bottom of her t-shirt. Sliding into a sitting position as they continued to furiously kiss one another, she tore the old shirt off and threw it across the room. It had barely landed before he had her bra unhooked, letting her shake it off of her arms, her breasts finally hanging free.

It was the first time he'd seen them, and he could have been struck dead at that very moment with no regrets. They were perfect, round and full, capped with quarter-sized light tan nipples, which were standing up like top hats as he stared, reminding himself that, for the first time, he didn't have to just look. Indulging the hunger he'd had for ten years, ten damn years, he jumped toward her, his lips landing first on her's, then trailing their way down her neck as his hands stroked and caressed her incredible tits. They felt even better than he'd imagined, firm, but silky, her hard nipples pressing into the palms of his hands as he massaged them. 

She moaned as his lips moved from her neck to her collarbone, then down her sternum. He kissed a path down between her breasts, the fine stubble on his face lightly prickling against her sensitive skin, a good, teasing pain that drove her wild. She brought her arms together, pressing her tits closer together, tighter against his face. Taking the offer, he pressed his lips against them, then kissed across her right breast until his mouth came to rest on her nipple. A shudder ran through her as he kissed down once, twice, and then on the third time, let his lips linger, cupped over her nipple as he sucked, gently at first, letting his tongue tease her. It wrapped around her erect tit, flicking gently against it as he sucked, drawing it in a little harder with each passing second.

"Oh God, Alex," Cassidy moaned. "That feels so good."

He responded by pulling his mouth away, only to kiss a trail across to her left nipple, which he began treating to the same ecstasy. Her whole body quivered as he sucked her, and even more so as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down, over her hips. She wriggled herself the rest of the way free of their confining denim, letting them fall off of the edge of her bed and into a heap on the floor. They shared their next thought, and each grabbed one side of her black satin panties, pulling them off and down her long, dancer's legs, letting them hang for a second on her right toe before dropping down next to her jeans. 

"Well," Cassidy said, out of breath already, standing up, naked and glistening with tiny drops of sweat. "What do you think, big brother?"

"Wow," he whispered. It was all he could do. She was amazing, absolutely amazing. Her tanned skin and dark hair, her pert breasts and flat stomach, her fit legs and tight, perfect pussy, crowned with a thin patch of soft, fine hair. He couldn't control himself any longer, not even to take in the raw beauty standing in front of him. He dove at her, pushing her back onto the bed.

"I'm glad you approve," Cassidy giggled as he kissed her stomach, quickly moving all the way down, stopping just above the patch of downy hair. He reached his hands between her thighs, massaging them all the way up, teasing just outside her wet lips with his fingers as his tongue stroked just above her clit. It was driving her wild. She grabbed the back of his head and tried to push him down, but he looked up at her and gave her a mischievous wink. She wasn't going to get off that easy.

He kept kissing her mound, letting his tongue travel through her soft hair, and used his thumbs to run up and down the sides of both of her pussy lips. He could smell the rich, wonderful scent of her pussy, and feel the wetness already working its way out to where he was teasing her. She was ready, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He plunged his mouth toward her velvety lips, running his tongue up and down, starting just above her tight little anus and sliding upwards toward her clit, sliding back down and then repeating.

"Oh God yes," she moaned. "Oh God you're good...oh God oh God oh God!"

"You taste amazing, sis," he said, giving his tongue a brief break before diving back in. She did, too. She was soaking wet, her juices sweet and warm in his mouth as he let his tongue slide around her clit, earning a long, sharp squeal from his little sister. He kept at her, tracing patterns against her clit as his hands slid under her ass, grabbing her and pulling her pussy harder against his face. She was panting now, and held the back of his head with one hand, entwining her fingers in his hair as she used her other hand the squeeze her breasts, trying to grab both at the same time. She couldn't believe how good her brother was at eating her out. She didn't even know it could feel like this. Mike had gone down on her a few times, but it was usually just a few quick licks before climbing on top of her. Alex had moved down from her clit, his tongue probing her, sliding just inside of her and stroking the inner edge of her pussy. She writhed in ecstasy, arching her back, wailing as her brother massaged her in places a tongue had never been. Her thighs tightened around his head, and her body began to shake.

"Oh God," she moaned, closing the hand on the back of his head, pulling his hair. "Oh Alex, don't stop, please don't stop, this is...oh God...you're so damn good! Ohhhh!" 

She came, hard, the pent up energy from her phone call with Meredith blasting out of her along with the new rush her brother had given her. She screamed loud enough to rattle the windows, and probably wake up anyone within a two block radius. Her body contorted again and again. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, her pussy was dripping, right into her brother's waiting mouth. Alex eagerly lapped up every sweet, warm drop. 

He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd dreamed so many times about being right where he was, never even entertaining the thought that it could actually happen. But there he was, his little sisters' tight, perfect pussy in his face, her juices coating his mouth and on his tongue. And more than that, he'd just made her cum. He never wanted to forget the sound of the first orgasm he gave his sister. Nor did he want it to be the last. Thankfully, she didn't either. 

"That was incredible," Cassidy panted. "But you need to fuck me. Right now, Alex. Fuck me! I need you right now."

She didn't have to ask twice. He had his clothes off and on the floor before she'd even sat up, her pussy glistening in the faint light of the moon through the window.

"Whoa," Cassidy whispered as he pulled off his boxers, setting his cock free. It was rock hard and throbbing, hungry for her. She stared at her brother's cock, at how thick and long it was, curved ever so slightly, just enough that she knew it would hit places that had never been touched before. She reached out and wrapped one hand around his, feeling out unbelievably hard it was, letting her fingers dance up Alex's shaft, giving the head a quick stroke with her thumb. He looked down at her, right into her big brown eyes as she leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock, keeping those vivid eyes open the whole time. She let her lips, still tight on his cock, slip down to the top of the shaft. She gave him a gentle, teasing suck, and then drew back. 

"Sorry," she said, through breaths, "I want to suck your cock, but I need you inside of me. I need that inside of me. Fuck me, big brother. Fuck your naughty little sister." 

He grabbed her hips and set her on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were wild with passion. His cock throbbed when she called him 'big brother', the relation that had once forbidden this very encounter was now gasoline on the fire for him. And, to his amazement, seemed to be for her, too. She spread her legs wide, her wet lips parting, exposing her soft, pink folds. 




Cassidy-More Stories



Cassidy and I had been lovers for a while now. Things had gone south for her and her man but they stayed together as roommates, both for the good of the kids and just general practicality. I alwats told her she had a place with me but she knew there would be a lot of headaches with us trying to find a place that could fit the kids, etc. Plus, with all the fun we had, we never really had the opportunity to date and see if it could work as anything but hot sex. We both felt very strongly towards each other and it could easily have become love but there were just so many obstacles. 

Still, the sex was epic and we explored every possible fantasy and perversion we could have ever wanted. One night, she laid down the gauntlet for us to name the dirtiest, nastiest, most perverted things we had ever done. Since i knew I had my own dark secrets, I wasn't sure I really wanted to share ALL of them yet it was so hard to argue with her when she lubed my cock up with her mouth and then sat that wonderful tight ass right down onto it and began grinding my dick into her. 

"Come on baby. Tell Cass that naughtiest thing you've ever done. Tell me while your thick dick is filling up my sexy little ass. I know you love this but fucking some other man's woman in the ass isn't the naughtiest thing you've done is it?" God I loved her mouth and for so many reasons!

She was really working my cock in that ass of hers, squeezing her muscles for all she was worth. She knew every last trick to please me.

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Oh god yes. Tell me how much of a fucking slut you you are. Tell me how fucking bad a boy you are."

"Ok, but you can't make me come until I'm finished telling you. And you can't come either!" I slid a couple fingers into her pussy and played with her clit while she slowed her rhythm on my cock. 

"So I told you my ex and played a lot of games right?"

"Yes" she was practically hissing she was so hot anticipating my story. 

"Well, I told you how she let her brother fuck her and how we used to play fantasy games about different incestous couplings. In fact, I think you like them more than she did!" I dug my fingers deeper into her dripping pussy just to drive home the point. She moaned like the complete wanton slut she was. 

"Mmmmm hmmmm. I think I like it most when I'm your mommy and my bad little boy is eating mommy's pussy."

"That is a good little fantasy. I might need that one soon."

"Continue"

"Yes well, I never told how we actually had some incestuous fun for real" I made sure to make direct eye contact with her when I said this. Her eyes lit up like the Vegas Strip. 

"No way! So who was it? Her brother again?" She was so hot now, she couldn't help but fuck my dick faster and harder into her ass. "Please, tell me right now!"

"I thought you wanted to hear the story, not just a name?" I loved to tease her.

"MMMMMM, sorry, go on. Although would you mind? I've need your cock in my pussy." She raised up slighty and shifted my dick into her waiting pussy. It was so wet I couldn't have stayed in if she weren't on top of me. She ground down into me and we shared a few long, passionate kisses. 

"You know I never mind. It's yours so you can have it anywhere you want it."

"So you were saying? I've got to hear the rest of this sexy story!"

"So one night while we were fucking, my ex started calling me 'Daddy' and it really turned both of us on. She was absolutely writhing like crazy as I fucked her from every angle with 'daddy's' dick. 

She came so hard that she was trembling for a few minutes."

"I know how she feels" Cassidy said as she swirled around on my dick, making sure it hit every spot she wanted it to. I gave her a nice long kiss.

"Well, I know I can do it fairly consistently with my tongue but this was one of the few times I gave her THAT good an orgasm with my cock. Anyway, it made me wonder if this was just another game or maybe there was something going on. I mean, she had a biological father, a step dad and then she had recently met my dad for the wedding and said how hot he was (and how much I looked like him.)"

"So did you ask her?"

"Well, I was going to but I thought it might be hotter to keep our little game going, see how far she would take it and if she would just tell me at some point."

"You are so devious."

"You have no idea my dear" I flicked my tongue across her nipple, finally wrapping it around and sucking her cute little tit into my hungry mouth. 

"God you are evil but you fuck so damn good!"

"So, when we moved, we did a cross country tour and ended up at my Dad's in Kansas for a couple days."

"Oh my god. She fucked your Dad didn't she" Cassidy started bucking up and down on my dick like a demon. 

"Hold on, yes she did but that's not the nastiest part of the story and you promised you wouldn't come until it was finished!"

"Ummm, I know but it's too late. I already had one with you in my ass and right when you mentioned your Dad, I did again, just a little one. Keep going please!" How could I possibly say no to her?

"Okay, then just try and keep steady so I'm not coming all over. I want to hold out and give you a pussy full of me."

"You already are!"

"Ok so we were there and his wife was out of town at her folks. So it was just the 3 of us for a couple days. My Dad has always been with younger women and so it's not like I was surprised when I saw him checking her out. Especially when we were in the pool! Now, our mom had always told us my Dad was pretty well equipped but he popped one on the deck chair when he saw my ex in her skimpy little suit that could have been a flgapole."

"She was such a little slut. She knew she was being a cocktease."

"Only a cocktease if you don't give it up. so that night we are in our room and she is really hot. I'm eating her pussy and she's just dripping. I ask her what's gotten her so hot? She says all she can think about since the pool is my Dad's big dick. 'It must be 9 inches or more!' she was moaning like crazy as I ate her out."

"Really? He's that big? How come you only got 6 inches?" Cassidy laughed as she ground all of those 6 inches into her pussy.

"You don't seem to mind it's only 6?"

"No, yours is perfect and it's so thick. It fits my pussy like they were made for each other. Although if I made your Dad pop a rod like that, I'd have to at least suck it off. it's only fair!"

"Well I asked her if she wanted to fuck him and she was like 'oh my god, yes! I want his big dick in my pussy. I'd make you watch and jack off while your Dad fucks my slutty pussy. Would you like that honey? To watch Daddy fuck your wife's pussy?' I didn't know if she was playing or not but I was so hot. I was thinking 'what the heck?' So I dared her 'if you think you can get him, take your best shot but I get to stop it if I think it's going to far.' Her answer was 'fair enough but then I'm saving my pussy for him. I want to keep it nice and tight for his monster dick to open me up. I'll suck your cock and jack you off on my tits tonight though.' She was such a wonderful slut!"

Cassidy closed her eyes and leaned into me to give my dick such a nice angle into her pussy. She bit my neck and kissed my ear lobe.

"Baby, you've got me so fucking hot. I want you to come in me. I can't wait any longer!" She was pleading with me.

"Yes, you can. I know you want to hear where this goes." i loved having my hands locked onto her wonderful ass while she was grinding all over my cock. 

"Yes I do. Please tell me about your slut wife fucking your Dad's monster dick. I bet she sucked him while you watched and drank all that cum right in front of you, didn't she?"

"Something like that. So about halfway through the night I woke up. The room smelled of sex. I looked over and saw Kat had pulled the covers off from her. She was writhing her naked body and had her fingers deep in her pussy and was licking her lips. 'God, she looks so sexy. She's so fucking hot for him she is finger fucking herself thinking of him.' I had to eat that pussy and taste all those wonderful juices. I wanted to suprise her though so I closed my eyes and turned over as if I was still asleep. I heard a noise though from outside the room. I opened my eyes and was able to catch my Dad leaving the doorway, naked!"

"You didn't!?!? Was he jacking off for her? Oh my god this is so fucking hot!"

"I didn't see enough to know but I bet he was and I'm damn sure she knew he was there. She asked if I was awake but I just made a little snort like I was asleep. It seemed like forever but it was probably only a couple minutes later when Kat got out of bed. It was on! So I waited as long as I possibly could, just in case I was wrong and she went to the bathroom. I crept up the stairs. Sure enough I heard them fucking. I really wanted to make sure they didn't hear me so I went so slowly." I loved listening to them fuck each other and relayed the details to Cassidy:

"God you've been driving my cock crazy all day. You are such a fucking slut. Billy is so lucky to get to fuck you whenever he wants. Your pussy feels so good." My Dad was slowly pumping his long rod in and out of my wife. She was loving every last inch of it. Moaning in complete ecstasy.

"I love your big dick Daddy. And this pussy isn't his anymore. it's yours. It's been yours since this afternoon when I saw your big cock at the pool. I decided right then that only you get my pussy. You can do anything you want with me." God she was such a slut.I wonder how much of that she meant! Only one way to find out...

"Oh really? So then what are you going to give your husband?" I chimed in

"Oh baby, I'm sorry but his cock is so big and he's working my pussy in ways you could never do. Don't worry. You'll still get me later but while we're here it's whatever he wants. I'm going to please this big dick anyway I can. He can fuck my ass, my mouth and cum anywhere he wants to. I'm his."

"I'm really sorry Billy but she's so hot. You're ok with this right?"

"Well. I'm not so sure I'm ok with not getting mine but this IS so fucking hot. I should tell you we've played out this little fantasy a bunch of times before coming here. I never thought it might happen. Not to mention, Mom always said how hung you were and I have to admit I was a bit curious. Wish you had passed that thing onto me instead of a receeding hairline"

"He chuckled. Yeah, Kat was saying your isn't too bad. Maybe even a bit thicker than mine but not as long. She doesn't seem to be lacking anything."

"God would you two shut up! Keep you concentration on fucking me Daddy. Billy, I want to see you stroke that dick while Daddy fucks your wife. Then I want both of you to come all over my tits."

Kat was taking over this show and man was it hot. 

Cassidy had to break in

"God that is SO naughty!!!! Ummm i'm cumming now. Please cum inside me. Please!!!!" Cassidy dug her nails into my back. She knew how that could usually do it for me but I was holding out. There was more to this stroy and she HAD to hear it. 

"What? Why aren't you coming?" Igave her the most wicked smile as an answer. "Are you saying there is more? What? He fucked her ass? She drank his cum? She licked all the cum for both of you off her tits? WHAT!!!!"

"Well, after fucking her pussy and then getting a deliciously naughty blow job from my wife, where she DID swallow every last drop he gave her, my Dad wasn't recovering that quickly. She was jacking off his cock, trying to coax some life into when she called me over."

"Fuck my pussy." It was so sexy. Me, fucking my wife there on the living room coach and my Dad not a foot away, his dick coated in my wife's pussy juice and her stroking him. She was really doing her best to get him hard but even her mouth wasn't doing the trick. 

"Kiss me Billy, taste your Dad's dick and cum all over my mouth" I would do aanything for her so I leaned in and kissed her. I don't know if this was her intent or not but this evidently brought a response from my Dad as I felt his cock twitch and bump my shoulder. 

"Looks like Daddy's getting close again, honey."

"But not ast enough for me. I want him in my ass and my hand is getting tired. You stroke him." WHOA!!! And with that Cassidy was coming again.

"you DID NOT. NO way you stroked your Dad's dick! you didn't right?"

"I told you I would do anything for her. Plus I thought it would be a nice way to take control of the situation away from her."

"Oh my god. I want you to come in my ass now. You naughty fucking boy. Fuck mommy's ass while you tell her all about your slut wife" Cassidy was out of control now. 

So I looked ay my Dad. he nodded it was ok and so I strated stroking it. He got hard SO quickly. And his dick was so massive. I've never found a guy attractive in that way but this was so hot and it was so wrong being my Dad. It turned me on in ways I never thought anything could. she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer now that he was hard and started sucking him but he really wasn't staying hard still.

"Keep stroking him while I lick the tip. I need more of your Daddy's dick honey." Kat pouted for that huge rod. 

I did as I was told, god this was HOT. Here I am absutely ramming my wife's pussy with my dick, stroking off my Dad as he's getting his dick sucked by my wife! She stopped for a second and said "it's time you taste your Daddy's dick again. Come here." 

"So I leaned in to kiss her again but she turned me away."

Cassidy was cumming again "oh shit. Oh shit" she was trembling and convulsing with my cock in her ass. " Come now Billy. Please come in me. You sucked his dick didn't you? Your wife told you suck Daddy's cock and you did it? Did you make him cum? Did Daddy cum in your mouth?"

"Yes" I hissed as I stood up keep my cock tight in her ass. i flipped her over onto all four so I could fuck that ass with full force.

"yes, you naughty boy. Fuck mommy's ass and tell her about how you sucked Dadd'ys cock!!!!!! Then cum in mommy's ass like Daddy came in your mouth."

"With Daddy's big dick right in my face I just couldn't resist. I opened my mouth and Daddy guided his dick right in. I was coming all over Kat's pussy and it didn't take long with watching his son wrap his lips around his huge cock that Daddy was cumming in my mouth. Kat begged me to give her some but I wouldn't let go of his dick. Serves her right for saying she was only his. After he finished, he was still hard and he took her ass while she sucked me hard to fuck her pussy at the same time. I gave her the nastiest kiss and said 'he was my Dad before he was yours and you were my slut before his. I'm still #1 around here'. We spent all that night and the next day fucking until it was time to leave. I didn't suck my Dad again but I did stroke him a few times to get him hard for her."

"you are SUCH a naughty boy. Now let mommy clean off your naughty cock so you can fuck her again. Here, let's 69 so you can eat mommy's pussy too." Cassidy was such a hot lover!



Cassie



Cassie was lying on her bed, masturbating when she heard the doorbell ring. She lay with her long, lean legs open, and her ankles held close together from the panties she neglected to entirely remove. Her flat stomach undulated from the pleasure her dainty hand was causing as it played with her hardened clit. Cassie's T-shirt was pulled up, exposing her pert breasts, allowing her to tease and pull on her nipples with her free hand. Her blonde head was thrown back, her bright blue eyes lidded from impending ecstasy. She was getting so close. It had been so long since her entire family had been out of the house. She always hated masturbating when people were there. Her parents were so nosy, and there wasn't a lock on her door either. Her finger rubbed her clit faster and her breathing became harsh. She bit her lower lip in anticipation. That's when she heard someone at the door. 

She stopped suddenly. She calmed her breathing and strained her ears. Who could that be? She wondered. Maybe they'll go away. Cassie began to lazily play with herself while she waited. There was another ding. Then another. "God damn." She huffed as sat up, kicking off her panties as she almost tripped over them. She pulled her tight shirt down and searched her floor for something to put on. Another ding. "I'm coming damn it!" She hissed. "At least I was." She added sarcastically as she pulled on a nearby denim skirt. She zipped it up and started for her door, absently wiping her damp, sticky hand on the fabric as she did so. 

She stormed down the hallway. It was probably just some deliveryman. Mom was always getting packages. The front door was closed so she couldn't see out. Cassie stood on her tiptoes to peer through the narrow panes of glass near the top of the door. She saw two guys standing outside. The first thought that ran through her head was that they were cute; the second was who the fuck were they? The one nearest the door had think, dark hair and was wearing sunglasses. He had on a tank top that accentuated his muscular frame, and frayed jeans. Another guy right behind him was thin and tall, with longish blonde hair that fell in front of his face. He was wearing no shirt, only cutoff denims and a pair of sneakers. The dark-haired guy glanced up at the window Cassie was staring out off. He flashed a grin before Cassie could avoid being seen. 

"Cassie?" She heard a muffled voice from the other side of the door. "Is that you?" When she heard that voice she wondered how the hell she didn't recognize him. It was Bryant, a high school friend of her brothers! He used to always be around, and was almost like a second brother to Cassie. She'd had the biggest crush on him! 

"Oh my gosh!" Cassie gushed and she reached to open the door. "Bryant? Is that you?" She asked disbelievingly. 

He took of his sunglasses. "Yeah! Hey girl! Damn, you've grown!" Bryant said as Cassie reached out and gave him a hug. He put his arms around her and she marveled at how strong they felt. 

"Well it has been a couple of years." Cassie was a little offended. She wasn't the little girl Bryant remembered. "Who's your friend?" She asked darting a glance at the stranger behind him. 

"Hey." The blonde guy said. "I'm Nate." He said extending out a hand. She took it and he gently shook hers. 

"Hi, Nate." Cassie smiled. "Well come in guys. What are you doin  g here?" She asked trying not to sound too excited at seeing Bryant again. 

"Well, we came to see your brother. Where is Richard anyway?" Bryant said as the two of them came into the house. 

"Oh, he's not coming in until next week." Richard had joined the Air Force after graduation was finally coming back home. 

"Oh damn." Bryant said. "I thought it was this week." 

"Nope." Cassie shook her head. She'd been growing aware of the fact that her pussy was still wet and aching for relief. She suddenly wondered if they could smell her sex on her. She put the hand she'd been fingering herself with behind her back. 

"Oh well. I'm gonna be in town for a while anyway. I'll catch him then." He smiled at Cassie. "Shit, you sure have grown up, Cassie. How old are you now? Eighteen?" 

Cassie nodded. "Last week was my birthday." She said proudly. 

"Oh, then I owe you some spankings." Bryant said lightly. Cassie giggled and blushed a bit. 

"Hey, Cassie." Nate said. "Do you mind if I use the bathroom?" 

"Of course not. It's down the hall there." As Nate walked away Bryant looked around the living room. 

"The place sure has changed." He said blandly.

"Yeah. Mom and Dad redecorated after Richard left." 

"Yeah I guess they had to after all the hell he and I raised, huh?" He laughed. Cassie giggled again. Bryant wondered down the hallway toward her bedroom. "Where are your folks?" 

"Oh, they're out antiquing or something." Cassie answered. Bryant grunted. 

"Hey, you got Richie's old room!" Bryant said looking into her bedroom. Cassie hurried and caught up with him, but he was already walking in. "Sure looks different." 

"Yeah." Cassie said uneasily. This was the first time a boy had ever been in her room. Her parents were pretty strict about that. She then saw with something akin to horror her panties lying crumpled on the floor next to her bed. He scuttled over and pushed them under it, wishing absently that she'd put them back on. She thought Bryant might have seen her so she put her hand casually on the bedpost and leaned against it. He looked at her. Hard.

"I can't get over how different you look, too." He walked a little closer to her. "You're really pretty." Cassie felt her cheeks grow hot. 

"Thanks." She managed. "I always thought you were good looking." As soon as she said that she couldn't believe it came out of her mouth. But he merely smiled and reached a hand out. He lightly brushed her cheek, still heavy with baby fat. His touch sent a jolt through her, right down to her already-damp pussy. 

"So," Bryant glanced over at the disarrayed bed. "Did Nate and I interrupt something?" 

Cassie's cheeks burned brighter. "Uh…no." She denied weakly. Bryant closed the distance between the two of them. She felt his hip against hers. His hand slowly crawled down her face, neck, pausing briefly at her left breast. Her nipple was hard; it was plain to see beneath her shirt as she wore no bra and his fingers danced over it for a few seconds. Cassie's eyes fluttered with the sensation. Then suddenly Bryant's other hand was up her skirt, his fingers playing lightly on her wet lips. Cassie's eyes opened in surprise and anger, which quickly melted away to pleasure as he felt his index finger gently stroking her clit. "Oh…." She breathed. 

"Um, that's what I thought." Bryant murmured into her ear as he pulled her shirt up, allowing her left breast to spill out. The puffy nipple was light pink and rock hard. He gripped her bare breast and squeezed while still gently rubbing her tiny opening. Cassie closed her eyes and leaned her head against Bryant's chest. She was embarrassed by how easily she allowed him to do this to her, but at the same time she couldn't stop herself. It felt so good. Much better than when she touched herself. He quietly chuckled. "You like that, huh?" She nodded against him. He replied by pulling on her nipple and pushing a finger slowly into her dripping quim. 

"Ah!" Cassie gasped as she felt his finger gingerly probing inside her. She'd put her finger in before, but it never felt like this! She found herself moving her hips up and down, back and forth against his hand. She reached up and clutched his shirt as Bryant wiggled his finger faster and harder inside, as his knuckle ground against her clit. She began panting, rubbing herself faster and harder against his hand, feeling him pinching and pulling on her nipple with the other one at the same time. It was too much for her. She threw her head back and moaned as her body began to quiver with her orgasm. A deluge of wet, sticky fluid dripped onto Bryant's hand, which only encouraged him to finger-fuck her faster, prolonging her body wracking come. 

Cassie felt weak. Her knees were trembling beneath her and if it weren't for her clutching Bryant she would have collapsed at his feet. She felt Bryant remove his finger slowly while still continuing to rub her drenched slit. He was still teasing her nipple with his other fingers. Then she heard Nate exclaim, "Holy shit!" She looked over at him. He was standing just inside the bedroom door, a look of shock on his face. She'd totally forgotten he was even in the house! She tried to pull away from Bryant and cover herself, but he held onto her tightly, and she was still too weakened to put up a fight. Nate looked over at Bryant, who was grinning madly, then down toward Cassie's exposed tit, and the hand still busy beneath her skirt. A look of arousal replaced the one of surprise and a smile spread over his thin, angular face. 

"Come here, man. This chick is ready to go." Bryant said as he began to play with her tit with renewed vigor. Cassie looked up at him, angry at his comment and it's implication, but she couldn't deny how good the hand stroking her still felt. She found herself overcome with lust unlike never before. At that moment she didn't care what they did to her as long as it felt this good. 

She didn't resist as Bryant and Nate pulled her shirt off. "Damn, those are some nice titties." Nate breathed. Bryant grunted his assent as she felt both their hands all over them. Bryant grabbed her ponytail and turned her head toward his. He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and harshly. She felt Nate raining kisses down her neck, then on her breasts and tender nipples. She moaned into Bryant's mouth as she felt Nate's hot lips sucking on her nipples. 

"I think she likes it, dude." Bryant mumbled. Then he leaned down and took her other nipple into his mouth. Cassie looked down at the two men sucking on her tits. One of her hands was still wrapped around the bedpost for support, while the other one gripped the comforter on her mattress. She felt both guys' hands fumbling in between her legs and unconsciously spread them apart further, allowing them more room to play. One of them started undoing her skirt and it dropped to the floor around her feet. 

"Mmm, God look at that!" Nate exclaimed as the two stared at her nearly hairless pubic mound. 

"Looks good enough to eat." Laughed Bryant as he eased Cassie back onto the bed. He leaned down on the floor and spread her legs apart, exposing her narrow, pink slit. She looked down and Bryant's handsome face, his eyes glinting with sexual hunger. He leaned forward and she felt his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp of pleasure. The two guys chuckled. Bryant continued to lick as Nate walked around him, undoing his shorts. Cassie stared through slitted eyes as Nate dropped his shorts and underwear. She watched his erect cock bob up and down as he crawled onto the bed beside her. 

Cassie narrowed her eyes at Nate's penis. She'd never seen on in the flesh before and wondered if his was typical. It was maybe seven or eight inches long, and curved upward, pointing toward the ceiling. The thick, hairy base tapered to a smaller, mushroom-shaped head. The testicles that hung below it were small and firm, looking more like one big ball than two to Cassie. Nate squatted on his knees beside Cassie's head and reached down and pointed the head of his prick at her face. She wrinkled her nose at it, unsure of what he wanted. "Suck it." He explained to her and pushed it against her lips. She kept her lips closed, unsure if she wanted his thing in her mouth. Then Bryant did something with his tongue to make her moan with pleasure and Nate took the opportunity to push his dickhead in between her lips. 

Cassie's eyes widened as she felt the foreign object in her mouth. Her initial reflex was to pull her head back but Nate grabbed the back of her head preventing her from doing so. He began to push himself back and forth in her mouth and Cassie realized that, though the sensation was bizarre to her, she didn't mind the taste of his cock so much. In fact, she rather liked it. She began to play her tongue around it, enjoying the salty taste. "Mmm, yeah that's it. Oh, you like that don't you?" Nate's voice trembled with pleasure. 

"Yeah, she likes it." Bryant rose up from Cassie's spread legs long enough to mumble. His chin glistening with her juices, he quickly dove back down, lapping noisily at her cunt. While his tongue concentrated on Cassie's pussy, his eyes focused on his friend's cock as was pushed in and out of Cassie's dripping mouth. 

"Oh suck it, girl." Nate demanded and Cassie tried to comply. She wrapped her lips around his head and sucked on it, like she would a lollipop. "Move your head back and forth…yeah that's it." Nate coached her. "Oh, fuck yeah, that feels good. Um, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" Cassie mumbled something as Bryant pushed first one, then two fingers inside her. With his tongue flicking her clit and his fingers fucking her, Cassie felt another wave of orgasmic pleasure coming. She began to buck her hips up and down, rubbing herself against Bryant's scratchy chin. He responded by thrusting his fingers faster inside of her and licking harder and quicker against her sensitive little button. She began moaning around Nate's cock, encouraging him to thrust back and forth faster, making her slurp on his slick rod. 

"Mmmmmph." Cassie's muffled moans were accompanied by sinuous writhing. Her perky breasts jiggled as the throes of passion overcame her lithe, little body. Her thighs began to quiver as her orgasm hit her, even harder than before. "Oh fuck!" Nate cried as he began to cum inside Cassie's mouth. A jet of hot fluid suddenly hit the back of her throat, making her reflexively swallow it. Another load emptied into her mouth, then another as Nate's twitching cock creamed. She tried to swallow that too but most of it oozed out of the sides of her mouth and down her cheek. She was barely aware of it, as she was coming herself, much harder than even before. All that existed for her was her pussy and Bryant's mouth. It was bliss. 

Bryant finally rose again from Cassie's delectable snatch to see Nate as he continued to slide his spent cock back and forth inside Cassie's mouth. "Oh dude! You fucking came already?" He asked incredulously as he saw the sperm trickling out of the girl's mouth. Nate was slowly massaging his length as he grinned over at Bryant. 

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet." He assured him.

"Really?" Bryant was suspicious. "I got one good cum in me and I'm done for at least an hour." He said as he stood up. "I wonder how many times you can come, sweet thing." He said to Cassie as she lay writhing on the bed beneath him. Nate laughed as he withdrew his slimy member with an audible plop from Cassie's mouth. More of his spunk flowed out from the corner of her mouth. She coughed a bit. Nate lay back against her overstuffed pillows, pulling on his softened erection. 

Cassie lay in a half-faint. She looked up at Bryant who was standing in between her spread legs. He was undoing his pants. She knew he was going to put it in her and she wondered if it would hurt. She hoped he wasn't too big. Then Bryant lowered his pants and she saw his penis flop free. "Oh God." She breathed. His cock was shorter than Nate's, about six inches long, but much thicker. Cassie doubted she could fit her hand around the shaft and she wondered how it could fit inside her. It stuck out straight, pulsating every few seconds. The head was huge and purplish, and Cassie could see fluid dripping from the tip. She looked down at his dangling balls. She'd seen smaller scrotums on some of the bulls at her grandmother's farm. Bryant smiled. "Don't worry, sweetie. It won't hurt. I'll be gentle." He leaned down and, grabbing Cassie's thighs, pulled her down the bed toward him. He bent his knees, lining his rigid cock up with her pussy. He grabbed his shaft and started rubbing his head against her, eliciting soft moans from Cassie. "See. Now how does that feel?" Cassie admitted to herself that it felt good and relaxed somewhat as she felt his hard meat poking gingerly at her. She glanced over at Nate who still lay against the headboard, playing with his penis, which Cassie noticed was stiffening again. Bryant was intently watching his own cock as he smeared cum from Cassie all over the shiny head. "Mmm, I think you're ready." He said as he began to slowly push himself into her tiny hole. 

Cassie tensed as she felt him entering her. At first it wasn't too bad, then she felt like a stab of pain. "Ow…ow…ow." She murmured. 

"Sshh." Bryant's voice came in ragged whispers. "It's okay, baby. Just relax." He said as he pushed himself another inch inside her. "Oh, God. You're so tight." Cassie gripped the comforter beneath her in her hands as she gritted her teeth together to keep from squealing out loud. Bryant slowly forced about three inches of his cock inside her, then stopped. Through teary eyes Cassie looked up at him. He wore an expression that looked like pleasure mingled with pain. Cassie felt her muscles contracting around his pulsating member. Then he began to move back and forth inside her, ever so carefully. With his thumb he began to massage Cassie's clit.

It took a moment, but Cassie began to enjoy the sensation. She felt herself relaxing and spreading her legs a bit further apart. Bryant smiled approvingly. He reached up and tweaked a nipple with one hand as he lazily fucked her. He began to rub her clit harder and Cassie's undulations became more urgent. In moments Bryant had coaxed another orgasm out of her. She lay panting on the bed as he felt a warmth spreading over his cock. Her tight muscles relaxed and Bryant took the opportunity to force the rest of his bulk into her. "Ahhhh, fuck." He moaned as he pushed himself all the way in. Cassie gave out a surprised squeal. "Damn, it's like a fucking vice!" 

Cassie shut her eyes as hot tears began to fall from them. It felt like she was being torn apart as Bryant began to push himself back and forth inside her. She put her hand against her mouth and bit down, not wanting to scream out loud. With her other hand she gripped the bedclothes even tighter. She wanted to stop him but until now Bryant had made her feel so good. Was she doing something wrong? "Ohhhh." She moaned around her hand as Bryant leaned down, putting his hands on either side of her and pushing himself even further into her. She could feel his heavy balls bouncing off against her ass now. She looked up at his face. In her blurred vision his face was grimace. It looked as if he was in as much pain as she was. He looked down at her and pulled her hand away from her mouth. He grabbed her other hand and held them on the bed above her head. Bryant began to fuck her even harder.

"Oh, god. Oh fuck! You're so fucking tight, baby! God that feels good." He was moaning as Cassie gritted her teeth, choking back a groan. "Oh god, I'm gonna come!" Bryant huffed as his thrusts became even more intense. 

"Don't come inside me!" Cassie managed to whimper. "Please." A few more quick thrusts and Bryant reached down and, pulling his engorged member out of her snatch, wrapped his hand around it. After one stroke thick, ropy streams of spunk flew from the purple tip. The first jet landed a trail of the stuff from Cassie's chin down to her breasts. Bryant leaned his head back and moaned as he jerked more gouts of the stuff out of his cock. 

"God damn." Nate sighed from his seat next to Cassie. Bryant laughed haltingly as he coaxed the last bit of dripping cum from his slimy tool. The drops fell in a growing puddle that had collected on Cassie's flat stomach. Cassie looked down at herself, a bit ashamed to have Bryant's cum all over her, but grateful that he was no longer fucking her. Her pussy felt so numb. 




Cassie



"Damn, man!" Nate exclaimed. "When was the last time you unloaded?" 

"Too long, bro." Was Bryant's reply as he looked around for his pants. Through teared eyes Cassie noticed that his dick was already shrinking. It looked so small now but only seconds ago it felt as if it was tearing her apart. She noticed Bryant was avoiding her gaze. She glanced over at Nate whose cock she was surprised to see was fully erect again. Bryant noticed this as well. "Shit, you weren't kidding, were you?" Without a word Nate got up and stood in front of Cassie, who looked apprehensively up at him. With a toothy grin, Nate reached down and grabbed her ankles, forcing Cassie to roll over onto her stomach. 

"No…it hurts too much." Cassie protested weakly as Nate spread her legs apart. Ignoring her, Nate leaned down and she felt his weight against her. He reached in between his legs and clumsily guided his erection toward her soaked pussy. In one violent thrust he pushed himself inside her.

"Awww….fuck yeah!" Nate yelled as Cassie gasped, fresh tears falling form her reddened eyes. He began thrusting, his flesh smacking against her ample ass cheeks. 

"Feels good, don't she?" Cassie heard Bryant ask. "I got her good and loose for ya." He laughed derisively. Nate only grunted in reply, so intent he was on fucking Cassie from behind. She buried her head in her bedclothes, trying not to yell out. It hurt even more with her on her stomach than it did before. Why did they have to be so rough with her? It felt so much better before. Suddenly Nate was grasping her by her hips, pulling her backward. Now what? Cassie asked herself as Nate gruffly told her to stand up. She wasn't sure she could and she felt her legs trembling as she tried. Finally she managed to stand, still bent over the bed and Nate's twitching cock firmly planted inside her, her ass sticking up in the air. She felt Nate's rough hands all over it as she began humping her again. But this time it didn't hurt so much. In fact, it kinda felt good. She could feel his long cock rubbing against her clit in this position, causing her to gasp unexpectantly. "Yeah, she likes that." Bryant sounded far away. 

Cassie began panting as Nate fucked her, she could feel herself beginning to come again. Her sounds of pleasure seemed to increase Nate's vigor as his thrusts became more and more urgent. In second Cassie was crying out, but not in pain. A third powerful orgasm surged through her. "Oh yeah…yeah….yeah…." She heard herself moaning as if it came from someone else. She barely registered Bryant's yells of approval or Nate's own moans of pleasure. Then she felt a sudden void inside her as Nate withdrew himself. As soon as he took his hands off Cassie her wracking limbs could support her no longer and she crumpled to the floor, one arm grabbing the bedpost for support. Her limp, sweaty body was half turned toward Nate and he loomed directly above her, pumping his cock furiously. Nate shuddered, holding his clenched fist at the end of his penis, squeezing the head. Drops of cum began to fall out of the slit and onto Cassie's upturned face. She closed her eyes reflexively, but was too weak to move out of the way as the drops continued to plop onto her flushed face. Soon Nate was finished and he let go of his wilting cock and fell onto the floor near Cassie. 

Now completely spent, Cassie felt as if she might faint at any moment. Even as Nate's cum was cooling on her face, she could barely stay conscious. She was dimly aware of the guys gathering their clothing, chuckling to one another as they dressed. Overcome with a mixture of relief, arousal, and exhaustion, Cassie couldn't hold her eyes open and she fell asleep as she leaned against her bed. She had a lot of explaining to do when her parents found her like that half an hour later. 



Cassie



I heard her distinctive engine note coming down the street: Cassie was home for the summer. 

This would quite likely be her last summer in her hometown, for she had one final year of college remaining. She was strongly considering grad school -- at least, that had been the plan when she had come home during Spring Break -- so perhaps she might be around next summer. 

I certainly hoped that she would be here for at least one more summer beyond this one. I had watched my young neighbor grow up from a shy pre-pubescent girl to a confident young woman. She was one of the better youngsters in the neighborhood: She never played loud music, she was always courteous to everyone, she did not dress like a streetwalker, and I do not recall having ever heard a foul word escape her lips. She was also quite serious about her studies, which was why I had a strong belief that she would continue on to grad school, although I secretly hoped -- somewhat selfishly -- that she would take a year or two off from studying before going on to grad school. 

The old Volkswagen Rabbit slowed, and I set my book on the coffee table to look out the window. The diesel engine was distinctive in its sound as she idled, waiting for a pair of pickups to pass so that she could turn into the driveway of the family home. 

With a fond smile, I watched as Cassie got out of the small silver car. Her parents were not home yet, so there was no one to greet her, but she did not seem to mind as she stood and stretched after the three-hour drive, her breasts straining beneath the orange shirt which had been tucked into her jeans. Then she looked across the street, toward my house. 

I do not believe she saw me, for I was sitting well away from the window, but she locked the car and headed toward the street. At first, I thought that she might be checking the mailbox, but she crossed the sidewalk and the asphalt, definitely heading toward my front door. I resumed reading, so that she could feel that she had surprised me. 

When the doorbell rang, I took my time in meandering to the front door, and when I opened it, Cassie's expressive eyes and heartwarming smile brightened what had already been a good day overall. The hug we shared was a long one indeed, for Cassie was almost as close to me as my wife had been before cancer had taken her from me. 

Over Oreos and milk, one of her favorite snacks since childhood, Cassie and I chatted about the two months since I had last seen her. We had traded quite a few e-mails during that time, but to learn about some of the same events with her sitting before me, to hear her voice instead of simply read her words, it made a significant difference. 

"So," I finally asked, only somewhat jokingly, "whose heart got broken because you had to come home for the summer?" 

Cassie gave me a shy smile as she took another sip of milk. "Okay, not my business to know. I understand." 

She set her glass down on the kitchen table. "Actually, no one's heart has been broken." 

"I see. You've always been really devoted to your studies, ever since I first met you over a decade ago when your family moved in across the street." 

She shrugged. Something in her body language told me that she was hesitant to say something, that there was something she was holding back. 

"I hope I haven't touched a nerve," I said softly and sincerely. 

Cassie shook her head, and a moment later finally looked me in the eyes again. There was an expression in her eyes which I had not seen in a long, long time, and it warmed my heart that such an expression was aimed at me. 

"Why me?" I asked, and she instantly knew what I meant, although she again visibly hesitated. 

"You've taught me a lot over the years," Cassie replied with a maturity well beyond her years. "Even more than my own parents, you've always looked out for me You've always been there for me. More than anyone else I've ever known, you've made me feel special, like I'm a princess. You've been a true mentor, a lighthouse guiding me when I went through some rather rough times a few years back. You have a wisdom born from experience, and I've always admired you for that." 

I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest as I digested her kind and honest words. "Well, it's true that I've seen and done a lot, and if any of my experiences can help me to help you live a better life, then I'm glad." 

She smiled. There was definitely something more she wanted to say, and I knew what it was, but clearly the difference in age prevented her from speaking. 

I left it at that, politely suggesting that she go unload the car before her parents returned from their respective offices. When we hugged on my front porch, I could feel her unspoken love surrounding me, and when I placed a soft kiss to her forehead, she looked up at me, her eyes even more expressive than usual. 

Cassie knew that I knew. It did not need to be said. 



Cassie



Valentine's Day, a crock of a holiday in Evan's mind, invented by the greeting card companies to make a quick buck during a slow time. A small part of him admired the genius in it, but mostly he loathed the idea of a holiday that by design messed with the emotional state of every man and woman in America.

"Well not every man," he thought to himself as he strolled to his local hang out. As in his opinion his emotions were not fussed today. Other than the fact that he was alone on his usual trek to watch the game this year, the holiday had affected him very little. In truth he and his single guy friends had seen the holiday come and go for several years now with little notice.

Sure, they had their little tradition of gathering to watch a game every year had started as a rebellion against the consumer driven holiday. After all, what better way to stick it to the absurd holiday, than watching sports on the 'most romantic day of the year?' It had begun that way, but in truth it was a reason to get together with old college friends they rarely saw.

Over the years though, the group had gotten smaller for various reasons. Fading friendships and pursuit of careers were the culprits of early departures. Lately, however their anti-holiday had fallen siege to the mood of the day. Yes, love had seeped in and dwindled their numbers, until the inevitable finally happened. Evan, the lone man standing, strolled into the local hangout to watch his yearly game on Valentine's Day.

He was not sure why he did it to be honest. Boredom, perhaps, or because it was his tradition and Evan was nothing if not loyal, both to his friends and his ideals, and this had once included both. 

Not that he was angry or felt betrayed by the absence of his friends. Quite the contrary, he was happy for them. He chuckled thinking of his best friend who had spent over a month obsessing over what to do today, because it would be his first with his girlfriend of several months. Evan would have felt sorry for him, if his friend was not so happy about it.

"No, they did this the right way, I'm happy for them," he thought to himself as he took a seat at an open table in view of the big screen TV in the place. The place was a mix of a sports bar and restaurant that on weekends turned into a club scene. It was practically dead tonight as apparently the sports bar/club mixture was not big for the happy couples. 

"The right way," he thought again and chuckled, what did that mean? Of course he knew the answer, as he knew the rules behind this tradition better than anyone. 'The right way' meant that his buddies were only not here because they had established girlfriends of at least a few months. They had not fallen prey to the pressure of the holiday and arranged some blind date, or asked a girl they barely knew out to avoid being single tonight. That rule was probably the other reason Evan was here tonight as that rule had been his idea.

He ordered his customary beer and burger from the waiter and focused his attention on the game he had come for. It was a good game and the time passed quickly. Every so often, mostly at breaks in the action, Evan would look around the room.

There were at least six or seven others in the place. Most noticeable was a quartet of attractive ladies in the corner drinking and chatting loudly. He smiled watching them over the course of the evening, pleased to see that it was not only single guys that could enjoy themselves on this accursed holiday. 

However, another woman sitting at the bar was not having the same luck. She was clearly distraught and it appeared the bartender was attempting to console her. It was single women like her that Evan felt truly sorry for on Valentine's Day. Sure, he felt for those guys who had girlfriends with expensive tastes and expectations too, but at least those guys got something out of the deal, most of the time anyway. No, it was the single women who bought into the hooplah of the holiday, only to find themselves alone, they were the real victims of the consumer holiday. The truth was they needed a man to make their night less than he needed a woman to make his, but society had brainwashed them otherwise so they suffered.

Evan felt sorry for the woman at the bar, but that's all he felt. A part of him reached out and wanted to go over and comfort her, ask her to join him. However, that was against his rules and what's more who said she needed him to save her tonight? 

No, she was beautiful, even in her distressed state he could see that, she would survive. Still, Evan found himself looking at her more as the night went on. She was medium height, but slightly tall for a woman he guessed due to her long shapely legs. She had long dark brown hair which fell loose to below her shoulder obscuring the red long sleeve shirt she wore with the pair of form fitting jeans that showed her legs off so well. Her breasts were above average, about a C cup if he were to take a guess. She had a pretty face and even better smile. He had found that out after giving her a quick polite smile when she had caught him looking during a break in the game.

However, their interaction was restricted to that smile exchange. Evan could not seem to bring himself to talk to her. Instead he convinced himself that the girl was too much trouble to bother with and continued watching the game.

The game got good near the end and he soon lost track of the woman sitting at the bar. As the game went to overtime he found she had gone and it was only himself, the bartender and the four ladies in the corner left. A part of him felt regret at not talking to the brunette, but he brushed it off like he always did and he headed for the bathroom to take care of business before the overtime period began. 

When he returned he found that the quartet in the corner was leaving. Whether due to the lateness of the hour, a judgment that they were too drunk, or the outside that they too had been watching the game and did not want to stay for overtime he did not know. He admired the four as they left. They ranged in attractiveness, the best being a tall blonde that could have easily been a model. He was amazed, given that they were all mildly attractive, that they were all single tonight. He also chided himself for not noticing all this earlier. Like the brunette he had admired all night, he had let them go without a word to any of them. 

Although, he had to admit if he had not wanted to mess with the lone brunette tonight, a pack of good looking girls was certainly out of the question. As a result he was not too upset at the missed opportunity.

As overtime started his attention was again drawn to his game. It was close until the end, but in the end he was pleased to find that his team won. It was as he went to celebrate that he noted that it was just him and a bartender he had not seen too often. As he was sure he would have remembered the attractive woman. She had a definite exotic quality he did not ordinarily find around here. She was of Mediterranean decent Greek, Italian, or something like that. Opening his mouth for the first time, outside of when he ordered food, he asked,

"So? How did you end up with the Valentine's Day shift?"

"Oh," she said not looking up from wiping the counter, "I always working Valentine's Day. It's one of my favorite days to work, such interesting interactions tonight." Evan smiled and said,

"I think you have the wrong kind of place for that stuff tonight. I mean I'd think the fancy restaurants would be big for that." The woman smiled still not looking up and said,

"Maybe for some, but I like it here. See at those restaurants you know what you're going to get, loving couples, nervous first dates, and awkward setups. Its too I don't know, in your face there. I mean if you like that stuff, and I know people that do believe me, but it's too easy. I like to see the raw magic of the night. It's rare, but if you witness it." She sighed, stopped wiping, and looked up at him, "It really makes you feel alive, you know?" Evan was confused and said,

"Not really, what kind of magic are you talking about?" The bartender smiled, giggled, and said,

"Why true love of course Evan. What other magic is there? To see a couple meant to be together meet for that first time," she shivered with joy and said, "There's no bigger rush, well not for me anyway." Evan was starting to get a bit concerned as not only was she acting weird, but how did she know his name. 

"I'll take your word for it." then after a pause, "Say how did you know my name?"

"I'm magic," she said mystically and Evan gaped at her. She burst out laughing and after calming down said, "You paid with a credit card Evan J. Grant." She then leaned in and whisper to him, "Bartender's secret, shhh don't tell anyone." Evan nodded chuckling and easing up a bit. She was strange indeed, but seemed harmless. As she went back to cleaning up she said, "Besides, you and your friends come in here every year to watch the game, and like I said I work Valentine's Day. Where are they tonight anyway, odd you're by yourself tonight?"

"Really? I never noticed that."

"Somehow that's not too surprising." The bartender said. Evan was taken aback at the comment and asked,

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked a little offended. She gave him a pitying look and he asked, "No, seriously what?"

"Okay, but you asked for it buddy. You barely noticed those four attractive women in the corner until they were leaving, you completely missed the red-head that stopped in for a drink during the second period, and worst of all you missed that adorable brunette sitting next to me all night..."

"Her I saw! I agree good looking, a bit off emotionally, but still." He stopped noting the bartender's impatient glare and she said,

"Wow! blind and rude, what an attractive combination! On second thought I think I she's better without you after all."

"With me? What are you talking about?" The bartender rolled he eyes,

"Oh come on, I saw that smile you gave her, so I know you felt something. Of course you were so into that game of yours that you missed the fact the she was throwing every come hither sign in the book at you." Evan was struck speechless at this he tried to respond, but finding nothing just sat there.

After a bit he rose and went to leave. He got half way to the door when he heard the bartender say,

"Just a minute buddy, I have one more thing you have continued to miss Evan." Without turning Evan said,

"And what makes you think I want to here it?" 

"Oh trust me you'll want to here this one. Now please just sit down." Evan was tempted to simply leave but something pulled him back. He had to know the last secret for some reason. So he returned to the bar and sat in front of the bartender who was pouring two shots. "Smart man." She said smiling as she put the bottle away.

"So what's the last l thing I missed?" Evan asked a little impatient.

"Oh, nothing much just the hot bartender, whose name is Cassie by the way the way, has been flirting with you for the past few minutes. Not to mention giving a great view of her tits and ass, as she cleaned up an already clean bar." She smiled at him leaned in, which as she had said, gave him a great view of her tits and said in a mock whisper, "Ah, Evan this is where you say, 'Cassie would you like to get out of here and come to my place tonight, because a hot girl like you should not be alone on Valentine's Day' Or something cheesy like that."

Evan a little overwhelmed by the sudden shift in the sexy woman's behavior said nothing and she sighed and said,

"Okay, I tried. I didn't want to have to do this, but you forced me Evan." She then proceeded to grab and drain both shots one after another. 

"There," Cassie said after she put the glasses under the bar, "I just drank two shots of hard liquor. As I weigh around 120 that puts me pretty close to DUI territory if I were to drive home right now which as it is closing time I will be going in a few. Not to mention it is snowing rather a lot out there. I know a responsible man such as you wouldn't make me risk the drive home in this weather, especially with the possibility I could lose my job." Upon hearing no response she added, "Evan? Pop quiz: If a hot girl wants to come home with you. She even gets herself drunk to not have to go to home, you say what?" She paused and said, "Evan I'll drink a third and get sloppy drunk and beg but something tells me you don't want the sloppy drunk girl who is begging on Valentine's Day. I'm literally throwing myself at you here this is really bad for girls self estemmmm." Her last word was cut off by Evan putting a hand over her mouth he then said,

"Cassie, I may be blind, oblivious, rude, and a little slow on the uptake at times, but I'm not stupid. So if you would zip it for a second I could answer." She nodded and he removed his hand from her mouth and said,

"Cassie, if you're finished here please get your coat, I insist you spend the night at my place. As I could not in good conscience send you home in this storm and in your condition." He took a breath and added, "Besides, I may not be much, but a lovely lady such as you should not be alone on Valentine's Day." She smiled, kissed him, and said,

"Thank you, I'd love to baby." She then got her coat from the back and closed up the place before they both bundled up a bit and headed out into the storm They huddled against each other as they fought the wind and snow.

When they reached Evan's apartment, they stripped of their wet clothes and shoes, and Cassie said,

"Not bad Evan." As she looked around the modest apartment then turned to him and hugged him close said, "Now baby, where were we? Ah yes I remember, right, about, here." She said moving in and kissing him. Evan was surprised at first but returned the kiss.

He gripped her tighter pulling her soft body against his especially enjoying the feel of her large breasts against his chest. He felt her tongue press against his lips and he opened them to give her access.

They kissed like that for a while enjoying the dance of their tongues as their hands moved over each other caressing and sometimes fondling. Cassie's hands found his ass first and in response he reached around and grabbed her left breast. When he squeezed it Cassie's squeal of delight was muffled by the kiss.

When the kiss finally broke Evan looked down to see pure lust in the brunette's dark eyes. She leaned in, and while loosening his belt, whispered to him,

"I'm going to make you feel so good baby." Evan felt his pants drop and before he knew it his boxers had joined them around his ankles. Cassie too dropped to her knees and soon had his now hard cock in her hand. 

"Also not bad baby," she said with a smile, referring to his dick, before she leaned in and began sucking it.

As soon as his shaft entered her mouth nothing existed for Evan, but the warmth of her mouth and the movement of her tongue. It was a good thing the couch was nearby for him to lean on because his knees almost gave out from the moment she started. 

How long she teased him with her tongue and sucked him he was not sure all he knew was the heavenly feeling as he got closer and closer to release. Some time later, he was not sure how long exactly, he felt the dam break and his whole body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him with each shot of cum he deposited in her mouth. When he was finished she swallowed it and rose asking,

"So what did you think baby, good?" 

He didn't answer he just grabbed her when his strength returned. Then kicking off his pants and underwear he grabbed her under her ass, lifted her up, and carried her to the kitchen counter. He then removed her pants and panties before lowering his face to her soaking wet pussy, her neatly trimmed dark hair glistening with moisture.

She moaned with delight as he licked and teased her swollen lips before parting them with his tongue. As his tongue worked it way around and in her pussy he felt her hand press against the back of his head. When he could tell he had her excited enough he began attacking her now very swollen clit. 

"Oh god baby! That feels so good! Lick my clit! That's it baby! Oh god DON'T STOP!!!" Evan gave the sensitive nub a slight suck and that pushed the sexy brunette over the edge she cried out and came. Evan drank and licked up most of it as Cassie rode her orgasm.

He stood to find her eyes still closed and leaned in to kiss her. He then stepped back and asked a little concerned,

"Cassie, you okay?" she opened her eyes and smiled wide,

"Never better baby, damn that was good! How you can do that and don't have a girlfriend is a mystery. You are going to make some woman extremely happy someday baby."

"So it was good?" he asked smiling.

"One of the best I've ever had, and believe me, that's saying something!" Then looking at her trembling hands she said, "God, I'm still shaking. Boy if you fuck half as well as you eat pussy this is going to be a hell of a night." 

Evan smiled and lifting her off the counter carried her to his bed saying,

"I guess we'll have to find that out eh?" Then after softly laying her on the bed he said, "Now after all that teasing back at the bar I gotta see those big tits of yours baby." Cassie smiled and said,

"Oh, of course as long as you promise to give them some attention they've been feeling left out thus far." She said removing her shirt leaving her only in her bra. She went to remove that, but paused saying, "Wait, you take off your shirt first baby." Evan quickly complied and Cassie immediately removed her bra revealing her DD tits. 

Evan leapt onto the bed and pushing Cassie onto her back he immediately attacked the fleshy mounds. He grabbed a handful of each and lowered his mouth to her right to suck the hard eraser size nipple. Cassie's tits were apparently a sensitive zone because not long after he began playing with her tits she began moaning and squirming in pleasure. 

Evan switched nipples sucking on her left and for a while he simply played with and sucked on her tits. It was not long before he had her on the way to another orgasm and in order to help her along his right hand slid down her flat stomach and between her legs to her tight pussy.

"OH GODDD!" she cried out spreading her legs to give him access while he sunk two fingers in the dripping hole. Not long after he heard her cry out in pleasure and felt her velvety walls clamp down on his finger as her cum flowed from her sweet pussy.

Evan sat up and just watched his beautiful companion shake in orgasm. She made for quite the arousing sight in that moment. Her long dark hair flared out behind her like a halo, her dark eyes wide open in pure pleasure. While she heaved for breath, her big tits rose and fell with each gasp. His admiration of her body continued down past her flat stomach and pussy to her amazingly shapely legs.

He lay on his side next to her and kissed her on the cheek before asking, 

"How are your tits feeling now baby, still feeling left out?" She gave no response except to roll over on top of him pushing him flat to the bed and said,

"No baby, it's my pussy that feels left out." She said reaching for his hard shaft lining it up with her wet pussy. "I want you in me so bad it hurts." Then without delay she lowered herself onto his shaft letting out a long moan as she did. 

When it was all the way in Cassie sat up and began riding him up and down. Evan reached out and gripped her wide hips to help her, before moving his hands around to grab her full, tight ass. She moaned in delight as he did. After a while she began to slow and Evan reached up and pulled her close to him before he rolled them both over so he was on top. He then increased his pace and Cassie's moans grew louder. Soon after she began playing with her own nipples as he fucked her hard. 




Cassie



Some time later Cassie began moaning,

"OHH GODDD, FUCK ME! COME ON BABY JUST LIKE THAT I'M ALMOST THERE!!!"

Then she screamed out and came the pressure on his shaft was enough to push Evan over the edge. His whole body shook as he shot his seed deep in her warm depths. When it was over they lay together cuddled in each others arms.

After awhile Cassie asked him,

"Evan, why didn't you talk to Carrie?" Evan was confused and said

"Who?"

"Carrie the brunette at the bar tonight, why didn't you talk to her? I know you wanted to." Evan thought it an odd question given the situation, but answered,

"Ah, well, I don't know she seemed like such a mess and I didn't want the drama I guess. I mean a girl that hot by herself on Valentine's Day, why?"

"Because he ex was a jerk and broke up with her on her birthday a few days ago."

"Wow! That is bad," then a pang of guilt hit him, "Then she tried to attract me over but I couldn't get out of the game and my own head long enough to accept the invite. She opened herself to me and I slammed the door didn't I?" Cassie nodded and Evan asked,

"I really blew it with a great girl tonight didn't I?" Cassie chuckled and said,

"Several actually, the four in the corner for example they were a doctor, an architect, a teacher, and a dentist and not a one snooty or fancy. Just four great down to earth girls, I think they even thought you were cute. Of course you missed the giggling discussion that broke out shortly after you walked in. Oh, and the red-head, a young local librarian having a night out alone because dating opportunities aren't great when you have to dress conservative all day and spend hours in a library. "

"Then there was the bartender who had to nearly knock her over the head to get me to take her home." Evan said smiling

"Yes, well, it was well worth the effort sir." She said kissing him before adding, "By the way you fuck better than you eat pussy, but it was a close race."

"Well thank you, but somehow I get the feeling I really missed out with Carrie. I mean those others would have made for fun stories, especially the librarian."

"Yes, and the blonde dentist would have been fun too, you know the one you thought was a model?" Evan was started to get an odd vibe about Cassie again. As if sensing this she said, "Oh come on Evan I saw you staring at her ass as she walked out don't tell me you didn't think she could be a model, but we digress."

"Yes, Carrie."

"Ah yes, another successful woman. A teacher, laid back, loves kids, wants a pair of her own in fact. Likes men who look like, well you. She's a Cubs fan, takes good care of herself and even likes to canoe and camp. Oh, and she's your type if I'm not mistaken. Yep she was a keeper that one. As a watcher of love I was rather disappointed by your lack of action on that one Evan, you really could have made something special tonight, and not just for yourself for her too. 

"You really need to be more open to love, just because it was commercialized today doesn't make the emotion behind it evil. After all you were happy enough for your friends finding it tonight were you not? Or is it deeper than a few stupid rules about a holiday. Are you afraid or feel you are unworthy of love?" 

Evan did not answer the conversation had gotten too deep now. Ordinarily he would have been furious at what she was saying, but for some reason this woman put him at ease and he found himself answering,

"I guess I am scared," he admitted, "But I don't really know why. I hide my fear behind stupid excuses- the game, the holiday, my rules, or when all that fails I convince myself she's crazy or I'm not good enough."

"Well trust me Evan, she wasn't and you are good enough. If you could just open yourself to love that is. Oh, and let the world in a bit, I must say you are an amazing guy once people get to know you."

"Really?"

"Yes of course, do you think I would have spent all this time on you if you weren't worth it?" 

It was then that the odd feeling Evan had all night made sense he realized what she really was and felt a little honored. It was clear now that she was an agent of love, what exactly he did not know, but he felt glad she had helped him see the truth. 

"I guess not." He said finally, in answer to her question then added, "I just really wish I had realized this sooner, like before Carrie had left the bar."

"Yes, a real shame that," She said then added, "But her loss is my gain, especially tonight, goodnight Evan." Evan was a bit alarmed at the abrupt end of the conversation but wished her goodnight and not long after fell asleep.

Evan awoke the next morning to find the bed empty when he got to the kitchen he found a letter on the counter.

Evan,

Thanks for the great night, you were fantastic. Sorry I have to run, but I have to be getting home. So much love to inspire and be inspired by, so little time. Speaking of which in this envelope is something for you that Carrie asked me to give you when you came to your senses. Smart girl that Carrie, knows what she wants, even if it is a bonehead. I have to agree with her though, you were worth taking a chance on. Like I said Evan, she's a keeper, take good care of her. Anyway thanks again for last night and remember to keep an eye out for love in the world and keep your heart open to receive it.

With Love,

C. Upidette

PS Next time I may not be around to bail you out, so please just go talk to the girl. That is if you need a next time... 

In the envelope was a napkin with the name Carrie Morris and a phone number written on it. Evan smiled thinking it was going to be a beautiful day, even if it was Monday.



Cassie



The Barnes & Noble on Union Square is always one of my favorite stops when in the city. Yes, it's a chain -- but it's in a magnificent five story structure with large south facing windows looking out over one of the more exciting and vibrant public spaces in New York -- at least in my opinion. The ceilings are incredibly high and the open floor plan and light filled space make it feel both private and urbane. 

But, for some reason, more often than not the UP escalators don't seem to be working, as they were not on my most recent visit. So as I climbed the ridged stainless steel treads two at a time, trying to turn escalator climbing into an aerobic exercise, I was slowed, suddenly, by the lovely swaying hips and denim clad ass of a magnificent female, ascending at a slower, and more reasonable, single riser pace. I slowed myself, gladly, and enjoyed the view as we neared the 4th floor.

From the rear she appeared to be in her twenties, with long flowing thick tresses of dark brown hair and a gorgeous bubble butt that tapered tightly above into a minute waist and below into a long pair of slender thighs. The short jacket she was wearing had to have been designed to keep her upper half warm while allowing the assets of her lower extremities to be on parade for the public to enjoy. And that is what I did. But it was her high heeled light brown leather boots that really caught my attention and brought the whole image into perspective. This was a body worth slowing down for. 

It was during the last few steps, as she leveled out and began to walk toward the stacks, that it hit me: I'd seen this ass before. And a jolt of adrenaline coursed through my body as her identity dawned on me, or so I thought. Was this Cassie? The tight movement of her ass as she walked; the thick long hair; the slender taut thighs - it had to be her. 

Cassie, short for Cassandra, was the youngest child of three and the only daughter of my old friend, Martin. While I had seen a lot less of Marty since my divorce and move to Hartford three years ago, we still kept in touch and saw one another on rare occasions. Back in the old days, though, our two families had been inseparable; so close that his kids called me "Uncle Teddy". Marty and his family had lived a few blocks from us in Tarrytown, and we had watched one another's children grow up from a very early age. I had seen Cassie gradually changing from a little tomboy, trying to keep up with her brothers and my son, to a striking teen. She'd become a real stunner as she'd reached the end of her high school years, and Marty had often commented on how her brothers' friends provided a never-ending source of boyfriend material.

I had only seen Cassie a few times since she'd gone off to college - Skidmore as I recalled - and each time I was increasingly struck by her slow maturation into an extremely beautiful young woman. While it had been well over a year since we had last crossed paths, I knew that she had moved to New York and was living and working in Manhattan. While the chances of running into her seemed remarkably slim, I had bumped into so many people I knew in New York over the years that nothing surprised me anymore. 

I began to think that maybe my imagination was running away from me. There were so many beautiful brunettes walking the streets of the city; it still seemed only remotely possible that I would really be running into Cassie under such circumstances. But my gaze was transfixed by the sway of her walk as this mystery gal turned a corner and headed down an aisle toward the rear of the store. I followed; doing my best to shadow her with nonchalance and benign interest. I still couldn't be sure it was her as her long hair hung loose and wild over her shoulders and partially hid her face. I decided to follow her; feeling a need to confirm my suspicions. She stopped after cruising down a narrow aisle and began to search the shelves, looking for something in particular. I pretended to do the same from a vantage point twenty or so feet away. It sure looked like her, but I just couldn't be sure, as I pretended to be scanning the shelves in earnest, while really trying to discern her true identity.

As she stood, lost in a thick book, I finally decided I needed to take a chance and confront her. I figured I would call out her name and if it was her, she'd turn quickly in response to her name. If it wasn't her she either wouldn't respond and I'd move along, or she would look up and I'd apologize for my mistaken identity. It was now or never and I called out her name, just loud enough so she might hear it.

"Cassie?" 

She turned immediately with a cautious look of surprise that immediately gave way to a look of delight and recognition.

"Uncle Teddy?" she gasped in complete surprise. "Oh my God. What are you doing here?" 

She opened her arms, book still in hand, and gave me a big hug. I inhaled her glorious scent and enjoyed the momentary closeness of her tight slender body. 

As she broke our hug she glanced at the department we were in and broke into her classic beautiful smile.

"And what brings you to the Female Sexuality department?"

I had paid no attention to what section we were in; I had just been following my nose and Cassie's fabulous ass. I grimaced and reddened as I looked at the aisle in which I found myself and grinned sheepishly as Cassie gave me a devilish smile. 

"It's one of my favorite subjects. I'm all for it," I replied with a shrug and a grin.

"I bet it is. I bet you are," Cassie replied.

"Honestly, I came up behind you walking up the escalator and thought I recognized your...." I paused as I realized I was just digging a deeper hole.

Cassie observed me with a bemused smile and crossed her arms as if waiting for a reply -- and it better be a good one. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and stared me down, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. 

"Your ass," I blurted out. 

In lieu of a clever ending to that statement, which I did not have at the moment, I figured the truth might be my ally. Cassie burst out laughing.

"Well, at least you're being honest, you dirty old man."

"Hey, I resemble that," I joked. "At least the old part. Seriously. I did just sort of recognize the whole of you, or thought I did, so I followed you blindly through the stacks to see if I could confirm my suspicions. Your hair was hanging down and I couldn't quite make out your face, so....I lingered."

She did have exquisite hair. It hung in long tangled brunette waves across her shoulders; longer than I last remembered, and had that "just fucked" look that seemed so natural, and sexy, on her. 

"Truth is, I never forget an ass," I continued, teasing and probing for a response. 

"Are you going to be able to crawl out of the hole you're digging? Because I'm not going to help you - just so you know," she said with a broad grin spread across her pretty face. 

It was time to change the subject and I began to inquire about her dad and family, as she did the same. Our conversation was animated over the next ten minutes; catching up on who was where and doing what. As we talked my mind was running on two parallel tracks: one was carrying on the conversation about mutual family and friends; the other was admiring and ogling the beauty standing before me.

Cassie had always been a lovely girl growing up; you could see that even as a pre-teen. Her big brown eyes and perfectly proportioned face promised for a bright and lovely future as she matured. She came from great genetic stock: her father, Marty, had hard chiseled looks and her mother was a lovely creature. Cassie had inherited the best of both and I kept thinking that at 25, she was in her prime. 

She could have walked off of a runway or out of a Victoria's Secret catalogue, but her demeanor spoke of a modest upbringing and a head that was screwed on straight. In some ways, her unaffected attitude made her all the more appealing and sexy. I could not take my eyes off of her beautiful face and sparkling dark eyes as we spoke.

"What brings you to town?" she finally asked.

"Well, I've got a trade show at the Javits tomorrow and came down a day early to do a little shopping and just hang out. I'm staying around the corner at the W."

After my divorce I had taken my lifelong hobby of photography and attempted to reinvent myself. Between photographing weddings, freelancing photo work, and doing some website design, I had fashioned out a basic, but very comfortable existence for myself. After years on the corporate ladder, I loved working for a living doing something I enjoyed. Though I knew Cassie was doing some sort of marketing work in the city, I never got a chance to ask. She looked at her watch as I was replying to her question and suddenly her eyes widened.

"Oh shit. I have to go! I need to be at yoga in ten minutes. I'm sorry," she apologized as she shifted her large handbag to the other shoulder, placed the book she'd been holding all this time back on the shelf, and prepared to bolt. 

"No problem," I replied; a little saddened to see her depart so quickly. "Are you studying yoga?"

"Actually, I'm teaching the class, so I can't be late. It's only two blocks away, though, so I'm okay."

"You don't exactly look dressed for yoga," I continued, wanting to end on a teasing note.

"I'll change when I get there. But you gotta look good on the commute, you know. You never know who you might run into. Or who might notice one of your attributes," she continued with a knowing smile. 

"Well, Cassie. It was wonderful to see you. Really. You look just....just great. I hope I didn't embarrass myself too much."

"Not at all, Teddy," she said affectionately. "It's always nice to be noticed by a mature and thoughtful gentleman."

"Well, I don't know about the mature, or the thoughtful part for that matter, but thank you. Your comment about a dirty old man may have been more accurate."

"I doubt it," she replied. 

She opened her arms to give me a hug and I reciprocated, wishing that moment might get frozen in time; feeling the firm flesh of her body under the several layers of clothing. As she turned to go instinct took over and I blurted out an invitation.

"Cassie, I know you have to go, but....listen. I'm having dinner alone tonight, around the corner at the Gramercy Tavern. That means I'm going to be sitting alone at a table for two and, well, it sure would be nice if you would join me and let me buy you dinner. And a nice bottle of wine," I continued. "I feel like we just started to catch up." 

I could see her pause for a moment; her mind whirring. I was concerned that my spur-of-the-moment invitation might appear shallow and transparent -- she had to have better things to do with her time than dine with me. But as the awkward hiatus passed, I felt like the evening might be coming together as a broad smile began to spread across her face.

"Ohhh, that's a nice place. You know how to live, Uncle Teddy. What time?"

"7:30," I replied hopefully.

I could see her calculating the time in her head and the bright shine of her eyes told me she was going to say yes.

"Well, that's a wonderful idea. Thank you. I think I'll have just enough time to go home, change and meet you there. Is that okay?"

"Absolutely," I replied, trying not to show the giddy joy I was feeling at that very moment; my heart pounding with excitement. "I'll save your seat. Better yet, I'll meet you at the bar."

"You'd better," she said over her shoulder as she sauntered away. God, her ass looked amazing in those jeans; such perfect movement and sway; that tight little twitch that I just love. As I stared after her, she turned her head just before climbing on the down escalator, looked at me, looked downward over her shoulder at her ass, and then back at me -- giving me a knowing smile and wagging her finger at me for shame. 

I'd been caught, but I didn't care. I waved and smiled back. 

I continued to wander the aisles of the bookstore, but my thoughts were on the events of the past fifteen minutes. What marvelous serendipity had brought Cassie and me to cross paths so unexpectedly? And why was the thought of taking this charming young lady, an old friend, to dinner causing my heart to pound in my chest with anticipation? I was having a hard time, honestly, separating the sweet innocent daughter of a dear old buddy from the hot vixen that had just wagged her finger at me. I had just asked the prom queen to the dance and she had said yes. 

Eventually I realized that my wanderings were completely aimless and descended back to West17th St. and headed south across the square. I figured I should put Cassie out of my mind for the time being and go through my afternoon as I would have had we not met. But as I wandered the Village, whiling away the late afternoon, I kept seeing her large brown eyes or dangerous smile creep into my mind's eye. One way or the other this was going to be a very interesting evening.

Back at the hotel I showered and shaved, then anguished over what to wear; not wanting to be too formal, but not wanting to under dress for such an occasion. I eventually opted for my favorite pair of jeans, a starched white button-down shirt and a black silk sport coat. The combo looked pretty good with my graying hair. I gave myself the once over, sprayed one shot of cologne on my neck and headed for the door.

I arrived at the restaurant a little before 7:30, hoping to find a perch at the bar and, perhaps, quell my nerves with a stiff drink. I was fifty years old, for Christ's sake. Why was I acting and feeling like a love struck teenager? I ordered a Bookers on the rocks and leaned against the bar to survey the crowd. It was still a bit early by Manhattan standards, but the place was filled and had a nice quiet sophisticated buzz. The first taste of bourbon went down smooth and easy and I felt a dull glow settle in. 

Cassie arrived just after 7:30 with a flourish. I watched from afar as she checked her coat, shook her hair, and turned to survey the bar, looking for a familiar face. She lit up as she found my smiling mug and strode in my direction. I kept my eyes on her, but my peripheral vision picked up swiveling heads of fellow male, and female, patrons as they followed her entrance, wondering toward whom she was headed. That would be moi. 

She was wearing a "little black dress" and strappy black high heels -- and had a vague resemblance to a million bucks. The dress had slender straps over her pale shoulders, a well-filled bodice, and fit tightly around her waist and exquisite ass, flaring to a loose swaying fit as it cascaded down her thighs to just above the knee. It looked to be expensive silk. Her mane flowed and bounced as she walked. I don't know that I had ever seen a lovelier sight. 

She brought her arms up for a hug as she approached and I reached around her waist to pull her in so as to reciprocate. My hands felt the taut flesh of her lean body under the silk, the gentle curve of her upper waist and the tight muscles of her lower back. 

"Why hello, Theodore," she crooned.

"Good evening, Cassandra. Glad you could make it, young lady," I replied.

She had an infectious giggle and our hands both lingered on one another just a moment longer than they really needed to. 

"I see you've already made friends with the bartender," she observed. 

"I have indeed. And you're welcome to join me or we can sit down and get something at the table."

She looked at the tight space available for her small frame and we looked at one another and agreed without speaking. I hailed the hostess who grabbed two menus and led us to a table for two. 

I have to say I felt proud following the flowing feline form that preceded me to the table. I'm not a slouch for my age: I take care of myself and have been blessed with genes and a workout ethic that keeps me trim and tight. My graying hair curls over my ears, a bit too long some might say, and some arrangement of facial hair is always evolving on my chin -- a stubbly chin strap being my accessory for this particular evening. And while most surveying our entrance might have assumed I was Cassie's father, I liked the notion that some might think otherwise. 

Her tight little ass moved seductively under the snug dress as we walked single file behind the hostess and the heels added an amazing allure to her long slender frame. We were seated by the window at a prime seat; one I doubt I would have been occupying if eating alone. We settled into our seats and our waitress asked if we'd like something to drink. Cassie asked about wines by the glass, but I interceded and opened the wine list. 

"I'd like some wine too, Cass, so why don't we get a bottle of something nice?"

"No argument from me," she replied. 

I chose a nice Brunello and the waitress went off to the cellar to find our libation. For the next hour Cassie and I were lost in conversation, both pleasant and probing. She had blossomed into a lovely young woman, as I've already stated, and her keen intelligence belied her gorgeous looks. What amazed me was how unaffected she seemed to be at the powers of her beauty. She'd always been that way, as long as I could remember. It was just refreshing to see that she had not become jaded or dramatically changed by her time in the big city. 

But what surprised me the most is that as we settled into a very comfortable repartee, I found myself being attracted to Cassie in a way I hadn't expected. The fact that I'd known her since she was a child suddenly slipped into the background. Her beauty, while unmistakable, was not what was holding my attention. I was being drawn in by her overall persona: her intelligence, her smile, her inquisitiveness, her engaging personality. She was the whole package, top to bottom (and what a wonderful bottom), and I was surprised, but also a little scared, at the pull and attraction I was feeling the longer we talked. 

As our meal wore on and the bottle of wine was buried, our conversation turned more personal. I found out that she'd recently broken up with a long time beau and was enjoying her time to explore and make new friends.

"He was a great guy," she explained. "But he was ready to settle down in the Jersey suburbs with 2.5 kids and a minivan. I just wasn't ready for that. I still have a lot of traveling to do and still more than a few wild oats to sow. So.....we broke up, and I haven't looked back. Best thing I've ever done, I must say."

As she talked I looked at her in the glow of alcohol and soft candlelight. The world around us, the restaurant and all its patrons and workers, faded into the background. All that existed right then was Cassie and me. Her flawless face was even more ethereal and beautiful in the soft light at our table. She was perfect.

"How about you, Teddy? What's been your scene since the divorce? No trouble attracting the ladies, I wouldn't think," Cassie opined.

"Well, it's been good. I haven't really been looking for anything serious. And I've found myself more attracted to younger women, I have to say. I've been quite surprised at the number of young ladies that really do appreciate an older guy. I've dated some ladies my age as well. But given my druthers....." I let the sentence drift off for her to take in whatever vein she wanted. 

"I can understand that. Completely. I'm here, aren't I?"

"Very," I replied. 

"You know, I've noticed a number people staring at us. They probably think you're my father. Isn't that hilarious?" Cassie laughed.

"Cassie, they are looking at you, not me. I assure you. And if they're wondering -- let them."

"Aww. Thank you. Well, I think it's kind of cool. And I've been out with a few older guys, so it really doesn't bother me. In fact, I think it's kind of exciting," she said, her eyes smiling over the rim of her glass as she took another sip. "Have you been out with many younger women since your divorce?"




Cassie



"It's run the gamut, actually. But they've all been younger than me. These days, that isn't hard to do. The pool keeps getting bigger every day," I joked. 

"Anyone as young as me?" she asked, obviously interested in this line of questioning.

"Actually, yes -- but only one. And it was a disaster."

"Ohhh, do tell," Cassie pressed on.

"Well, she was a very nice young lady, maybe a little older than you. But what drove me crazy was her fucking cell phone. She kept looking at it, and checking it, and she was sending a text when I came back from the bathroom at one point. It was a complete and utter turn-off, I have to tell you. And I should add that it's not unnoticed on my part that you have refrained from doing the same. I know it's a generational thing. But I think it's the most unsexy thing in the world and a slap in the face to the person you're with to boot."

"I didn't bring my phone, partly for that reason. I like to get away from it, honestly. And I know what you mean. But it goes both ways. There are some guys who are just as bad, maybe worse."

"Well, in any case, I thank you, Cassie. This is just a lovely evening." 

I raised my glass and we toasted as we smiled warmly at one another. I wondered if any patrons were looking at us at that moment. Our conversation drifted toward dating and who we'd been out with and with what repercussions. Cassie had some very funny stories and I had a few of my own. 

Every so often she would spread the fingers of both hands and weave them into her hair on either side of her head, brushing back her wild wonderful tresses, throwing them back over her shoulders. There was a flamboyant, but subtle, sexiness to this gesture that made my blood flow just a little faster. 

She was not shy on eye contact, and neither was I. We gazed into one another's eyes as we conversed and both of us were getting lost in the view. Every once in awhile my gaze would drift southward to admire Cassie's upper torso. Her breasts, while not large, were still very nicely proportioned to her slender frame, and a subtle cleavage was always in evidence. I could also make out the profile of her nipples straining the bodice of her stylish dress. 

"I can't believe I'm sitting here with you, Cassie. Not what I expected tonight, I can tell you."

"That makes two of us, Teddy. I was expecting to be dining on leftovers and seltzer. It is a Tuesday night after all."

"Well, this is a real treat and I'm so glad you're here. Thanks for agreeing to come," I said, stating the obvious. 

"I can't say I was expecting a fine dining experience with a handsome older gentleman. I'm the one who should be doing the thanking," she replied. 

We declined dessert when asked, but I suggested an after dinner drink to Cassie and she agreed.

"Let's share a glass of something," she suggested.

I ordered a nice tawny port and we took turns sipping. At one point our fingers met as we both reached for the stem, and I felt the electric shock bolt through my nervous system. We looked in each other's eyes and smiled.

"You know, I would have sprung for two glasses."

"I know," she replied sweetly, "but it's kind of fun to share the same glass." 

She took another sip and looked at me over the rim of the glass. Those big brown eyes were so intoxicating in the flicker of the candlelight. I paid the check and followed Cassie back through the restaurant to the exit.

We soon found ourselves out on the street, wandering down Park Avenue South. The cold brisk March air felt good after the toasty surround of a crowded restaurant. The buzz of diners and busboys gave way to the honking of taxis and the cacophony of big city life. I offered Cassie my elbow for support.

"Cassie, I don't want you to go sprawling across a side street here. Those heels, as good as they look on you, are not boots made for walking." 

The source of my Nancy Sinatra reference probably went over Cassie's head, but my intention did not. She grasped by arm tightly and pressed up against me as we walked south. "Isn't that your hotel?" Cassie asked as we walked by the W. "You can peel off, if you like. I'm perfectly fine."

"I hadn't planned on peelage occurring -- unless you're trying to get rid of me. To let a damsel as fine looking as you wander the streets of this dark city would seem a tragedy. I am fully intending to walk you home, wherever that is, and I will not take no for an answer."

"Well, thank you, then," she said as she gripped my upper arm a little tighter, leaning on me for support. "I'm still a few blocks away -- in the East Village."

"I think I can handle that. But I'm enjoying walking so close to you, so if you want to take the long way home, I'm okay with that too. We could hit Jersey on the way," I offered.

"No." she said with a grin. "These shoes will have seen enough use for one night. I'm looking forward to taking them off soon."

If there is more romantic thing than walking the streets of New York with a beautiful lady on your arm, then I don't know what it is. But this evening was a treat in so many ways -- and a part of me was hoping madly that it wasn't over yet. We arrived at her four floor walkup on East 12th and she turned to me. I waited expectantly -- for what, I didn't know. She slid her hand down my arm to take my hand into hers.

"I know you have to get up early tomorrow, but it's not that late, really. Could I pay you back with a night cap?" she said in a low sultry voice, looking with what, I liked to think, was a pleading look. I stroked my chin as if deep in thought; pondering weighty thoughts.

"Hmmmm. Do you have something stronger than seltzer?"

"I think that can be arranged," she said with a sexy smile.

I rubbed my chin some more, a furrowed brow expressing the depth of my contemplations. Cassie hauled off and whacked my arm.

"You are rude," she exclaimed, her face glowing. "You better decide soon or I'm going to retract the offer."

I sighed loudly. 

"Well, if you insist," I said, conceding reluctantly. "Besides, I should see you to your immediate door with those impossible heels. I couldn't bear the thought of you keeling over and bouncing down four flights of stairs."

She opened the door and we began our ascent. I followed her much the way I had that afternoon -- admiring the curve and sway of her ass, sliding just below the thin black silk of her dress.

"What? No escalator?"

"No, we have one. It's just not working," she joked. "And besides, this is a test. Guys who can't make it up the stairs are not welcome. I like guys who can keep up with me."

I wasn't sure if the double meaning was intended or not, but I made sure I matched her step for step. She moved pretty nimbly for someone in spiked heels on a steep stair. We arrived at her studio, she fumbled with the locks and opened the door. We stepped inside and she flicked on the lights.

"Would you like a tour?" she asked in a joking manner.

It was a one room studio apartment, with a queen bed toward the front and a small living area with a sofa and two chairs to the rear. A small alcove off to the right housed a kitchenette, and the one other door in the room led to what I presumed was the bathroom. Two windows on the far wall opened onto a view I could not see, but guessed was brick walls in an alley. 

She took me by the elbow and led me to the center of the room.

"Now turn around slowly," she instructed. I did as I was told.

"What do you think?" she asked brightly.

"Marvelous," I replied. "New York post-grad-school chic at its finest."

"Why thank you. Now why don't you take a seat in the parlor while I repair to the kitchen quarters and fetch us the night cap I promised?" I watched her as I sat down in one of the armless wooden chairs. A low glass and wrought iron coffee table sat between me and the sofa and it was covered with books and magazines. I glanced over at Cassie as she busied herself, pulling down a few glasses. I heard the glug of wine being poured and watched as she returned with a glass in each hand.

She handed me one and then sat down on the sofa, her dress riding high up her thighs as she did. She leaned her long legs to the side and reached down to unstrap her heels. There is something about watching a woman put on, or take off, a high heel, especially one with straps, that gets me every time. I watched with impunity, not caring if she felt the visual intrusion or not. She took off one, then the other, rubbed her feet briefly and then retrieved her glass; holding it up for a toast.

"To serendipity," she stated.

"Amen," I replied, and took a swig. 

She jumped up and lit some candles, turned off a few, not all, the lights -- then turned on some music. Soft jazz began to drift through the high ceilinged space and suddenly the lighting, music and wine transformed the tiny studio into a very comfortable space.

Cassie leaned back against the back of the sofa and crossed her legs. The hem of the dress had slid way up her legs by this time, and she made no gesture to pull it down. She wasn't being immodest, but she certainly seemed to feel comfortable showing off the smooth skin of her very slender thighs. I admired her form over the rim of my glass as I took another sip. I felt an overwhelming urge to touch her; to feel her skin.

"It's so nice -- and so unexpected -- to have you here, Uncle Teddy. I wonder what our families would say if they saw us sitting here in my little apartment?"

"Oh, I don't know. We're just sitting here, enjoying some wine. listening to music It's not like we've done anything."

"Yet," she added. Her word hung in the air for a moment. She eyed me carefully as she raised her glass and took another sip of wine. As she did so, she uncrossed her legs and then casually brought them up to rest on her coffee table. 

"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to put your feet on the table," I inquired.

"Yes. But this is my place, so I make the rules. And I like being comfortable here."

The tone of her voice had taken on the slightest edge. I could feel her eyes on me -- and she could probably see mine on her, or on her legs, to be exact. Her shoeless long limbs were now cast directly in front of me, and the black fabric of her dress had risen to a point where it barely covered her. Both of her thighs were completely exposed, and the silk hem of her dress nestled down slightly at the northern apex of her legs, forming a dark triangle where my eyes now rested. 

Without realizing it I had begun to thicken in my jeans, and now an old friend had come to visit and he was forming a generous bulge in my denim crotch. And as I shifted my eyes up to Cassie's, I could see that she had discovered my predicament and was wearing a bemused smile on her pretty face. 

I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable. What was I doing here? This was my friend's daughter, I was leering at and I was now getting visibly excited in her presence. I fidgeted slightly and moved my thighs, trying to relieve the pressure that was building between my legs. It was a not too subtle move.

"Geez, Cassie. Maybe I should, aah, like, I should go," I said, not sure exactly what I was trying to say or communicate. I needed some sign from her. I needed to make sure I wasn't crossing some invisible line.

"Well, Teddy," she said so softly I could barely hear her. "You could go -- out the door and back to your hotel. Or," she paused and put one of her long legs back down on the floor, the other still on table. "Or, you could just go down on me." She pulled her leg on the table up so her knee was in the air -- and now her dress rose up completely and the slender black triangular slice of what looked like a black thong came into view. I was transfixed -- and speechless -- and now very, very hard. 

"Holy fuck," was the only thing that came out of my mouth. Eloquence was escaping me under the circumstances. But she saw my eyes locked on the moist darkness at the apex of her legs and knew she had me hooked -- and good. Cassie spread her legs a little wider and began to run her hands along her thighs, grazing her fingertips along her smooth skin. I was in awe at the sight and I could see her eyeing the thickened bulge in my jeans through lowered lids. I thought I heard the slightest moan come from the sofa. 

"Teddy," Cassie said in a low sultry voice, just above a whisper. "There are three things you should know about me. First, I am really attracted to you. I always have been, but tonight sealed the deal. I want you, Teddy, and judging from that lovely bulge in your jeans, the feeling is mutual. Second, I am horny as hell tonight, not unusual for me, but more so than usual. If you stay you may find out what that means. And third, I love cock. I love it, Teddy," she said in a seething whisper. "Cock," she repeated, enunciating so it sounded like a dirty, filthy two syllable word. 

As she spoke she began to undulate her hips and placed her hands on her upper thighs to frame the thin black triangle of silk covering her sex. 

"Do you want to see me, Uncle Teddy?" she asked, knowing the answer full well. "May I show you?"

"Mmhmm," I grunted, now lowered to animalistic urges of the most basic kind and well beyond replying with actual words. .

"Take your cock out first, Teddy. You look so uncomfortable. Give it some air," she crooned. 

The jeans I was wearing were too tight to just unzip and unfurl. I stood up, placed my sport coat on the back of my chair and unbuckled my belt. I did this slowly, watching her watching me; her fingers now pressing the silk of her thong deep into her barely hidden groove. 

I was at full erection and felt like I was ready to burst out of my jeans. I unzipped carefully and the thin black material of my boxers bulged through the zipper. I heard Cassie moan slightly under her breath and rub her thong-clad clit. Rather than bending over to lower my trou, I clasped my thumbs in the waistline of my jeans and boxers and pushed them straight down to mid-thigh. My erection burst onto the scene rather ceremoniously, like the life of the party arriving to everyone's delight. It stood out firm and proud, sticking straight out through the tails of my white cotton shirt. 

"Oh my God, Teddy. I had no idea," Cassie cooed with joy. "Oh, baby, we're all gonna have some fun."

I sat down to do the unceremonious part of disrobing: shoes, socks, jeans, boxers. I unbuttoned my shirt, but left it on. When finished I sat back against the wooden chair, legs spread, cock at full mast, bobbing slightly, balls tucked up as one with the long rigid shaft. 

"Well, since we're trading secrets, let me show you mine," Cassie continued.

She reached across, hooked her fingers under the edge of her thong and pulled it out and to the side, exposing her pussy. I gaped -- there is no better way to put it -- at the sight before me. She lifted her ass up off the edge of the sofa a little to give me a full straight on view of one of the loveliest pussies I had ever laid my eyes on.

She looked like she'd been recently waxed; the skin of her vagina was smooth and sleek. Her legs were still close enough together that her labia framed the inner lips with two long rolls of hairless soft flesh. The furls of her inner labia peeked through as two slender ridges of delicate skin, just coming out from their darkened lair. 

Then she reached down with one hand, her fore and middle finger in an inverted vee, and she spread her lips apart while looking deep into my eyes. She saw them widen, no doubt. Her inner lips unfurled in a perfectly symmetrical display, and the deep wet pink gash of her core was exposed to me for the first time. At the apex of her pinkness was the tiny erect orb of her clit, uncloaked from its hood and peeking out shyly from the tender surrounding tissue; shining with excitement and expectation. 

"Oh, Cassie," was all I was able to mutter. 

I hadn't even realized my hand had wandered down to my own sex and was stroking to the sight of this lovely unveiling. And just as we were each sinking into a comfortable reverie and graphic mutual show, Cassie's cell phone rang. I hadn't noticed it before, but it was on the sofa next to her. I didn't expect her to answer it given our conversation earlier in the evening. But when she glanced at it and saw the caller ID her eyes got wide.

"Oh shit. It's my Dad. I forgot he was going to call tonight."

She picked up her phone and flicked in open.

"Daddy. Hi."

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I had been so turned on that it took a few minutes for my raging erection to subside. But I stayed in the chair, squirming, as Cassie talked to her father and my excitement slowly ebbed and hung heavily between my thighs.

Marty and his wife, Carol, were heading into the city for the weekend and they were calling to make final arrangements. But while I was flagging and uneasy, Cassie continued to play with her pussy; smiling at me all the while as she talked to her father in the most natural voice; her legs splayed wide. I was amazed. 

"Oh, you'll never guess who I ran into today," Cassie continued. "Uncle Teddy. Right in Barnes & Noble."

I could hear the scratchy voice of Marty asking questions on the other end and Cassie responding -- saying what a surprise it had been to run into me and how good I looked. If Marty had ever realized I had been sitting naked and fully erect in front of his daughter when he called, and that she was at that very moment playing with her pussy for my carnal pleasure, he probably would have grabbed a shotgun and blown my head off. I was suddenly feeling like maybe I should go when Cassie said goodnight to her father and snapped the phone shut. 

"Now," she said standing. "Where were we?"

She stood before me running her hands slowly over her body, watching my reaction with lusty eyes. She reached behind and undid her zipper, then turned her back to me and took her time lowering the thin straps off her delicate shoulders. Then, in one motion, she let the dress fall to the floor in a tiny black heap. She was still facing away, but reached behind to cup her buttocks, lifting them slightly and letting them fall back in place with a tight fleshy jiggle. Then she turned. 

I could not stop staring at her lovely shape and beautiful face. She was now wearing only the tiniest thong and seemed to feel quite comfortable in her current state of undress. The thin straps of the thong wrapped over and across the curves of her hips and ass and accentuated the graceful lines of her exquisite form. Her breasts were nice B cups with lovely upturned nipples standing at attention; pale in color, with small areolas. They bounced tightly against her rib cage as she moved. Her body was glorious -- slender, curvy, and very sensuous. 

"Oh no! What happened to the boy?" she said sadly, eyeing my flagging manhood. "He'd been so alert a few minutes ago." I still sat with my legs slightly spread. My cock hung from the root, arching in a heavy cantilevered curve; dangling in that no man's land between flaccid and erect.

She came around the coffee table to kneel in front of me, pushing my knees further apart and hunkering down on her own. She opened her mouth, stuck her tongue out, and lifted the head of my dangling cock; cradling the head in the curve of her tongue. She was looking up at me with devilish eyes as her tongue stimulated that wonderful spot on the under ridge just below the head. She didn't use her hands, placing one on each thigh, as she opened her mouth and slowly enveloped the first few inches. The blood that had vacated my groin came roaring back, and in less than a minute Cassie brought my cock back from the dead, until it was standing straight and proud, thick with anticipation. She let it slide out of her mouth with a wet popping sound. 

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That's more like it."




Cassie



As my erection strained skyward, Cassie leaned down to lick and suck my balls. Freshly shaved from my late afternoon shower, she appeared to love taking one, then the other, into her mouth with soft slow precision. I reached down to touch her head and weave my fingers into her lush tresses as she licked her way up my length. I felt like a human popsicle as her tongue swirled, leaving my dick glistening with her saliva. Once she had me rock hard again, she stood, crawled onto her coffee table and bent forward, her ass in the air and only a few feet from my hungry eyes. 

The sight of her round curvy ass, arched skyward, legs spread, had me aching to touch her. It couldn't have been comfortable for her on the hard glass table, but there was something dramatic and amazingly sexy to see her in a flagrantly sexual position on such an everyday piece of furniture. I now enjoyed the view of her lovely pussy from a completely different angle. She reached behind and used her hands to spread her cheeks, opening up the tight starfish of her anus and the glorious wet gash of her juicy cunt. She separated her labia and formed a beautiful gaping groove of pink flesh -- showcasing the womanly entrance to her sex. I wanted her.

"What a time to not have my camera with me," I complained.

"Ooohhh. I would have liked that," she cooed. "Next time."

"You like showing off your body, don't you, Cassie," I said -- a statement more than a question.

"Yes, I do. Especially for you, Teddy."

She pulled her right hand underneath and between her legs and used her fingers to massage her labia. After a few passes along the length of her swollen slit, she took her middle and ring fingers and joined and curled them to curve into her depths. As she probed her sex I could hear the sweet sticky wetness of her excitement. Watching her fingers disappear into her body, followed by a glistening retraction, only to re-enter and move around deep inside was as vivid a sexual vision as I could ever remember seeing.

"God, Cassie. You're so lovely."

At that point she pushed her fingers all the way in, pressing her palm against her mons as she moaned softly and ground her ass in a circular motion for my viewing pleasure. It was all so over the top I could barely contain myself. I needed this woman. At the same time as I reached out to touch her, she turned around and rearranged herself to sit on the edge of the glass table, facing me.

She leaned back on both elbows, lifted her legs in the air, and brought her feet together to caress my rock hard cock. I looked down to watch her beautifully pedicured feet gently glide up and down my erection; her lovely toes curled to lightly grab the thin outer layer of skin and slide it up and down my shaft. After a few expert strokes she placed her feet back on the floor, legs still slightly spread; the puffy ridge of her labia forming an invitation for me to touch and explore. It was impossible to resist.

"So, Teddy. You don't look like you're going back to the hotel quite yet. I can only assume that means that you're planning on going someplace else," she said quietly, leaning back on her left elbow as her right hand, once again, moved slowly over the smooth hairless skin of her groin. She spread her legs wider and her vulva open and unfurled like a beautiful spring flower.

"I'm headed that way," I replied; as I knelt down to view her up close and personal. As I closed in on the wonderful space between her spread thighs, she lifted her slender legs up and draped them over my shoulders. I paused to admire the close-up view and decided to take my time in my approach. I leaned in and swept my nose between her open legs. The Brunello we had shared earlier in the evening had opened up nicely as we drank it. But its nose had nothing on the sweet scent that drifted into my nostrils as I breathed in deeply and let Cassie's intoxicating aroma wash over me. 

I studied her beautiful cunt, her slender lips splayed open and ready for me to explore. I nudged closer and blew softly on the delicate ridges of her labia; eliciting a soft groan. Then, as we both kept still, the very tip of my tongue came forward to meet the distended nub of her tiny, but very exposed clitoris. Time seemed to freeze as I circled her sex; feeling her hips lift slightly to meet my mouth. I felt her body jerk ever so slightly, her breathing rushed, as she responded to the lightest stimulation.

Cassie appeared to be the type of woman whose body is highly sensitized. Even the slightest touch from my tongue and lips seemed to elicit movements in her body and sounds from deep in her throat that indicated a growing arousal. As I began to explore the tangy wet skin of her pussy, I looked up to see her watching me; a look of burning lust on her face. 

I flattened my tongue and began to envelope her clit, shifting my tongue back and forth and beginning to pull the succulent flesh of her swollen labia into my mouth. I moved down low and stuck my tongue out and in; delving deep into the tight warm cavity; licking and sucking up her voluminous juices. I lapped her up, glorying in the sweet pungent taste of her copious secretions. I moaned as I ate her and could tell that the vocal vibrations added to her heightened state of arousal. The juicy wet sounds of my mouth on her dripping pussy added to the bounty of sensual overload we were both basking in. Her constant moans and vocal exhortations told me she was loving this. 

Only an hour or so earlier we had been having a civil conversation in a tony restaurant; now my tongue was buried deep inside her most private place. Cassie's hips gyrated and lifted to meet my mouth. Then, as I pulled back to once more concentrate on her clit, I slowly slid the first digit of my middle finger into her snug vagina. Its initial presence brought another moan to her lips, so I slid it in deeper to gauge her reaction to the manual intrusion. I was amazed how snug her pussy clenched around my middle finger and knew that when we finally got around to fucking, it was going to be a very, very tight fit.

I could tell Cassie was ready for some serious cunnilingus, as her staccato breathing and constantly moving hips indicated the level of her arousal. So as she wove her hands into my hair and dug her heels into my back, I began to eat her glorious cunt with focused concentration. By now I had two fingers facing up and deep in her hole, hooked to the front, rhythmically massaging the soft spongy flesh of her g-spot as my tongue danced wildly over her clit and my lips kept descending unexpectedly to suck her lips into my mouth. There was a thumping world beat playing in the background now, and I countered by keeping a steady manual rhythm in tempo with the music against a wild and staggered oral assault on her juicy pink cunt. 

She lifted her hips off the edge of the table and suddenly her body was arched in the air; her shoulders firmly on the table and her heels digging into my back. This left her hips free to move and gyrate against my hand and mouth. I could tell she was digging this big time; but I could also tell that this steady rhythmic manual and oral approach was bringing her rapidly toward orgasm. I focused my concentration, not that that was hard to do, and tried to act and react to all the physical and vocal signals she was sending. 

"Ohh. Ohh. Ohh. Ohhhhh. Teddyyy. Oh fuck. Ohh. Ohh......" she moaned with increasing intensity; her body stiffened and totally suspended so she could grind her wide open vulva into my face. I knew not to let up on a good thing and as her moaning increased and became loud and insistent, I double-downed my effort and slipped into the perfect groove -- fingers in sync with the music, tongue in sync with her inner rhythm -- waiting for her to explode all over my face and hand. And she did. With her hands gripping my head and her head thrown back, she came with a loud guttural scream. An involuntary spasm shook through her entire body as she convulsed with pleasure. My face was soaked. 

As her breathing subsided and I felt her body slowly lose its complete rigidity, I backed away from her; pulling my mouth off the drenched remains and retracting my fingers from a place I hoped I would revisit again soon. .

"Oh, Teddy. Oh my. That was amazing - absolutely amazing. Thank you," she gushed as I licked my lips and enjoyed her aftertaste. 

I gazed down at the swollen pink gash of her sex, glistening in the soft light, knowing that there was more to explore before the night was over. She sat up straight and I rose up on my knees to kiss her. She seemed to be turned on by the taste of her own liquids and our tongues swirled inside each other's mouth. I was still rock hard and needed to seek a release of my own. Cassie sensed this and directed me back to my chair. 

While straight back wood chairs are not the most comfortable seating available, they can serve themselves well in certain circumstances. This was going to be one of those times. I scooted my butt down in the chair slightly and Cassie stood before me. She put her hands on the back of the chair and leaned into me so I could kiss and touch her body. Her breasts were wonderful and very sensitive as my mouth engulfed her nipples and sucked softly; tongue twirling circles around her areola and spiraling in toward her hard stiff nipples. My hands slipped up her rib cage and cupped her soft flesh. Her skin felt like warm silk and my hands returned to gently gliding over her back, her hips, her ass, her legs. She leaned back so I could take all of her in. 

"God, you're beautiful, Cassie. So beautiful."

She smiled and said thank you. I felt her place a hand on each thigh as she began to lower her head toward my groin. The long tendrils of her thick wild hair brushed lightly over the vertical pole of my cock. And then with my hands resting on her head, she again took my cock in her mouth. She descended an inch quickly, then pulled back slowly until only her tongue rested on the bulbous head. She descended again, this time taking in two inches, and again retracted in slow steps back to the head. She repeated this several times, going deeper and deeper, until I felt the tip of my cock press against the back of her throat. 

I shouldn't have, but I grabbed her hair in a fist and pressed her head down; not to make her take me any deeper, but to keep her there for a few glorious seconds. The feel of most of my thick cock filling up her mouth and stretching her lovely lips was amazing. Suddenly her gag reflex took hold and I felt her cough and pull up quickly, leaving a thick trail of sputum coating my veiny shaft. 

"Oh my God, Cassie. You are amazing, girl," I exclaimed. 

Without saying a word she repositioned herself, straddling my thighs and kissing me in the process. She stretched up on her tippy toes, steadied herself with one hand on the back of the chair and reached down with the other to guide my cock toward her sex. I felt her rub the head several times over her fully engorged clit, then nestle it into that slight indentation that any man knows is the entrance to Nirvana. As she let go of my shaft, she wrapped her arms around my neck and let gravity take over. As I suspected she had to take it slow, we both did, and I let her control the depth and movement as, inch by inch, her tight young pussy descended over the steely stiffness of my erection.

"Oh Teddy," Cassie exclaimed, catching her breath as her body slowly yielded and let me enter. We were face to face, eye to eye, our open mouths found one another, barely separated, as our tongues met and probed in the middle. Finally, after a long slow descent, I was completely ensconced in Cassie. I was all the way in and neither of us moved for a minute, just basking in the feeling of being totally conjoined. 

And then Cassie began to rock. Her feet were off the floor and I was supporting her weight on my lap -- and on my cock. And with her arms wrapped around my shoulders for leverage, Cassie began to move back and forth in a deep grinding motion. There was a part of me that wanted to take control and give her the fucking of her life. But I knew that time was coming and I should enjoy the moment. For now I wanted her to get comfortable with my size, so I let her control the movement and tempo. I placed my hands on her ass to aid with and reinforce her movement. 

This position seemed to allow her to grind her clit against the root of my shaft and I could both feel and hear her juices seeping out to lubricate our movements. Then each of her feet found the side rail of the chair and this gave her the ability to pull her body up again. I felt her tight pussy glide up my meaty shaft, only to plummet down again until our pelvises crashed together. She rose up and dropped to impale herself once again. I got the impression that she might have used this particular chair before. 

By now she had comfortably accommodated my length and thickness and she began to ride me for all she was worth. Up and down she rode, her moist snug pussy sliding up and down my rigid flesh. She clutched my shoulders tightly for support and was working extremely hard. While I enjoyed her effort and loved the feel of her cunt impaled on me, I finally needed to reverse roles. It wasn't fair that she was doing all the work.

I reached my arms down under her thighs and lifted up. She wasn't all that heavy, so I felt confident that I could stand with her in my arms. I rocked back and stood up in one swift motion, carrying her with me, my cock still firmly entrenched in her depths. My elbows and her knees locked together, and she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. Then I leaned back just a bit and thrust my hips forward, pushing her several inches up my cock before gravity brought her crashing back down again. A standing fuck is not the most comfortable position in the world, but for a minute or two it was incredible, as she hung on for dear life, snagged on my cock. I pressed her against the wall and pounded into her for a few seconds, before realizing it was time to move on -- time for the bed.

I let her down easily, my cock slipping out of her hotness, and pushed her gently onto the bed. 

"Get on all fours, Cass," I directed. 

She did as she was told and with her knees on the edge of the bed, she bent over so her head was on the comforter and her exquisite ass was in the air once again. I was so ready to fuck her, but needed one more taste of her smooth juicy cunt before I proceeded.

I leaned down and licked her pussy with long strokes of my tongue. Then arousal overcame me and I spread her ass cheeks and dipped my tongue into her anus -- deep. She was not expecting this and I could feel her jerk with surprise. And as I tongued her ass with wild abandon, my thumb began to work her clit from below. I could tell the effect this was having on her, so I added another hand into the mix. Now my left hand was twiddling her clit, two fingers from my right hand were probing the tight juicy cavern of her cunt, and my tongue was diving deeper and deeper into her ass. She was wriggling and moving uncontrollably.

"Oh, Ted. Oh my God. Uncle Teddy!"

I loved when she called me that. Her pussy was so ready for cock and I had one for her, ready to explode. I retreated from my oral and digital assault and positioned myself standing right behind her. I held her hips and guided her backwards until she felt the head of my cock stiffly making his presence known. She reached back between her legs to grab me, desperate to pull me into her horny hole. I felt the head of my cock engage and slide in, uncontested. 

Within a few strokes I was buried to the hilt; her snug young pussy feeling so tight around the steely thickness embedded deep inside her. I began to fuck her, thrusting into her from behind and pulling her hips back against mine in a synchronized effort. I could tell this position had me as deep as it was possible to go and as my hips slammed against her ass, the sound of the flesh of our bodies slapping against each other loudly pervaded the room, mixed with a mutual chorus of moans and heavy breathing. I was so deep inside her precious cunt. 

I wasn't ready to come yet and would have if I hadn't pushed her down into a new position. She was now face down, tummy down, on the bed. I positioned my knees between her slightly parted legs and lifted her hips so her incredibly lovely ass was projecting above; my cock still buried deep inside her. I pushed forward to support myself on my arms, and continued to slam my cock into her with long deep strokes, eliciting a constant erotic chatter from her. 

"Oh God, Teddy. Ohhhh, God. Fuck me, Teddy! Fuck me deep, baby."

I obliged, then leaned forward to whisper in her ear as I continued fucking her, my hips slapping against her tight little bubble of a butt.

"You like getting fucked, don't you Cassie?"

"Mmhmm," she said in a muffled reply, her face buried in the covers.

"You like a big fat cock buried deep in your tight pussy, don't you?"

"Mmhmm," she replied again. "Awww fuck!" she yelled loudly as I roared back and slammed my cock home one more time. I was loving this; she was too. But I wanted to see that lovely face in ecstasy. I needed to look into her eyes, and have her look at me, as we fucked. So I withdrew, grabbed her hips and flipped her over. She complied readily. 

I was ready to fuck her again, but needed a little lick to show she was ready. I climbed up over her body, straddled her shoulders and fed her my dick.

"Do you need this cock, little Cassie?" I asked.

"Oh God, yes," she hissed as she grabbed the base of my shaft and took me deep into her mouth, sucking me for all she was worth, so hungry for cock. 

"You want that big cock back in your tight little pussy, Cassie?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"Mmffhmmff," she replied, her mouth full of dick. 

I pulled out, hooked my arms under her legs and pulled her up into the middle of the bed. I was so turned on, as was she, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I was ready to fuck her and fill her with cum.

She spread her legs wide and reached for my cock, anxious to have me inside her again; needing to be filled. I obliged in one fell swoop; her pussy so drenched with juices that I slipped in to the hilt, my pubic bone slamming against hers.

"Oh, Teddy. You feel so good inside me. Fuck me," she cried.

"You have such a tight little pussy, Cassie. So tight," I exclaimed as I began to thrust into her, over and over again. At this point I think we were both tired of playing games and changing positions. We were ready to fuck -- and we did. I pulled her legs up so as to get maximum penetration, reared back and began to piston in and out of her tight little hole like this was our last fuck on earth. The harder I fucked her, the more she wanted, the more she begged for. Faster, harder -- she wanted it all and she wanted it now. 

There was animalistic desperation to our sex, as if neither of us wanted to stop or let the other one go. But there was also the realization that we were on the home stretch; that we had found our rhythm, our groove, our pace -- and we would orgasm together as our arousal reached its peak. I pushed up on my arms, anchored my spread knees so I could move my hips at a most frantic pace, and I felt Cassie hold on for dear life. Although the tempo was fast and frenetic, the orgasm built slowly, each of us feeling it girding up deep in our loins. The frantic friction of cock in cunt, the steady pounding pace of a deep hard fuck, finally reached a head.

"Oh God, Cassie. I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna......."

I felt the universe freeze for just a few seconds as my body tensed and I felt an orgasm well from the deep within and erupt -- my body rocked with spasm after spasm -- semen exploding in spurt after spurt, splatting against Cassie's vagina walls. And as my cock pumped ropes of cum, I could feel Cassie's cunt walls tighten and clench in a rhythm so close to my own. We came as one -- and as the orgasm slowly subsided, we were both panting and sweating in a deep coital embrace. 




Cassie



It was a little after seven when my iPhone buzzed, letting me know I had a text message. I had it set on silent ring, since I was studying in the university library, which had been my practice for the past several weeks. Courses were getting much more difficult since I'd gotten into my major. The first two years were a breeze, but now I really had to study.

The text message was from my sister, Cassie. She's in her first year at the same university where I'm a third year student. We're only one year apart in age, but I skipped a level when I first entered high school. We were both home schooled until then, and when I tested for high school I went from eighth year to tenth. Our mother taught us at home, but she died of breast cancer that year, thus we both started attending public schools. I liked that, and I think Cassie did as well, but we did miss all the time we were able to spend together while mom was teaching us at home; but, I digress. The text message was from Cassie, and she was texting me later than normal. I usually hear from her right after she finishes dinner with her roommate, which is around five thirty or six. I'd almost given up on hearing from her tonight.

Her text asked if I was studying in the library again tonight, and if so, could she join me. She had a test coming up and could use some library time with her brother. I said sure, and she texted back that she'd be right over, which meant about fifteen minutes. The library is about that far from her apartment. I texted back to tell her which study room I was using so she could find me. 

In all honesty, I looked forward to having Cassie study with me. I really missed her last year after I left for school, and was really pleased that she decided to come to the same university I'm attending. We've always been close, and became closer after the death of our mother. Our dad is a great guy, too. We have a younger brother at home, so at least he's not alone with both me and Cassie away at school.

It was about fifteen minutes exactly when Cassie showed up. She's so much fun to be around, always positive about everything, has high energy, is outgoing, and has a great personality. She has many friends at home and here at the university. I, on the other hand, am more of an introvert. I have fewer friends, but a couple close ones. I'm not as outgoing as Cassie, and she's good for me in that department. Even in high school she was always dragging me along to parties, school dances, football and basketball games, you name it. Several people at school thought we were dating, as have some here. Yeah, if Cassie wasn't my sister, I imagine I would try to date her. Not only is she fun to be with, she's also easy on the eyes. She's about five feet eight, has long black hair, which comes from our Native American blood, has a great figure, and a beautiful face.Yeah, she's everything anyone would want in a girlfriend. I don't understand why she isn't dating now that she's away from home, but as far as I know, she hasn't dated anyone at all this year. Like I said, if she weren't my sister.

"What have you been up to?" I asked as she walked into the study room and dropped her back pack on the table. "Your text was a little late tonight."

"Am I really that predictable?" She asked.

"Yeah, I usually hear from you before six, and tonight it was after seven. I'd almost given up on you."

Cassie walked over and gave me a quick sisterly kiss on the cheek, and said, "Don't ever give up on hearing from me, Tim! I've sent you a text every evening since you left home! That's what, going on two years now?"

"Yeah, you're right. I was only kidding. I do get worried when I don't hear from you, though."

"Well, I was a little late tonight due to the drama at the apartment."

"What happened now?" I knew she was referring to her hypochondriac roommate, Niki. There was always drama when Niki was around.

"Oh, Niki, as always. She's been feeling ill all day, and decided that she needed to go home for the weekend. She called her mother, and she got Niki an appointment with her "favorite" doctor in the morning, so she's heading home for a couple of days."

"I bet you're looking forward to a little peace and quite, then, with her gone."

"Yeah, I am, but she is good company, that is, when she isn't sick, which is most all the time. It gets a little quiet when she's gone, though, and I hear every freaking noise in the apartment."

"Well, at least she's good for something, then. You really do get along well with her though, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, we get along well, and she has eyes for my brother, too!"

"Oh god, don't encourage her!"

We both laughed at that comment. Cassie knew that Niki drives me crazy as much as she does her. She's nice, and hot, but she's always complaining about something. 

Cassie sat down at the table and was directly across from me. She opened up a book, took out some paper, and started reading and taking notes. I'm not sure what she was studying, but she seemed engrossed in it. Cassie and I are both good students, and we both feel it's because of the years our mother worked with us. Cassie could have skipped a grade along the way, too, but she decided to stay back with her friends.

Every so often, I would just sit back and look at Cassie, admiring her beauty, and remembering how hard it was on her, especially, when our mother died. Cassie was only in the seventh grade. Way too young for a girl to lose her mother. She took it hard. Many nights back then she would come into my room after everyone had gone to bed. I can still hear her soft, sweet voice asking if she could sleep in my bed for just a while. I always let her, too. I enjoyed being around her, even back then. I never said no to Cassie. Not about sleeping in my bed, or anything else for that matter. I couldn't say no to her. If she's spoiled, it's because of me.

"What are you looking at?" Cassie asked, startling me a little.

"Just you," I replied as Cassie smiled at me. 

"So, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Just thinking back to when we lost mom. You look a lot like her, especially in her younger pictures. You have her eyes, hair, and complexion. She was a beautiful woman."

Cassie's eyes were watery now. I shouldn't have brought mother up, that always gets Cassie upset.

"Thank you for saying that. Mom was beautiful, and I never thought I resembled her that much. That was a wonderful compliment, Tim," Cassie replied as she reached over and placed her hand on mine. "You miss her too, don't you?"

"Yeah, I miss her so much; but I really like having you so close, now that you're here and all."

"What else were you thinking about when you were staring at me?"

"You know me too well, don't you? I was thinking about all those nights after she died when you came into my bedroom and asked if you could sleep with me for a while. D'you remember that?"

"Yeah, I sure do. You never said no, either."

"I thought about that, too. I never could say no to you."

"I like it that way. I don't like men saying no to me," Cassie replied with a slight giggle. 

Cassie held my hand for a few seconds before letting go. I liked her touch. 

After another thirty minutes, Cassie kicked off her shoes. I always take mine off when I get into the study room. Not sure why, but it always feels better when I take them off. Maybe it gives me the "at home" feeling or something; and Cassie has the same habit. Her's come off about thirty minutes after she joins me. 

We sat there studying in silence for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, when I felt her foot brush against mine. I looked up at her, but she gave no indication that she noticed it. I went back to my book, and she did it again, brushed her foot against mine. Maybe, I thought, it was just an accidental touch, but then it happened a third time, and when I looked at her, she had a mischievous grin on her face.

"You wanna play footsie or something?" I asked her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Was I bothering you?"

"No, not at all," I said, returning to my book.

After another ten minutes or so, she did it again, this time, though, she ran her foot up my leg a little before returning it to the floor. I looked up at her, and she was smiling at me. I didn't say anything, and returned to my book. 

I hate to admit it, but when Cassie ran her foot up my leg, although she didn't go far at all, it caused a bit of arousal in my groin. I felt a little guilty about that, getting aroused over my sister and all. Sure, I'd snuck a few peeks at her when we were in high school, you know, when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel or something like that. As a kid, she turned me on. Hell, as a kid, anything turned me on; but Cassie did have an effect on me. When we'd go out to games or parties, I really felt close to her, and after we got home, I'd go to my room and, well, I guess I don't have to tell you what I did. 

Then, she did it again, only this time she brought her foot up a little higher on my leg, which really caused my cock to stir.

Before I could even say anything, Cassie said, "Why don't you and I go out this evening? I hear there's a live band at The Top of The Stairs," which is a club that she and I have been to several times. I know the bar tender there and the bouncer, so they never give us any problem, and they always serve both of us.

Before I could respond, Cassie ran her foot up my leg again, and said, in a pitiful voice, "Please?" dragging out the word to emphasize the fact that she was begging.

I replied with a rhetorical question, "Have I ever said no to you?" Cassie knew we were going to hear the band.

We gathered our things and put them in our respective back packs and headed out. It wasn't far to the club. The library is only a block off the main street, and the club is just a few blocks away.

As we walked, Cassie put her arm around me, which was her custom. Although she'd done this many times before, for some reason it felt different tonight. Much different. 

The spring is so beautiful in this small southern town. The days are hot, but the night air cools things off, and its usually quite pleasant in the evenings, as it was that night. Very pleasant, especially walking down the sidewalk with Cassie by my side. 

We arrived at the club and went inside, not even having to pay a cover charge with my friend outside. He just waved us on in.

As usual, when we got inside, Cassie spotted a few of her friends. 

"I'll be right back Tim, I just want to say hi," she said as she rushed over to the table. They all looked glad to see Cassie. As I said, she has a great personality and people enjoy being around her. 

It wasn't long when she returned. "Do you want to sit with them?" I asked. "We can if you want."

"No, I think I'd rather have a table for just the two of us, sometimes I don't want to be with a crowd, and tonight's one of those times."

We walked through the mass of people and did manage to find a table in the back toward a corner. We could still see the band, and could certainly hear it, that's for sure. 

After we sat down, I left Cassie and walked up to the bar and got us each a beer, and returned to the table.

"Do you want something to eat?" I asked my sister.

"Umm, yeah, I think I do,"she said, looking over the menu. "How about some wings to go with the beer?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," I replied. I got the attention of the waitress and she came over and took our order.

Cassie and I sat there drinking our beer and watching the crowd, when she suddenly jumped up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out onto the dance floor. Both of us loved to dance, so it was a natural move on her part. 

We danced two or three songs, I don't remember how many, and then they played a slow number. I started to return to our table, but Cassie wouldn't let me. 

"I want you to dance this one with me, too," she said, as she pulled me in close, placing her head on my shoulder and her hand on the base of my back. I put both arms around my sister, and held her close as we danced. I could see her friends looking at us, but knew they didn't think anything of it. They all knew we're brother and sister and that we're close. Many of them have stated that they wish they were this close to their siblings. It never seemed to bother them that Cassie always brought me along, and I think they all considered me a friend as well as Cassie.

Cassie and I had danced slow songs together in the past, but this time, for some reason it felt different. The entire evening felt different to me. I didn't know what it was, but things seemed different between us. 

Cassie must have felt it too, as she pulled me even closer and brushed my neck with her lips, almost like she was kissing my neck. Then she did, she kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I really like dancing with you, Tim. I feel so safe in your arms. Don't ever leave me, brother."

"I'll never leave you, sis." I replied as we continued dancing slowly, very slowly, to the music.

Dancing with our bodies pressed so tight against each other, and feeling Cassie's breath on my neck, caused my cock to twitch. I was sure Cassie felt it, although she gave no indication that she did. I wanted to pull back from her some, but that would only draw attention to the fact that my sister was giving me a hard on. I swear that Cassie pressed herself tighter against my groin as we continued dancing, causing my cock to grow even harder. Now I knew she had to feel it, as she was pressing herself even harder against me in that area. I didn't know what to do, but it didn't seem to bother Cassie, so I didn't let it bother me, either. 

When the song ended, Cassie whispered in my ear, "I really enjoyed that, Tim," and she kissed my neck gently before turning and leading us back to our table. 

After we returned to our seats, a couple of her friends came over and sat with us. One was named Jill, and if I were to date one of Cassie's friends, it would be Jill. I didn't know if she would ever go out with me, but she was very nice, in every perspective. She was about Cassie's height, but had short blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, ample breasts, which were always on display, and a nice ass. A really nice ass. 

"You're such a good dancer," Jill said to me, slowly moving her hand under the table to my thigh, unbeknown to Cassie, who was sitting across the table from me. 

"Yeah, I'll have to get you out on that dance floor,"she continued as she slid her hand further up my leg, to my crotch. She let her hand rest on my erection, which I'm sure she thought she'd caused, when in reality she had nothing to do with it, although she may have had some influence on how long it lingered. 

"Jill, quit hitting on my brother and let him eat," Cassie stated with a forced laugh. 

Jill laughed a little at Cassie, and said I could eat, but when I finished, she got the next dance. I started eating a wing, and Jill never removed her hand from my crotch. I looked over at Cassie, and by the look on her face, she meant it when she told Jill to quit hitting on me. I'd never seen her look like that.

Things did calm down a little, and Jill finally removed her hand from my crotch. I was thankful for that because I was afraid that she was going to get me off the way she was rubbing me while I was trying to eat. 

After Cassie and I finished eating, the waitress brought us another beer each, which, I think, was our third. I took one sip, and then Jill asked if I would dance with her. I looked over at Cassie, who said, "You go ahead and dance a couple with Jill. I think you'll both enjoy it." Cassie was smiling, and I think she really meant what she said. 

Jill and I hit the dance floor and danced a couple fast ones together before returning to the table. Cassie was involved in conversation with a couple other friends who had also moved to our table. Cassie always attracts a crowd. Most of them were girls, but there were also a couple of guys there, and one of them, thankfully, pulled Jill back out on the dance floor, much to her dismay. 

Cassie leaned over to me and whispered, "I asked him to dance with Jill so she'd leave you alone for a while." After she said that, she scooted her chair closer to mine, and then let her hand rest on my leg under the table. Yes, this night was definitely different. 

We all talked and drank beer for a good two hours or more. Cassie danced with one of the guys a couple of times, and I danced with two of the girls, and then again with Jill, who was getting a little drunk as the night wore on. The guy Cassie asked to dance with Jill, Marc, I think, really had his eye on her, and a little later on, they left together, arms around each other. Truth be known, I think they were holding each other up. I knew that Marc was determined to get a piece of that ass tonight, and at the moment, I was a bit envious of him.

We left the club around midnight, making our way through the crowd and outside. Once outside we had to pass through a fairly large group of smokers, as it's no longer allowed inside. Cassie and I were both thankful that they passed that new law a couple years ago. Neither of us smoked. Our mother, although a good Christian woman, was also a chain smoker, and we all felt as though her smoking was responsible for her cancer. It was breast cancer, but when they discovered it, it had metastasized to other vital organs, including her liver and lungs. One of her oncologists was convinced that the cancer started in her lungs and spread from there, but we'll never know for sure. Either way, we were certain that the smoking killed her, and I don't think either of us ever will smoke after losing our mother. 

As we walked down the sidewalk toward Cassie's apartment, Cassie took my hand in hers. This wasn't too unusual, as we used to hold hands sometimes when we were younger, but I hadn't felt her hand in mine since I left for college. It felt nice.

It didn't take long to reach Cassie's apartment, and it felt a bit awkward as we approached her door. If she were a date, I would have kissed her and asked if I could come inside for a while, but this wasn't a date, and the beautiful woman I was walking to her door was my sister. Cassie unlocked the door, and opening it, asked if I wanted to come in for a while, reminding me that Niki was gone for the weekend and wasn't there to bother me. 

"Sure, I'd like that," I said, following my sister inside. 

Cassie threw down her back pack, walked over to the refrigerator, and got out two more beers, twisted off the caps, and brought them with her to the couch. She sat down, and patted the seat beside her, indicating that she wanted me to sit down next to her. I did. 

Looking around the room, I realized why Cassie was so late texting me and coming to the library. The apartment was as cleaner than I'd ever seen it. Neither she or Niki were master cleaners, and when I've been here before, there was always clothes and stuff all over the place; but tonight, it was clean and orderly, as if she was expecting company. 

Cassie and I drank out beer, and then another, causing me to become just slightly inebriated. 

"I may have to call a cab to get home," I said, only halfway joking. 

"Why don't you just stay here? We can have a sleep over!" Cassie said excitedly.

"I could do that," I said as I took out my phone and sent a text to my roommate to let him know that I was staying the night at Cassie's place. He replied and said to say hello to my sexy sister, which I did.

"He really wrote that?" Cassie asked.

"Yeah, he really did. He also thinks you're hot, Cassie." As I spoke, I realized what I said, and knew Cassie would pick up on it, and she did.

"He ALSO thinks I'm hot?" she asked, placing a well deserved accent on the word "also." "Who else thinks I'm hot?"




Cassie



"All the guys think you're hot, Cassie."

"Oh, I thought you might be referring to someone in particular."

"Like me?" I asked, knowing that's what she meant. 

"Yeah, like you. Do you think your little sister's hot, big brother?"

"Yes, I think my little sister is very hot," I replied. 

Cassie, surprisingly, blushed a little when I said that. I don't think she thought that I'd admit that I thought she's hot, but I did. I think it was the effect of the many beers I'd had that evening, but I had very few inhibitions at the moment. 

"I think my big brother's very hot too," she said as she leaned forward and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. 

"I also think we'd better call this a night while we still can," she said as she stood up and took our empty beer glassed over to the sink.

I knew exactly what Cassie was talking about. The sexual tension was strong between us at the moment, and I was sure that she thought we'd better cool it before we did something we'd regret in the morning. I admired her for her strength, which was much greater than mine at the moment. As she turned and faced me, I knew that I was lusting after my little sister, and just the thought of that made me sick. Almost.

"Yeah, we better get some sleep," I said.

"Here, let me help you open the sofa bed, you can sleep here, or you can use Niki's bed if you want."

"I'll sleep here, thank you. I don't want Niki telling everyone that I slept in her bed. I don't think anyone would understand that," I said laughing, as I opened the sofa bed. It was a good one, I knew, because dad bought it for Cassie when she moved down here, so he'd have someplace to sleep when he visited, which he never has. Cassie walked over to the closet and pulled out the sheets, a blanket, and two pillows and brought them over. Together we made the bed, and Cassie left to change for the night. She said she'd come back out before she went to bed, and she did.

I stripped down to my boxers and crawled into the bed, and shortly I heard Cassie walking back into the living room, and when I looked up at her, I couldn't believe what I saw. Cassie, my little sister Cassie, was wearing a sexy black halter teddy with a skimpy pair of black panties. The outfit showed off her sexy legs, which I hadn't seen in a long time. Cassie always wears jeans, even when we go out. I had no idea how much my little sister had grown. She walked over to the sink to get a glass of water, and I got a good view of her sweet ass, which was covered only by a tiny piece of material. Oh. My. God. She looked so good.

"I thought you might like a glass of water," she said as she set the glass down beside the bed, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before standing back up.

"Good night, Tim. Thank you for tonight. I really had a great time."

I was almost speechless, and knew that my hard on had to be showing through the sheet that was covering me. 

"Yeah, you're welcome. I had a good time, too, sis. I'll see you in the morning. We can go out for breakfast or something."

I watched her as she walked out of the room, turned off the light and proceeded to her room. 

I reached down and grabbed my cock beneath the sheets and jerked it a few times, thinking of how hot Cassie looked just a few moments ago. When she came out, I thought maybe she was going to sleep with me tonight, and was quite disappointed that she left. Several hours ago I thought this night was different, and it was sure turning out to be. I jerked my cock a few minutes, and then started feeling guilty beating off thinking about my kid sister and all. Finally, in frustration, I released my cock, rolled over on my side, and tried to go to sleep. I wanted to get up and draw the blinds or something, because with the light shining in the room from the street, I didn't think I could get to sleep, but I was too tired and comfortable to get back out of the bed, so I just stayed there, thinking of my sexy sister.

The apartment was silent for only about twenty to thirty minutes, and I realized what Cassie was talking about when she said that she could hear every sound when she was there alone. I could barely hear people talking in the apartment next door, and could hear other indistinguishable sounds. Then, I heard a sound I did recognize. It was the sound of Cassie's door opening. 

I could barely hear her as she made her way down the hall and to the side of the couch, but I could clearly see her, and she was wearing the same sexy teddy she had on when she left. 

Cassie knelt down, leaned over to me and asked, in her sweet voice, "Could I sleep in your bed for just a while?"

Her question brought tears to my eyes. It reminded me of my little sister from so long ago, and it reminded that now, as a grow woman, she still wanted to sleep in my bed with me.

"Absolutely," I said, as I pulled down the covers and let her in, just as I did years ago.

Cassie slid in beside me, and I pulled the covers up around us both.

Cassie rolled over on her side, and stared into my eyes as I stared back at her. I was over come with alcohol and passion at that moment, as was Cassie. The sexual tension had been building between us, but tonight something just broke loose. Cassie seemed to want me, and I realized that I wanted her too. Reaching up, I pulled her face to mine, and for the first time ever, kissed my sister on the mouth. 

Cassie slowly returned the kiss, as though she was giving it a lot of thought. Then I felt her tongue creep between my lips. I parted them, and Cassie's tongue licked around my lips, and then slipped inside my mouth. I felt as though I was going to hyperventilate or something, I was so excited. We made out for a good ten minutes, just kissing each other passionately. Finally, we both came up for air.

"God, you look so fucking sexy in that outfit," I told her. 

"Yeah, I was really nervous when I put it on and came out. I was afraid you'd laugh at me or something. I was going to crawl into bed with you then, but I sorta lost my nerve."

"Nobody would ever laugh at you in that, Cassie. You look so sexy. God, you're beautiful."

"Thank you,"she said, blushing again.

Cassie and I started kissing again, this time with much more energy and passion, as I was totally lost in my lust for my sister. I rolled Cassie over on her back and, crawling on top of her, I held her face in my hands and continued kissing her, driving my tongue deep inside her mouth, tasting her sweet mouth for the first time, hoping that it wouldn't be the last time.

As we kissed, my hands began to roam over my sisters tight body, as I felt her tits through her teddy with one hand, and moved my other hand to her ass. We rolled around for another twenty minutes or so, as I kissed her and felt her through her teddy.

Finally, I lifted myself off my sister and said, "I love how sexy you look in that teddy, Cassie, but I want to see how you look out of it, too," as I started to undress her. Cassie helped, and soon the teddy was off and on the floor. I sat up in the bed and pulled Cassie up beside me, so I could get a better look at her nude body, and it sure looked beautiful. I reached out and gently rubbed her breasts, and held one in each hand as I noticed her prominent nipples and wide aerola, which was a dark brown color. Her nipples jetted straight out, and I had to taste them. I leaned forward and gave Cassie a lingering kiss on her sweet lips, and then kissed down her neck to her breasts.

I slowly kissed each nipple and gently licked one and then the other. Cassie was getting into this, as she held my head with both hands, and gently applied pressure as I licked her tits. Her nipples got harder as I licked and sucked them. Cassie leaned back, causing her tits to stick out more, and I took advantage of the position as I continued to make love to her breasts. These weren't the breasts of my kid sister, they were the breasts of the most sensual woman I'd ever been with. I kept kissing and sucking on her breasts, partly because they felt so wonderful in my mouth, and partly because it was obvious by her constant moans that it was giving my Cassie much pleasure.

After a few more minutes of sucking her sweet breasts, I had to have more, so I let Cassie fall back on the bed, and started kissing from her breasts to her stomach, wanting to taste every inch of my sister's body. I made my way down to her belly button, which to my surprise, and a piercing in it. It was a small ring pierced through her navel. I don't know why, but being in a position to lick my sister's pierced navel gave me an erotic high, as if I were on some kind of drug or something. I know that sounds weird, but that's exactly how it felt. I got a tremendous rush licking my sisters navel and her piercing. As I liked it, I reached up and grasped both breasts in my hands and massaged them and softly rolled her hard nipples between my fingers as I continued working my way down between my sister's legs. 

I left her navel and the piercing, and licked my way down her abdomen to her pubic area, which was bare; there was no hair whatsoever around my sister's pussy. I licked down to the slit, while still fondling her tits, and began licking around my sisters aromatic pussy. I couldn't believe this was Cassie's most private part that I was licking. I mean, this woman was my kid sister, and I was licking her pussy, and fucking enjoying it! I couldn't believe this was happening, and I sure as hell didn't want it to ever stop.

I brought my hands down from her tits and pushed them under Cassie's tight ass, lifting up to bring her pussy harder against my mouth. Cassie was enjoying the job I was doing on her pussy, I knew, because she started moaning louder.

"Oh god, Tim, that feels so fucking wonderful! I've wanted to feel you there for a long time, brother. Keep doing that. Don't stop doing that."

Her encouragement excited me even more, and I started eating her out more aggressively, sliding my tongue deep within her pussy, savoring both the aroma and the way she tasted. Cassie started gyrating her hips against my mouth as I continued sucking and licking her. I then brought my hands to her pussy and gently spread her pussy lips, allowing better access for my tongue. As I licked her, I also started massaging her pussy with my thumbs, gently running them in circles around her sex, while licking up and down, and then deep inside her pussy. 

Cassie started bucking her hips harder as I licked and rubbed her. Pressing her pussy against my mouth and tongue, she shouted that she was about to cum. At first I thought it was quick, but then realized, glancing at the clock beside the bed, that we'd been making love for well over an hour by this time. 

Cassie continued grinding her crotch against my mouth, and with my tongue deep inside of her, I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting around my tongue, and could taste a small amount of ejaculate as she reached her orgasm. 

"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god," Cassie cried out as she came. Her body was trembling, her orgasm was so intense. 

I licked her pussy one final time, and then licked back up to her breasts, and then to her mouth, and kissed her passionately as she came down from her orgasm.

"God, that was good. Where'd you learn to do that, brother?"

"Did you like that, sis?" I asked her, trying to avoid answering her question.

"Oh, fuck yes, I liked that. You can eat my pussy any time you want, brother."

I laughed when she said that, and Cassie said it again, "No, I fucking mean it, you can eat my pussy any time you want. It's yours, Tim. That was fantastic."

I kissed her again and said that I hoped it wouldn't be the last time, and she promised that it wouldn't.

"My turn now," Cassie said, as she pushed me onto my back, and started kissing me passionately. 

"Believe me, brother, I'm just getting started. There are things I've wanted to do to you for a long time," she said as she started licking her way down to my chest. She took one, and then the other nipple into her mouth and sucked on it, while lowering her hand to my crotch, and feeling my wet and hard cock through my boxers. 

She slowly licked her way down my chest, running her fingers along my treasure trail. She licked down to my waist, and then reached down and pulled my boxers off and tossed them on the floor.

"You wont be needing these until Monday," she said with a grin. 

Cassie started rubbing my cock and spreading my pre cum around, using it to lube her fingers as she started masturbating me. God, her hands felt so fucking wonderful wrapped around my cock. I'm not huge or anything, but I am a good eight inches hard, and believe me, I was as hard as ever with my sister's hand beating me off.

She continued her hand job for a few minutes, and then she looked up at me, licked her lips seductively, and then lowered her mouth to my hard cock, and started sucking me off. Never would I have thought that my little sister would be sucking my cock, but she was, and she was doing a masterful job of it as well.

Cassie started bobbing her head up and down on my hardness, and then started massaging my balls at the same time. How I was lasting so long, I didn't know, but I was. 

Cassie continued sucking my cock and rubbing my balls, while I gave out moans of encouragement. She was doing a wonderful job on my cock. I started thrusting up into her mouth as she continued sucking. God, I wanted her so bad. I really wanted my sister.

"God, Cassie, that feels so facing great. Could you swing around and let me have more of your pussy while you're sucking me?" I asked.

It didn't take her long to move around and swing her legs over m head and bring her wet pussy down to my waiting mouth. She put her knees on either side of my head and lowered herself down on top of me, taking my cock back between her lips, while I could feel her tits rubbing against my stomach. I pulled her pussy to my mouth and started licking her again, while reaching around and grabbing her nice ass with both hands. Her ass felt like the softest thing I had ever felt in my life, and I pulled down on it, causing her pussy to press harder against my mouth.

Cassie kept working on my cock as I worked on her pussy. Finally, she stopped and turned around so that she was now facing me, with her lips brushing against mine. 

"Tim, I want to feel your cock inside of me. Will you please fuck me, brother? Please?"

"God, Cassie, I want to fuck you so bad."

I rolled my sister onto her back, spread her legs, and bought the head of my cock up against her womanhood.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" I asked.

"Does this answer your question?"she asked as she reached down and held my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and then pressed forward while holding my cock against her slit until I entered her. 

"Yep, that answered my question," I said as I lowered my face to hers and kissed her passionately as I started fucking her.

Slowly I entered her just part way, savoring the feeling of her pussy walls surrounding my hard cock. I'd been in a few pussies in my life, but this was the tightest.

"Are you by any chance a . ."

"Virgin?" she asked, completing my sentence for me. "Yes, I'm a virgin. I've been saving myself for you and only you."

"Oh my God, Cassie Really? You've been saving yourself for me?" I asked. 

"Yes," Cassie replied, "and that's been almost nineteen years, so I'd appreciate it if you'd get on with it, brother. I've been waiting for this for a long time now!"

I was already part way in, so, with one final thrust I entered my sister all the way. God, she was tight. I had to hold my cock inside of her without moving for a few seconds because I felt as though I would unload inside of her. The walls of her vagina wrapped around my hard cock, and the warmth felt so good. After holding y cock still long enough to continue, I started fucking her really slow.

"God, this was worth waiting for," Cassie said, breathing a little more heavily now.

I continued fucking my sister slowly as she continued moaning beneath me. While fucking her I brought my hands to her chest and placed them on her tits, rubbing them gently. I couldn't believe it was my sister Cassie beneath me, and that she kept herself for me. God, what a gift she gave me that night. 

"Oh god, Tim, keep fucking me, god that feels wonderful, brother, keep it up."

I kept fucking my sister, picking up speed as I did so, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. Cassie's moans became much louder as I continued fucking her harder and faster. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me!"

Cassie was begging for me to fuck her faster and harder, so I picked up the pace and the intensity of my thrusts. Since is was her first time and all, I wanted it to be a good experience for her. As I thought about it, Cassie was the first virgin I've every had sex with, and this was my sister. God, this was great. 

The pressure her tight pussy was putting on my cock was intense as I continued fucking her. I reached down and put my hands under her ass, holding her cheeks tight as I pulled her pussy up to greet my cock as I thrust into her. After keeping this up for several minutes, Cassie began screaming that she was about to cum, and then I felt the walls of her pussy spasm as she reached her second orgasm of the evening. Her pussy became very wet, and I could feel her cum as she hit the peak of her orgasm. As I continued thrusting in and out of her sweet pussy, I couldn't contain myself any longer, and I started shooting my cum inside my sister, several shots filled her pussy to overflowing. I dropped down on top of her and brought my lips to hers, and kissed her softly.

"That was fantastic, Cassie. God, that was fantastic."

"Yeah, it was for me, too. I came twice already!"

"I can't believe I just made love to my little sister."

"I can't believe I FINALLY made love to my big brother," Cassie replied as she leaned up and kissed me again on the lips. She then wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me in for a long kiss, giving me a lot of tongue. I licked the inside of my sister/s mouth, and then moved my hands down to her breasts and rubbed them softly.

"I think we need to clean up," Cassie said.

"Yeah, I think a shower would do us both some good."

"You wanna?"

"Together, you mean?"

"Yeah, together," Cassie replied.

"Sure. Let's do it."

Cassie and I got out of the bed and walked, nude, to the bathroom. I walked behind her as we made our way down the hall. God, her ass looked terrific as it swayed back and forth in front of me. I couldn't stand it, so I caught up with her, turned her around, and kissed her passionately in the hall way. 

"Geez, that was nice," Cassie said as we broke the kiss.

"Just the sight of you walking down the hall, god, I just had to kiss you. You look so fucking sexy nude!"

"Thank you," Cassie said as she turned and led me into the bathroom. Cassie turned on the water, and as soon as it was hot enough, we both stepped inside. 

"Would you wash me off?" my sister asked in a sexy voice. 

"Gladly, sis, gladly," I replied. 

I took a washcloth and soaped it up, and started gently washing Cassie's beautiful body, starring with her neck, working over her shoulders and arms, her breasts, down her abdomen, to her pussy. Cassie spread her legs apart a little as I moved my washcloth covered hand to her crotch and gently washed her off. Cassie leaned in and kissed me as I continued rubbing her sex. 

Cassie turned around and had me wash her shoulders, back, and then her beautiful tight ass. I lathered it up good, and then dropped the washcloth to the floor and washed her with my bare hands. I ran them over each of her ass cheeks, and then between her legs back to her pussy, letting my fingers massage her slit from behind.




Cassie



God, she looked so fucking sexy. With my free hand I reached down and started rubbing my growing cock, and then leaned forward and entered her pussy from behind, letting my cock inch its way into her womanhood. It felt better than before as I entered my sister from behind. Reaching around her, I put my hands on her tits and rubbed them as I started fucking her in the shower. 

"Oh god, Tim. Oh yes, fuck me again, brother. Fuck me again."

I started thrusting in and out of my sister rapidly this time, making love to her, my sweet sister. 

It only took about a minute and a half and I shot off inside of her again. I had to stand perfectly still as I did because the feeling was so fucking intense. God, this was great.

Cassie turned around and brought her lips to mine and we kissed. For a long time we kissed under the running water. God, she was a good kisser. 

I let my hands run all over her wet body as we stood there with the shower water pouring over us, looking at and feeling the beautiful body of my sister.

I finished washing her off, and then she washed me off, paying special attention to my cock, which was still semi hard. Never, absolutely never have I lasted this long with another woman. I could have fucked her again, even though I had just cum for the second time. My cock was getting hard again as Cassie washed it. 

Maybe it was her beauty, or her tight ass and pussy, or maybe it was because she was my sister and this was taboo sex or something, but I still wanted to make love to her again. I never wanted to leave my sisters apartment. I wanted her. 

"God, Tim, does this thing ever go down?" she asked as she continued washing my cock and balls.

"I don't think so, it's been like that all evenning. Just looking at you and your sexy body, Cassie, makes me hard. I could fuck you again, right now."

"Ooo, I like the way you think, Tim. I could go another round if you want to, or we could rest up a while, and then do it again. We have all weekend, you know. I told you earlier that you wouldn't need your underwear until Monday, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, and I'm beginning to think you're right about that."

Cassie rinsed me off and then turned off the water and led me out of the shower. She took a towel and dried me off, and then dried herself off, and then dropped the towel to the floor.

"How about we go to me room now, my sheets are clean," Cassie said with a slight laugh.

"That sounds good to me," I replied as she took my hand and led me to her bed.

Cassie pulled back the covers and we both slid into the bed. Cassie was on her back and I rolled over on my side, reached out, and gently rubbed her breasts for a few minutes, while she looked at me with a sexy smile on her face.

"Did you ever think we'd have sex?" Cassie asked me.

"No, I never thought we would. I've always thought you were beautiful, Cassie, and these past few weeks, like we've been together more than ever before and I started having thoughts about you, thoughts like I've never had before; but they were just thoughts, I never felt that this would really happen, but I'm glad it did. What about you?"

"Honestly, I've had a bad crush on you for a couple of years," she said, softly.

"Really? I never knew that," I replied.

"Why do you think I was always dragging you along to all those parties and all?"

"I never thought about it, I guess. I mean, I really enjoyed going with you, like tonight, but I never thought you had any ulterior motives about it; but I really did enjoy going with you."

"Yeah, I always enjoyed it that you would go with me, that always made me seem special or something. I was always proud that you went with me to all those games and all those parties. Deep inside, though, I wanted, and fantasized that you were my date and we were going out together."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. We'd come home and I wanted to go with you to your bedroom so fucking bad, but it never happened. Then when I came here to school, I decided I'd try to spend as much time with you as possible, hoping that you'd notice, I don't know, notice that I've grown up and I'm not just your kid sister anymore."

"Well, that part worked, I've certainly noticed that you've grown into a very beautiful woman, Cassie, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

"Thank you," Cassie replied, "did you ever go to bed, you know, after any of those parties or anything, you know, thinking about me or anything like that?"

"Oh, fuck yes," I replied. "Every time we went out, I'd go to bed thinking about you, and I'd beat off every time."

"Really, you beat off thinking about me?"

"Oh yes, every time. I've always been fascinated with you, but I thought you were just being nice to me because I'm such an introvert; and you know what? I was always proud to be with you, too. I was with the most beautiful girl at any party we went to, or any game, and I was with you. God, I loved that, Cassie; and yes, every time we'd get home, I'd go to my bedroom and beat off thinking of you."

"Well, I've masturbated many times thinking of you, too. If we only knew . . .'

"We know now, don't we?"

"Yes, we do," Cassie replied. 

I leaned over and kissed Cassie again, and continued kissing her for several minutes, then I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her over next to me. Cassie draped her leg across mine, I dropped my hand to her ass, and we fell asleep, wrapped around each other. It felt so right.

I woke up several times during the night, and each time I looked at my lovely sister, sleeping next to me. I couldn't just look at her either, I had to touch her. Everywhere. I traced my fingers along her lovely breasts, causing her nipples to become erect. Then I'd let my fingers glide along her skin to her hips, and then to her pussy. I'd gently spread her pussy lips apart and let the tip of my finger find it's way inside. I'd move it around just enough to get it wet, and then I'd bring it to my mouth to taste her sweet juices. 

About four o'clock I woke up again, and started touching her. All over. When I got down to her pussy, Cassie moaned softly, although I could tell she was still asleep. I crawled down between her legs, opened them enough that I could see her bare pussy, and started slowly licking it. I let my tongue go deep inside of her, so that I could get a good taste of her insides. God, she was good. 

Cassie started moaning louder as I licked and sucked her pussy. I didn't want to wake her up, but I couldn't stop licking and sucking her sex, so I continued. 

After a few minutes, maybe five or six, Cassie started to squirm. She brought her hands to the back of my head and pressed my head tight against her pussy, spreading her legs further apart as I continued licking her and eating her. 

"Oh, yes, I love that. Keep doing that. Oh yes, keep doing that," she would say softly, over and over. "Keep doing that."

I was getting worked up by this time; my cock was hard and I was getting excited. I continued licking and sucking my sister, enjoying the sweet taste. I wanted her so much.

I spread her legs and moved up between them, and then lowered my crotch to hers, and let my cock slide into her. Cassie moaned as I continued sliding into her, until I was in balls deep. I started fucking my sister, slowly at first, but increasing my speed and intensity until I was fucking her harder than before. God, I couldn't get enough of my sister's pussy.

Cassie brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, pulling my cock deeper into her as I bottomed out inside of her. Cassie was getting louder now, and I was also getting more vocal than I've ever been during sex.

"Do you like that, Cassie? Do you like the feeling of your brother's cock inside of you?"

"Oh fuck, yes," she replied. 

"Oh fuck, yes, what, Cassie?"

"Oh fuck yes, I like the feeling of my brothers cock inside of me. Fuck me, Tim!"

"Tell me how much you like is, sis."

"I love the feeling, Tim. I've always wanted you to do this, and it feels better than I ever imagined it would feel. God, I love your cock in me, Tim!"

I kept fucking my sister, harder and harder, until I could hear my balls painfully slapping against her ass as I thrust into her. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, feeling the softness of her skin in my hands. I moved them up her chest to her throat, and felt the tightness of her throat as she moaned louder. I moved them to her face, and circled my fingers around her mouth, letting a finger go inside her mouth. Cassie sucked on my finger like it was my cock as I moved it around the inside of her mouth. 

Cassie was squirming, rotating her hips, clinching her ass, bringing it up tighter against me as I drove into her. She reacted around and grabbed the base of my cock, and squeezed it as I fucked her. I watched her tits bounce up and down, her face contort as she was nearing her third orgasm of the evening. I could tell she was about to cum by the expression on her face, and in just a few seconds, she announced that she was nearing orgasm.

"Fuck,fuck,fuck, Tim, I'm gonna fucking cum again," as I felt her pussy walls tighten around my manhood, milking my cum out of my balls. I released my sperm deep inside my sister as I came several times. I don't know where it was all coming from, but I emptied another load into my sisters pussy. I came so fucking hard it hurt. My cock hurt. My balls hurt. I fucking hurt all over as I finished emptying my balls into my sister. 

"God, you are good," I said to Cassie. "You are one good fuck, sis. You are one good fuck."

"Better than beating off thinking about me?"

"Oh fuck yes, much better than beating off thinking about you."

"You'll never have to do that again, Tim. From now on, you can have the real thing, anytime you want it. Anytime at all."

I leaned forward and kissed her again, then pulled her over to me as I rolled onto my back. I pulled Cassie part way on to me. She draped her left leg over my legs, and as she did, I could feel the cum dripping out of her and onto my leg, but I didn't give a fuck. This was good, and I wanted it to last forever. 

Cassie woke me up around 8:30; her mouth was on my cock and she was giving me a masterful blow job. God, that sister of mine could suck cock. I don't know how long she'd been at it, but I thought I would blow when I woke up, it felt so good. 

"I thought that might get your attention, big brother," Cassie said as soon as she saw me open my eyes.

I reached down and placed my hands on my sister's head, and guided her back to mu cock. She licked it a few times, to get it wet, I suppose now, and then said that what she really wanted was to feel me inside of her again.

She crawled up on top of me, reached around and placed the head of my cock at the entrance of her pussy, and pressed back, causing my cock to enter her all the way.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I wanted," Cassie said, as she started moving up and back on my erection. I reached up and held her shoulders, and looking down, watched my cock as it went in and out of my sister's pussy. I slid one hand down and started molesting my sister's breasts, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her flesh. Cassie leaned forward and brought her breast to my mouth, while still riding my cock. I sucked on her tits, first one and then the other, while she continued riding my hard cock. 

The harder I sucked, the harder she rode me. I was bucking my hips up hard now, trying to get as far in my sister as I possibly could. I kept thinking, this is my little sister Cassie. Two days ago, this would have been a vision in my mind as I masturbated; now it's my new reality, and I couldn't believe it. I was fucking my little sister, Cassie; or rather, she was fucking me, because I was entirely under her control this morning, and something inside of me told me that it was going to be this way all day, perhaps all weekend, as much as we were enjoying each other.

Cassie continued riding my cock until she reached her orgasm, and I reached mine.

"Oh, Christ, brother, I'm gonna cum, brother, I'm gonna cum!"

With that announcement, I let go, and started shooting my morning load into my sister's pussy. I raised my hips each time my cock erupted, driving my cum deep inside of her.

Cassie fell forward onto me, and I could feel the softness of her breasts as they bell upon my chest. I rubbed her back, and then moved my hands lower to grasp her firm ass as she stayed in place. 

Cassie had a firm ass, for sure. I was rubbing it with both hands now, as Cassie rested her head on my shoulder.

"Mmmm, I love it when you rub my body, Tim. That really feels good."

I continued rubbing Cassie's sweet ass while she purred in my ear. 

"How about some breakfast, and then we can do this again," Cassie said. 

Cassie got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen to fix breakfast, as I watched, taking in every inch of her nude young frame. 

After I smelled the aroma of fresh brewed coffee, I got out of the bed and walked out to the kitchen.

"That's good timing, Tim, I just finished brewing you a pot of coffee. Isn't this the brand you like?" Cassie asked, lifting up a bag of Starbucks Sumatra Dark. 

"Yeah, that's what I use, but how'd you . . ."

"I'm always prepared, bro. You should know that by now."

It was nice of her to fix me some coffee, and to have my favorite brand, well, the only brand I drink, handy. I thought it was kinda weird though that she had a new bag of my coffee. I walked over to the refrigerator, and found a new jug of orange juice, so I poured a glass. Again, I thought it was strange that Cassie had my brand of coffee and orange juice. As I looked through the refrigerator, I also noticed several other items that are my favorites, and all in new packaging, unopened. Has Cassie gone to the store early this morning? I wondered. She must have. She didn't know I was coming over, did she? This was getting weird. 

"Cassie, how is it you have my brand of coffee handy?" I asked, truing to see what I could get out of her. 

"I always keep it handy, just in case you come over," she replied.

By that time, Cassie had finished my eggs, scrambled with cheddar cheese, onions and bacon, just as I like them. She even had English muffins. It was my perfect breakfast, and Cassie knew it, and she had everything to make it. 

"That looks delicious, Cassie," I said, complimenting her on the excellent breakfast she set before me. 

"I hoped you'd like it," she said, planting a soft kiss on my lips before I took the first bite. They were perfect, too. Just right. Cassie sat beside me, watching me eat, and making small talk.

I finished the scrambled eggs, orange juice and coffee, and Cassie poured me a second cup of coffee.

"You didn't eat any breakfast," I said to her.

"I wasn't hungry. I'll have something for lunch, and maybe this piece of your English muffin," she replied as she took the last bite of my muffin from my plate.

"So, what do you want to do now?" I asked my sweet kid sister.

"You," she said, smiling at me. 

"So, all you want to do today is fuck and eat?" I asked her.

"Well, we don't have to eat, if you don't want to," she replied, laughing, as she walked over to me, pushed me back in my chair, and sat down in my lap, facing me, with her hands around my head. 

"All I want today is you, Tim, just you; and maybe tomorrow too! You don't have anything you have to do this weekend, do you?" she asked me.

"No, nothing I have to do. I was going to spend the day at the library, but I really don't need to, I think I have my classed under control."

"Good, cause I want to stay naked with you all day. I've dreamed about this for years, and I want to make it last as long as I can."

"Fine with me," I said as I leaned forward and took one of her breasts into my mouth, and then the other.

Cassie and I made love again, and I have to say that sex with my sister was fantastic. She was such a turn on to me, especially since last night. Who'd thought that out meeting in the library would end with us sharing a bed and making love, what, three or four times already, and it's only Saturday morning.

I couldn't believe that Cassie was offering herself to me like she was. God, her pussy tasted so fucking fantastic, and to fuck her, well, it was like nothing I've ever experienced before. 

We had lunch about twelve thirty. I again noticed that Cassie just happened to have some of my favorite foods in her cabinet and refrigerator. I absolutely loved a certain kind of Mac and Cheese, and Cassie made it. I was surprised that she had it.

After lunch, we were both still nude, and Cassie suggested that we go back to the bedroom and rest for a while. She said she was a little tired from the late night and wanted to get a little nap, so we did.

Once on the bed, we got under the covers and snuggled, as she called it. Cassie faced me at first, and then turned so that I was spooning her. She grabbed my arm and brought it around her, with my hand resting on her tits. While she was supposed to be sleeping, she kept rubbing her breasts with her fingers intertwined in mine, so that I was rubbing them as well. My body was pressed tight against hers, and my cock was starting to harden, just being there with her and rubbing her breasts. I could feel Cassie pressing back with her ass against my ass, gyrating slowly against my growing erection. When I got fully hard, I could hear Cassie softly moaning as my cock pressed against her, and she started holding her breasts tighter than before. Before long she was pressing back against my cock harder, and then, reaching around, slid the tip of my hard and wet cock into her pussy. I pressed forward until my hard cock was buried inside my sister, and we fucked again. Slowly at first, but it didn't take long for passion to take over, and soon I was fucking my sweet sister from behind.

Cassie got up on all fours and had me get behind her, and again, pressed the head of my cock back inside of her and began thrusting back on me, driving me deep inside of her pussy. Cassie was now shouting like a fucking wild woman as we fucked. I reached down and grabbing her by the hips, began pulling her back against me as I drove forward into her. I reached under my sister and started rubbing her sweet tits again, while still driving my cock into her. 

O god, Tim, that feels so fucking good, just like I imagined it would. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me."

I did, too. I kept fucking my sister until I could feel her pussy clamp down on my hard cock. That drove me over the edge, and I came another time inside my sister. After I came, Cassie turned around and took my cock into her mouth. She started sucking all the cum out, saying that she didn't want any to go to waste. She looked up at me with the residue of our combined juices smeared around her lips and chin, and continued sucking my cock.

"God that was intense," she finally said.

"Yeah, it really was. Fucking intense," I replied.

Cassie reached up and pulled me down so that I was on top of her, and started kissing me passionately. I could taste our juices in her mouth, but it wasn't a turn off or anything. We continued kissing for several minutes, when we both collapsed beside each other. Cassie kept staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing, just wondering something, that's all."

"What?" I asked again.

"Nothing," she replied, a little more emphatically. "I think I'll get some dinner ready. I'm fixing lasagna, just as you like it," she announced as she got out of the bed and walked toward the kitchen.

"Lasagna, Mac and Cheese, English muffins, Starbucks coffee, orange juice and scrambled eggs with onion, hell, it made me think that maybe she'd planned this whole weekend. As soon as I had that thought, I started to get a little sick inside. Something was going on. Cassie HAD this whole weekend planned, didn't she? Come to think of it, she even had my favorite beer in her refrigerator. But, what about Niki? She said that Niki got sick and had to go home. She couldn't have planned that, could she?




Cassie



It was at an all-girls college that Cassandra finally understood what she was. It was the start of her junior year.

She knew she was not pretty or cute. 

She was perhaps striking but most told her she was handsome.

She was smarter than those around her but quietly so.

She was not vivacious although not a limp rag either.

It did seem like everyone wanted to be her friend and she was friend to all but all felt she was holding back a large portion of herself.

Until the exuberant one kissed her lips.

Her name was Mariel and she was the center of every storm at school. Her athleticism was ordinary but she was the best player in basketball and softball because she always hustled.

She would at times get on everyones nerves.

It happened at the tail end of study group, she and Cassie were the last two left. Mariel was having a difficult time with a chemistry concept and Cassie found the example that made the concept of valences click in her mind.

Her happiness of discovery erupted with a big kiss to Cassie's lips that Mariel did not immediately realize she had done. A few moments later she kissed Cassie again but realized it before their lips separated.

She panicked and began to end the kiss but did so slowly. She realized she did not want to end the kiss. She also realized Cassie was accepting the kiss.

She was soon stammering an apology but noticed Cassie was not upset. She was smiling.

A few moments later Mariel saw Cassie look down to her own chest. It was not until then that Mariel noticed Cassie's right breast was in her hand.

She slid it off but pressed lightly on it as she did.

Mariel quickly began to assert that she was not a lesbian and not to worry about her that she was just so happy to have figured out valences and would not happen again.

Then she hurriedly got up to leave but kissed Cassie's cheek before heading away.

Cassie picked up her stuff and walked to her room then went into the shower. Her roommate Alma had already showered but was drying her hair in the bathroom.

For the first time Cassie undressed and got in the shower while her roommate watched. She began to masturbate while Alma was still in the bathroom.

Cassie could still feel Mariel's lips on hers. She could still feel Mariel's hand on her breast.

Alma heard Cassie's orgasmic moan and hurried to her bed. She took off her panties and began to masturbate. Her first orgasm shocked her with its intensity but she only stopped long enough to get her gown off before resuming.

Cassie was by then in the room, watching Alma pleasure herself. Cassie was still nude.

Alma saw her but could not stop masturbating. Soon the naked Cassie was sitting in bed next to her caressing Alma's breast.

Alma had an exceptional orgasm that forced her to gasp for air.

Cassie waited until Alma was breathing normally then leaned over and placed a nipple to Alma's lips.

Alma's eyes widened in shock but her lips soon surrounded the nipple.

Cassie slid her hand from Alma's tit to her pussy. Alma still had her own hand on it but allowed Cassie's hand to slide under hers.

Alma moaned.

Cassie slid into bed with Alma and kissed her lips as she began to caress the clit. Alma was soon on the way to the biggest orgasm of her life. Cassie slid down and engulfed a tit in her mouth and Alma just exploded into her cum.

Cassie embraced her as she kissed her cheeks and lips softly until Alma fell asleep. A few moments later Cassie moved to her own bed and slept peacefully.

She and Alma were somewhat shy with each other the next morning as they got ready for classes but before they opened the door to go out Alma kissed Cassie softly. 

She wanted Cassie to know she had loved the previous night.

Cassie made sure Alma knew she loved the kiss.

The day went normally for them, they did not have a class together that day. Cassie however gave Mariel a soft kiss on the lips as they crossed paths in the hallway stopping Mariel cold.

Cassie smiled.

It was Wednesday and as usual several of the girls went out for an all the fried chicken you can eat special nearby. Alma and Mariel made a point of sitting next to Cassie there. As soon as they settled to eat chicken legs each pressed a thigh to Cassie.  

She smiled.

On the walk back a girl called Dana walked next to Cassie. Before they got back to the dorm they were holding hands. Most of the girls were holding hands with another so that was not an announcement of any kind.

But Mariel and Alma holding hands was. Alma was normally the most irritated by Mariel's exuberance.

When they entered the dorm Dana and Mariel followed Cassie and Alma to their room. The kissing began as soon as the door was closed behind them and all four were nude moments after.

Cassie made love to Dana as Alma made love to Mariel. As soon as those two had orgasms they switched and gave their new partners orgasms. Two other girls had come into the room and suddenly there were threesomes on each bed with frequents changes of characters.

Many orgasms later Cassie and Alma were alone in the room. Alma moved to Cassie's bed and they kissed and snuggled until they fell asleep.

They showered and dressed and kissed before venturing out the next morning. All of the participants of the previous evenings lesbian orgy kissed each others cheek as the passed by. Before the day was over several girls that had not been part of the orgy were kissing them too.

That evening Cassie and Alma walked down the dorm hallway wearing only t-shirts and visiting with others. In each and every room they had at least one pussy to savor.

It was nearly midnight before they again slept in the same bed.

The dorm usually emptied on weekends, the girls went home to visit with parents. Cassie could not, her parents lived in Italy. Mariel could not, her parents live in Costa Rica. Friday and Saturday night they began to sleep together, eventually.

That first Saturday night Mariel said to Cassie, "I'm sorry I may have turned you into a lesbian."

"You did not turn me into a lesbian, you just made me realize I was."

"I still shiver when I think about the kiss you gave me in the hallway. I didn't think you liked me in the first place and that kiss told me you did and that we would make love.

Thanks."

'You don't seem to like sixty-nines."

"I don't. I want to concentrate on what I'm doing and what its being done to me. Sixty nines are distracting."

"In that case, sit on my face please."

Mariel, Dana and Cassie were feasting on each other when Alma walked in Sunday evening. She got nude and jumped in between them. 

They heard a bed being moved and found themselves among ten bodies devouring and being devoured to their hearts content.

Ten young ladies made it through their Monday morning classes like zombies.

The dorms were closed for the holidays, Cassie usually went to New York and stayed with relatives. Alma told her that her Mom would welcome her for the duration.

"You may find that mature pussy is flavorful."

"When do we leave?"

Cassie did find that mature pussy was very tasty especially Alma's mom. Alma and her Mom's best friend entertained each other often.

Be the time school resumed Alma and Cassie considered themselves a couple although there had been no conversations about that. All their previous lovers were welcome to their bed but the large orgies had ceased by the time the school year ended, all had partners by then.

Alma and Cassie stayed for summer school and rented a room at a five room boarding house. There were eight other girls there, all couples.

The ladies did share each other but not freely, there was only one orgy and that was at the end of the summer session.

Alma and Cassie decided to keep the room for the fall semester. They did let Mariel, Dana, and two others know about the rooming house and the vacancies at that time.

Mariel did move in but with a girl they did not know called Emilia. They were distant cousins, and lovers.

Alma and Cassie got to taste Emilia often which was OK since Mariel got to taste Alma and Cassie often.

They graduated and each couple went their separate ways, briefly.

Cassie and Alma decided to form a small company of book editors and bought a large old house to work from. There were three publishing houses in their city and the young women had a lot of work from the start. They worked individually but lived in the same house with their sex partners so there was a lot of love shared. 

Alma did not stay long, she decided she was not cut out to be a lesbian. She was ready to be a Mom.

She went home and married a guy that loved her, Cassie was happy for her and was at ease being the maid of honor.

The young ladies did run into stories that were not publishable but were kind in their notes of rejection. Cassie wrote a note to an author that after delineating the the reasons for rejection added, "Your principal married the wrong person, she should have married Julia."

Six weeks later Cassie received an edited version of the story that was much better with a lot of sexual tension between the heroine called Kelly and Julia but she still had her marrying the boy Stanton.

Cassie sent her a note telling the author she was recommending the book to the publisher but still thought the girl should have married Julia.

She did not hear from the author until the book was published. It sold well.

The author, C.K. Herbert, came to see Cassie a year after the book was published. Charlotte Kelly Herbert was a vivacious redhead that immediately said, "You were right, she should have married Julia. How do I fix that?"

"You don't, your write a sequel with all the conflicts and the remorse and two really good lesbian love scenes after she realizes Stanton is cheating on her. In the third book she finally marries Julia."

"I have no idea how lesbians make love," CK said.

"Go to xhamster.com and watch the lesbian movies there. That part will be easy to write. The hard part is going to be how you convince Julia you want her."

CK smiled sadly. "Yes, that will be the hard part."

Cassie kissed her lips. She did not mean to kiss her lips, she intended to give her a reassuring hug, maybe a kiss on the cheek. But she aimed directly to her lips.

She was wondering how CK would react and noticed she had not, she was accepting the kiss. Cassie ended the kiss and looked into her eyes then kissed her again.

CK was now kissing her back.

By the fourth kiss Cassie had moved CK's hand to her breast, CK caressed it, took her hand away but when she renewed the kiss then put her hand back on Cassie's breast. 

Cassie put her hand on CK's breast and gently pinched the nipple.

CK moaned through the kiss and slid her tongue into Cassie's mouth. The intensity and passion increased slowly as breasts were exposed and kissed. Eventually they went to Cassie's bed and loved each other until they were sated. CK got dressed, kissed Cassie with love and left.

Cassie did not hear from her until CK came to her with the completed second book three months later.

CK said, "I am going to stay in town while you edit it. Point me to the nearest cheap hotel."

Cassie kissed her. She was happy to see CK but that kiss was intended to be of short duration. 

It wasn't. 

Both women needed that kiss badly. In less than ninety seconds they were in Cassie's bed devouring each other. 

They paused for food and to get her stuff out of her car and into the house.

They then resumed their lovemaking.

The following day Cassie placed part two into her list for the publisher, gave CK's book a quick read, made suggestions, then resumed her job. CK began editing her book as Cassie had suggested. There were love interruptions of course but the next five weeks went by quickly.

Finally CK's book came up in Cassie's Q. She read it in one day and thought about it for two days.

Finally she decided she needed to tell CK the bad news.

"Sweetheart, this is unpublishable. You went too fast, there are scenes out of order and characters that appear for no reason. There is little tension leading up to the fight and the fight itself is not convincing, not the end of a marriage fight.

The only parts that are excellent are the two lesbian lovemaking scenes although the first one sounded familiar."

Cassie kissed CK and smiled. The first lesbian sex scene had been exactly what had happened between them the first time.

CK was very disappointed but over the last few weeks she had seen that. She had in fact rewritten the first half of the book but thought that part was boring so had not switched the pages.

"Bring me the section you re-wrote."

"It's boring."

"I read a lot of boring, I don' mind."

Cassie found the new section well written and more in line with the story. CK had added the heroine, Kelly, growing suspicions about her husband. CK had added a scene in which she checks her husbands supposed whereabouts and learns he is not there, had not been in months. 

She asks herself if she cares. She goes to Julia to ask for her insight. The conversation is cold, Julia is distant.

As she allows a kiss Kelly intended for a cheek to land on Julia's lips. 

Julia freezes. The kiss continues but eventually ends. They look into each other's eyes, the kiss resumed.

The sex CK and Cassie shared the day they met now makes sense in the context of the story. So do the three months that passed before the second tryst. Kelly was mentally preparing for a divorce. The second sex scene was when Kelly went to Julia and told her she had filed for divorce.

The quick kiss of congratulations never ended that day.

Cassie said, "This is a good book, we need to do some heavy editing and a little rewrite but we should have it ready within two weeks."

CK dove for Cassie's lips and work that day came to an end.

Three months later CK was a bestselling author, her new book was a sensation. She went to talk shows and book signings and was seduced by famous women. She loved all that and told Cassie of every adventure along the way.

Cassie reminded her she needed to start on the third book soon before the limelight faded from her. When opportunities for sex dwindled to less than one per week CK took herself off the circuit and went back to Cassie.

Cassie did not expect her to return although that was her fondest wish and had to convince CK she was definitely welcomed back. It was then that each began to wonder what their relationship was.

The third book would tell them that.

The third book began with the divorce that was soon followed by a parting between Julia and Kelly.

Kelly wanted to celebrate her freedom and Julia accepted it. The did not communicate with each other.

They each tried to find someone but two years after they last saw each other until they met at a mutual friend's wedding. They ended up sitting next to each other at the dining table.

They lied to each other about how great their lives were while making sure they did not touch each other. After the reception they opted not to stay for the dance part and went home. That night neither could sleep so they got up, dressed and headed to the same cafe.

Kelly was there first and she was facing away from the door when Julia walked in. She immediately saw Kelly and almost turned around and left. Instead she allowed a deep sigh to escape and headed for Kelly's table.

"You couldn't sleep either I see," she said to the astonished Kelly as she sat across from her.

"No, no. I couldn't. Don't know why," Kelly answered.

Soon both had coffee and coconut pie in front of them. They had only had that combination when with each other. Both giggled.

Julia said, "Congratulations by the way, I heard you will be the principal at the new elementary school."

"Oh, thanks. Congratulations on having your third book published."

"Thanks. It will not sell as well as the first two but it is the best written."

"I will buy one."

"No need, I have one for you."

"You do? Thanks."

They talked about the wedding they had just attended and the people they seldom saw anymore. They had a second cup of coffee before deciding to go home.

"I know its late but if you still can't sleep you could use a book to read. Stop by my house on your way home and I will hand you your copy."

"Thanks, that would be nice."

Kelly pulled up to Julia's house and got out of her car and followed Julia in. She followed Julia to a stack of books on the kitchen counter and picked one out.

Kelly opened her purse and handed a pen to Julia for the inscription. Julia paused, it was the pen she had given Kelly to sign her divorce papers the day before it became final. She found her hand was shaking too much to write.

Kelly kissed her, it was a kiss intended for Julia's cheek but ended up on her lips. Julia closed her eyes and accepted it. When that kiss ended Kelly kissed her again, and again.

Julia began to kiss her back. Kelly wrapped her up in her arms. Their tongues became re-aquatinted and their hands caressed each other's ass. 

The kiss gained intensity until they found themselves naked on Julia's bed.

They loved each other. The made sure the other was taken where they wanted to be over and over. 

They fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Julia awoke she was alone in he bed. She should have expected that she thought.

She went to the bathroom and took a quick shower then went to her kitchen.

Kelly was there, still nude, drinking coffee and eating cold cereal.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," Julia answered then gave Kelly a soft kiss on the lips.

She prepared her coffee and cereal bowl and sat next to Kelly.

"Do you have anything important to do today?" Kelly asked.

"No, my laundry is it."

"Sounds boring."

"What exciting thing do you have planned for today?"

"Promise me you will say yes."

"No, no, no. You have some amazingly wild ideas that could get us hurt or arrested."

"This idea would do neither, in fact you might like it."

"OK, not on my better judgement but OK."

"Will you marry me?" Kelly said.

Julia stopped on the middle of taking a spoonful of cereal to her mouth and just stared at Kelly. She could not believe she could be so cruel to her.

But Kelly was not laughing. In fact she looked...terrified.

A tear rolled down a cheek.

It can't be, It can't be, Julia thought. 

She put her spoon down and straightened up. 

She looked at Kelly and in a quiet voice said, "Yes."

Kelly had not been breathing and she allowed a loud sob to emerge. Julia leaned over and softly kissed Kelly's lips then resumed eating her cereal and drinking her coffee.

Kelly stood, kissed Julia and said, "I will be in bed waiting for you."

Julia nodded, finished her coffee and followed Kelly to bed.

"I love you," Kelly said.

"I love you Julia said.

That was how the book ended.

Cassie was happy with it and CK was happy Cassie liked it. Cassie did some minor fixes then sent it to the publisher.

CK stayed with Cassie until the next round of interviews began. CK had been gone for two days when she called Cassie.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"The usual, too many manuscripts piled up."

"You know, most of these trips are very boring, so boring you could in fact come with me and still be able to work."

"Yeah, right. You would end up well outside the personal perks zone if you had company."

"What if I prefer the company to the perks?"

"What are you saying?"

"OK, I miss you and want you with me. You can do your editing in a nicely appointed hotel room and be treated to dinner at nice restaurants. And the best part is that one who loves you will make sure you know you are loved."

"You love me?"

"Yes."

"I will be there tonight."

"Thank you. We can get married when we end up in New Mexico."




Cassie



"Yes."

"Hurry."

Cassie and CK did get married but not in New Mexico but in California, it was the next stop on the tour.

Their Moms made it to the wedding and became best friends until a kiss intended for a cheek landed on lips. Several months later Cassie and Kelly became step-sisters.

All made Felicity their home even after the town moved. They made sure their armadillo moved with them.

They had close friends and lovers and were busy even through the change. They made new friends, aliens. They made love with the new friends and felt right at home even though as the world around them ceased to be.

Cassie wrote a book about the new world. It sold exceptionally well.



Cassie



I hadn't seen or even phoned Cassie for ages. Cramming for the grades I needed to get my first choice of course at university took dedication, graft and time. I tucked myself in my room, living on cheese and sardine sandwiches, quarter pounders with a heap of fried onions and gallons of hot sweet tea, supplied by mom at regular intervals. I growled if anyone came near, even my sweet big sister - a beautiful blonde with hair down past her shoulders and the best cleavage in town. 

Then came summer, the long wait for my grades, A*, A*, A, B. Chewed up with my need to pursue my chosen vocation, the rest of that summer was spent in preparation to begin my new studies at Lythton University. Books were my friends and the town library provided extra study material online. I'd left it until early September before I was in any mood to take a break. Then, of course, I needed cash ... cash which other guys had earned from summer jobs; cash which I didn't have. 

The beginning of September was cool, which dulled my interest to travel anywhere. Out of the blue Cassie rang me, more to catch up on stuff and wish me well in my studies. As I said at the top, I hadn't seen Cassie for ages. There were many times we'd spent hours together as kids. My aunt used to regularly invite me over for a week or three during the school summer break. This was good for Abi, now 21 and my big sister by 2½ years, for it meant a break from the endless teasing and pranks I used to play. It was good for mom for she not only had to be peacemaker but feed me too. It was good for me, because Cassie was my age not an older sister and, above all, a best friend. I really enjoyed the countryside and just being with Cassie. 

That was several years ago and sure we stayed best friends as cousins should do, but as we grew older the fortnights became weeks, became weekends and finally became the odd visit now and then when mom went to see her sister, my aunt. Of course I had school then 6th form college. I had other friends, the occasional girlfriend, rugby, swimming and numerous hobbies which mostly lasted for, on average, 3 to 4 weeks - which just about summed up my girlfriends too. Mom called them fads and fancies, I just dabbled and poked. I tried to learn guitar, to play chess, skateboard, ice skate and many other things. The swimming and rugby stuck. The other interests, like my girlfriends, came and went. 

Mom took the call and shouted to me to take the call on the upstairs extension. 

"Hi, Tony, it's Cassie." 

It took me a moment to recognise Cassie's voice. 

"Oh hi, Cassie, how's it going? We haven't spoken for ages." 

"Great. How about you?" 

"To be honest, I'm in need of a break. I've been cramming far too long and my head's all screwed up. I need a break but I've no cash." 

"You know, Tony, I was thinking the same. I'm bored, I broke up with the jerk I used to call my boyfriend and I've not much cash either. I thought I'd ring you, catch up with what's going on." 

"So how do we fix that? Any ideas then Cassie?" 

"Well you could come over for a few days, like you used to do. I'm sure mom and dad could put you up in the spare bedroom." 

Going away on holiday with my own mom and dad had kinda stopped completely. Abi had been in that mind too, a couple of weeks without mom and dad complaining about every damn thing was fantastic. At first it was fantastic. Then when favourite clothes got dirty, well they'd last another day or two. Pans and dishes stacked up, meals were burger and chips, pizzas, cheese on toast ... you get the gist. I guess that's when Abi and I stopped the teasing, petty arguments, blaming each other over trivial things. We learned to work together. 

Once I'd stopped pranking Abi I started to actually enjoy having her around. Sure, the dishes stacked up, sure we still ran out of favourite clothes. But Abi could cook, knew how the washing machine worked, was someone who I could talk to and, most of all, Abi enjoyed those low cut sweaters and opened shirt buttons when my mates came around, even serving us cold drinks while we played video games, bending to carefully place the glasses on the low coffee table. Abi became the tease and entertainer. 

As the time we were left to survive came to an end, Abi was the one who insisted everything was clean and tidy. Sometimes we finished literally minutes before our parents returned. 

I'd already learned during summer stays with Cassie just how much we were growing up, we were changing, that girls tasted good once you learned how to kiss properly. And nobody really minded if you went skinny dipping in the lake occasionally. 

It had started as just a dare. The small lake was ideal for a swim and to cool off during the few really hot days of the British summer. It was too tempting to resist when no-one was around and Cassie told me she had been there a number of times on her own. Who would know she was as naked as in the bath tub when there was no one to see? I guess I was nervous at first, even embarrassed, but I soon came to enjoy the freedom of swimming without restricting swim shorts. 

I smiled to myself as our phone conversation continued. 

"I'd like that Cassie. Perhaps we could do some walks, even camp out in a tent in one of your dad's fields." I suddenly remembered one time we'd set the tent up in a field recently vacated by some of his cows. There were cow pats everywhere. I just got used to the smell, it was part and parcel of country life. 

"Tell you what, Tony, I'll speak with mom later and ring you back." Then we talked for ages, memories flooded back. Eventually Cassie hung up. I just couldn't wait for her phoning back. 

When I stopped to think about it, it had been quite some while since Cassie and I had spent some time together alone, I guess as much as 3 years since we'd had some quality time together. She, like me, studied hard at school. She, like me, valued a good friend more than a casual relationship with the opposite sex. About an hour later my mobile rang. 

"Mom says fine," said Cassie, "When do you want to come over?" 

"As soon as you like." 

"Tomorrow OK? " 

"Sure, I'll tell mom." 

Cassie rang back later to say all was well ... my aunt said I could stay as long as I wanted, a few days in fresh country air would be good for me. I packed all I would need and the following day I was on the bus to my uncle's farm. 

"I told you to give Tony a ring," aunt Sarah had told Cassie. "You've been wandering like a lost soul for the last few weeks. At least you've got someone who likes being on the farm and going for walks. And if you get bored you can both help dad on the farm." 

***** 

Aunt Sarah was waiting near the bus stop on the main route at the very edge of their nearest town, ready to drive me the three miles into the countryside and 100 yards up the rutted farm track. Cassie of course was with her which gave a short time for us two to chat. Lunch was a salad with home cooked ham followed by home made cake. Like many farmers wives, aunt Sarah was an excellent cook. 

Although September had started cool, the temperature was starting to gradually rise. By the time lunch was over and I'd chatted a while with aunt Sarah, Cassie and I decided to take a walk out. 

"I'm glad you've come," said Cassie, "I haven't gone for a walk for ages. My last boyfriend didn't really like being out here and I much prefer having someone to walk with." 

Cassie seemed to instinctively know what paths to take. I remember when I was much younger aunt Sarah went with us, just in case I got parted from Cassie and got lost. After a couple of years the escorting stopped. I'd a pretty good idea of a few landmarks to check if we separated, and I knew most of the wider paths back to the farm house. 

"Let's walk through the woodland," suggested Cassie. 

"Fine by me," I answered. We'd been through before, several times. It wasn't on uncle's land, but there was a little-used public right of way through much of it. In any case Cassie knew most of the local people. 

Through lunch and as we walked, I couldn't help but notice how Cassie had changed. At 15 Cassie was wearing dental braces, was a little overweight (aunt Sarah, I told you, was a good cook), and had a bit of problem with teenage acne. Now 3 years later she was a young woman. Some fat had moved from belly to butt, leaving her slimmer but not skinny and with an amply curved rump. The dental ironwork had worked perfectly. Shiny white teeth, arranged perfectly, gave her a smile that many women would envy. Her breasts had filled a little and matured to those of a young woman, the thin fabric of her tee-shirt clinging excellently to those delightfully firm orbs. They were not large though - some might even call them small, nowhere near Abi's, but I was never going to complain. Cassie was damn near perfect. 

"We turn here," she said, pointing to a narrower track. The trees were denser now and the smells of wild garlic and patches of stinging nettles filled our nostrils. 

"Sshhh!" Cassie put a finger to her mouth. "If we're quiet we may see a rabbit, or a shy bird. Listen out." 

"OK," I whispered back. Cassie lagged a little, keeping her eyes peeled. 

"Look," she whispered again, putting her hands to my waist to stop me. She stood close, behind me, so close her breasts were pressing against my back. 

Turning my head gently, she pointed. "There," her lips to my ear, her voice as low as she could possibly manage, "A red squirrel." 

I knew how rare they were in England, the more aggressive grey squirrels competing for and stealing food from their red cousins. 

"Wow" was all I could say. 

Cassie still held my waist, as if she were afraid I would move and scare the shy creature. Her breasts, amazingly firm, now pressed tightly against me. Her breath, from her open mouth, blew gently against my neck. The light fragrance of, what, her perfume? Her hair? Her body spray? I didn't know. Whatever it was, it was pleasing to my nose against the pungent smell of wild garlic. 

I suddenly realised my body was reacting. Stupid really, as I'd known Cassie since I was tiny. There had never been any hint of arousal when we were younger, even when swimming in the lake; curiosity, yes, but never anything sexual. We stood, silent, for several minutes before the shy animal quickly climbed a tree and out of our sight. 

I had been surprised at my body's unintentional reaction. Surprised but pleased. 

I started to walk on a little faster but Cassie slowed me. 

"What's the rush?" she said. "We have all afternoon." 

She took my hand to encourage me to walk at her pace. Her hand was warm and soft. I felt an involuntary shiver pass through me. My arousal continued, my embarrassing but noticeable bulge hard to miss. 

I'd had learned, gradually at first then suddenly faster than ever, that this natural male biological mystery had a mind of its own. When I peed it was little more than an average sized water pipe. In the showers at school and college I never had any reason to be ashamed of its size. No more, no less than adequate, neither the smallest nor by any means the longest of my peers. It was average. 

But at certain times, encouraged by unsought mental stimulation, it was like Topsy; it just grew and grew, swelling and increasing in girth, longer and thicker. OK, occasionally I admit I encouraged it to do that, in bed at night, recalling memories of a particular girl, or of a friend's mom who happened to have forgotten she'd left her bikini top off before snoozing, sat on the recliner on the patio, taking in some rare English summer sun. It was amusing to see the youthful strength of my erection able to tent the bedsheets and the sheer blissful relaxation when my own finger manipulations coaxed it into releasing its load. 

Sometimes, and this was the oddest of all, it awoke me, mid-dream, firing that sacred, sticky, gooey fluid into my boxers at some absurd hour during the night. With it came a delightful mix of euphoria and guilt. Mom never ever made any comment though when my stained boxers went into the laundry. She most likely assumed I was growing up and everything functioned as it should. 

It wasn't until the path widened again that Cassie was able to walk by my side easily. I saw her glance down. She said nothing. Instead she interlocked our fingers in the way young lovers do. We slowed even more, watching carefully for any signs of forest life. It was so silent, so peaceful, only the noise of the occasional snapping of a dried twig to break the silence. I drew in breaths of the scented but clean woodland air. I felt relaxed but alive. My senses seemed hyper alert, savouring the woodland blend of smells, hearing every sound made by nearby creatures, enjoying the intimate touch of our intertwined fingers. 

"Branch right, here." said Cassie, suddenly, pointing to another narrow path. "Let's see what we can find." 

The narrow path made it awkward to walk hand in hand, but as Cassie slipped her arm around my waist we found we could. 

"Can't you take a hint?" she asked, after we'd walked a dozen steps further. 

Her hand moved to my butt. I did likewise. "Is that better?" 

Cassie nodded. "You guys are so slow at times. And you, Tony, are even slower. Don't tell me you're still so shy." 

I didn't answer. 

She glanced again at my bulge, which had been reducing in size but became full again as soon as my hand rested on her delightfully curved rump. Cassie was wearing a short, loose fitting skirt and the thinness of the fabric meant I could easily feel the smoothness of her butt underneath. This only served to fuel my arousal. I may well have been shy but that didn't mean the autoboost function in my brain was defective. Smooth butt flesh, as many guys have witnessed, automatically adds length and girth to the male reproductive equipment. In an 18 year old virile male, shy or not, this reflex is nigh impossible to override. 

We walked on slowly, Cassie occasionally stopping to point out some animal or bird. It had been barely an hour since we'd left the house. I was content to let time pass slower and slower; I hadn't been this relaxed for a long time. Cassie pulled me over to the trunk of an older, larger tree, turned me round and gently pushed me back against the tree. 

Leaning against me Cassie said, "I taught you how to kiss, let's see how well you remember." 

With that she kissed me lightly with closed lips, then more firmly so I was well aware of their touch, their softness, their moistness, with just a hint of either lipstick or sun protection-come-moistener, perhaps aloe vera. Little by little her jaw relaxed, allowing her mouth to open and lips gently part. As she did so her crotch rubbed against mine. Without allowing her to make any hint or suggestion, I again put my hands on her butt. This simple mound of flesh, fat and 'gluteus maximus' felt good to touch. I pulled her to me, increasing the pressure where our bodies met. Her pussy was now tight against my swelling. I dared myself to slowly raise her skirt. My hands touched bare flesh briefly before Cassie reached around, moved my hands away and pulled her skirt back down. 

"No, Tony. Don't." 

Then, amazingly it was as before. I had been chastised. The matter had ended. 

Almost automatically, without even thinking, our mouths opened wider. We were both getting more and more aroused when Cassie pulled back a little. 

"Wait," she said, almost apologetically, "Not just yet." 

I was puzzled. Cassie was running hot then cold. Did she feel guilty? Unsure? Confused? 

Finally she broke the silence. "That was some kiss", she said, smiling. "You've been practising." 

"Ssshh!" I put my finger to my lips, and quickly returned my hands to where they had been. Cassie didn't need to say any more. They say actions speak louder than words. I began to move my hips, pulling her butt even tighter to me as we kissed deeply again. 

Suddenly Cassie broke the kiss. "No, Tony. Not so fast." 

I eased off pushing my cock against her pussy and we were soon totally engrossed in a deep, loving kiss. I was, what, 14 when Cassie first kissed me fully, like now, an open mouthed kiss which I will never forget. At that time I'd been very nervous and far from relaxed. That's all it ever was, a nervous but welcome kiss, my nervousness preventing an erection. 

I'd kissed many girls since then. I was aware now that my penis had swollen greatly, engorged with blood as nature had specified and through the thin fabric of my summer pants it would be very visible. Except that, at the moment, it wasn't visible, near to but not pressing against the equivalent part of Cassie's body. Then suddenly I could feel her hips oh so gently pressing against me again, moving, rotating, as if she was trying to override her own objections and so bring herself the same arousal. Even within the kiss there was a little murmur of approval. Then after a while she pulled away again. 

I was frustrated, I didn't know what teasing game Cassie was playing. 

"Come on, I think that's enough for one day. Let's walk some more," said Cassie, pulling at my hand. 

At first I was annoyed, but Cassie was my friend and my cousin, not my girlfriend or lover. What I'd felt, and I'm sure she felt too, was good. It was a pity that it ended. 

Cassie glanced down, much to my embarrassment. The outline of my fully hardened penis was plain to see. 

She smiled. "Wow." 

As we walked I began to feel quite hot. Cassie too was sweating, even though we were walking at a slow pace. We were now hand in hand again, fingers interlocked. I could see a brightness appear, the edge of the forest. We were soon in a field again but with no sign of a pathway. The grass had grown back from the hay cut in June, possibly once more and it was 3 or 4 inches high. 

"This is one of dad's fields," said Cassie. "Sometimes he has cows in here. Do you remember when we camped and the cow pats?" 

I laughed. "Certainly do." 

The afternoon was warming more. Cassie wiped sweat from her brow. "Fancy a swim?" she asked, a cheeky grin on her face. 

"But we've no swimwear." My reply sounded blunt. 

"That never stopped us before. Remember?" 

I turned to face Cassie. "That was several years ago." 

"So what?" 

For the first time, I was aware of Cassie's nipples poking out from under her tee-shirt. I wondered if it was from the kiss, the anticipation of the swim or simply walking along, totally relaxed hand in hand with a very good friend; her cousin. Cassie caught me off guard. 

"A boy's eyes can't lie," she told me. It was very obvious where I was looking. 

"Well?" she waited for my answer. 

"Why not?" I said at last. "Sounds good." 

"Race you," Cassie challenged. It was a sound I'd heard before, many times. 

I thought I was fit, and even if I wasn't I should have won. I didn't. Cassie was far more used to the fields although I'd swear I'd win if we were on a running track. Cassie, without any hint of embarrassment had started peeling off her tee-shirt. It wasn't until she'd removed a pale green thong and we were totally naked that she challenged me. 

"Well, cousin. You were mentally undressing me before. Here, take a look." 

"That's not fair and you know it," I retorted. "What about my bulge? You snuck more than a glance." 

"So, we're even. Last one to the far bank has to pose." 

She was off, diving in without regard to the temperature of the water. I quickly followed, my regular swimming paying dividends. I hoisted myself out of the water just as Cassie took the last stroke. Just seeing her there, water dripping, hair soaking wet caused me to get a gentle swell. 

"OK, pose!" 

"OK, OK. Don't pee yourself," her breathing heavy from the exertion of swimming. 




Cassie



She stood, arms akimbo, a cheesy grin rather than a smile on her face. Apart from passing her hair through a closed fist to remove most of the lake water, her hair still dripped. Slimmer than I remembered her, though by no means too slim, her breasts, waist and hips seemed to blend well together. 

Her face, beads of water dripping from the tip of her cute nose, was round, framed at the side by shoulder length deep auburn hair. There was an upturn at the sides of her lips, giving her a natural smile, but right now she had that 'I don't want my photo taken' kind of cheesy grin, no doubt annoyed at being beaten in the short swim across the lake. 

My eyes moved down. Her breasts weren't large, but perfectly adequate. Not symmetrical, but not out of shape either. Neither were they small, but I suppose it all depended on the opinion of the viewer. Her nipples still stood proud - again, enough to be noticed but in perfect proportion to her breasts; dusky pink, with pale brown areola. 

That most interesting triangle, bounded by hip bones above and the meeting of her legs below, had more beads of lake water still clinging. Pussy lips were obscured a little by, as far as I could tell, a laziness in trimming. At some time fairly recently, Cassie had shaved or waxed but not kept her pubes trimmed and there was enough hair there to just slightly hide the groove. Her legs, in relation to the rest of her body, should have been slim. Her love of walking, cycling and swimming however made her leg and thigh muscles strong and this overrode any natural slimness. Toenails, like her fingernails, were decorated with a medium pink nail polish. This, to my mind, was a fitting touch to enhance a perfect, and well used, pair of feet. 

"Well, have you seen enough?" she teased, watching my eyes devour her, arms now crossed, "Or would you like a close-up?" She watched my eyes again take in her tip to toe beauty, pausing in their return gaze at the slightly obscured slit which many men, and some women, find hypnotic. I was hard again, rock hard. 

"No, it's fine." 

"That's the correct answer." Cassie teased again, "Because you're not getting one." 

I was embarrassed again by the state of my love rod. Cassie just stood, her gaze revealing all. Mental photo-shoot over we swam again, making the most of the freedom of having no swimwear. Ducking, diving, swimming, lazily sculling, playing tag, taking in a quick kiss or two, and a hug when the tagger caught the pursued. There is something strangely extra sexual when both bodies are almost completely submerged in water. Then the tagged one furiously swam away to avoid being tagged back. 

We came out of the water, exhausted and exhilarated to enjoy the gentle warm breeze caressing our skin, hugging and kissing again before finally returning to where our clothes were heaped. We lay naked on the grass, just talking, catching up on life, relaxing, forgetting all thoughts of studies and exams. 

"Cassie," I said after much consideration, "Don't take this the wrong way, but I couldn't help but be amazed how much you've changed." 

"In what way?" 

"In every way. Your boobs, your hair, face, lips, waist, legs and ... " 

"And my pubes, my butt and anything in between." 

"Well, yes." 

"My boobs, as you call them," she sat up, cupped them, raising both as if in an uplifting bra, "Aren't big enough." Silence, as if she was considering her next words. "Do you think they are?" 

She waited for my approval. It wasn't the first time I'd heard a girl say that. 

"I think they're just right. You're simply gorgeous." 

'Hell,' I thought, amazed at what for me was a very forward remark. 

"And you too," she continued. "When we kissed. Your penis, your dick ... whatever name you give it. You know, you're quite well blessed." 

"Thank you," was all I could muster. 

I'd swear a blush appeared on her face, my observations finally hitting home. "You've never said that before." 

"I really mean it Cassie." 

She paused, reaching forward, touching my upper arms. "And you're so strong too." 

Laid down again, she leaned over and kissed me, letting her lips linger for a while, moving away, realising the real intimacy our nakedness presented, then kissing me again. Leaning over more she turned, her leg crossing over and resting on mine. Immediately I again felt a swelling; that comforting, pleasing swelling. 

She giggled. "You need to get that thing to behave, but everything seems to work OK." 

And there it ended. I wasn't going to quench my frustration by forcing myself on my cousin. Things would surely take their course. Time would tell. 

We lay on the coarse grass for a while longer, the sun drying then warming our bodies. I must have dozed, the fresh country air, the walk, the swim and the warmth of the late summer sun compelling my body to relax and sleep. 

Some time later, half asleep, I could feel just the slightest tickle on my leg, the way an insect would do. But no, the tickle was moving randomly. One moment it was at the bottom of one leg, then the other. A few moments later the fingers, for even with my eyes closed I knew it was Cassie's fingers, moved to my sides - first the right then the left. Upwards to my man nipples, down again, then my legs, my thighs. As the fogginess of sleep cleared my brain I became more and more aware of the strength of my erection. It was steely, solid, harder than I could ever remember. 

"Cassie," I began. 

"Sshh! Stay still. Don't talk. I was a bitch before, I shouldn't have teased. I've been thinking about what you said." 

I didn't answer. I lay, eyes closed, giving myself up to her will, her entertainment. 

Cassie's fingers moved again, this time along the most sensitive part of my inner thighs, brushing lightly under my balls and then, as slow as slow could be, along the length of my shaft. Thumb and finger hardly touched the skin but I felt every tiny fraction of each inch. Half way, three-quarters of the way upwards and then she stopped. 

She pinched, pulled and released my nipples, then kissed and licked them both. Her fingers returned to ticking my legs, sides, thighs, groin in rapid random movements. Then my balls, shaft, stopping short of touching the sensitive glans. I could feel pre-cum working its way out of my pee hole until suddenly Cassie stopped. 

The tension, the pleasurable tension had built within me. Every part, every square inch of my skin felt so alive, so buzzing. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her fingers touched their ultimate target. Oh my they touched! Cassie was talented in the best possible way. Her fingers and thumb never stopped moving, pre-cum lubricated, gliding over the most sensitive part of my manhood. 

Gradually her fingers sped up. She was wanking me and it wasn't long before I felt I would explode. Just then she switched from fingers to mouth, her moist warm lips closing around my very tip, kissing rather than licking, gently moving her lips on my exposed glans in such a way as to torment me. 

The minutes ticked by. Every time I thought I would shoot she stopped, paused a while, then continued the torment. Finally, her mouth opened to swallow as much as she could of me, even gagging a couple of times. This time she didn't stop. I shot what seemed like gallons of cum into her mouth. I'd had some girls BJ me but this girl, my precious sexy cousin, had given me the best ever. 

Cassie spat out most of my cum, sucking some more to clean up any residue. She spat again. I felt so chilled, so relaxed like I'd never felt for months, even years. I must have dozed again for Cassie's voice woke me. 

"Tony," she said, gently. 

"Hmmm?" I answered. 

"You aren't going to neglect me, are you?" 

"Hmmm" was my sole reply before I dozed again. 

"Tony," more urgently this time. 

"Later." I was totally chilled out and felt like a cat does when he gets the whole carton of cream. 

"TONY! Fuckin' wake up NOW." 

"OK, OK, don't piss yourself Cassie." 

"A girl has needs too." 

Reluctantly I rolled over. If Cassie had needs then it was my bounden duty to satisfy them, but to follow her sterling performance would be nigh impossible. 

OK, I'll admit it. There had been one or two occasions recently that I'd made a feeble attempt at frigging a girl, but to be honest it had never got beyond stinky pinkies. Much of the time my interest in rugby was enough to win a blow job, especially if I'd manage to kiss a girl to her expectations. Sure, I'd also won the right to feel a girl's tits, especially on the odd occasion when I'd dodged enough of the opposition to score the winning try. 

Sometimes girls would hang around after the match. Sometimes I'd even get a party invite. If some girls got to see enough muscle, whether it be on the rugby field or in the swimming pool, you got an automatic invitation. My biggest downfall was my shyness, even with an eager mouth and tongue urging me on. Sometimes nature found its own solution. Once the outline of my love muscle was rapidly increasing in size, well, girls became curious and who was I to attempt to deny their curiosity? 

Cassie already had my problem worked out in her head. 

"Tony, you haven't ... you haven't ... been down there with any girls, have you?" 

I could feel my face flushing. I didn't reply. 

"Oh, my sweet Tony. You don't know what to do, do you?" 

I felt ashamed. 18 years old, ready to face university life, and I was still a virgin. Not only had I never fucked a girl but I'd just selfishly taken advantage of what they'd freely given me. I knew, and the girls who'd become temporary girlfriends knew, that I liked the scent 'down there' and had given in to my desires, sometimes even offering me panties to borrow. 

Abigail - Abi to all who who knew her - my big sister wasn't (I'm pretty sure) aware of this because I was always very careful to replace her panties exactly where I'd found them. OK, OK, I'll admit it was pervy, but a nose full of pheromone enhanced pussy fragrance could cure any temporary stress or tiredness. Pussy odour, even with mild pissy fragrances, could make the weak be strong, and the strong become weak at the knees. 

"Tony. I'm sorry." There was a look of genuine worry on her face. "I honestly didn't mean to upset you. I just didn't think." 

She paused, lost in her own thoughts for a few moments. 

"I'm sorry too," I said. "It's been really good up to now." 

"Perhaps," Cassie started, still half-lost in thought, "Perhaps ..." 

She motioned for me to move around, her legs opening to reveal that most intimate part of her. 

"Fuck, I'm so damned horny. Watch me." 

Get real! She had my utmost attention without having to ask. She shut her eyes and slowly, almost awkwardly, began to finger herself. 

"Consider this a big favour, Tony. I wouldn't ever do this in front of any other guy." 

I watched, helplessly entranced as her fingers moved carefully in and out of her slit, gliding further down, taking up the slick lubrication which was already there. As if to make clear to me the target of her attention, she gently parted the lips which hid her clit. 

"Just here," she added. "Watch." 

Slowly, stealthily, her face contorting in an odd fashion, she gave her already engorged clit the friction it needed. 

"My nipples, Tony. Pull them, tweak them. Roll them in your fingers." 

Although unwilling to divert my gaze from her sex, I did as she asked. Her breathing became deeper, faster. After a few minutes of this and I could easily sense the pleasurable tension building within her. 

"Now we swap." 

Giving me no time for hesitancy Cassie took my right hand and directed the middle fingers to her love bud. It felt hard and almost like a mini cock. 

"Now stay there." 

She let go of my hand. It was easy, as a swollen clit is hard to miss. She grabbed her nipples hard, pulling and squeezing. Her breathing deepened more. Her face screwed up in intense concentration. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips. 

"No. Concentrate. You've moved." She released a nipple to guide my fingers and position them exactly where felt best. "Stay there." 

This time I took more care. At her request I slowed the speed and pressure of my two fingers. Her breaths became sharp and snatched as my fingers became wet with her lubrication. A low pitched sound of pleasure escaped her open mouth. Dirty, vulgar words of encouragement came out. 

"Now lick me." 

I stalled. 

"For fuck's sake Tony, put your tongue where your fingers are." 

It was awkward with Cassie laid flat on the grass. 

"Wait." 

With some awkwardness she arched herself up then caught her legs around my neck. Her pussy, and in particular her clit, was now perfectly placed. Her nectar tasted good. Slowly at first I licked and nibbled at her ever growing clit. Her sighs of delight and soft murmurs of pleasure assured me that I was getting something right. Then as I got more confident and my tongue got faster her body began to move. Legs now locked in place meant I had no escape and she had to apologise when they gripped me too hard. Her increasing moans of pleasure built louder and louder until suddenly her body convulsed in wild and uncontrolled orgasm. 

My tongue ached. My neck ached from the involuntary squeezes of her legs. 

Releasing me from the stranglehold she said simply, "Kiss me." 

We kissed, laid on the grass, aside our clothes near the water's edge. Nothing in the world mattered to either of us. All the weeks of stress had been released. 

Of course, I now had a full and aching erection again. Nature's most obvious solution would have been to fuck Cassie until we were both exhausted, but it was something I'd never done; never with Cassie and never with anyone else. 

Cassie, pleased that she'd taught me one life skill, something really useful, took me in her mouth again. That was to become the first and only time I've been sucked off twice in so short a time. 

Dressed again, walking slowly back through the forest track, we returned to the farm. Nothing much was said but we stopped 3, maybe 4 times to kiss and cuddle. This time there were no prick teasing games. Our hands roved with no restrictions whatsoever. 

From that day on, the relationship between Cassie and I had changed completely. 

I felt sure that this holiday was going to be the best I'd ever had.



Cassie



Cassie and I have known each other since we were kids. I still remember the first time we met each other. I was being pummeled by the neighborhood bullies when suddenly I saw a brown flash. When I finally found my glasses off the floor I saw the bullies running away and Cassie looking at me. From then on we were inseparable. Cassie, though, had a very domineering personality. She would tell me what to do and I was okay with it. First off, the bullies were way too scared to mess with me when I was around her. Secondly, I don't like to make decisions and she was usually right anyways. 

Even though Cassie is Latina and I'm Sri Lankan my mom took to Cassie instantly. I think my mom saw a lot of herself in Cassie. I never really had to make a decision in life because my mom or Cassie would make it for me. They became my life strategists. 

While I went through life not really caring about anything, Cassie knew what she wanted from the beginning. A year after we met, at the tender age of six, she declared that we were going to get married in the future. Now I might not care about much but I knew enough that I didn't want to get married in the future. Cassie, though, had planned everything in advance and she knew my secret, candy. 

"If you say that you'll marry me, I'll give you a Butterfinger." 

"Butterfinger? Ok then." I stupidly replied. 

Thus, at the age of six I was betrothed to marry. 

Cassie and I did everything together. We walked to school together, hung out at recess and lunch and hung out after class. I don't think I spent any of my time awake away from her. Although, it was more that Cassie told me what to do and I did it. It wasn't all bad though. Cassie was the more social, interacting type. While I was quiet and just kept to myself. So I got a whole bunch of friends just through association. Although, it was more like they put up with me so that they could hang with Cassie because they knew we came in a package. 

When we turned fourteen though things started to change. Cassie went through puberty first and damn god spent a lot of time on her. She developed a slamming body with a face and boobs that could put Victoria's Secret to shame. Add her hint of a Latin accent and she was every guy's dream. Whenever, we went out all the guys around us looked at her. I even saw some of the male and female teachers check her out! 

I on the other hand must have been what god had to make in a rush. I was a scrawny kid with asthma, acne and braces. I bet a teenage Bill Gates didn't even look as geeky as me. Cassie, never left me alone though. Even when she became a cheerleader and I a mathlete she never left my side. One day we were walking to class, her in her cheerleading outfit for our high school pride day, when I heard a voice. 

"Ayy, chica! Why are you with that loser? Come over here and I'll show a real good time. I'm a real man and I'll make sure that you'll be screaming my name tonight." 

I looked over and saw Chet Anderson, star running back. I looked around and saw that everyone was looking at me to defend Cassie. 

Cassie was having none of that though. 

"Oh, so you think you're man enough for me?" 

"Girl, I know that I'm man enough for you. And I ain't no wimp like that stick you got there." 

"Yeah I heard about how man you are. Your ex-girlfriend told me all about that stub you call a penis. No wonder you're always angry. With a dick that small there's no way anyone can jack that thing off." 

"What'd you say to me bitch?" he exclaimed. 

"You heard me puto. Maybe you need some help, your dick is T-I-N-Y!" she replied. 

"Bitch take that back before I beat you silly!" 

"Come at me bro! I'm right here. You think I'm afraid of you?" 

At this point, I think he knew that there was no way he was going to win this argument. If he did beat her up he'd be a woman abuser. If he got beat up by her though he'd be the laughingstock of the school. The star running back who got beat up by the freshman cheerleader. So he turned his attention to me. 

"Not even going to try defending your girl? What a pussy." He said. 

"Don't you dare call him a pussy! You're just mad because you're jealous of him." Cassie angrily said. 

"Jealous of him? What would I be jealous of? He has so much acne he looks like a pepperoni pizza." He scoffed. 

"You're jealous of him because you know he's going to make something of yourself, while you'd be lucky to be mopping up floors when you're 30. He's going to be a doctor and you're gonna be that creepy old guy who talks about his high school days. And while we're wearing out the springs in our bed, you'll be sleeping behind a dumpster." She yelled. 

Once she said that everybody went silent and just looked at me while I had the biggest boner I ever had. I saw a lot of looks of jealousy. From then on no one hit on Cassie. Everybody knew she was taken and that wasn't going to change. Once we were walking home though, I asked her if what she said was all true. 

She just looked at me and said. 

"Of course, silly." 

"So umm..., you know, when do you think we're going to have sex?" I said my face getting redder with every word. 

Suddenly, she got close to me seductively and whispered in my ear. 

"You want to have sex right now?" 

"Y..Y...Yeah" I managed to stammer. 

"Not yet tiger, when I have sex I don't want to have any birth control around. No pills, no condoms, no anything. Just me and you. But we can't risk having a kid right now, we're too young. Don't ya think?" 

"Yeah, of course." I said just to please her. Honestly, at that point I didn't care what would happen after sex. 

"Don't worry tiger, when we do have sex I'll make sure that all this waiting will be worth it." 

I couldn't fucking wait. 

High school went on and we ended up getting good grades, although mine were slightly better. We ended up going to university together, me on scholarship. Because of school policy though the dorms were unisex. Which means for the first time in my life, I was going to live apart from my mom or Cassie. Having freedom was weird. Without having a girl tell me what to do I was kinda lost for the first couple of weeks. I mean Cassie still did come over a lot and hang out but since I was a bio major and Cassie was a sociology major we had separate classes. 

With college, came a fresh start, and I was determined not to mess it up. Luckily, my acne had gone away and I got my braces taken off a week before. My body filled out too so I was better looking, a little above average. Suddenly, a lot of girls were coming up to talk to me during class. This never happened before because in my hometown, girls knew that they'd have to go through Cassie to get to me, not that they were interested anyways. This one pretty blonde girl, named Jen, started sitting next to me in Chem class. We started talking and she seemed really cool. 

"Hey you doing anything on tonight?" Jen asked one day in class. 

"Probably studying for the midterm tomorrow, what's up?" I replied. 

"My sorority is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come." 

"Eh, sounds fun. I'll think about it." 

"Ok, let me know." 

When I got home that day, Cassie was waiting for me in my room. 

"Hey sexy. How was class?" she asked. 

"It was alright. I got invited to a party." 

"Oh cool, when?" 

"Tonight." I said. 

"Tonight? I thought you had the midterm tomorrow." 

"Yeah I do." 

"You planning on going?" 

"Maybe. I don't know I'll think about it." 

"You're not going." She said. 

Throughout my life I never really had any friends that I made myself. And god help that I might lose the first friend that I actually got myself. 

"Why the hell not? Maybe for once in my life I just want to have fun." 

Cassie looked at me in shock, I don't think I even disagreed with her once since we were six. 

"You have a goddamn test tomorrow and did u forget you're on scholarship?" She finally said regaining her composure. "You need to have a good G.P.A to keep it and I talked to your mom and know that there isn't enough money to keep you in school without that scholarship." 

"You know what, I'm going to do what I want. This is my life and I can make my own fucking decisions!" I exclaimed. And with that I walked out of the room, called Jen and told her that I can come. 

By the time I got to the party it was in full swing. I had just walked through the door when I suddenly felt two big mounds on my back and heard "You made ittttt!!" 

I turned around and saw Jen totally plastered with her boobs barely hanging in her bra. "Let's have some fun!" she said and took my hand. 

After that my memory gets a bit cloudy, all I know is that I must have drank a whole lakes worth of alcohol. I woke up so hungover I'm surprised I could even walk to take my test. 

From then on I partied with Jen any chance I got. Everything was good until one seemingly normal night. We were riding a five game winning streak in beer pong when we eventually lost. At this point Jen and I were totally plastered. 

"Hey sexy, wanna have some more fun?" She said with a wink. 

"Hell, ya!" I said not knowing what I was getting into. 

She took me by the hand and let me to a dark corner in the party. And held me real close. 

"You know, I can tell you're still a virgin." She said. 

"How did you know?" I replied shamefully. 

"You can just tell these things. I thought you had that girlfriend from high school?" 

"Yeah, she doesn't want to have sex yet though." 

"Ahh that's too bad. You know that all guys have needs. It's a girlfriend's job to make sure that they're met. They can't rely on porn all the time. And guessing from how red your face is turning that's exactly what you do." She said while laughing. 

"You know, I can help you with that." she said suddenly cupping my crotch. "Damn, you sure do have a nice package, I'm surprised that you're still a virgin." 

"Come with me and I'll make sure that that ends tonight." Jen said seductively in my ear. 

Now it was all fun and games hanging out with Jen so far. But now she was actually offering me sex. To be honest, I was ready to take it. But then a picture of Cassie popped into my head. How she saved me from all those bullies, took care of me when I was sick and never left my side in high school even though I was the biggest loser in school. I knew what I had to do. 

I ripped myself from Jen's grasp. 

"I'm sorry, you're a great girl but I can't do this." I finally said. 

"Are you serious? You're denying me?" She said confused. 

"You rather stay a virgin? Than be with me?" she exclaimed "You're a fucking idiot! I can't believe I spent so much time with you! I could have had any guy I wanted! The only reason I even chose you is because I wanted to take you away from that bitch. She always gets the looks from guys, even when I'm around her. I wanted to get back at her, hitting her where it hurts, you. And now you're denying me?" 

"Don't you dare call her a bitch!" I said my balls finally dropping. "She's the best girl a guy could ask for. And it ain't my fault you're so ugly that guys don't notice you. No wonder you always dress like a tramp, the only way you can get guys is by being the town bicycle. Everybody gets a free ride huh?" 

With that I turned around and left the party with Jen shocked, mouth gaping behind me. 

After that I had to go on a walk to clear my head. So by the time I got back to my dorm room I was pretty much sober. 

When I walked in, I saw Cassie inside. 

"So how was the party?" she asked. 

"Eh, it was okay." I replied, not wanting her to know anything. 

"Well all these parties must have been fun, your grades have been slipping you know. Do you even check your mail?" She asked. 

"What?" I said dumbfounded. 

"Look." She said while showing me a letter from the university. "This is a warning letter saying that, they're going to take away your scholarship if your grades don't improve." 

I just stared at the letter watching my life fall apart. 

Finally, I said "well don't worry about it, I don't think I'm going to be invited to a party anytime in the future." 

"Why is that?" she asked. 

"Don't worry about it, it just won't happen again." 

"I was at the party tonight you know." She said softly. 

"You were?" I said my eyes getting wide. "What did you hear?" 

"Everything she said." 

"So are you here to break up with me?" I asked, not wanting to really know the answer. 

"No, tiger. I saw you push her away. She was a bitch, but she was right. I don't take care of your needs. I think it's time to change that." 

And with that she got grabbed me by the wrists and threw me on the bed. 

"In my family, the woman is always the boss. That's because guys will let you do anything as long as you make sure their needs are met. Unfortunately, I haven't been keeping my side of the bargain. No wonder you started hanging out with that girl. She would have done anything to be with you. I'm going to make sure that that won't happen again. Plus, if you stop going to those parties I know that your grades are going to go up." She said. 

"Now just relax and enjoy." She whispered into my ear as she started to take off my clothes. 

"Hmmm, look at this huge cock" she said while holding my penis. "I can't believe that I never had this before." And with that she started to go up and down on my cock with her hand. Then she licked the tip and took the entire 6 inches of my dick in her mouth. 

Even though it was my first time, it felt like heaven. I looked down to see the most beautiful girl I knew going up and down on my dick. She then took it out and started liking it like a lollipop. That almost made me cum right there. 

"Oh look at that, some pre-cum shot out." she said giggling "I wonder how it tastes?" She then took her tongue and licked my head. "Mhmmm, this tastes good, I need to do this more often. I bet the real thing tastes even better." Then she went back to sucking my cock. 

"You know I've been practicing with my dildo for this moment." She said after coming back up. "I hope you appreciate it. Just let me know when you're about to cum." 

Since this was the first time I actually had a girl on my dick after about a minute of head, I was close to cumming. "I'm about to cum!" 

She immediately took her mouth off my cock. 

"Sorry, I'm not going to let you cum yet. I got plans for your cum." 

She then pushed me off the bed. And started taking off all her clothes seductively. She took off every piece so slowly that I just wanted to rip it off her and get it over with. I thought I was just going to cum just looking at her. But I wanted to know what her plan was so I somehow stopped the urge. She then laid down on her back. 

"Come on tiger, fuck me." 

I wasted no time in getting on top of her and putting my dick in her wet, lightly shaven pussy. At first it was hard but I kept going till I got most of it in. 

"Oh my god, you're so big." She said. "This is as good as I thought it'd be." 

I started slow because I wanted to make this last forever. I just put my weight on my arms while I looked at the goddess below me with her face in the middle of mesmerizing pleasure and her boobs bouncing up and down while I fucked her. She looked so beautiful, she looked like an angel. 

I pumped in her for about five more times before I had to cum. Knowing she wasn't on birth control though and I knew better than to cum in her unprotected pussy. As I started to pull out to cum on her stomach, she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my dick back in. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" She exclaimed. 

"I don't want to get you pregnant." I replied. "I thought we were too young. So I was going to pull out." 

"The hell you are. Listen here, you are mine. From now on you're never gonna pull out. From now till one of us dies your gonna cum in my unprotected pussy. The only way I can make sure that your needs are met is to have sex with you. And there is no way I'm going to use protection, so it looks like you're going to be the father of my child." She said while moaning. 

"Don't worry about it. I'll take of our kid while you keep going to school." She said noting my worry. "This way I know that your grades will go up because I can keep an eye on you. And I'll make sure in return for all that studying that you'll get the best sex you ever had. Because I want a lot of kids and I don't want us to ever stop making them, even when you're in school." 

This made me horny as hell, knowing that this beauty wanted me to have a baby with her. Me, some normal shmuck, cumming inside this goddess anytime I want. Mating with her. It was too much. 

"I'M CUMMING!" I exclaimed. 

She just pulled me into her more with her legs, letting me do deeper. "CUM BABY, CUM. FILL ME UP WITH YOUR BABY JUICE. MAKE ME YOUR BITCH. I CANT WAIT TILL YOU GET ME PREGNANT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN! OHHHH! I WANT TO BE ON MY BACK ALL THE TIME! I WANT TO BE YOUR BABY FACTORY!" she said while I was pumping my baby juice into her waiting cervix and eggs. 

Finally, I pumped everything inside of her and fell on top of her. When I looked up, Cassie was smiling at me. 

"How'd you like that tiger? Are you mine now?" she asked. 

All I could do was nod. 

"You going to go to any more parties?" 

I shook my head while still sweating like crazy. 

"You know I wasn't kidding about having kids. I really do want a lot of children. And I want to start having them now. Are you ok with that?" 

I nodded furiously. 

"Good, that's what I like to hear. You know we're not done yet. I want to make sure that I'm pregnant. " She said with a wink. "I heard that the hornier a guy is the more semen he gives out during sex." 

"I don't think you can get me hornier than this." I said. 

"Oh, really? Is that a challenge? Close your eyes and give me five minutes then." She said. 

I closed my eyes not knowing how can she could be more sexy than she was right now with her slamming body and my sperm dripping out of her pussy along her leg. 

After what seemed like an hour I finally heard "You can open your eyes now." 

I looked up and saw her in a tight strapless red dress that seemed to be bursting out with the curves she had. But I felt like I remember that dress from somewhere. I remember someone wearing it to a cocktail party once. It was my mom's! 

"So you do recognize it? Does this turn you on?" she asked in her sexy voice. 

"How did you know?" I asked. 

Laughing, she said "You know that you never delete your internet history. I've known for a while that you like incest stories with mom and sons in them. Don't worry about it, I think it's hot." 

"You do?" I asked cautiously. 

"Oh yeah, I mean it's so forbidden it's hot. So I stole your mom's dress, panties and bra. Your mom and I are close so it wasn't that hard. Everything I'm wearing now is your mom's. Unfortunately everything is so tight on me, I need relief tiger." She said "Do you want to role play with me as your mom?" 

"YES!" I exclaimed in one of the easiest decisions in my life. 

"Good that's what I like to hear." She replied. "Oooh, son you look so hot there lying naked. Would you like your mom to relieve you?" 

"Yes mom please." I said following along. 

"Ok then honey. Just lay down and mommy will take care of everything. But you have to promise me one thing. Don't cum in me ok? I'm not on birth control and we don't want to have a baby, right hon?" 

I nodded, ready to play along. 

She took off her panties while keeping on my mom's bra and dress. I have masturbated to that bra and panties so many times while my mom was away. I always wondered if my mom ever saw the cum stains when she came back from work. Cassie started kissing me on my mouth and then started kissing down in a straight line towards my dick. Once she got there she put it back in her mouth. But this time she only went down a few times before she came back up. 




Cassie



"Ready honey? To put your dick back where you came from?" 

"Yes, mommy. Please put it in." 

"Ok, remember though, don't cum in me. I'm unprotected right now." She said with a wink. 

Cassie finally sat on my dick and it was a perfect fit. She then started to go up and down on my dick. 

"OOOhhhhhh, yes son. Fuck your mother. BE A MOTHER FUCKER!" she yelled not caring that the whole school probably heard. 

I put my hands on her hips and started to pump into her harder. I looked up to see Cassie's boobs still in the bra going up and down in synchronous rhythm. It was way too hot. 

"Is this what you wanted son? You pervert? To fuck your mother? Fuck the pussy you came out of? You are sooooo dirty. Ooh, that's it honey make mommy cum." 

I started to pump faster and Cassie started to ride me faster and faster. 

"Yes, Yes honey. Make me cum! DON'T STOP! I'M SO CLOSE! FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S PUSSY! FUCK YOUR MOTHER'S PUSSYYYYYYYYYYY!" she yelled. 

"FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE I AM. OH GOD I WANTED YOUR DICK SO BAD SINCE I SAW YOU UNDRESSING IN YOUR ROOM. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I MASTURBATED TO YOU FUCKING ME. NOW MAKE ME CUM, BABY! MAKE ME CUM!" she screamed "I'M SUCH A WHORE, I AM YOUR WHORE MAKE ME CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" 

"OH GOD HERE IT COMES!" she said while cumming. 

She then laid down on me. I was glad that she came but I was sad that I didn't get to, but considering what happened today. I guess I should count myself lucky that I even got to cum in her once. A second later though, she started grinding against me again. 

"Oh, you thought I was done huh son? I'm not going to be that selfish. You made me cum, and now I'm gonna make you cum. Remember to tell me when you're about to cum though. I don't want to get pregnant!" 

"Yes mother" I said while panting. 

"THAT'S IT SON. KEEP HITTING THAT PUSSY. OHHH MMMYYY GOOOOD. YOU ARE AMAZING. I HOPE THIS NEVER ENDS. KEEP FUCKING YOUR SLUTTY MOTHER! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE! YOUR DIRTY, DIRTY WHORE! I WANT YOU TO PUT EVERY SQUARE INCH OF YOUR COCK IN ME! DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO ME, I'M YOUR DIRTY SLUT!" 

With all this dirty talk, I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Mommy, I'm going to cum. You should get off of me now." 

"Hell no son. This is way too good to stop." 

"But then I'll cum in you and get you knocked up." 

"It's okay son, I'm ok with getting knocked up if it means this keeps going. Plus you made me cum so hard that I want to pay you back. Cum in me son, cum in me! GET ME PREGNANT. MAKE ME YOURS!" she yelled. 

"I'm cumming, mom!" I said while my dick unloaded in Cassie's pussy. 

'"Yes give me all your cum honey! Oh I feel it gushing in my pussy, it feels so warm and good." 

After I came down from my orgasm. I looked up to see Cassie looking at me. 

"So how was that tiger? Was the waiting worth it?" 

"Definitely worth it." 

"Good, and it looks like I'm going to get pregnant real soon. Damn you put a whole truck load of cum in me. That mother thing really did get you super horny." She said while getting off of me. 

"As I told you tiger, I am all yours. You can do what you want from me. You let me control your life and I'll let you do whatever you want with me whenever you like. I'll never say no. Besides, I like it, I'm kinky as hell." She said with a wink as she licked the cum that dropped on me from her pussy. 

"This night was amazing Cassie. I can't wait to do it again, tomorrow." I replied happily. 

"Tomorrow?" she asked "Tiger, the night is still young. I'm going to ride you till both of goes to sleep. And even during sleep. I don't want to ever stop having sex. I brought my cheerleading outfit you know. Let's have as much fun as we can before my stomach gets big because I'm pretty sure you knocked me up stud." 

And then she kissed me and we started to mate all over again.



Cassie, an Elevator, and a Maid



Part I

The doors to the elevator close and we begin our long ride to the 25th floor. We're holding hands and you snuggle up to my shoulder. On impulse, you stand on your tip toes and kiss me on the ear. I turn and smile at you. You smile back. Again you reach up and kiss my ear, this time your tongue darts out and flicks at my ear lobe.  I shudder and say, "Hey! What are you doing?" You just giggle in response. I turn my head to look at the numbers changing above the elevator doors, noticing how slow we're moving. Again you reach up and lick my ear, this time sticking your wet tongue deep into my ear canal. Once again, I shudder at the sensation and am surprised to feel my cock stiffening in my pants. "Watch it, girl," I admonish, "don't start anything you're not willing to finish!"

"Oh, I'm willing to finish, alright," you say with a grin. With that I turn to face you and push your back roughly against the elevator wall causing you to go, "Ooompf!" I pin you to the wall with my whole body and cover your mouth with mine in a deep kiss. I probe for and find your tongue, sucking it harshly into my mouth.

I break the kiss, but hold my face so close to yours that our noses are touching. "But are you willing to finish it right here, right now?" A look of great shock, then great concern spreads across your face.

"Uh, I.. uh…we can't, Ian! Someone will get on and catch us!"

"You should have thought of that before you stuck your tongue in my ear." I once again kiss you roughly and passionately, grinding my rock hard cock against your pelvis. In reflex you spread your legs slightly, giving me more direct contact with your clit, although through layers of clothing.

You try to protest, but all that comes out is "Mmmmmff mffrfff.." I reach down and grab a handful of your skirt and pull it up between us, holding it up with our pressed-together bodies. I reach down again and grab the mound of your pussy through your panties. I can already feel the dampness and heat. "Uuuuummmmmfff.." you try again, but your mouth is busy.

I break our tongue session and whisper hoarsely, "Oh, you can tease me but you can't follow through, eh? Well, we'll just see exactly what you're willing to do." You turn your head away and close your eyes. Your breathing is quite heavy now.  I can see and feel the fear tensing in your body. I grab your chin firmly with my right hand and turn your head to face me, I slide my palm up and force my thumb into your warm mouth. At first you protest, but then you close your lips around it and suck it deep into your mouth. I move it in and out like a cock fucking your mouth. You are obviously thinking the same thing, as I feel your tongue swirling all around the tip of my thumb. If it was a cock, it would be spurting by now.

My left hand finds the leg hem of your panties and pulls it aside, exposing your cunt. I run my fingers through the long silky pubic hair, tugging slightly. I feel you tense and moan as I do this. I run my hand down lower and my middle finger is immediately soaked by the juices flowing from your moist slit. "Lift your leg. Now!" Without thinking, you lift your left leg, sliding your knee up my ribcage. I place my right arm under your leg and resume rubbing the outside of your moist pussy. With my arm in that position, there's no way you can lower your leg unless I move my arm. Your pussy is wide open to whatever I wish to do. I find the entrance to your cunt hole and place the tips of two fingers just inside. With my thumb still fucking your mouth, I add to it my tongue. Now you've got my thumb and my tongue swirling around in your mouth, sucking and probing your tongue. You're trying to cope with the new attack on your mouth when I shove my fingers all the way into your sopping wet pussy. "Uunnngghh!", you grunt. I'm now ramming my fingers in and out of your pussy like a jackhammer. We can hear the slurping and smacking of the wet folds of inner flesh being assaulted. You're grunting in rhythm with my thrusts "Ungh!, ungh!, ungh! Ungh!". I now add a third finger to your pussy and I also begin rubbing your swollen clit with my thumb. You're grunts become one long undulating moan, "UnghUnghUnghUngh!"

Suddenly a bell sounds. It takes us both a few seconds to realize that the elevator is stopping. I snap my head around and look at the numbers above the door. We're still several floors away from ours. Someone must have stopped the elevator to get on. "Ian! Someone's getting on! Let me go!"

I start to allow you to lower your leg, but then I turn a mischievous smile towards you. "You wanted to fool around on the elevator, let's fool around. Someone's going to get a great show."

"Oh my god, no! You can't do this!" With that, I cover your protesting mouth with mine and once again begin ramming my rigid fingers into your pussy. You begin to struggle, but soon realize that I'm too strong for you. You're not going anywhere unless I let you. With my fingers roughly fucking your tight pussy and my thumb rubbing tight circles around your protruding clit, you finally give in and begin humping your hips forward, just as the elevator doors slide open.

I can tell you're getting close to cumming and continue the finger-fucking of your luscious pussy. With a muffled scream, you explode in a gushing, grinding orgasm that nearly dislodges my fingers. I press my body harder into you in an attempt to control your movements and somehow manage to keep my fingers sliding in and out of your cunt as you ride wave after wave of orgasm.

Finally, you collapse against me and I have to hold your leg to keep you from sliding to the floor. For several long seconds, we're merely lost in our passions, oblivious to anything or anyone who might distract us. Finally, I remember our predicament and turn to look. Outside the open elevator doors lies a completely empty foyer. There's no one there. They must have caught another elevator before this one arrived. We both realize this at the same moment and big sighs of relief burst out from both of us. Then we're laughing, holding each other tight.

The doors slide closed and we resume our ascent to the 25th floor. I lower your leg to the floor and pull you close to me. I reach up and slide the three fingers of my right hand into my mouth. Then I place them in your mouth, along with my tongue and for the remainder of the ride, we savor together your musky juices.

Part II

I open the door to the hotel room and step back to allow you inside. I step inside right after you and grab your arm, spinning you around to face me. "We're not in the elevator any more. How about REALLY showing me what you're willing to do for me."

"How shall I do that, Ian? Haven't I shown you enough already?"

"Not by a long shot, my love. Remove your panties."

"But, I -- "

"Now!"

You start to protest once again, but the look of determination in my eyes causes you to think better of it. You slowly lift the hem of your skirt and slip your panties down to your feet. You step out of them and deftly kick them to the side. You stand up straight, struggling to meet my gaze. "Thank you," I say. "Now get on your knees." You stare at me for an instant and then I see a faint smile bloom on your lips. You're eyes sparkle as you kneel before me. "Unzip my pants and take my cock out. Don't do anything else until you're told, do you understand?" You nod yes. I can tell you're afraid to speak. You reach out and delicately lower my zipper and reach inside my trousers. Your mouth opens involuntarily when your fingers grasp hold of my swollen member. With some difficulty you eventually free my throbbing cock from its confines. It juts out straight at your face. Without thinking, you lean forward as if to kiss the tip. "Not yet, damn it!" Startled, you lean back and search my face for understanding. All's you see is a mask of resolution and intensity. "Close your mouth and close your eyes." You do so. I step forward and touch the tip of my cock to your pouting lips. They part slightly for an instant, then close as you remember my instructions. I gently rub my cock back and forth across your soft lips. A small drop of pre-cum touches your upper lip and I rub it gently into your skin. I then move my cock up and around on your face, tracing the lines of your jaw, your cheeks, and your eyelids with my thick penis. You sigh heavily and I can feel your warm breath on my balls.

Something behind you catches my attention and I look up to see someone standing in the doorway. I had forgotten to close the door!. It's the maid. She's standing in the room, just inside the doorway, frozen. There's a look of stunned disbelief at what she's seeing: A fully-clothed, well dressed man standing over a finely attired woman, rubbing his rigid cock all over her face. When I look up, she's staring at you, but then she looks up and our eyes meet. Your eyes are still closed, therefore you don't see me bring my finger to my lips, instructing the maid to silence. She simply nods "yes" and turns to go. I shake my head "no" and smile. She hesitates and looks questioningly at my face to see if she saw what she thought she saw. I simply look down at you and say, "Keep your eyes closed and open your mouth." I look up and nod my head to the right, indicating that the maid should come farther into the room. She pauses only a second to look out into the hallway before stepping silently into the room, closing the door silently behind her. She's tall and slim, with long dark hair falling down around her shoulders. She looks to be about 24 or 25 years old. She's wearing a tight fitting uniform with a black blouse, short black skirt and small white apron.

I look down at your lovely pose, kneeling willingly before me, mouth open, waiting to be fed. I grab your hair with both hands and pull your face into my balls. "Suck them, lick them." You obey greedily. In a few seconds you have both my balls and your own face wet with saliva. You alternate sucking each of my balls into your mouth and then licking long wet strokes underneath my sack, back near my asshole. I spread my legs slightly to give you better access to that sensitive area. "Yes, darling, suck them, lick them. Oh, yes. That feels so good." You moan in response.

I look up and see that the maid has her hand underneath her own short skirt and is rubbing the front of her crotch through her panties. I can hardly believe what I'm seeing and silently wonder what you would think. Not knowing what your reaction would be if you knew makes this situation extremely dangerous -- and exciting! However, seeing what the maid is doing gives me an idea. "Cassie, lift your skirt and rub your clit with your left hand." Without hesitation, you bunch the folds of your skirt up around your waist, completely exposing your beautiful naked ass and luscious pussy. Your left hand slides down and parts the lips of your pussy. Using your middle finger, you begin a slow circular motion around your swollen clit. "Now, put two fingers into your pussy as far as they can go." You're hand disappears from my view, but I can tell by the way your body responds that you're now finger-fucking yourself as instructed. From her vantage point, I'm sure the maid has no trouble seeing your slick fingers plunging deep into your wet folds from behind. She's staring at your pussy and fingers and her hand goes inside her panties where she begins rubbing her own clit violently. Her mouth is open, and there's a look of burning desire and ecstasy on her face. I'm hoping she doesn't moan out load, betraying her presence. At least not yet.

I pull your head away from my balls and with one hand place the tip of my cock squarely on your lips. You respond by sucking the head of my cock into your hot mouth. "Oh, yes, my little slave, suck me. Suck my oozing cock!" You willingly comply, taking two thirds all the way into your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat. I throw my head back in blind pleasure. To my amazement, you then proceed to take the rest of me, down your throat. I feel your nose against my pubic hair and your chin against my saliva-soaked balls. After an excruciatingly wonderful few seconds, you slide my cock out about half way then once again impale your mouth and throat on my rigid cock. You begin repeating this slow rhythm and before I know it, I'm grasping your hair and fucking your mouth deeply, feverishly. "Oh, god, Cassie. You are incredible. I'm going to cum soon!" You moan in response and your fingers pump faster in and out of your pussy. "Rub your clit with your other hand, I want you to cum with me!"

You slip your other hand down between your legs and rub your clit furiously as you continue to plunge the depths of your juicy cunt with your fingers. You are grinding your hips back and forth as if meeting the thrusting strokes of a cock. I look up and see that the maid has put one foot on a nearby stool and is imitating your actions on her own dripping cunt. She's leaning back against the wall and is sliding three long fingers in and out of her dark-haired pussy. Her strokes and hip thrusts are keeping perfect time with yours. I look down and watch my cock sliding in and out of your rosy lips, your cheeks are puffing in and out in response. Your groans of pleasure and desire are vibrating my cock and balls, driving me over the edge.

"Open your mouth! I'm going to cum all over your face, Cassie. Drink my cum! Aaaahhh!" You open your mouth wide as I grasp my cock and pump it furiously, aiming at your waiting mouth from six inches away. My cum-bloated balls explode in a shuddering orgasm. The first large spurt goes directly into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. The second and third spurts cover your right cheek and run down onto your chin. Your tongue darts out to savour the warm salty juice. The fourth and fifth streams splatter your lips and tongue. I finish milking my cock onto your face until I can squeeze no more from it. Your face is literally covered in pearl-white jism. I move my cock forward and begin rubbing my cum all around your face and neck. You're trying to lick your lips and my cock, hungrily slurping gobs of cum as best you can. I look up and see that the maid is cumming through clenched teeth, juices running down her inner thighs in rivulets.

Suddenly, you scream, "Oh, god Ian, I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Your fingers are ramming into your own pussy and you're rubbing your clit in violent circular motions. With a sudden spasm, you jam your fingers all the way in and freeze. I see a wave of muscle contractions rock your body from your pussy up to your head, where I've still got you by the hair in both hands. I hold your face into my cock and balls as you cum.

"Yes, my love, cum for me. Cum hard for me. It's soooo good." You shudder for a few more seconds and then your body goes slack. I guide you gently to the floor on your back. Your eyes are still closed and there's an exhausted but contented smile on your lips. I look up and don't see the maid. She must have slipped out silently while we were distracted by your orgasm. "Good show, my love. Good show." I'm smiling as I lay down next to you on the floor, holding you close. You murmur something about yes, it being a very good show, but I can't quite understand what you're saying. "You have no idea how good a show it was," I tell you.  I'm smiling as we doze off -- but only for a moment.

Part III

I'm emerging from a wonderful dream where I'm lapping at your moist pussy with my tongue in long, luxurious strokes as you moan in delight, when I open eyes to an unbelievable sight. You are still cradled in my arms on the floor of the hotel room with my cum covering most of your face. Your eyes are closed and I suspect that you're still dozing. But what I can't believe is that the dark headed maid is licking the white rivulets of cum off your face. She never left! She must have simply stepped to the side to remove her clothing, because she's totally naked and kneeling by your head.  She's softly, and very delicately scooping up drops of cum low on your neck and following their running path back up to your face and lips. In fact, she's not really licking the cum off your face, but scooping the cum back up onto your face and lips. Your eyes are still closed, but on her second pass she deposits a tongue full of my cum directly onto your lips. Your lips part slightly and your own tongue emerges slowly, tentatively tasting the warm substance on your lips. A slight grin forms on your lips and you open your mouth and lap in the offered fluid. The maid starts again at the base of your throat and shoves another load of jism up towards your mouth, hanging her tongue an inch above your lips, letting the cum drip down into your open mouth. Your tongue comes out and meets the cum half way and you slurp and swallow it sensually. Despite my shock, my cock is springing to life.

"Oh, Ian," you murmur in a sleepy whisper, "you nasty boy." The maid looks at me and smiles as she runs a load of cum up from around your ear and this time scoops it into your mouth and shoves her tongue in after it. The two of you lock in a long, sucking kiss as you swish my cum around in your mouths and back and forth over your tongues. It's the most incredible sight I've ever seen!

The maid lifts her head and looks at me, and this time it's she who gives me the "be quiet" signal. I'm too stunned to react with anything but silence. I watch as she shifts positions, moving down along your body. I look and am amazed to find that she's been busy while you and I dozed on the floor. Your blouse is unbuttoned and laid open, exposing your beautiful tits. While I watch in amazement and horror, she leans down and pulls a nipple into her mouth, then lets it pop out with a wet plopping noise. You moan and turn your head slightly, but don't open your eyes. You must be totally exhausted from our earlier antics. Once again, she leans down and licks your nipple, coating it in saliva. She then blows softly on it, causing it to erect into a hard pink pebble. She smiles and then covers your nipple and a large portion of your tit with her mouth, sucking you into her. She bites down and pulls up until your nipple slides out from between her clamped teeth, leaving pink welts on the surface of your breast. You moan again and lick your lips sensuously. The maid makes a quick check to ensure that your eyes are still closed and then repeats the procedure with your other beautiful tit, while playfully squeezing the nipple of the other one.

Now your head is turning side to side and you involuntarily spread your legs wide on the floor.  The maid notices this just as I do. Without hesitation, she moves along your body, running her tongue down between your breasts, pausing at your navel, then veering off to the side just before running right over your clit. I feel you shudder and your legs spread even farther. The dark headed maid stands up and then kneels down between your spread legs. I stare in amazement as she begins licking the insides of your thighs, always stopping just before reaching your pussy. The juices from your previous orgasms must be coating your thighs because she's licking and sucking the skin like it was gourmet ice-cream. I'm insanely jealous -- or is it envious? -- at what she's doing to you. I'm torn between wanting to send her fleeing from the room so I can take her place, and the fear of what your reaction would be should you wake up. Besides, you seem to be enjoying this and a part of me is extremely excited by watching another woman lick our juices from your outstretched body. Without consciously deciding to do so, I simply watch with horror and fascination at what she's doing to you as you doze.

Having sufficiently cleaned the cum-juices from your thighs, the maid finally zooms in on your wide open pussy. She starts by parting your pink lips with two delicate fingers, exposing your swollen clit completely. Her long slender tongue darts out and flicks at it two or three times, coating it with her spit. You're moaning freely now, but your eyes are still clamped shut. I begin to hope that you're not awake, about to shatter this beautiful scene I'm witnessing. I look down and see that now she has her mouth completely covering your clit and most of your wet opening. The way her throat is moving, she's obviously sucking your clit and flicking her tongue in and out of your pussy vigorously. You are rocking your hips, grinding your cunt against her mouth in a steady rhythm. I lift my head to get a better view as she lifts her mouth just long enough to slide two red-nailed fingers into your tight hole. While sliding her fingers in and out, she resumes sucking and licking on your clit.




Cassie, an Elevator, and a Maid



Your body is shuddering and bucking and you're grinding your pussy into her slurping mouth and fingers. At long last your eyes fly open and you stare at nothing on the ceiling as your body races ahead towards climax. You reach out and grab two handfuls of long dark hair and pull the maid's face into your sopping pussy. You look down and a look of utter shock nearly replaces the look of total ecstasy on your face. You look over at me and down again at the maid, never breaking the rhythm of your pussy pushing into the maid's sucking mouth.

"W-W-What in the --?" you stutter.

"Shhh, baby, just go with it. Cum for me, love! Just feel it, just feel how good it feels. Cum, baby!" I needn't have bothered coaxing you as you are too far gone to turn back now. With a final look down between your legs you let go with a screaming, vibrating climax, gushing cum juices all over the dark-haired girl's face. You continue to grasp her by the hair, grinding into her mouth for several long moments before releasing her and collapsing back onto the floor. The maid just looks up at me and smiles.

"My turn," I tell her and she obediently backs out of the way. I kneel down between your wide open legs and lift your knees up and back. You raise your head feebly and look at me in stunned bewilderment as I slide my rock hard cock into your steaming hot cunt. You watch my cock disappear inside you and then you look to your right and see the maid kneeling beside you totally naked. Your head falls back again and you groan long and loudly.

"Oh, my god, Ian. This can't be happening!"

"Oh, but it is, my little fuck-slave. Just enjoy it." I punctuate my point by driving my cock hard into your cunt, slapping my balls against your ass. You grunt and close your eyes. I pull out and drive in again and you once again respond with a passionate grunt and moan.

You raise your head and look at the maid kneeling close beside you and turn to me again and say, "But I can't -- " to which I respond with a deep driving stroke of my cock into your pussy, grinding my pelvic bone into your clit. "Ungh!" you cry. "Oh god, Ian, I can't think when you do that. I can't -- ". Once again, I pull nearly all the way out and ram my cock back into you hard.

"You can't what? Let her watch us fuck? She already watched you suck my cock and she saw me shoot cum all over your face. What else can't she see?"

"Yes, but she was licking my pussy, and I don’t -- "

"Yes, she licked your pussy and you came, didn't you? She's also the one who licked the cum from your face and bit your nipples and tits. You nearly came both times, I saw you."

The look of shock and apprehension on your face begins to reform into confusion and curiosity. "That was her?" you ask. You look at the dark-haired girl, but this time more calmly, and with a hint of appreciation. "Oh, god, Ian, what have you done to me?"

I'm sure you're not really looking for an answer, because now you're grasping my hips and pulling me into you, forcing me to increase my pace. Now, I'm literally pounding you, lifting your ass off the floor with each stroke. Your face is a mask of intense passion and you hiss through gritted teeth, "Then fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard while this slut watches." You don't have to tell me twice as I begin pounding into you again and again to the sound of your moans and encouragement.

I look at the maid and she's intently watching my cock sliding in and out of your slurping cunt. "Get over here and suck this lady's tits. Bite her nipples and don't stop until I tell you." Without hesitation, she lays out next to you and begins to rub your tits with her hands, alternating between massaging the soft mounds and twisting your erect nipples.

"Oh Ian, I can't believe this. I'm revolted and excited at once. Oh, god, it feels so good. All of it."

Watching my cock slide in and out of your pussy, and watching this girl suck and nibble on your tits finally pushes me too far. With a groan, I pull my cock out of your tight hole and aim it at your tits. The maid moves her head and watches as I pump my cock furiously. We all watch as my glistening cock squirts stream after stream of hot cum over your belly and tits. As soon as the last drop falls onto your pubic hair, the dark-haired girl begins to hungrily lap up the fresh hot jism. I slide my cock back into your pulsing pussy and begin to pump you once again. You throw your head back and arch your back, screaming. The maid, with a mouth full of cum, grabs your face in her hands and covers your mouth with hers, sharing her hot sticky load with you. Your tongues mingle and entwine as you shudder through wave after wave of climax.

At last, you collapse in a heap and I fall heavily on top of you, totally spent. The maid mumbles something about getting back to work and I tell her to leave me alone with my sweet love slave.  She mumbles and gathers her clothes up off the floor. I embrace you softly and kiss you long and deeply. I can taste the wonderful cocktail of juices in your kiss. Once again, we fall into a contented slumber, nestled in each other's arms.

Part IV

After a few moments of blissful slumber, I awake and lift you from the floor. I lay you on the bed and remove the remainder of your clothing. As I'm doing so, I can't help but admire the shape of your tits as they lay against your soft skin. The soft fluff of your bush is slightly damp from the recent activities. I smile as I lay the flat of my palm on your mound, feeling the moist warmth still radiating from your crotch. You moan and stir slightly. I hope you're dreaming of me. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

I look through the peephole and a smile spreads across my lips. "Who is it?" you ask sleepily from the bed.

"Our friend. I don't think she's ready to quit just yet."

"Oh, shit!"

"Do you want me to ignore her? I just won't answer." 

You raise your upper body up on your elbows and look at me pleadingly. "I don't know, Ian. I still can't believe what happened. I'm still sort of stunned."

"I know, love. Me too. But it sure was fun, wasn't it."

With that, I make my decision and open the door. You lay back, grab a pillow and cover your face. "Oh, god," I hear you whimper through the pillow.

She's standing there in the hallway and immediately takes in the fact that I'm totally nude. Her eyes immediately fall to my semi-soft cock hanging between my legs. I step back, allowing enough room for her to enter. She steps inside the room and closes the door behind her. "I just had to come back," she says. "I can't get those images out of my mind and if I don't do something about it, I'm going to explode!" With that she steps forward and reaches down for my cock.

Half way there, I grab her wrist firmly and hold it. "Uh uh. Not me. This cock belongs to Cassie. It's hers and no one else's. If you're going to be here, you're going to be here for one reason and one reason only. To help me please my little love slave over there. Can you deal with that?"

The dark-haired beauty looks past me to your naked body on the bed and does not hesitate more than a second or two before saying, "Sure, sounds like fun. But what does she think about it? I think I sort of snuck up on her before."

"I don't know. Let's find out, shall we?" The maid and I share a devious smile. "What's your name?" She tells me her name is Toni. "Hello, Toni. Take off your clothes." I turn and walk across the room and sit in an armless chair near the window. "Cassie, get up and come here."

You remove the pillow from your face and look at me in the chair, then at Toni disrobing by the door. "Oh god," you say again and put the pillow back over your face.

"Cassie, darling. Please, get up and come over her. You're going to love this, I promise." Finally, with a groan of apprehension, you get up and come to me at the chair. "Come here," I tell you, indicating that I want a kiss. You lean over and our lips meet in a passionate embrace. I break our kiss, look into your eyes and tell you, "Cassie, my cock belongs to you and no one else. Do with it what you will. After that, just enjoy what happens." Your eyes search mine and finally I see that you're willing to trust me, at least for the time being.

"But I don't know what to do. I’m shaking all over," you whimper.

I smile and say, "Don't worry, darling, I'll take care everything. You just enjoy the ride." I give you one more sweet kiss and then say, "On your knees. Suck my cock. Show Toni what a good cocksucker you are." You immediately drop to your knees and spread my legs with your hands. With no prelude at all, you dive forward and engulf my semi-soft cock in your mouth. Immediately, I begin to grow inside your hot mouth and you groan in encouragement. Within a minute, my cock is rigid and thick as you coat it with your saliva from balls to tip. "Oh, yes, baby. Your mouth is sooooo good. Suck it." I watch as you take my cock between your lips and then lower your face in one smooth motion until your nose is nestled in my pubic hair. After a few seconds of gentle sucking, you slide your mouth back up and then all the way back down, nudging my balls with your chin. "Oh my god, Cassie. You're incredible. You'd better stop or this will be over before it starts. Stand up and turn around."

You rise and turn away from me slowly. Across the room in front of you is Toni, standing like a dark, nude statue awaiting instructions. Her long shiny hair is falling over her shoulders, down the front of her chest, partially covering the nipples on her tits. She's cupping her tits in her hands, massaging them gently. "Cassie," I say, "spread your legs and move back towards me." You obey and straddle my lap, facing away, facing Toni. I grab you hips gently and guide you down. My cock is standing straight up, aimed right at your wet pussy. You moan as the tip presses against your entrance. With a final gentle tug on your hips, you impale your tight pussy on my cock. You and I groan in exquisite pleasure in unison. You begin rocking your hips gently back and forth and side to side, slowly moving my cock in circles inside your hot pussy. The sensation is incredible!

"Toni, come here and help me with this nasty little girl." As if on springs, she immediately bounces forward and stands in front of you, looking lustily into your eyes and down at your cunt as it sucks in my cock. Her tits are at eye level. You're looking at her rock hard nipples when she suddenly, and viscously, grabs a handful of your hair at the back of your head and covers your mouth with hers. You groan in surprise and begin to whimper into her mouth as she assaults you with her tongue. She pulls back and then licks your lips from side to side, making them glisten with her saliva. Again she pulls your head roughly to hers and puts her lips on yours. This time you don't resist, sucking in her tongue, probing her mouth with your own. You can feel her long hair hanging down brushing your nipples and you moan. After a long sensuous moment, she pulls back.

"That's nice, baby," she says, "now try these." With that she pulls your head forward, mashing your mouth onto her left tit. Your mouth is open and you cover her nipple. Pulling on your hair, she pulls you away and then mashes your mouth to her other nipple. "Bite them. Hard." You obviously obey as she closes her eyes and tilts her head back in ecstasy. "Harder, baby. Make it hurt." You obviously obey. "AAAAA!!!," she screams, "oh god yes, that's it! Suck them, bite them!" I can hear the slurping of your mouth and I can see your head bobbing and twisting as your work on her tits like a dog chewing on bone. Toni is arching her back in pleasure/pain, holding your head by the hair, guiding your movements between one tit and the other. Finally, she pulls your face away from her glistening and welt-ridden tits and kisses you again, harshly, passionately. "Good girl," she breathes into your mouth.

"On your knees, Toni," I command, "time for you to return the favor." At my command, Toni drops to her knees and begins to perform the identical gnawing to your tits and nipples. With both hands in her hair, you move her head back and forth to first your left tit, then your right, then back again. Not only does this cause you to squirm around on my lap, but I can feel your cunt muscles spasm, gripping my cock like a fist.

"Oh no, " I scream, "I'm cumming! Shit!" Neither one of you seems to pay any attention as I grab your hips and pull you into me as I grind upwards into your soaking pussy. However, I feel you reach down with one hand and gently massage my balls, coaxing my load from their bloated sac. I feel myself shoot a huge load of cum deep into your cunt.  Toni is still biting and sucking on your tits in a frenzy, and you're still moaning and groaning in pain and pleasure. I simply slump back and enjoy the experience. After several moments, I realize that my cock is not softening. No doubt this incredibly erotic adventure is keeping me up. I'm in no mood to waste it.

"Toni, get up and lay on the bed. On your back, with your feet at the head and your head near the foot." She does. Without letting my cock slip from your pulsating pussy, I stand with you on my lap and walk you over to the bed. We're standing at the foot of the bed and I push you forward onto the bed on your hands and knees, like we've done several times before in this room. Only this time, you've got a lusty dark-haired girl lying beneath you, her face inches from your dripping cunt. "It's time to make my little fuck slave cum, Toni. I need you to lick and suck her clit while I fuck her hard. Can you do that for her?" She responds by reaching up and sucking your swollen red clit into her hot mouth. You cry out in a flood of electric sensations and I can feel your pussy clamp and spasm around my cock. It's almost too much to stand. I reach down and spread your knees farther apart, lowering you onto Toni's face so that she can lick, bite, and suck on your clit while resting her head on the bed. Once you're both in place I begin a soft, slow rhythmic fucking of your clenched pussy. My juice- and cum-soaked balls are dragging back and forth across Toni's forehead, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Toni is squirming on the bed and I can see that she's got a hand between her legs, rubbing her own clit in time with the tonguing she's giving you. Your head is down and your hair is brushing the taut skin of her lower abdomen, raising goose-flesh there. "Cassie, is Toni as wet as you are?"

Between grunts and groans you answer, "I…ungh!….don't know…..ungh!"

"Then find out, love. Touch her for yourself and tell me what you feel."

"I don't know if…ungh!….I can, Ian….ungh!", you gasp.

"Here, let me help." I reach forward and grab your right hand and place it firmly on Toni's pussy. I place two of my fingers on top of two of yours and plunge them all into her gaping hole. "Oh yes, love, she's dripping wet for you. Aren't you impressed?"

"Oh, yes," you hiss. At first I'm guiding your fingers in and out of her cunt, but after a few strokes, I feel you take over, driving deeper with your own fingers than I can with mine. I let you go and watch as you finger fuck her dark mound. She's bucking her hips, meeting your thrusts. After a few more heated moments of this, you reach over with your left hand and begin simultaneously rubbing circles around her clit as your ram your fingers into her cunt. We both hear her moan long and deep.

"What do you think she tastes like, Cassie? Do you think she's as sweet as you, darling?"

"No one's…ungh!…as sweet….ungh!….as me, Ian…ungh!"

"No shit," Toni mumbles from beneath us. We all laugh.

"Well, see what she does taste like. I'd like your opinion." For many long seconds you do nothing and I'm sure I've finally pushed you too far. Then slowly, sensuously, you raise your right hand and lick tentatively at your middle finger. You hesitate for a second, savoring the flavor, then you pop both fingers in your mouth sucking the juices off the entire length of both."

"Mmmmmm," is all you say.

"That's what I thought," I say. "Toni, lift your knees up so I can reach them. She does. I then reach down and grab her behind each knee and pull them toward me, lifting her ass up off the bed and bringing her gaping pussy up to your face. "Hold them, Cassie." You grab her knees the way I did. With my hands free, I grab a handful of your hair and push your face forward and down. I feel it when your mouth covers her pussy because she jolts and spasms beneath us in violent convulsions.  She's shouting out unintelligibly, as you slide your tongue deep inside her moist, musky folds. "That's it, baby, lick her and suck her like she's doing to you. Whatever she does, you do." The two of you fall into a gyrating rhythm and we can all hear the slurping and smacking of lips to pussy in multiple places. It's a lovely symphony and I can only close my eyes and continue the long luxurious fucking of your tight cunt as Toni massages your clit with her mouth. Finally, I'm overtaken by racking spasms in my groin and I shoot another hot load of cum deep into your pussy. I can feel each intense squirt of jism as I splash your inner walls with cum, adding to the immense load of moments ago. "Sit up a little, Cassie. Stay over her face, though. I've got a treat for Toni." With that, I pull my cock out of your tight, cum-filled pussy. You've paused in your tonguing of Toni's clit and are watching down between your legs. Toni is watching in rapt anticipation from below, knowing what's about to come. As my cock clears your opening, a fluid stream of milky-white jism oozes out of your crack, over your throbbing clit and down into Toni's waiting mouth.

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" you moan. From behind you, I see the muscles in your pussy clench and relax in rapid succession as you milk the cum out of yourself into Toni's slurping mouth. Unwilling to wait that long, Toni grabs your hips and pulls her face up into your dripping snatch. She locks her open mouth over your oozing hole and begins sucking fiercely, using her tongue to coax the cum out in gobs. "Oh shit! I'm cumming, Ian. I'm cumming!" you scream and throw your head back in ecstasy. Toni is sucking out your cunt and you are grinding your pussy into her glistening face. Once again, I grab your hair roughly, pull your head back to me and I kiss you long and hard, forcing my tongue in your mouth, tasting you and Toni and many other delicious fluids. You groan into my mouth and suck on my tongue.  Still holding you by the hair, I push your head down, once again to Toni's wet cunt. You dive in and begin biting and sucking her clit. At the same time, you and Toni erupt in a blinding symphony of cries and grunts, cumming on each other's tongues and faces as you grind together in a surging heap on the bed. I stand back and watch in pure awe and amazement at the beautiful and erotic vision before me. I watch wave after wave of orgasm crash through you both before finally slowing down into a soft flowing rhythm.

After countless moments of watching you and Toni, lovingly kiss and nuzzle each other's pussy, I fall onto the bed beside you and pull you on top of me, embracing you and kissing you passionately. My cock is rock hard again. You notice this and look into my eyes with amazement.

"Toni," I say, "I hate to do this to you again, but you're going to have to get out of here. I want my little fuck slave all to myself now." We fall into a long lingering kiss as she puts on her clothes and opens the door.

Just before closing the door behind her, she leans her head back in and says, "Call me if I can be of any further assistance, sir. We're here to serve you," she says with and grin, "and her." The door closes and we continue to suck on each other's tongue and lips. What a great hotel.



Cassie & Dan



Cassie used two fingers to gently ease apart the slats on the Venetian blind at the window of her first floor office; she peered down to the car park beneath to watch Daniel walk from his car to the factory entrance beneath her. This had now become a daily ritual for her ever since he had started working there two months ago. She stood motionless at the window as if even the slightest sound or movement would alert him to her; she even held her breath so as not to steam up the glass when she exhaled. Cassie watched as he locked his car and started towards the building, Daniel was around 20 years old, a couple of years younger than Cassie, he had cropped mousy brown hair and a slim, athletic build. He had covered almost half of the short distance to the factory entrance when he suddenly looked up towards Cassie’s window, she remained motionless, frozen, if she made the slightest movement now he would surely know that he was being watched. Suddenly a loud voice from behind her asked, ‘See anything you like out there?’

Cassie almost jumped out of her skin and let go of the blind, it hit the window with a dull thud as she quickly spun around. If Daniel hadn’t realised that he was being watched before, he almost certainly did now. Sue, the office accountant stood in the doorway to Cassie’s small office holding 2 cups of coffee with a smirk a mile wide across he face.

‘How long have you been standing there you cow’ asked Cassie.

‘Long enough, I suppose you were watching young Daniel again’

‘Might have been’ replied Cassie in a jokey, matter-of-fact tone, ‘There’s no law against it is there?’

‘There are laws against some of the things I would do with that young man if I was a few years younger myself’ said Sue, grinning. ‘Just stop messing around and get on with it, it’s getting painful to watch you’ she added.

‘It’s not easy you know, I keep dropping hints to him that I like him, but the boy is terminally shy, he practically runs away whenever I come near him’ said Cassie.

‘I think you need to be a little less subtle with him, try to get him on his own, I know he likes you because I’ve heard the guys on the factory floor tease him about it, he just can’t pluck up the courage to ask you out, especially with those dickheads all around him’ said Sue as she set one of the coffee cups down on Cassie’s desk and left her office.

Daniel was a real fish out of water in the factory, he was totally different to all the other workers there, they were all older than him and a lot rougher and he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst them, a genuine rose amongst thorns. He was painfully shy and very quiet and he suffered for it greatly as his brash, unsubtle co-workers constantly teased him. Cassie often wondered how he managed to endure it, day-in day-out. The worst of them was the factory foreman, he could be a real bully if your face didn’t fit and unsurprisingly Daniel’s didn’t, probably something to do with the fact that Daniel was obviously quite an intelligent guy, which to his Neanderthal-like colleagues was almost a crime and the foreman, not being the most academically gifted person ever to walk the earth, obviously felt a little threatened by someone much younger and brighter than he. They would mock almost anything the poor guy said when he tried to join in their half-witted conversations around the table at break time, so most of the time Daniel elected to say nothing and spend his break times alone.

It was mid June and the factory was hotter than hell and time almost seemed to be standing still. Daniel glanced up at the clock on the wall, all morning the hands had been moving painfully slowly around the clock face. Daniel began to wonder if there was a factory somewhere else in the world that manufactured evil clocks to torment workers, clocks that only ran at half the normal speed and stopped dead whenever you looked at them, maybe by some incredibly cruel twist of fate that’s what he was helping to make now, after all, the small, nondescript metal parts that left the engineering works by the ton could be for anything.

Eventually Daniel’s idle thoughts were interrupted by the siren to signal lunch break and he made his way to the wash room as the foreman and his merry men filed past him, out of the factory in the direction of the nearest pub.

It was a beautiful day so Daniel grabbed a chair from the empty canteen and sat out in front of the factory in the sun to eat his lunch, a paperback book giving him an invaluable temporary escape from the misery of his daily drudge. After a short while an ice cream van pulled up opposite the factory as it did most days and Daniel looked up from his book to see Cassie, the only bright point to his working life, walk past him on her way to get ice creams for the office workers. On seeing Daniel she called out

‘Can I get you one Dan?’

His mouth went dry as it did every time Cassie spoke to him

‘No, I’m fine thanks’ he replied, his voice wavering slightly.

Daniel watched Cassie as she took her place in the queue for the ice cream van; she wore a thin summer dress that clung to her figure, perfectly describing her shape as the gentle summer breeze blew it against her. He continued to watch, as she paid for the ice creams and turned, now silhouetted against the sun as she started back towards him and the office. It was as if he had suddenly acquired x-ray vision as the bright sunlight went through the fabric of the dress leaving just the outline of her slim figure.

He quickly looked back down to his book as she drew closer, savouring the stolen glimpse of her before looking up to meet her gaze as she passed him, smiling. Daniel’s concentration went back to his book but moments later the office door swung open behind him and Cassie appeared with a chair of her own and placed it next to Daniel.

‘What are you reading?’ she asked

‘It’s a collection of short stories’ he replied, looking up from the book ‘mostly sci-fi’ he added, sounding slightly embarrassed.

‘Cool’ said Cassie ‘I love to read but I barely get the time these days’

Daniel watched as she sucked her Popsicle, the heat of the midday sun was already taking its toll on it as Cassie fought to keep up with the sticky rivulets that ran down it onto her hand as they chatted idly.

Daniel soon found that Cassie was very easy to talk to and his usual shyness seemed to desert him as they chatted, He learned that they had much in common and that Cassie’s uncle was the owner of the factory. Time flew past and before too long the short lunch break was over and his brain dead workmates could be seen close by, returning from the pub.

The foreman always seemed slightly disturbed to find Daniel reading, as he often did at break times so he quickly secreted the book in his overalls as they drew closer. 

‘Can you come and see me in my office after work Dan?’ asked Cassie as they gathered themselves to return inside the factory.

The foreman was within earshot now and before Dan could reply he pitched in

‘What do you want with him’ with an air of scorn in his voice.

Again, before Daniel could say anything, Cassie replied

‘Not that it’s any of your business, but I need to go over Dan’s bank details for the payroll records’

The foreman just starred, he wasn’t used to people being short with him and he didn’t know how to react, Cassie was the niece of his boss and he just wasn’t equipped with the communication skills and mental agility to form a reply to her.

‘Will that be OK with you, if Dan can spare me 10 minutes of his own time after work’ enquired Cassie; her tone was as if she was speaking to a child.

‘Yes, do what you want’ replied the foreman, clearly fazed.

‘Twat’ muttered Cassie, quietly, but loud enough for him to hear she hoped, as he walked swiftly away.

If the morning had dragged by for Daniel then the afternoon seemed practically fossilised. All afternoon the foreman had given him the crappiest and most pointless jobs his limited intelligence could devise, but Daniel took it all in his stride, replaying the exchange over and over again in his head. He couldn’t help thinking about seeing Cassie at the end of the day; his stomach tied itself in knots every time he thought about her (which was pretty much constantly that afternoon). Eventually the five O-clock siren sounded and the workforce made it’s way to the washrooms with newfound enthusiasm. Daniel quickly washed the oil and grease from his hands and made his way up to Cassie’s office, passing the other office staff on the stairs and wishing them good night as they departed for home.

Daniel tapped gently on Cassie’s office door as he slowly pushed it open. She looked up from her desk and her face lit up when she saw Daniel enter the room.

‘Hi Dan’ she said as she stood from her desk and walked around to the front of it, where he was standing.

‘Hi’ he replied ‘you need me to look at something?’

‘Yes please’ replied Cass, sitting down on the edge of the desk in front of him.

Daniel noticed that she had undone the first two buttons that ran down the length of the front of her summer dress, and as she sat speaking to him she was absently fingering the next button down as if she meant to undo it too. Cassie had positioned the portable air conditioner in the corner of the office to blow directly at the desk, Daniel couldn’t help noticing as the thin materiel of he dress was blown against her breasts, the cool air causing her nipples to stand out prominently as the material flapped against them.

‘Come closer Dan, I won’t bite’

He took a couple of steps closer to her just as footsteps could be heard climbing the office stairs.

‘No prizes for guessing who that is’ said Cassie with disdain, rolling her eyes back.

Moments later the foreman appeared in the doorway. Cassie ignored him at first as she grabbed two sheets of paper from the tray on her desk.

‘Check over all the details on these sheets please Dan, and if they are correct will you sign the bottom’ She said, smiling at Daniel before turning her attention to the Foreman.

‘Can I help you’ She enquired.

‘Are you two going to be long’ he asked in a surly tone, ‘I need to lock up’

‘I’m quite capable of doing that myself, I have my keys with me so you get yourself home’

Daniel had his back to him the whole time but he could almost fell the foreman’s gaze cutting into him as he glared at them both from the doorway. The air conditioner cut out with a throaty rattle, emphasising the silent pause all the more. After what seemed like forever the foreman gave a resigned grunt, turned on his heel and stomped back down the stairs, mumbling to himself all the way to the bottom.

Cassie went to the window and watched him get in his car and pull away with an angry screech of his tyres, leaving them alone in the factory. Daniel continued to study the paperwork in front of him, naively wondering why there seemed to be nothing relevant to him on it, they were just a couple of old sales reports. Cassie walked from the window and perched herself on the desk alongside Daniel, as he looked up at her she pulled the paperwork away from him and returned it to the tray.

‘That wasn’t what I wanted you to see’ she whispered.

Daniel took a step back from the desk and looked at Cassie, she began to slowly undo the remaining buttons on the front of the dress, one by one, all the time maintaining eye contact with Daniel. When the last button was undone Daniel stepped forwards and slipped his hands inside the thin fabric, parting it so that it slid silently from her shoulders as their lips met. Cassie’s tongue probed Daniels mouth as they kissed hungrily, she slipped her arms from the short sleeves of the dress and placed a hand on the back of his head, giving a muffled moan of pleasure as his hands found her bare breasts. Daniel felt Cassie’s skin turn to gooseflesh as he gently squeezed and stroked, he could feel her nipples harden against his palms. Cassie broke off the kiss and leaned back on her elbows, pushing Daniel’s head downwards until his lips found her rosy pink nipples, she moaned and shuddered in ecstasy as Daniel sucked and nibbled each one in turn, he would tease her by slowly circling the bumpy areola then lightly flick each nipple with the tip of his tongue, it soon became too much, she didn’t want to come like this so she reluctantly pushed him away. Cassie then reached forwards, grabbed the bottom of Daniels T-shirt and pulled it up over his head, his arms dropped back to his sides and he stood for a second or two taking in the sight of her body, he could see his oily black finger marks all around her small but firm breasts, they glistened with his saliva and he could see where it ran down her chest and tummy in little rivulets. She was now almost naked, the dress was spread out flat beneath her on the desk and all she had left on was a tiny pair of white panties. Daniel reached forward and placed a hand on each of her thighs and hooked his thumbs under the gossamer thin sides of her briefs and began to slowly pull them down. Cassie lifted herself up slightly as they slid from her, revealing a small tousle of wispy blond hair above her shaven pussy. Cassie sat up and began to undo Daniels belt, she could see his hardness pressing against his trousers as she slowly unbuttoned him. She let the jeans drop to the floor and pulled down his boxers, allowing his stiff cock to spring free. She took his hard cock in her hand, gripping it softly she pulled him towards her, spreading her legs in anticipation as his hands slid down behind her and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Cassie desperately wanted to see his thick, hard cock slide inside her pussy but she withheld the urge to push it inside her, instead she gripped it with her slender fingers and held it so that the tip of his cock was pressed into the soft flesh of her pussy lips and she began to stroke it, moving it around in a circular motion so that it rubbed against the fleshy nub of her clitoris. Daniel enjoyed the warm, wet sensation on the tip of his cock as Cassie pressed it against her; she went slowly at first gradually building up speed and applying more pressure. It was becoming too much for Daniel and it took all he had to stop himself coming and he had to steal himself away from the delicious sight of Cassie pleasuring herself with his stiff prick. He could see now that she was flushed all over and a thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her naked body, he enjoyed watching the expressions on her face and the little grunting and moaning noises she was making, completely lost in ecstasy as she ground his cock against her clit. His pre-cum and her own juices had made it slick and he could hear a wet slurping sound as she moved the head of his prick around and around against her slippery clit. Eventually he could hold back no more and cried out, Cassie felt his cock twitch as his hot come gushed out, they both looked down to see it spurt out against her engorged pussy lips, a second wave shot forth against Cassie’s tummy, oozing down into the tangle of her pubic hair.

They both remained silent for a while, Daniel rested his head against Cassie’s shoulder, her hand kept wrapped around his cock while it’s twitching and pumping gradually subsided. Eventually he lifted his head and placed a kiss on Cassie’s forehead, she looked up at him and smiled gently before softly kissing his lips.

Cassie stood up from the desk and wheeled her chair around to where Daniel stood and gestured to him to sit down. She kneeled down in front of him and removed the rest of his clothing from where it was tangled at the bottom of his legs and turned her attention to his now semi hard cock. Cassie softly gripped him in her right hand and bent forward, putting it to her lips. She began to slowly circle the end of his cock with her tongue, enjoying the taste of herself as well as his seed. Daniel moaned with pleasure and she could feel him getting harder again in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down, gradually taking in more and more of him. Her free found its way down to the folds of her pussy, she could feel his cum on her belly and matted in her pubic hair, but most of it had ended up on her pussy lips making it feel slick and slippery as she pressed a finger tip to her clitoris, moving it around in circles. 

Cassie would have been happy to continue until Daniel came in her mouth, but this time she wanted him inside her, She was close to coming again so she moved her other hand away from her clit and placed it in Daniel’s lap as she continued sucking his now fully hard cock. Daniel reached down and took her hand, raised it to his mouth and sucked her fingers. Cassie stopped sucking him, pulled away from him and standing, she took two steps towards the desk. Daniel followed and as he neared Cassie she turned her back to him, resting her hands on the edge of the desk with her legs slightly apart. He came up behind her and began to kiss the back of her neck, his hard cock resting in the cleft of her buttocks as he reached around and took her breasts in his hands.

Cassie leaned forwards until Daniel could no longer reach her breasts, she swept everything from the surface of the desk with one swift motion and lay forward on it, her breasts pressed against it’s cool surface, her arms stretched out across the desk gripping the far edge.

‘Fuck me hard Dan’

He needed no further prompting; Cassie purred as he slid his hard cock into her wet pussy, he gripped her buttocks tightly as he rhythmically thrust it into her.

‘Harder’ Cassie cried out.

Daniel began to thrust harder and harder, the desk shaking with his efforts, he worried that he might be hurting Cassie but she screamed for him to go faster still, until eventually he felt her start to shudder and the slippery walls of her pussy spasm and constrict around is cock as he too came, her whole body was wracked by a powerful orgasm as he pumped her full of his hot semen.

Daniel watched Cassie as he slowly dressed, she had barely moved, still laying across her desk, her hair was matted and sweaty, stuck to her forehead. Her skin was flushed red and she had a big stupid grin on her face. Daniel walked around to her side of the desk and placed a kiss on her forehead and quietly slipped out of the office.