0 comments/ 25857 views/ 2 favorites Slam By: questioneveryone Slam goes the stockroom door. The door crashed behind Katie as she scooted her way into the stockroom, arms loaded with files. Damn, she thought to herself, reaching for the handle, locked. Cursing herself again she remembered that the door locks from the inside. "Stupid!" She muttered out loud as she threw her files to the floor. She was now locked inside the stockroom, no cell phone, no way out, great start to the day. Standing there in the stockroom, thinking about what to do, Katie started to re-assess herself. Where was her head lately? She should have known better. She's had something stuck on her mind for months, Patrick. They were friends, they were co-workers and he was happily married. But attraction could care less about the commitment: it was primal, animalistic and so strong it felt un-shakable. Fact was, she couldn't keep her mind off Patrick. She lusted after him, and her body reacted to him in that manner. Even if she didn't want it to (which she tried to convince herself she didn't) he drew it out. He knew it too; she was sure, because it was so easy to read on her. And instead of backing away, he drew closer, their friendship got deeper, as did her attraction. She felt it deep inside, caressing her spot, when she got close to him. Every time he brushed by her or whenever their eyes met in a meeting, it was lustful and wrong. As she stood there, thinking about Patrick, her skin started heating up. She felt her shirt grow taut across her breasts as her nipples hardened. The smoothness of it made her feel naked. She started breathing heavy as her sense of touch swelled and she leaned back onto the filing cabinet to steady herself. She felt the cold of the steel through her shirt, it felt like ice against her bodies' heat. She thought of him touching her, not brushing by, but actually reaching out and touching her. She unbuttoned her top button and reached under her black lace bra for her nipple, thinking of his hand reaching for her. It was rock hard and eagerly awaiting contact. A little twist and his name slipped from her lips, "Patrick". She could close her eyes and see him touching her, see his head bend to suck on her nipple, feel his teeth graze it. She was on fire, she thought of him reaching out for her, crying out her name as he came and her hand instantly made its way down her body, traveling along her curves, reaching out for her core. Harshly, without warning, she heard the doorknob shake. Straightening herself up quickly, Patrick came walking around the door, Katie gasped. He was pre-occupied, looking for something and not expecting to see her. She froze her lust apparent in her eyes and twirled around quickly. She couldn't make eye contact, she couldn't breathe. The room started to swirl and she felt her heat rising, she felt the moistness between her thighs and he was there, behind her, in person. She gulped in deep swallows of air, trying to calm herself down. He noticed she was upset "are you ok" he asked, reaching out to touch her. 'Don't touch me!' she screamed in her head, as she felt his hand burn into her back. She was on fire, her body yearned for him. "Breathe in, breathe out" she thought to herself. He stepped in concerned, she hadn't answered him yet and he was getting worried. She knew she had to turn around and face him, and as she spun around she saw him let go of the stockroom door. Slam goes the stockroom door and they were alone. "Shit" he muttered and turned around to try the door handle. "It won't work" she responded and asked him for his blackberry, he didn't have it. "But you never go anywhere without your blackberry" she said. "I was only going to get a printer cartridge" he responded looking at her curiously. "What are you doing in here?" he asked with a hint of something more in his tone. He knows she instantly thought and felt herself go red. "Nothing" she stammered, "I came in to file, lost track of my thoughts and let the door close behind me". "Well I guess were stuck in here" he responded with a smile "any ideas on how to pass the time?" With that question lingering between them she immediately turned her back on him again. I can't do this, its hard enough going through the day trying not to be close to him, she had done that. But she was locked in a small room with him! She felt his breath on her neck, she smelled his scent in the room with her, did he smell her scent too? She was so aroused, she felt it emancipating from her: her need, her want. Every ounce of her body wanted her to reach out and touch him. She actually clasped her hands together to keep them from moving on their own accord, towards him. Starting to touch him, stroking him, licking him, stop she told herself! "What were you thinking about to forget about the door?" he questioned, "it must have been something good". She struggled to come up with an answer; all she could think about at the moment was his cock. "Well, what were you thinking about?" she retorted, glancing behind her at him. She managed to catch him just as he peeled his eyes off her ass. She knew it looked good in her short black skirt, it barely covered her ass. Could he see her thong under it? She had dressed for him that morning after a particularly hot night masturbating in the bathtub. She had soaked her body thinking of him, shaved her legs, arms, her pussy – all thinking of him. She had been smooth and soft and was running her hands over her body and couldn't help herself. So this morning, after she woke, she dressed for him. She put on what made her feel sexy. He didn't know she dressed for him, but she knew it, and it made her feel dirty and hot, very hot. Her thong brushed against her clit and she felt a jolt of electricity go up her spine, she's such a dirty tramp. "Why are you looking at the filing cabinets?" she heard Patrick ask and she knew she had to turn around and face him again. As she did, she was fully aware that her nipples were sticking out, hard against the fabric of her shirt – which felt paper thin. They almost strained against it, willing themselves free. He immediately looked at her breasts, and if it was possible – got even harder. She felt her wetness immediately, as soon as she made eye contact with him. He must have read the lust in her eyes, because he sucked in his own breath and broke free of her stare. She had to stop herself, her body from reacting, but how? She tried to convince herself he wasn't interested, he must have thought she was a freak. Some weird pervert who started panting every time she saw him, she rationalized to herself. You should know better. But why was he looking at her like that? she couldn't catch his eyes, but they were all over her body. She watched them follow her legs, graze hungrily over her ass and stop at her hands. Were they stayed, watching her hands intently. She found herself opening her hands and running them along her body. They made their way up to her hips where she started rubbing them in circle over her hip, kneading the skin. His eyes never left her. It was at that moment that she decided to take a risk. A calculated risk, she reasoned but worth it, for a moment in time with him. She felt their connection and their bodies felt their connection, so he had to feel it too, how couldn't he? In a brazen moment, she brought her hands up to her breasts and slowly flicked the tip of her finger across her nipple, then watched him for his reaction. He gasped and when he looked up at her eyes, his were smoky and dark. She let her finger tips come together in a little pinch on the tip of her nipple. First he held her eyes, but then his gaze dropped again to her hands and followed her finger as she brought it seductively up to her mouth, and slowly sucked it down her throat. She heard a deep murmur escape from his body as his eyes sought hers again. The force between them pulled at them both simultaneously and they each took a step forward. Her nipples brushing up against his chest, finally getting the contact they craved. Shivers went through her, following her spine to all the pleasure points on her body: her neck, her breasts, and her pussy. He reached over and kissed her and everything froze. She felt his lips, his tongue and tasted him and then began to mold herself to his body. Finally touching him, she thought to herself, him finally touching her. His hands roamed her body, claiming every inch and grabbed at her breasts, latching onto one nipple. She moaned and started rubbing her lower body against him... friction, she needed friction. The kiss deepened. She heard the doorknob rattle and moved like it was a time bomb. Her instinct reacting with his, they immediately pulled away. Straightening herself out, she pickup up her files and smoothed her hair down. She watched him, as he tucked in his shirt and sucked in a couple deep breaths to calm his nerves. Katie walked toward the door and knocked on it as a co-worker opened it and peered in. "Oh thank god, she managed to get out" looking pointedly worried and concerned. "We'd been knocking for the last half hour." As she heard Patrick expressing his gratefulness at being "rescued" and she made a beeline for the door. He stayed behind and starting walking the co-worker out of the room with him. She took a handful of steps down the hall, when she suddenly stopped and looked back over her shoulders to catch his eyes. He looked up at the same time and looked deep into her eyes. She saw raw desire and passion, instantly her body reacted. She knew they were not done. As he made small talk with the co-worker, she turned back around and heard the Slam of the stockroom door. Slam It Up Mine! I was watching a hot, nasty porn tape, dick in hand, having a perfectly good solo time one Saturday night at my new place. I'd lived here just a month after answering an apartment-sharing ad Jimmy had placed. He had a nice, spacious two-bedroom spread in West Hollywood that he needed to share with someone, and the rent was good. I didn't feel like being stuck in one of those overpriced apartments near the beach, having to pay all the rent on my own, and had no problem sharing a place with a straight dude. I'd done plenty of that in college. When I went up to look at the place and met Jimmy, I explained right away that I was gay, and that didn't seem to faze him at all. A few days later I moved in. I guess the volume must've been turned up on the a TV and I was so absorbed watching and jacking off that I hadn't even heard Jimmy let himself in. But there he was, suddenly standing right in front of me, staring away. I'm sure I blushed a deep crimson as I quickly stuffed my dick back into my jeans. "Oh shit, I thought you weren't going to be back till much later." "Guess you were wrong," he said, an amused smirk on his face. There was an awkward silence as I reached for the remote. "Hell, don't let me stop you. If you're feeling horny and wanna watch some more and jerk off, that's cool. I've done plenty of jerking off sitting on that couch watching videos, believe me." That relieved me a little, his casual attitude, but, still, this was a gay video I was watching and I just didn't feel comfortable continuing with Jimmy back home now, catching me whacking off like this. "Hell, maybe I'll sit down and watch it with you," he said. "But– but– it's gay stuff, you know, guys with– with guys doing–uh– stuff with guys--" I stammered. "Yeah, well, like I said, I'm real horny, so who knows what'll turn me on tonight," he said as we looked at each other, then turned to the TV screen. On the screen a slim young guy was sticking a really big one inside another stud while he was sucking a third guy's cock. "Holy shit, look at the way he can take one that big up his ass," Jimmy said, a little amazed. "That's always been my problem. I got one that size and it's a rare chick who'll ever let stick it up her backdoor." I couldn't believe my ears; how frank Jimmy was being with me, having no problem watching the boy-boy action. Then he looked over at me. "Hey, pull it out again, and I'll pull mine out too. It's been ages since I jerked off next to another dude." Suddenly there we were, fisting our cocks, eyes going back and forth between the TV screen and the sight of dick being slapped. It took about ten seconds for Jimmy's cock to come up to full mast, and I could see he wasn't exaggerating when he compared himself to the stud in the porno video. He was huge! And he noticed me staring at his awesomely oversized dick and smiled at me. "Think you could take one this big up the butt?" he asked with a sexy leer. I could hardly believe how brazen he was, wondering where all this might be heading. "Possible," I said, with a coy smile. "I kind of like 'em nice and big. How many inches you carrying down there anyway?" "There's that tape measure in the kitchen, why don't you go get it and we'll measure it." Like a zombie in a trance I went to kitchen and came back with the tape measure, handing it to him. He hesitated a moment and then handed the tape back to me. "Here, why don't you measure it; you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I could hardly believe my ears. My straight roommate was actually urging me to go ahead and measure the size of his dick! And so with excited, nearly trembling fingers I unrolled it and laid it against the length of his monstrously erect penis. "Mmmmh, ten and a half, almost eleven inches," I said, trying to sound cool even though my heart was pounding in my chest with almost unbearable excitement. "Are you sure? Press it up against my balls, I think I'm good for a solid eleven." And so I did press it against his balls. It didn't quite top out at eleven, even though I told him it did. I could tell he was one of those exceptionally well-hung studs who had fallen in love with his own cock, a cock-narcissist, pure and simple. "Thick too, huh?" he said, loving the attention I was paying to his big penis. To gauge the thickness, I set aside the tape measure and wrapped my fist around the rigid girth. "Yeah, nice and thick," I purred, stroking it now as I stared into his eyes, blazing with arousal as his breathing went deep and heavy. He had reason to be a show-off. Not only was he huge, but Jimmy had himself an absolutely gorgeous cock. It was nice and straight, the knob perfectly proportional to his shaft. Some really hung dudes like him, their dicks are so big that gravity actually makes them hang a little. Not Jimmy's. It stood up hard and straight from his flat, washboard stomach. And it had that nicely etched muscle running up the length of the underside, a detail I love to see in a cock. "You know, I've been told it tastes as good as it feels," he growled, giving me a hard, sexy stare. "Maybe I should taste it then." "Maybe you should," he said, reaching down with a big hand to run his fingers through my hair as I lowered my face. Maybe my new roommate wasn't as straight as he claimed, or maybe, walking in on me like he had and feeling extra horny, he'd chosen just this opportunity to taste some new fruit. I stared up at him as I began to slowly drag my tongue up and down the length, the skin of his erection tautly stretched as I lapped away. I teased him, dragging my tongue over the rough skin of his balls, slowly licking every inch of the ample surface of his cock before I finally opened my lips and took him in my mouth, looking up again. His eyes were closed and he sighed deeply as he felt me work my tongue along the sensitive underside as I hungrily sucked him down now. "Oh yeah, suck my dick, suck my big dick!" he growled, pressing down on my head, pumping it into my mouth. The stud had an aggressive, horny manner about him, a manner I always appreciate in a man. Finally I pulled away. "Let's go to my room," I said as he stood up, and followed me. Inside we both quickly undressed and I realized that a dildo was sitting in plain view by my bedside. I had taken it out earlier, thinking I might use it. Sometimes I like to stuff one inside while I beat off. "I see you like to play with toys," he chuckled mischievously, noticing it too. He fell back on the bed, showing it off to me. I came down with him, but surprised Jimmy by turning him over on his stomach rather than going straight for his cock again. Now I had his muscled buttocks staring me in the face. I massaged those hard, smooth buns of his, then spread them apart. A moment later I was down there, digging my tongue into his crack. He must've loved it, the way he started groaning as he reached back with an arm to press my face between his rugged buttocks. I took my time rimming his hot little hole, before I turned him over again and resumed my cockfest, giving him a blow-job I wanted to make sure he'd never forget. Finally, though, he pushed me away. "Got something else for my cock?" he snarled with a sexy grin. "Yeah, I think I may have something you'd like," I said, getting up on elbows and knees and sticking it out for him, nice and nasty. He sure liked that, staring with an insatiable leer at my exposed and vulnerable ass, the ass I was freely offering to him. "Nice butt, I want it!," he hissed as I reached back to hold myself open for him. Then he took hold of my buttocks with his big hands, massaging them as he spread them wide open. For a long minute I just knelt there, my hole exposed to his view, knowing he was thinking about it, anticipating how he was going get to enjoy a rare treat – stuffing those thick eleven inches of his up a tight, willing asshole. Suddenly, he pressed his face between my buttocks and started lapping away at my sphincter with an eager hunger that stunned me. I've made it with straight guys and most of them will gladly have you suck their dicks and gladly will fuck you. But not too often do you see them willingly get behind you and start rimming your ass. Maybe he had been a rim freak with women and just liked to eat ass, or maybe he had tasted a man's ass before and was hankering for the taste once again. He took his time, making a leisurely meal of my asshole. Then, looking over my shoulder, I watched him squeeze a little jelly out of a tube sitting next to the dildo and slap it into my crack. The next thing I knew he was sliding a big finger up my slick, greased ass. We gazed at each other as I pushed my bottom back against his probing finger. "Like my tight little ass?" I cooed as I reached around with a hand to take hold of his cock again. It was so rigid it felt like it was going to burst. "Love it!" he hissed. "Bet your cock's gonna love it too," I said, as he now slid a second finger inside me. He took his time reaming out my ass with his stiff fingers, twisting them inside me, adding a third and then a fourth. A lot of dudes, they're like jackrabbits. All they want to do is get a quick blow job or stick their cock inside you as fast as they can and get off. Not Jimmy. This stud obviously liked to savor it, first eating me up with his wet, hungry tongue, then taking his time to probe my innards with his eager fingers. "Ooooh yeah, ream me out, stretch me open," I said, twisting his thick, steely inches in my hand as he dug his fingers in deep, stretching me wide open. Next he picked up the dildo and worked that inside, in no hurry. I closed my eyes as he fucked me with the dildo. Man was he ever sexy; he had such smooth, sure moves. It made me wonder, of course. Did Jimmy sometimes fuck himself with a dildo, did he fuck his girlfriends, other guys, on the sly? Maybe I had been entirely wrong about Jimmy being altogether 'straight.' "I'm ready for that big, thick cock of yours," I groaned, now yearning for it. Now he knelt behind me, cock in hand, as I looked over my shoulder at him. I'd been sort of celibate lately and hadn't been fucked in well over a month. But the way Jimmy got me excited and prepped me with a good reaming, I knew I was good and ready for his big one. "Tell me what you want," he hissed, rubbing his smooth cockhead against my slick hole. "I want to hear you say it." "I want you to fuck my ass!" I begged, turning to gaze into his big, sexy eyes. "How do you want me to fuck it?" "I want you to fuck it hard, I want you to fuck it deep, I want you to fuck it rough!" "Like this?" he said, pushing forward as he worked his knob inside me. Only now did I fully appreciate just how thick he was as he started to work it in. And with the first delicious thrust into my hot bottom I realized just how much I needed to get my ass fucked ,as much as he needed to nest that awesomely thick cock of his inside a welcoming butthole. He sensed it too, my eagerness, as he held on to my hips and slowly worked it inside, fucking me with deep, smooth, powerful strokes. And I did my part, pushing back against his strokes as he forced it inside me. Although I had acted so nonchalantly before, only once before had I been fucked by a dude equipped with one as big as Jimmy's. That was years ago and it was a little tough to endure. But I'd had plenty of practice since then! He kept slamming it inside me as I kept pushing back against him, until I realized that he'd managed to get every one of his thick inches inside the hot depths of my ass, his balls slapping against my cheeks, as he buried the full length inside me. My ass felt so deliciously alive as he filled and stretched it the absolute limits. I was going insane with arousal as I looked over my shoulder at him. "That's nice and deep, now how about the rough part?" I said, urging him on, wanting him to know that with me he didn't have to hold back at all. "Like this?" he said, picking up the pace as he pummeled it inside me with a savage fury. Jimmy was strong and muscular; he worked out seriously every day. And he was obviously horny as shit. And he had those beautifully stiff, thick eleven inches to go with the power and the passion. So now as he held on tight, digging his fingers into my hips and ramming inside me with a raw, steady ferocity, I realized just how much I'd been needing it since I'd broken up with Trent a couple of months ago. And this one awesome fuck was sure making up for months of celibacy! As he fucked me, Jimmy reached around to take hold of my cock, finding it as stiff as his own. "Ooooh, look at you, dude," he said, twisting it in his hand as he kept burying his inside me. "You're lovin' it, huh?" "I sure as shit am," I said, looking over my shoulder at him. "My ass is yours!" With his hand still reaching around to hold on to my dick he pushed me down on the bed so I was flat on my stomach and he was flat up against me, hammering me harder than ever now, pulverizing my hot, eager ass while he massaged my dick like he'd had plenty of practice. I'm sure he did, with his own cock at least, if not with other men's cocks. And I couldn't help thinking about that. There may have been other dudes, plenty of them. Or not. All I knew for sure was that Jimmy was having a hell of time fucking me and I was having one hell of a time getting fucked! So good a time, in fact, that a few seconds later he took me over the edge as I unloaded. And just then I felt that unmistakable pulsating inside, felt his meaty cock throb against my obscenely dilated sphincter. And I knew that at that very moment Jimmy had found his pleasure, bathing my innards with his bountiful spunk, as eleven inches of thick beautiful cock found their pleasure inside me. "Glad you moved in, Greg," he whispered in my ear after we settled down. "So am I," I said, turning to look at him, luxuriating in the feel of his cock, still huge, though a touch less rigid, nesting now inside my tender, well-fucked, young ass. Slam2 Slam! Katie slammed the car door behind her as she stepped out into the dark cool air. It was autumn and the air had the smell of winter lingering in it. She felt a brisk breeze brush against her stockings and slide seductively up the inside of her legs. She let herself pause for a moment to enjoy the feeling and try to calm the nerves in her stomach. Her stomach was in knots, in fact, her stomach had been in knots for days. She hadn't seen Patrick since the stockroom episode, but that didn't stop her mind from re-playing the moments in that room step by step. She didn't think a day had actually gone by in the last two weeks that the image of his head bending to suck on her nipple didn't flash through her mind at some random moment. Sitting in the bathroom, getting ready to walk out the door at 5pm, standing in line for coffee, it didn't matter what she was doing when it happened but it made her stop and catch her breath. She would feel her body instantly react to the image, her skin warming to the touch, her breath growing deep and then she swore she could almost feel his teeth actually graze over her nipple. "Mmmm" she groaned out loud, her pussy starting to salivate as the image flashed again through her head. It made her pause right in her tracks and her nipples begin to tighten. "Get control of your self girl!" she chided herself as she started walking again briskly towards the restaurant. She was on her way to a 'business dinner', which translated meant that for the company's dime her small team of twenty got to eat, drink and be merry for a few hours. They had all worked their asses off the last two months to complete a very tough deadline. It was a hard task, but they had accomplished it and it was time to be rewarded. The spirits were high, the booze was flowing and HR wasn't invited. She knew that not only would she have to face him, to look into those amazing eyes, but she would have to speak to him as well, publicly and the thought was terrifying her. As well, there was alcohol involved, which made everyone more comfortable, more familiar than they actually were; suddenly everyone was your best friend. She had taken her time dressing for the evening, going through different outfits, critiquing herself in the mirror. Everyone came right from work, so that didn't give her opportunity to change into her favorite skin tight jeans and low cut blouse like she would have wanted to. She had still managed to make sure her work attire was sexy, she had left her jacket on most of the day – but she was taking it off when she got to the restaurant. Earlier that morning, as she was sliding her block stockings over the legs, she thought of his hot breath on her and started shivering as she pictured him licking her where she was touching - over her ankle, up the back of her thigh and up the curve of her round ass. She barely got the stockings on before she had her hand under them between her legs touching herself. The release came hard and fast, his name once again on her lips, but left her feeling unsatisfied afterward. Walking through the restaurant doors she caught a glimpse of her reflection. She had chosen a black suit. The skirt was short enough to notice and the slip went a little too deep, therefore revealing a pretty expansive area of her upper back thigh. Her shapely legs covered in stockings carried nicely down to a pair of 3 inch heels. The heels did their job and pushed her ass up high under her skirt. She removed her jacket and adjusted her black lace camisole that she had worn underneath, it fit her breasts like a glove, but was rough against her skin and seemed to tickle her nipples when she wore it, keeping them hard and alert. When the waiter walked her into the room, she saw a group of twenty co-workers all mingling happily. Out of the side of her eye she caught sight of him, but did not turn to face him. Her breathing seemed to slow down and she felt her heart beating in her chest. It took all her concentration to not face him and keep her eyes in front of her. One of her friends spotted her and came over to say hello. As she made small talk, she could feel his eyes watching her, surely roaming over her body and taking in her attire. "Wait for it ..." she said to herself as she sat there making small talk and then slowly she allowed herself a brief glance to the left, their eyes met immediately. As they stared at each other, she instantly felt her body's reaction begin. She couldn't stop it and started wondering if he let off a chemical or something. Her nipples started to throb, wanting to feel his mouth on them again and she suddenly realized she had no control over her body when it came to Patrick. Her body had decided what it wanted way before her mind could grasp what was happening. Perhaps it was chemical, perhaps there was some Pheromone that his body omitted that made her skin tingle and her temperature rise whenever she saw him. It seemed possible to her, since her reaction felt so out of control. She just ached for him. All her pressure points started beating harder, she felt her blood pumping, her nipples were rock hard, her pussy was wet, she wondered if she could cum by just having him watch her. "He wouldn't even have to touch me" she realized shaking her head a little in disbelief. The night progressed on and everyone enjoyed themselves eating and drinking socially. They had sat at different ends of the table, but their eyes kept finding their way back to each other. To calm her nerves, she found herself having more drinks than she normally would have. That combined with the four or five bites of food she had eaten, started warming her belly nicely and loosening her inhibitions. She saw him go outside to smoke with a small group of men and decided that a cigarette was exactly what she needed at that moment. As she joined them, she still stayed on the other side of the group from him, not trusting her body to be too close. She felt wanton and dirty, as her eyes kept falling to his crotch. She imagined his cock underneath his pants. She wanted to put it in her mouth and taste it, she imagined drawing it deep into her throat and running her tongue along the bottom of it while she grasped the shaft and started sucking rhythmically. She almost let out a moan right then and there, luckily remembering quickly where she was, she stopped herself. She glanced up to his eyes and saw him watching her. They were filled with lust and humor and she was positive he could read her thoughts. She quickly extinguished the cigarette and turn around to flee inside. The rest of the evening progressed smoothly, everyone laughing and growing more raucous as the booze flowed freely. Even though hours had passed, it seemed like time has flown when suddenly the restaurant staff starting sweeping and turning the chairs over around them. Most of their party had already excused themselves for the evening, and as they walked outside to enjoy the cold night air and another cigarette, only three of them remained. The outside air was colder than Katie had expected and the thin silk jacket of her suit barely could stop the shivers from coursing through her body. He noticed her shaking and slowly moved closer to her. "Sorry" she laughed to the small group, her teeth chattering "I just can't seem to warm up, anyone willing to share some body heat?" and she looked directly into his eyes. Patrick was immediately at her side and she eagerly pressed her body into his, standing at an angle to be able to talk to the other two people in their group. This setup allowed them the advantage of having one free arm that remained invisible to the people around them. Within seconds she felt his hand through his pants pocket start to stroke her leg. He then removed it and wrapped it along her lower back, slowly caressing her. She slowly traced a finger along his arm through his work shirt. She loved his arms, they were sturdy and strong, but she especially loved the area on the inside of his inner wrists. Perhaps because in their meetings at work, it was the only visible skin and she found herself sitting there staring at it intently so often. Right now she was lightly running her finger on that very spot, feeling the warmth of his skin and the roughness of his hair. It brought more shivers to her body. "Damn, I'm cold" she said again. Then she felt his hand lightly touching the small of her back and slowing slipping under her shirt. He was very careful not to draw any attention to them, managing to keep up the small talk in the group while driving her crazy running his hand over her skin. She was so aroused her mind felt fuzzy, as if she was watching the scene from afar. After the cigarette was over the other two members of their group said goodnight and they all started walking towards their cars. She had parked in the very back of the parking lot upon arriving. At the time she didn't think much of it, but now she realized she had held out the hope that perhaps he would walk her to her car later. "Wow, you parked all the way back there" Patrick stated out loud, as their co-workers started to enter their cars. "I'll have to walk you to your car" he stated "it's pretty dark out here" and they bid their co-workers goodnight and started walking slowly across the parking lot. They walked towards her car with a foot of space between them, waiting for the sound of car engines to start and then glancing over their shoulders as the last car pulled out. Suddenly, they were alone. She reached over and grabbed his arm while walking the last few steps to her car with him and then turned to face him. "Goodnight" she whispered as she looked up his eyes. "Goodnight" he responded giving her a look that blew her away. They were alone, slightly buzzed; late at night in a dark parking lot, how did this happen? She said to herself as she looked up into his eyes ... she shouldn't. That was her last thought right before she reached for him, reached to kiss him, reached to touch him and as he reached for her. She couldn't have stopped herself; it wasn't possible to stop herself. They gave themselves to a moment of freedom, both knowing that they were going their separate ways that night. As their kisses deepened, they began to explore each other bodies and her own body reacted explosively. Her blood was pumping, her pussy on fire and her nipples so hard they hurt a little when he reached under her shirt to pinch them, which made a tremor run through her body. She loved the feeling of his hands, he had great hands and they felt rough against her skin. Passion built quickly and her pussy was quivering as she rubbed his cock through his pants and crushed her tits onto his chest. "We're giving a show to the cook staff" he joked as they saw a few cars from the back of the restaurant pull out. She knew it was time to go. She smiled slowly and turned around to open her car door, purposely allowing her round ass to come into direct contact with his rock hard cock that was pulling at his pants. As she backed up to open the door, she started to rub her ass back and forth over his cock. He moaned lightly in her ear as his arms wrapped around her and they started to sway back and forth together. She was on fire, but forced herself to walk towards her open car. "Where you going?" he whispered hoarsely, reaching around to grab her under her shirt and pull her body back to his. She allowed herself a moment to relax and just feel, giving her body a little win; as she started to rock back onto his cock again she felt her clit contract and suddenly realized she was very close to cumming. That thought made her breath catch in her throat and she pulled away from him once more. "Go" she thought to herself "go now!" She kissed him one more time and then didn't say another word as she quickly jumped into her car. He smiled at her knowingly and turned around and began to walk away. She sat there with the door open letting herself cool down. She took some deep calming breaths and then she glanced in the car's rearview mirror. She saw she still wore a big stupid smile smeared across her face. "You've got it bad" she said to herself, shaking her head, as she stopped smiling and grabbed for the door handle. Slam! Slammin' Asses A week ago I moved back into my parent's basement, from my college dorm rooms. With this change in lifestyle, I realized two things: one, there are very few things in life that are more debilitating than living in your parents' basement and sharing a bathroom with your sister, and two, my sister had changed since I left for college. When I left, she was finishing her junior year in high school and was two weeks from getting her cast off. She was a cheerleader, and had broken her leg when her bases failed to catch her during a routine trick. I'm proud to say that no, she wasn't the preppy blonde type that project enthusiasm from every orifice. My sister Katie was an brunette Irish girl with freckles under her eyes and a squinty smile. But when I pulled my bottomed-out-with-college-shit-Honda into my parents' driveway last week Katie was the first to meet me. She threw the front door open and came bounding out through the front lawn to me. I couldn't hardly move; I was stunned. Her pale, thin legs had firmed and tanned. They were long and taught, all the way up to her green short shorts. She wore them the way she always did; with the waistband rolled down a few times to make them even shorter. Only this time I shamefully felt myself wishing she had rolled them one further. To make matters worse she was wearing a tiny blue bikini top, her toned stomach and hips made up for her modestly sized chest. She had always joked about having a lack of boobs, but had sworn she was waiting for her ass to come in. When she crashed into me and threw her arms around my neck I found myself looking down to see if it had. I was not disappointed. "Liam! I've missed you so much!" Katie said into my shoulder. I could smell lavender in her thick, brown hair. "I know I'm sorry I didn't call as much as I said I would." I shrugged when she finally separated. She kept her hands on my shoulders though, her bright green eyes looking into mine earnestly. "You think I actually believed you'd call every two weeks?" she glowered at me. I laughed. "Well then I retract my apology, since I obviously didn't disappoint you." Katie scoffed. "Jerk." She insisted on helping me with my suitcase while I took my computer bag and backpack. I stayed behind a second to "lock my trunk" so Katie would walk in front of me. My mouth slackened at the sight of her ass in those shorts. They were so short that I could see just where the backs of her thighs curved outward to her ass. So tan. So smooth. My parents - that is, Katie and I's dad, and our step-mom - greeted me from their various positions in the house. "Hello, hello!" My dad called in his familiar echoing call from the dining room. "Hello?" I called out, leaning through the entryway to see him. He had his glasses low on his nose, looking down to his laptop on the dining room table. "Hey, Liam. I'm in my office." Our step-mom Tracy said. "Hey," I waved when she came into view behind her desk. She had lost weight, it seemed, but with her enormous tits hanging so low, it was hard to tell. But I could see it in her face. I didn't really care, Tracy was a bitch. I couldn't stand her. "How was your drive?" Dad asked. "Not bad. Little bit of construction in Pullman but nothing bad." "Good, good. Well, your room's all cleaned out, Tracy took the storage boxes back out and put them in the boys' play room." "Tommy and Eric are sacrificing their lego room?" I mocked astonishment. "Yeah, big deal." My dad rolled his eyes. "Anyway, Katie said she'd help you unpack and Tracy and I are working on some numbers for a new client so we'll keep workin'." "No problem." I nodded, unsurprised. Always the businessman, my father. Once I got too old for him to keep coaching he started to lose interest in making time for me. And when I football season was over senior year, and he couldn't even watch me anymore, it was like he couldn't have cared whether I was living or dying. Probably an exaggeration, but the point is still valid. Anyway, Katie did help me unpack, making several trips out to my car with me to move everything in. "I really appreciate the help." I assured her when the point of her being able to help had passed. "No problem, dude." she smiled. "I'm glad you're back." "Yeah, we'll see how long I last before I blow my brains out." She laughed, a little too hard it seemed. Like she was exaggerating for my benefit or something. "Don't do that." "Ok. Well, good night, and thanks again." "Anytime." She left the room with a funny little strut that wiggled her big butt around and then she stopped and turned around at the door. "Are you going to shower before you go to bed?" "Probably, yeah." "Okay." she nodded, and then closed the door as she left for her room across the hall. Looking around at my suitcases and bags of old dormroom knick-knacks and studying equipment, I realized I had a ton of work ahead of me, and I really didn't want to do it. Resolving to definitely do it tomorrow or never, I piled everything to one corner of my room, knowing I would be living out of that corner of living supplies until their containers were empty. Instead I wanted to take that shower. I stripped down naked and threw a towel around my waist, and stopped to check myself out in the mirror by my door. I was relatively pleased, considering I had been so busy studying for finals that I had no chance to get any exercise. I was mostly just glad I had managed to avoid gaining the dreaded freshman 15. I knew a lot of people that even got hit by the uglier freshman 25. Sad souls, all of them. I threw open my bedroom door only to find Katie halfway across the hall headed to the bathroom completely topless, and nothing but tiny pink Brazilian panties. She made no effort to cover herself, but merely made a slightly quicker step into the bathroom. She even kept eye contact with me, and I swear I saw a smirk on those red lips. When she closed the door to the bathroom, I heard the shower head immediately burst to life. I couldn't help it; I was stunned again. She was so cavalier with her body in front of me suddenly. She used to be so nervous around me. I suddenly felt a pulse of lust course through me and jolt my dick against my towel. I felt it lengthen and thicken as my thoughts of my sister in the shower suddenly turned very wicked. It took no stretch of an imagination to think of what she looked like completely naked; the panties didn't hide much. Before I knew it I was leaning in the door frame, staring at the golden door knob of the bathroom with my hand under my towel, firmly squeezing my aching cock. I imagined the hot water of the shower cascading down her tight back and down her big round ass cheeks. She joked about getting her ass, and God knows she got one for the ages. I could feel my cock start to tingle with ecstasy as I imagined myself in the shower with her, standing behind her, my finger inside of her from behind, my rock hard cock resting firmly between her ass cheeks. Before I knew I was pumping my cock into a furious orgasm. It was unlike any I had ever had; I went up on the balls of my feet, I groaned like a walrus and not to mention I came all over the fucking place. It was the type of orgasm you get dizzy from afterwards and your ass starts twitching. In fact I'm sure if anyone would have seen me I'd have looked completely ridiculous, but I didn't care. I had never had a more powerful orgasm in my life. And it was because for the first time I was thinking of my sister. I waited for the guilt; I waited for the blood to flow back from my still-throbbing cock and get back to the rational part of my brain. But even when my dick finally softened, a good ten minutes later, I didn't feel guilty. I wanted more. I wanted to look up all the incest porn on the internet I could find. I had always been so disgusted with the idea, told from day one that it was an evil thing; but I didn't care if it was anymore. Nothing got me off like the thought of fucking my sister. And she didn't make it easy to stop either. More and more often I would catch her on the way to taking a shower. She kept her towels in the bathroom so she never wore them going in, and even coming back out she'd walk dripping wet into her room. Of course, when that happened, I was deliberately leaving my door open whenever Katie took a shower. I even considered repositioning the furniture in my room so I could lay in bed and look right out the door and into her room - should she ever leave her door open too. But I got a hold of myself before that started to get out of hand. One day not long after I spent a good hour browsing brother and sister incest videos Katie knocked on my door. When I beckoned her in she poked her head in, leaning forward. She was wearing the tiny blue bikini again, and I could see she had the bottoms on now too. "Hey, I'm gonna jump in the hot tub. You wanna join me?" "Uh," I pretended to act like it was a hard decision, "sure, I'll be up in a few minutes." I told her. She smiled almost wickedly - or so I thought anyway - and retreated down the hall with a towel under her arm. "Okay, think." I said to myself once I knew she was out of earshot. I knew there was a way I could get a peak at her naked. It only took me five seconds to think of a way. Both of our rooms were in the basement, which meant our windows had wells in them with little mini iron ladders to use in case there's a fire. But they're only about 4 feet deep. And I knew from memory that if I stood just at the edge of the well in my back yard, I could see Katie's bed through her window. I rushed into my swim trunks and slowly crept across the hall to Katie's room. I knocked first, to see if she hadn't yet left. But there came no answer, so I entered. I saw that the blinds on her window were down and closed. "Good thing I checked," I said out loud. I opened the blinds completely and raised them up almost to the top - enough so I knew I could still see Katie's bed from my back yard. Luckily both our parents and were at our little brothers' basketball game, so Katie and I had the house to ourselves. The hot tub was on our back porch, just outside our parents bedroom, so before I went outside to join her, I made a quick detour into their room. Giddy with anticipation, I could already feel my member stirring in my loins. I peered through my parents blinds to the hot tub where Katie was sitting with her back to me, seemingly waiting patiently. I waited for a moment; watching her, realizing how creepy this would be if someone saw me, laughing at myself for how sick I had become, but never leaving. I don't know what I expected. To catch her masturbating? Not likely. I only waited a minute or two before I joined her in the hot tub, but I wanted to make sure I had a good chub going to fill my swim suit up for her. "Finally." she said when I came out. "Yeah, sorry I was just using the bathroom first." "Suuure." she smirked. I knew she was just teasing, but the fact that she was at that moment made me suspicious. I hung my towel on the racks and looked down at Katie in the corner of my eye. I wanted to see if she was looking at my crotch, but I couldn't tell without being obvious and staring at her. When I got in, I sank slowly into the bubbly depths of the chlorine tub and enjoyed one of the few benefits to living in my parents' house. "Miss this?" she asked with a knowledgeable smile. "More than you know." I replied just as covertly. Our hot tub conversations were, historically, arbitrary, and irrelevant. It was something of a tradition for the two of us to have some random, really entertaining and most likely hilarious conversation. This time it was about what would be the worst super power. Katie said mind reading, because then you would know everybody's dirty little secrets, not to mention what they really thought of you. "True," I agreed. "I'm sure there's plenty of people I talk to who act nice but actually wanna beat the piss outta me." Katie laughed in agreement. "Exactly! So what about you?" "Constant horniness." I answered bravely. She just scoffed again. "How is that a super power?" "Some guys would think it is, you'd be surprised." "Pff. College guys?" "College guys." I nodded, and we laughed. "Hmm. I don't know. I kinda like being horny." she grinned. "You do?" I asked, trying to remain calm and keep the bubbles over my swimsuit. "Yeah, I mean . . . getting the tingles all over your body," she grinned, and I could see her face getting flushed, "being intimate with someone, feeling them get off on you too, it's all such a rush." No use. I was rock hard now. "Jesus, Katie. So I assume you're not a virgin anymore?" I laughed nervously. She giggled to herself, and ran her hands along her thighs under the water. "Of course not, I'm 18 now." "So what they just take your V-card on your 18th birthday as a tradition now, is that how it is? Big oiled up stripper pops outta your cake and slams ass with you?" She laughed out loud at that one, a genuine laugh this time. "What did you just call it?" "Slammin' ass?" I grinned. "That's what we've been calling it in the dorm." "Slammin' ass." Katie repeated. "I like it." There it was again. That evil smile. It was so dirty. So lustful. And she knew it too, that much I could tell for damn sure. She was teasing me on purpose. And I can't say I didn't like it. "That reminds me of something my friend Jordan was saying today." Katie said suddenly. "What's that?" "We were just finishing up at the gym and she goes, 'you know when you shave your um . . . cooch,'" Before Katie could finish she burst into laughter, and I felt my dick throb with each heartbeat in the hot water. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she breathed slowly. "So she says, 'You know when you shave your cooch and it gets really itchy?' And I said 'No! I always wax my pussy." I didn't think it was possible to get this hard. I literally hard to act like I was itching my foot just so I could grab my cock for half a second and give it a good squeeze. I wasn't sure, but I might have seen Katie's eyes dart down into the water towards my crotch when I did. But I couldn't be sure. "What does that have to do with you being a virgin?" "Oh, because when I was a virgin I didn't wax, and when I was 17 and I popped my cherry the guy told me he liked it bald. And then I realized every guy likes bald pussy so I've been waxing ever since." "You lost your virginity at 17?" I repeated, dumbfounded. "Yeah." she laughed. "It wasn't that great. I feel like sex should be a lot better than I've gotten it yet, you know? Like I want to get it from someone who knows what they're doing. I wanna slam ass with a pro, you know?" she laughed at her joke, but I could hardly contain myself. I turned the jets on a higher blast, pretending to laugh her comment off with her, while I actually used the cover of the doubled bubbles to slowly stroke my cock through my shorts. "I'm sure there's someone who can, er - service you, properly." I joked. "Service me?" she gasped, offended. "I'm not a whore, Liam!" Without any hesitation, she suddenly lunged forward across the hot tub and into my lap. I panicked completely. I yanked my hand away from my cock at first, but then I put it out in front of me to stop her from accidentally bumping it. I crossed my legs and then uncrossed them, all to no avail. The water tossed and churned and she landed herself spread eagled across my lap with her hands around my face. She mushed my cheeks together like she used to when she was younger, telling me to apologize, but I could hardly focus. She was sitting directly on the head of my cock, putting a lot of pressure on it, and she was acting like it wasn't even there. I knew it wasn't because she couldn't feel it. I hate it when they say "every guy measures", and I'm not saying I have because I think that's a little pathetic, but it's 7 inches and 9 centimeters long. So she feels it. She just isn't saying anything. Because she isn't bothered by it. She likes it. When I finally apologized she hopped off my lap, and in doing so put her hand on my lap to push off. Before I could stop her her hand was pressing my rock hard cock firmly against my stomach as she pushed herself back to her corner. "I'm turning into a prune in here. I'm gonna head in." "Okay, I just got in, so I'll veg out for a little bit." I said, unable to peel my eyes off her dripping ass and legs as she bent over to exit the tub. "Okay, you should probably put some chlorine in when you get out." she said as she wrapped her towel around her just covering her tits. "Good thinking." I agreed, watching her leave. I waited twenty seconds for her to get through the living room and to the stairs into the basement before I leapt out of the hot tub and threw my slippers on. I stood at the edge of Katie's window well and waited. I figured she must be drying off in the bathroom, because it was another five minutes of standing in the June sun drying the old fashioned way for me before she entered. It was well worth the wait. She was as naked as the day she was born, her door wide open, she even paused in her doorway and looked across the hall, like she was looking into my room. I couldn't remember if I'd left my bedroom door open. Oh well, it didn't matter. I watched, transfixed as she closed her bedroom door and sauntered across her room to the mirror beside her bed. From where she stood, I could see her neck down to her knees. It was the perfect position, because that meant she couldn't see me standing there, and I could see her perky little tits, her wide hips, her perfect, enormous ass, and of course her waxed bald pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. My cock throbbed painfully in my dripping swim trunks and I squeezed it tightly in my hand, watching her stare at herself in her mirror. What is she thinking? I wondered. She had to have felt my cock when she sat on it, and that means she damn sure put her hand on it on purpose - My thought process was cut short when Katie plunged her middle finger between her legs and started slowly penetrating herself there in front of the mirror. My mouth hung slackly open, my hand was now in my pants, grasping my throbbing, veiny manhood in my palm, squeezing it slowly but firmly, taking my time. I didn't wanna cum too soon if she was going to do this for a while. Alas, she only finger fucked herself for another few minutes before she stopped and threw some panties and a bra on and started reading a book in her bed. I threw a chlorine tab in our hot tub and dried off in the bathroom as well, noticing Katie's sopping wet bikini tops and bottoms hanging from the shower curtain bar. Without hesitation I grabbed the bottoms and shoved the crotch under my nose, searching for any scent of my sisters juices therein, but smelt only chlorine. It didn't matter though, the knowledge that only moments ago my sister's bald pussy had been touching this fabric, and she might have even been getting turned on to my hard cock, was enough for me to get off. I wrapped the cold, wet bottoms around my throbbing member so the fabric that covered her pussy met the tip of my cock. It was literally seconds before I was having another explosive orgasm into my sister's bikini bottoms. I only had to imagine what just happened in the hot tub only naked, with my sister's bald pussy lips slowly rocking back and forth over my cock, gasping out my name, her long auburn hair dangling over us both as we breathed our lust for incest into each other. Things settled down for a while after that, sadly. I wondered if she had felt guilty about what happened in the hot tub, but somehow doubted it. She wasn't acting bashful or different around me, she just wasn't parading her half naked body around me anymore. Which, admittedly, was just about enough to make me cry. Slammin' Asses Thankfully, I was inviting her to hot tub with me more often now, and she thankfully enjoyed it almost as much as I did. If she had any idea that I was jerking it while watching her undress after every time however, I doubt she'd be so willing to take a dip with me. After about a month of me sneaking to her bedroom window every time we hot tubbed together - about twice a week or so - and blowing a load into the red rock by the well, Katie made another move. I got a text one day when our parents were at yet another basketball game for our little brothers. It read: Hey, I'm trying to set up the old Super Nintendo but can't figure out the cords. lol. can you help me? ;) It wasn't the first time. Katie was one of the most technologically impaired teenage girls I knew, when it came to anything outside her own cell phone. I had hooked up the Super Nintendo for her multiple times in the past. So I assumed this was nothing new and expected nothing going into her room. She was wearing her cheerleader outfit, skirt, skimpy sleeveless vest, and even the spankies - I soon found out - the complete outfit. "Uh, why are you wearing that?" I asked suspiciously. "Oh, I was just practicing some old cheers. It feels good to be back in the old uniform." she matted the skirt down with her hands to go around her legs, and only then did I realize she had the skirt hiked up much higher than normal. School dress code says the skirt hem has to reach your fingertips. Hers barely reached her wrists. When she turned around and pointed at the TV, that was when I noticed the spankies. "Make it work." she ordered. "Yeah, yeah." I shook my head, trying not to get a hard on right there in front of her. The way she had the system set up, I had to lean against the wall and bend over to hook up the cables. She already had power set up right, she just needed the audio and video cords plugged in, as usual. "Okay," I said after plugging them in correctly. "Now you're good." "Thank you, big brother!" she smiled, standing on her tip toes and wrapping her arms around my neck again. "Now let me look, I wanna get this right next time so I can do it myself." I paused and waited to see if she had a question, and lord am I glad I did. She bent at the waist with one hand on the wall, her perfect round ass poking out far beneath her skirt. Her spankies were so tight that I could see each of her bald pussy lips outlined in the fabric, a perfect mound between her scrumptious, creamy thighs. "Damn." I said aloud, unable to control myself. "What?" she asked, without standing. "Those spankies don't really leave much to the imagination, do they?" I joked, forcing myself to turn away when she bent her body to look at me, but still remained bent at the waist. "Why you lookin?" she asked more playfully than angry. "Are you kidding?" I laughed. "That's like asking you not to look at my crotch if I was wearing basketball shorts and had a huge hard on." Katie laughed and went back to look at the cables, keeping her ass and pussy in full view of me. "You're right, I probably wouldn't be able to help myself." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Exactly. So cut my gender some slack." "Mmmm," she thought aloud, wiggling her butt back and forth, "I suppose." "Come on, seriously?" I whined. Katie just laughed very playfully, but stayed bent over. She wasn't even looking at the cords anymore. It almost seemed like she was waiting for me. "Er, so," I began, taking a step forward toward her. "Is this why they call them," as I paused, I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and slapped Katie on the ass. But I aimed my palm so it would catch her inner thigh, close to her pussy. Katie let out an audible moan, and finally stood. "No," she shot a look at me with a nervous smile. "That is not how they get the name." She tried to sound mad, but she couldn't hide her flushed cheeks or her smile. I knew from that moment I had her. "I think you owe me a game." I said, picking up a controller and sitting in the one chair she had in her room. "Hey that's my chair!" she insisted. "First come first serve, dude." I shrugged. "Fine, we'll just have to share." she shot back as if this was punishment to me. She bent over again at the waist to get her own controller, and plopped her creamy thighs down on my lap, her perfect ass pressing down on my iron hard cock. "Rainbow road?" she asked, as if nothing was amiss, navigating through the Mario Kart menu like the seasoned pro she was. "Are we raising the stakes?" I asked, as one of us was always wont to do during a Mario Kart race. We always bet stuff. Usually chores or laundry priveliges or, back when we shared a car, who had to fill the tank next. "Sure." she said, zoned out on the TV. "What are we doing, then?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist so I could use the controller with my hands in her lap. "Oh, I'm sure we'll think of something." she mused, and as she did so she rocked her hips side to side on top of me so that her ass cheeks wiggled themselves to perfectly wedge my cock between them. When the race began, she jumped a little just like she always does, and I suddenly realized how much fun this race was going to be. Katie always made little jumps and jolts with her body when she raced in video games. I watched the game and did my best to try and stick with her character to keep the game as exciting as possible for her. More excitement means more movement on my lap. And it worked like a charm. Every time I rammed her in the game she'd grind her hips on my lap, and halfway through the game I could feel the precum in my boxers starting to make a mess. I knew I wasn't going to be able to get up and explain myself now unless she completely ignored me when I left, which I somehow doubted. By the final lap, towards the end I was winning, but knowing that my lovely sister would repay me for my kindness, I purposefully crashed and let her win at the last minute. She was so excited that she did a little dance on my lap. That's when I realized my sister was giving me a lap dance - only to Mario Kart music. Probably a first. "So," she said, grinding her ass against my cock without the slightest hesitation anymore, "I won. So do I get to pick my prize?" "I think so," I said, tossing the controller on the floor. I ran my hands along her creamy thighs, slowly moving them up towards her crotch. "I want to watch you." she said roughly as she pressed particularly hard with her ass on my cock. "I want to watch you get off." I couldn't believe my eyes. My own sister wanted me to masturbate in front of her. Her eyes met mine, and the way her eyelids halfway closed, the way her lips were just barely separated, as if she had a naughty thought on the tip of her tongue, it was all too much for me to resist. It didn't matter who she was. I knew I'd do anything to get her off. The fact that she was my sister just made my member throb with lust and passion even more. "Okay, hop up." I said eagerly, smiling excitedly back at her. She got off my lap and bent over at the waist again, giving me a good look at her pussy again. It was soaked now, the wet spandex-like fabric of her spankies clung with a stickiness to her lips in such a dirty way that I wanted to clean it all off with my tongue. I pulled my shorts and under wear down to my ankles and Katie squatted between my knees, staring at my throbbing cock in my hands. I gently ran my hands along my cock like a sculptor admiring his work - I had to make it look appealing for her didn't I? And it worked, from what I could tell. There was such a deep fire in her eyes when she stared at my cock, a hunger that I could relate too as well. The moment I started stroking my member she plunged her hand under her skirt and panties and started finger fucking herself. We didn't say anything, we just looked at each other and fucked ourselves silly. I would stare at her sopping spankies and see the the shape of her hand underneath working furiously to get herself off at the sight of my cock. Then we would make eye contact, and it was almost more sexy than watching her finger herself. When we looked into each other's eyes we saw each other for what we were, sick, horny teenagers who wanted to get off in the best way possible. The fact that it was forbidden and tabooed in damn near every culture across the world made it that much hotter; the fact that we were both willing to cross that boundary for a deeper level of sexual gratification was the best turn on I could get. When I finally started to feel my balls tingle, I said, "I'm gonna cum, Katie." I had barely finished the sentence when she moaned in sudden pleasure as if I had said the sexiest words possible to her, and she leaned forward and wrapped the head of my cock around her plump wet lips. I was in shock, and I could hardly believe my eyes, but my cock exploded with cum as my sister sucked it from tip to shaft, and she cradled my balls in her palm as well, gently tugging on them while I filled her mouth with my seed. She moaned with each new spurt of jizz until finally I stopped, and she sucked every last bit off of me. "Damn." she smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "When you told me you were gonna cum I just about exploded down there." she laughed, blushing again. "It got me so hot. And your jizz tastes so good. I don't usually like it, but I think . . . I think knowing that it's my brothers makes me like it." "I know, right?!" I exclaimed, thrilled that she saw it the same way I did. "Knowing we're breaking so many cultural tabooes makes it so much hotter." "I know. But um . . ." she looked at my cock again, still standing erect and ready to go. "I got myself off like half an hour ago, so I couldn't finish." she then stood, and slowly began stripping in front of me. I didn't need for her to tell me twice. Before she could say another word I stood and picked her up by the ass, and threw her onto her bed. She laughed excitedly as she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs to me. "I can't believe I'm gonna fuck my brother." she giggled, watching me take the rest of my clothes off. "Your brother's gonna fuck you, you mean." I said, kneeling between her legs. She smiled devilishly again, and I felt my cock harden once more. "Do it." she said. I pushed my head just passed her lips and felt the warm entrance of her pussy, and held it there. Part of me wanted to put on a condom, but I felt like if I stopped now it'd be over for good. "I'm on the pill, Liam." she insisted. I didn't need another second. I thrusted myself into her until I felt my balls rest against her ass. "Oh, my god, finally." she said through closed eyes and biting her lip. "It's been so long since I had a good fucking, big brother." she began to talk in a slight baby voice, which normally would be annoying to me, but it only turned me on that much other. "I'm so glad I can rely on my big strong brother to fuck me now any time I need his big cock." "Oh my god, Katie." I yelled, hardly able to believe my ears. My younger sister was asking me for sex, begging me for it, and here I had been wasting time jerking it outside her window for over a month. "You like how your little sister's pussy feels on your cock, Liam? Hmm?" she went on. "Oh, my god, that's so good, keep going deep like that, yes. Ugh, FUCK, you're good at this. Whoa, hey! Damn take charge, bro!" She couldn't keep the grin off her face as I threw her onto her hands and knees with my throbbing cock still lodged deep into her pussy. Then I was able to grab her by her hip bones and pull myself as deep as I possibly could. I started slow, just because the sight of my younger sister bent over, offering her ass and waxed pussy to me was almost more than I could handle. I had to go slow to keep from nutting all inside her at that second. "Mmm, I like this," she said, looking back at me with each steady thrust. "It's so deep, I feel it so much different like this." "Haven't you ever been fucked doggy style, little sister?" I asked, keeping the unusual pronouns of brother and sister going for the increased arousal. "Not like this," she groaned, letting her head fall and her eyes close in pure ecstacy. She purred like a lioness with each thrust, and it was everything I could do to keep from blowing a fat load inside my sister every time I looked down and watched her pussy lips swallowing my cock. Finally when I started to feel my balls settle I picked up the pace, and thankfully Katie just enjoyed it that much more. Her gentle purring became exasperated moaning, saying "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over, and saying "fuck your little sister" as much as possible. I think she felt my cock spasm every time she said it and she knew how much I loved it. I was able to keep up that pace long enough to feel her body clench up and her pussy walls tighten around my cock as she orgasmed. She collapsed face first into her pillow when she finished, after nearly a full minute of gasping. She then watched with tired, lustful eyes as I finished inside of her. I only had to pump myself into her a dozen more times before I blew my load inside her. She moaned with each spurt as well, smiling when my cock finally fell out of her pussy, softening for the first time in hours. "Holy fuck." she said, reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit. I sat back and watched my cum ooze from between her pussy lips and run along her finger. She slumped to her side and sucked on her finger, smiling up at me. "That was the best I've ever had." I told her. "Ya think!" she exclaimed, obviously in agreement. "Oh my god, as soon as you can get that monster up again you and I are going for round two. We're going to be slammin' asses a lot this summer big bro."