1 comments/ 15960 views/ 1 favorites Lascif By: nicholai_volchenko She tossed and turned, restless in her sleep. The same recurring dreams haunting her sleep of a dark, enshrouded, nightmare horseman on a demon-black horse; in whispered silence racing through the misted moors . . . and through her dreams. However, tonight was different. Tonight she could hear the thundering hoof beats and snorted breathing of the raging beast, its muscles glistened in the moonlight; hot leather jet black, the crack of the whip echoed down the shadowed corridors and she could see a face on the nightmarish rider. Fiery eyes that burned blood-red from under a black, wide brimmed hat as he cursed like a banshee, fiercely riding on into the night. Louder and louder, the hoof beats became. Closer he became and she could sense him drawing nearer. Then, as his horse reared as sharply as a lightning bolt and let out a horrific laugh---a thunderclap, a slashing scream in the night . . . she awoke. Cold and sweating, shivering, she sat up in her bed and quickly drew the dampened sheet up to her breast. The ominous darkness held an eerie presence that sent an electric current pulsating through her and she nervously leaned over to a night stand beside her bed and turned up the oil lamp that with only a hinted glimmer sat idle on the table. He was there . . . in her room! Standing. Staring. Expressionless, his shadowed face foreboding and she gasped at his indignant appearance. She tried to speak, to scream, to confront this intruder but terror had stolen her voice. She could not speak, as her chest rose vehemently and she could only stare into his burning glare. Hypnotized, captured in his spell, she remained still as he seemed now to talk to her through her eyes. Her mind tried to fend him off but her body had become his and as she fought the urge to look at him, she unwarily lowered the sheets revealing herself to him. Her strapped satin gown was damp with perspiration and her long blonde hair was disheveled as it lay limp across her shoulders and down her back. With what aplomb remained, she brought her arms across her chest and gripped tightly to her shoulders. . Frozen with fear, she remained still, her tethered limbs bound by the shackles of his consuming stare restraining her as he slowly, seductively, stepped toward her. He was silent as he stepped up to her bed. The hard leather soles of his riding boots were mute on the hard tiled floor and all she could hear was her own heartbeat thundering in her chest like the hoof beats of the demon cursor of her nightmares. A nightmare that now stood before her, staring, terrorizing. As he removed his hat, the bangs of his night black, shoulder length hair fell about his face and like the enshrouding cape he wore about his shoulders, hung limp and mysterious. She could not speak or reason, and the cold fear in her eyes had become his aphrodisiac, and he wanted more. Leaning over her, she could smell the cold, cruel whisper of death on his breath, however, like the proverbial, moth to the flame she was drawn to him. Trembling as she unconsciously, invitingly, held out her hand to him, long, gray fingernails and coarse palms gently took hold of her wrist. Immediately, she could feel the energy of a thousand lives race through her body. As he softly, sensually pressed his lips to her wrist, she tilted her head back in surrender, to exhaust the raging electricity that vibrated through her. He too could feel the energy her terrorized body supplied as he pressed his dry lips harder onto the tender flesh of her wrist, and savoring the sensation of her lifeblood pulsating through her arteries, softly bit into her tender flesh. And smiled down at his now, most willing prey. Whimpering quietly, she cringed at the sting of his teeth and cried out into the shadows as he scraped his teeth along inside of her forearm, into the crease of her elbow. Soft, pale flesh that beckoned his desire drew him up her arm to her shoulder and the sensation was like a firebrand up her arm as he caressed her shoulder with his teeth. Erotic, tantalizing, she turned away from him and with her left hand that still tenaciously clung onto her shoulder, deftly loosened the knot that tied the strap over her shoulder and releasing the satin material and tensing her body in anticipation of his touch. His eyes ignited with an insatiable thirst as she revealed her neck to him and she could physically feel the burn of his desire as his eyes seared lashes across her bare flesh. She was his one desire, to have her, taste of her, to take her, his nightmarish passion, his darkened covet calling him. With one hand still clasping her wrist, he whispered his fingers through her long, soft, blonde hair easing the feathered tresses that hung down over her shoulder back over and down her back. Nothing could impede his task and as he put his gnarled palm to the nape of her neck she arched her back in licentious abandon and slowly drifted down onto the satin sheets that covered the billowy mattress. The bedside oil lamp, providing the only illumination to the room, spawned demon- like shadows to the limestone walls, dancing in audience to their master's clandestine opera. Veiled in darkness, he coveted his mistress as she lay still before him. Her head turned on the pillow, her breathing deep and loud, she whispered cries of anticipation and sharp gasps of terror melding into muffled moans that provided his prurient overture. He would strike in his own time, though the gray moon that waned on the horizon would soon betray him to the garish rays of dawn. His world is of darkness. In this nightmare realm of the undead he resides as ruler from coffin to shadow and the nocturnal beasts his court, and tonight she would join him; married to his lust, confined to the shadows. Holding the back of her neck with one hand he gently lowered her hand down onto the bed beside her before he put his other hand against her cheek. Then, lifting his head away from her, he bared his fangs and growled as he pressed her head into the pillow. With saliva dripping from his teeth he screamed wildly releasing her from his hypnotic clenches, she recognized the screams from her dreams, and now fighting against his strength she searched the darkness with only her eyes for the source. His mouth on her neck, her senses elevated and she could feel the intense pain of his teeth penetrating her skin and the unholy energy that possessed him racing through her. From her neck through her lungs then into her stomach. Down between her thighs, escaping down her legs sending her into climatic convulsions. Her left hand clinging to the mattress cover, her muscles taunt as her legs twisted with the convulsions kicking the light material that draped her legs and lower body onto the floor. His fingernails gouging into the celestial soft flesh of her cheek, forcing her head deeper into the pillow and restraining her in her spastic shock waves that were overwhelming her. She could hear him on her. The guttural noises he made, the slurping, the sucking, the growling as he took her . . . into the darkness. Quiet, still, in the darkness she lays. Her left-hand still clenching the mattress sheet while her right hand lay limp along her side. No sounds permeate in the room, her breathing short and shallow her body lay heavy in the bed. With only the distant cry of an owl echoing across the moors, she lies awake. Her darkened, distant eyes staring up into the infinite void as a trickle of her life force slowly trails down her neck and down her body only to be lost in the warm crimson stain underneath her. And into the darkness . . . she screams. Lascivious in Lace 'ding dong' The doorbell goes and I wait several moments before answering it. "Oh, you're early." I say. You're not... you're a few minutes late but I've been ready for what seems like hours. As you come in and click the door shut, you're already lustily pinning me against the wall with a sensual snog. "My, aren't we eager tonight?" I say, wanting you to at least look at the care I've lavished on looking good for you. I could probably not have bothered, so hot and horny you usually are, and I can feel the ever hard bulge in your trousers poking low on my tum, as your hand sneaks under my skirt and up my thigh. And stop over a hip, plucking at the thin lacy fabric covering it. "Tights?" You stand back and seem to see me properly for the first time. A neat thigh-length pleated skirt and dark blouse, unbuttoned low - I'm as eager for you as you are for me but hey, I've made an effort to dress the part. And what you thought were lacy stockings, as you know I almost always wear hold-ups. You tentatively take the skirt hem with each finger and thumb and slowly lift it right up to check. Arms folded I watch as you survey your granted territorial rights, and find them blocked by a thin, lace-patterned barrier of black nylon. Easy access seemingly denied. "Oh dear," You meet my gaze as I wait for you to stop looking and actually do something... me, hopefully! "What have I done wrong?" Oooooh, I think, I could play on this for hours, get you worked up and needle myself a few retail treats as revenge but I'm not that heartless or cruel. Mebbe next time. I take one of your hands and guide it up under the skirt to between the top of my thighs, and let your fingers do the rest. Feel them tickle my panties-less fluffiness through the mesh as they paint a picture in your mind. Map the unfamiliar feeling fabric and hints of warm wet skin through it. In return I get fleeting fondlings, tentative titillations of your touch as you seek the suggestion of my sex through the sheerness. It makes me breathless. Then, you tug on a stretchy fold of fabric, and I part my thighs for your fingers to explore a collar that conceals a covert cavity. One bravely pokes through into the unknown, and finds the familiar folds you've come to know and appreciate. Your eyes widen, "Mmmmm... crotchless. I can go for that... " you murmur as you hold me close with one arm and snog me senseless, while the still exploring hand stretches the sheer collar of labia-like material, slips through it. A finger caresses my clit, slips softly into the silky sweetness. I try and peel you off. Much as I want you the hall isn't the most erotic of places. Taking your hand I totter on my heels and try to lead you upstairs but you grab my hips, bend me over the steps, lift my skirt back up for another look. As I try and climb away, up, to the comfier bedroom, you grapple with me stair after stair until I'm sprawled over the top step, leaning on the landing while you hold my thighs apart with a cupped palm. Peering under my arm I see you unzip yourself urgently with your other hand, letting your trousers and boxies fall to reveal your amazingly huge hardness. Then your hands reach up round my waist, seeking the top of my 'tights', only to find they go on, further up, all-encompassing. "Bodystocking." I grin, upside-down, at you. "Only one way in." "Oh ho!" I hear your war cry, feel the crotch collar being stretched open, and a roasting rigidity that has risen to the challenge poking its way through, forcing to find my folds through the fabric. And... pop. OooooOOOOOH! It feels slightly odd, the almost-but-not-quite skin-on-skin through the gaps in the lace. You're there, fully inside, but the rest of you isn't. It's just your cock I feel, while your body ghosts nearby, not quite tangible apart from the push-me pull-you of your thrusts. Propped on one elbow as you pound me, I unbutton the blouse until it hangs open, then it is tugged off from behind, one awkward arm at a time, by you. I can't see your face but try and imagine your expression as you look at me, hunched there, clad in black lace. Your hands creep over the thin fabric, inch round and under to where my boobs are hammocked in nylon. Fingers tug at the scoop neck, widen it and caress my nipples, take hold while you start thrusting again. It's almost a vibrator kind of sensation, just something inside and not much else besides the gentle grip of your hands, pretending to be a bra, and the rocking rhythm we have. It lulls me into lust... what was that you said about just being penis while I'm just cunt? Separated from you by the bodystocking, except where our sexes meet, that's almost how it feels. Raw isolated intercourse, partitioned penetration. It's wild and fun, like you taking me quickly and quietly unseen over the bosses' desk at work, but while I enjoy being fucked over the stairs by just your cock, I miss the warm reassuring touch of the rest of you. With a moaning gasp, you cum fast and furious through the bodystocking, squelching slushily and soaking the stretchy slit. It's nice to be filled but better to be felt. Clenching my thighs together as you withdraw so your rapid release doesn't leak out too much, and hobbling up the last few steps, I finally get you to the bedroom and peel off the slightly-soaked stocking as you lose the rest of your clothes. "Not keeping it on?" You ask, "I really rather enjoyed that... " "I know." I purr, pondering your sharp sudden climax, looking at the dribbles of aftersex on the lacy mesh. It had its use but it'll never replace the true touch of you, or me for you I hope. "But let me show you what I really feel like... " And hopping naked on the bed beside you, I let the limp lacy bodystocking fall to the floor... Lascivious Lesbians This story is mostly based on shortened but true events which happened in my life, with some names and locations replaced here and there. My name is Maxine Louise Hollowell. I am eighteen years old, and I'm in love with a girl. Coming out of the closet was both the most terrifying yet the most enlightening event in my entire life. For the longest time, I just thought that there was something wonky with the way my brain functioned. Every time I had a 'boyfriend', I would feel so. . . Wrong. There's no other word to explain it. I felt wrong. I moved around a lot throughout my school years -- five times, between two schools: Greenfield and Mayview. I think it was in Greenfield during my 7th grade year that I discovered my first girl crush. Her name was Sammi, and she had the biggest, most beautiful lips I'd ever seen. Her skin was a natural tan, her eyes were big and brown, her hair was black, and her body was voluptuous. I remember many times when we'd walk to lunch holding hands. Sammi was, without a doubt, my best friend. But when I moved to Mayview, we grew apart. It was there that I met my first real girlfriend: a lanky, blonde, green-eyed dyke named Kira, who was completely head-over-heels for me. She was the first person to introduce the idea of homosexuality to me, which I rejected for as long as I possibly could. But I was curious, and found myself attracted to her. I finally gave in when Kira told me she was somewhat attracted to a guy she met at a New Year's party because she got totally wasted. I remember telling her, "You're gay, you can't like guys." Kira was, at this point, trying to get over me. She said, "Why do you care?" There was no more escaping the truth then. A week later, I invited Kira over to my house for dinner and introduced her to my parents. We were sitting on my livingroom floor, and the parents were outside cooking the food on the grill. I suddenly realized that Kira's hand was sneaking under my pantsline and into my panties. "Wow, you really are cleanly shaved." Was all she said before taking my lesbian virginity. I stressed so much over coming out to my parents that I couldn't eat, and lost 20 lbs in less than a month. I was terrified that they would kick me out, disown me, beat me up, etc. Kira said she wanted to be with me when I came out to them and hold my hand, like Valerie and her girlfriend did in the movie 'V for Vendetta', but as I continued to lose weight, my parents got increasingly worried. They suddenly appeared in my room one afternoon and demanded to know what was wrong. They knew Kira was gay, so they had to have their suspicions. I cried for hours before I told them, and cried even more when they refused to believe me, telling me it was just a phase and I would be just fine. My parents restricted my visits with Kira as much as they could after that. Kira, being manic depressive, would call me and say it'd be best if we weren't together. I remember being on the phone with her for hours, crying and begging her to stay with me. It was so much extra stress that I really could have done without. About a year later, I moved back to Greenfield. Kira and I were still together, but she had met another girl: Elyse. Elyse was the destruction of my relationship. She manipulated Kira into believing that she couldn't handle a long-distance relationship, even when Mayview and Greenfield were, literally, fifteen minutes apart. The way it ended was what really hurt me. Every other weekend, I would go up to Kira's house and stay for a night or two. Usually all we did during these visits was have 'sex' -- awkward, uncomfortable fucking on her couch. But it's not for these reasons that I would hesitate to call it sex. I may sound selfish for saying it, but I was always the one giving. For some reason it was always a chore to please me. But one weekend, the very same day I arrived, Kira kicked me out. She admitted to her new attraction to Elyse, and told me I had to leave. Again, more begging and crying, but in the end I decided it would just end up happening again. That week was the hardest of my entire life. I literally got no sleep, yet still attended school each day; I broke down multiple times. If it hadn't have been for my ginger midget friend, Jordynn, Kira's ex before me, I think I might have killed myself. Months passed, and I found myself back in Mayview. It was around this time that I started talking to a girl named Belle. Belle was a bit taller than me, had chin-length brown hair and chocolate colored eyes and a nose ring. She texted me one day and told me she was bi. She said she knew I was still recovering from Kira, and offered to help me until I didn't need her anymore. I was a bit desperate at this point to just have someone there for me, so I accepted Belle's offer, but told her to keep our relationship a secret. I had heard rumors about Belle being completely psychotic, so I wanted to play it safe. As it turned out, the rumors were true. The first sign was when I discovered that Belle, while dating me, was dating three other guys at the same time. I freaked out on her, feeling the same hurt and betrayal I felt from Kira. She cried and promised she'd break up with them if I didn't leave her. I remained skeptical about the situation, but decided to give her another chance. Belle was getting impatient with me because I never went over to her house or did anything with her outside of school. I lied and told her my dad had me cleaning house all the time because he works a lot. But I only lied because I knew what Belle wanted -- she sent me texts about how badly she desired to have sex with me. I felt bad rejecting her, but she just wasn't attractive to me and I didn't want to lead her on. One day, Belle walked down to the park and texted me, asking if I could meet her there. I told her I couldn't. About ten minutes later, Belle sent me a picture. She had cut the word 'HATE' into her left arm. Our pathetic relationship ended very shortly afterwards. Then I met Emily -- the tall, blue-eyed, glasses-wearing red head of my dreams. I was always one for the gingers. I came upon Emily while looking through an LGBT support website. Her number was given at the bottom of her profile, and I figured, what the hell, why not? Not only was Emily beautiful, but she's also witty and poetic. The first few days we knew each other, it was nothing but poems back and forth between us. I've never fallen so hard for someone in such a short amount of time. It was quite funny, actually: the same day Emily and I got together was the day Elyse and Kira broke up. The only problem was that Emily lived in Oklahoma -- one timezone away from me. It's been three years since Emily and I got together. Today will be the first time I meet her in person. I texted Emily for the four-thousandth time in thirty minutes while I was stopped at a red light. "Hey, I'm at the corner of your street." I typed as quick as I could, tapping my fingers anxiously on the steering wheel of my stepmom's Oldsmobile. As soon as the light turned green, I sped down the street and found the white house on the right I was told to look for earlier. I felt my heart skip a beat. There she was, sitting on the steps of the front porch of her apartment, grinning that sexy crooked smile of hers and standing to come meet me. Parking the car as quickly as humanly possible, I jumped out of the car and ran into Emily's arms, squeezing her tightly to me for what seemed like hours. She was a good five or six inches taller than I, being a short little 5-foot 3-inches. "Hey Max. . ." She finally said, her voice soft and raspy. I pulled away to look into her eyes and my heart broke. "Oh, babe, don't cry! You're gonna make me cry, too. . ." I reached up and held her cheek, wiping away a tear with my thumb. God, she was so beautiful. Standing up on my toes to get to her height, I leaned close and gently kissed her lips for the first time. She was so soft and sweet; I couldn't wait to have more of her. Emily's freckled face was hot and red as our kiss broke. With a big goofy smile on her face, she grabbed my hand and led me into her house. "Time for the tour!" I chuckled and followed her inside. She'd sent me pictures of her new place when she had first moved in, but seeing it in person was totally different. It was a big enough apartment for a college student, and very modern. The way she decorated was symbolic of her own crazy style -- the livingroom was a huge plethora of Egyptian statuettes and memorabilia with a big black and purple couch in the center of the floor facing a television center. Strewn across the walls were zombie posters, a big rainbow flag, and sheets of paper with segments of poems, drawings, and stories, which could also be found in random piles around the couch along with comic books and informative Egyptian magazines. The whole house smelled of incense. I inhaled deeply. "What scent is that?" "Aphrodisiac," Emily smiled, "It's my favorite." How ironic. Emily then led me to her bedroom. It was enormous, had black walls and a giant king-sized bed against the back wall. In the corner to the left of her bed was a record player, and on the wall perpendicular to it was a tall, wide bookshelf filled with fictional books, art supplies, records, and some more comics; candles were EVERYWHERE. I took a liking to the padlocked chest sitting in front of her bed. "What are you hiding in there?" I asked with a devilish tone. Emily just smirked at me and led me to her kitchen. The kitchen was, compared to her livingroom and bedroom, moderately normal, with tons of fruits and veggies filling her refrigerator. Emily was a vegetarian, and loved to cook. We sat together at the small table in the corner of her kitchen. "You must be hungry after that long drive." I smiled and nodded. "Do you happen to have a blender?" She knew what I wanted because she laughed and rolled her eyes. "One banana smoothie coming right up." I leaned forward and kissed her cheek before she got up, "Thank you babe. I'm gonna go chill on the couch." "Mmmkay. I'll be right there." The very second I sat down I let out a groan. Emily's couch was soooo comfortable, but I was just happy to sit on something other than my hard car seat. In the kitchen, I heard Emily turn on the blender. As I waited, I examined her television center. There was no cable -- just a crap ton of movies ranging from horror to musicals. She even owned one of my favorites: Black Swan. Emily was suddenly by my side, offering me a big glass with a bendy straw sticking out the top. "See anything you like?" "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." I winked and checked her out before taking my smoothie. "Silly," she ruffled my curly, light brown hair before sitting down beside me. I turned and leaned back into Emily's chest as she wrapped her arms around my waist. Her apartment was rather cold, but her embrace kept me warm. I reached over and set the glass on a small end table by the side of the couch when I finished the smoothie, which didn't take long. Banana smoothies were my ultimate weakness. Emily and I cuddled in silence for what felt like a half-hour. All the while, I couldn't stop thinking about how wonderful this girl was. The years we spent in wait of this day were not spent in vain, nor were they spent unwisely. I knew Emily was the one I wanted forever -- she was just so. . . Perfect. She was perfect for me. I had just closed my eyes and begun to relax when I felt Emily's warm breath on my neck, which made the hair on my arms raise. I tilted my head to the side to give Emily's soft lips easier access to kiss the sensitive skin. As she kissed and licked my neck, her hands wandered up my body and firmly groped my C-cup breasts. I let out a quiet gasp, arching my back. "Hmm. . . I wonder how sensitive these are?" Emily deftly pulled my shirt off, threw it to the ground, and slipped her fingers into my bra to pinch my nipples. I cried out, thinking to myself, 'Oh my god, is this really happening right now?' Emily smirked, obviously satisfied with the sounds I was making, then whispered seductively into my ear, "Want to find out what's in that chest?" I nodded furiously, able to feel the wetness on my panties. God, how I hoped she had some sex toys in there. "Stay." She ordered me before standing up and disappearing into her room. I took that opportunity to rub myself through my jeans. Emily was completely naked when she reappeared -- I stared intently at her smoothly shaved pussy -- and she held a thick black cloth in her hand which she used to blindfold me. She then pulled me to my feet and led me to her room, pulling the rest of my clothing off before laying me on my back on her bed. Now having nary a clue where she was, I knew I had to rely on my sense of hearing to locate her; however, no matter how hard I listened, I heard nothing. I had just begun to worry that she had left me there when I felt an incredibly soft, feather-like touch on each of my nipples, which were already erect from the coldness in her apartment. The feather glided around each nipple before traveling at a snail's pace down my belly, making me squirm and giving me goosebumps. I could feel a tingly heat growing between my legs as the feather licked my hips and inner thighs, coming closer and closer to but never coming into contact with my pussy. The feather was suddenly withdrawn. I cursed internally, and, coming into a sense of dominance, tore off the blindfold. Because Emily's bedroom walls were black, my eyes didn't need to adjust. Her face wore a look of utter surprise and a bit of confusion, which gave me the perfect opportunity to jump up, grab her wrists and throw her onto the bed under me. She struggled relentlessly under me, still somewhat surprised, but froze and whimpered when I bit into her beautiful white neck and growled, "I want you. Right now." Emily's back arched to press her beautiful, big D-cup breasts into me, whispering almost incoherently, "Rope. In the chest." I quickly jumped over to the chest to fetch the rope. After rummaging through fuzzy handcuffs, colorful vibrators, one whip, a few gag balls, some lube and several strap-ons, I finally found four short segments of rope. As I tied Emily's wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed frame, I noticed her breaths become short and quick. It was obvious that she loved being tied up. And, quite honestly, I loved seeing her tied up. Emily was exactly where I wanted her -- vulnerable and on display to me. She was mine for the taking. I straddled over her thigh with my left knee between her legs, massaging her right breast and leaning over to suck on her other breast's small pink nipple. Her boobs were so big! God, I loved playing with them. I soon noticed that Emily was bucking against my knee, which was now soaked with her juices. I chuckled and began kissing down her body, the smell of Emily's arousal becoming more and more intoxicating. I spent a long time kissing Emily's hips -- I knew it was one of her weaknesses -- and repositioned myself on my knees between her ankles to kiss and lick her protruding clit. She was moaning loudly now, pulling against her restraints and thrusting with desire. "Oh, Max, please," she begged, "I want to feel you inside me." God she was getting me so hot. I was so close to losing myself, and it didn't help knowing that my own juices were dripping down the inside of my thighs. I had to stay in control, just a little longer. With a cruel smile, I ignored Emily's pleas and spread her pussy lips to rim her with my tongue. "Ahhh!" She screamed, "Please, Max!" I couldn't take it anymore. At that moment, all the control I ever retained at any point in my life had dissipated into pure lust and desire, and I pressed my tongue as far as it would go into Emily's hot, tight pussy. Ooohhh, god, she was so wet and tasted so good! The sounds coming from deep inside Emily's throat were so deliciously erotic I had to pull out and quickly replace my tongue with a finger so I could reach up and kiss her passionately, sharing her own sweet fruit. Emily's hips began to thrust in more erratic patterns now. Her entire body had broken out in a thin layer of sweat, and her moans were growing louder and higher pitched. She was getting close. I returned to Emily's nether region and sucked hard on her clit, simultaneously squeezing another finger into her unbelievably tight cunt. Once inside, I curled them and found her g-spot, which made Emily's entire body shake. "Oh god, YES, MAX!!" I thrust my fingers in and out of my beautiful ginger's contracting pussy at high speed as she exploded into orgasm. I gently pulled my fingers from Emily's tired pussy when her moans finally subsided, licking my fingers clean before untying the ropes from her wrists and ankles. I held her while she was catching her breath. "I love you, babe" I whispered before gently kissing her forehead. Emily smiled, "I love you more." She suddenly tackled me, pinning my hands under hers. "You never finished, love." Emily winked at me. Lascivious Lisa "That's the last one," I called to Lisa as I shoved another over stuffed suitcase into my small trunk. "Think there's anything from your closet you didn't bring?" She just laughed as she tossed yet another makeup bag my direction. "Correction. This is the last one. And don't blame me because your trunk is the size of an MP3 player." With a rueful smile I took the bag and stared at the trunk. What had I gotten myself into, I thought with a sigh. When my sister asked me to drive her around to the two colleges she was considering, I thought it would be a fun way to take a mini vacation of my own. But here it was, in the middle of a heat wave, with about a metric ton of clothes, makeup and shoes weighing down my ten year old compact car. Suddenly the trip didn't seem as fun as it had a week ago when I volunteered. But Lisa flounced around to the passenger side of the car, her long blond hair cascading down her back from her perky ponytail. It'd be the last time we really got to hang out before she went on to start her new life in another state. It'd be fun, no matter what. It always was. So I just found a small nook for her last makeup bag and slammed the trunk shut. With hard rock music blaring from the radio, we started our journey by noon almost on the dot. It was a little later start than either of us wanted, but my sister was notoriously late for everything. I was just grateful we managed to hit the edge of town while it was still light out. By the time we hit the state line, we were singing loudly and off key to the music as we zoomed down the highway at ten miles over the speed limit. The windows were down, as my car didn't like to run as well if you operated more than one thing at the time. If you played the stereo, you had to turn off the air conditioner; if you used the signal, you couldn't use the windshield wipers, that kind of thing. So if we wanted music, and we did, then we had to deal with the humidity and the heat. I could feel the sweat pour down my back and my legs stuck to the seat. It was the main reason I sped along, trying like hell to keep some kind of ventilation going so we wouldn't pass out from heat stroke. I glanced over at Lisa, whose dark blond hair stuck to her neck. Beads of sweat dribbled down over her tanned skin, down her neck and over her shoulders that were bared from the tank top she wore. My eyes followed that bead of sweat as it dripped down over her collar bone and then across her chest and right in between her two full but perky breasts that weren't bound by a restrictive bra. Quickly I averted my eyes. It wasn't the first time I noticed my sister's generous proportions. You live with someone through puberty and things just stand out, propriety be damned. There were times when we'd pass each other in the hall, her in only a towel and me and my pajama bottoms that barely concealed my morning wood. We never talked about it, but I'm sure both of us were very aware of each other. With teenage hormones, how could you not be? Some things were just animal instincts. So I didn't beat myself up for the stirring I felt glancing at my sister's tits. It wasn't like we ever acted on it. I glanced over again, noticing how the thin cotton spread over her dark nipples. I could see the curve of her breast just under her arm. I cleared my throat as I shifted in my seat and looked back up at the road. She didn't even notice as she sang the familiar song with gusto. The next time I glanced her direction, my eyes went lower. Her tank top sort of had this reverse "v" going on from the bottom, baring her stomach and showing off that strong, tanned tummy she had developed from four years of being on the tennis team. A shiny little gem sat nestled in her belly button from the ring she had there. I had to smile when I remembered how the shit had hit the fan when she showed that to our dad after she got it on her sixteenth birthday. She was a rebel, my sister Lisa. Though we never talked about our love lives -- I would bet money she was a wild child in the bed, too. I glanced a little lower to the denim cut offs she was wearing. They showed those long, lean legs that were also a byproduct of her years of tennis training. Just as my eyes traveled to the part of her legs, the car began vibrating loudly. I glanced up to the road with a start to realize we had hit the side of the road with all the little grates to wake up any drifting drivers. "Are you okay?" she asked. I cleared my throat and nodded, even though I was sweating now for a different reason. "Fine," I managed, and this time kept my eyes on the road. "You want a soda?" she asked. I could do nothing but nod. She unhooked her seat belt and then stretched in between the two seats to reach the cooler in back. Her body was pressed against mine, and I felt her full breasts sway against me. I couldn't help but groan a bit, and I pray she didn't hear. I would be mortified if she knew I had developed a raging boner just by leering at her body. She handed me a soda as she plopped back in her own seat, and it did not escape my notice how her tits jiggled as she did so. I leaned a little closer to my window for some fresh air. What the hell was the matter with me? This was my sister. Not some hot chick with tits my palms were itching to hold. "Here you go," she said loudly over the music. I gave her a weak smile as my hand grabbed the can she offered. The minute my fingers touched hers my cock jumped. Feeling her skin against mine was electric now. I gulped as I took the can without looking her in the eye. Nothing good could come of this. "It's hot!" she said with a pout and flipped off the radio. "Let's get some air on. I'm soaking wet." My eyes automatically went to her crotch. I would love to feel her soaking wet, I thought in spite of myself. Wet and hot and tight around my cock. This time when I groaned there was no music to mask it. Her eyes searched my face. "You okay?" I cleared my throat as I put the cold bottle in between my legs to mask the hard on not so hidden there. "Fine," I muttered. "Hot," I then clarified. She nodded and then turned on the air conditioner full blast before she settled back into her seat, one leg tucked under the other as she drank from her own bottle of soda. My bottle, however, stayed right where it was. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't let her see that, especially now that she wasn't distracted by the music. "I spy with my little eye," she started, "Something brown." I gulped. In my mind all I could see were her hard nipples as I shoved her shirt up over her voluptuous curves and captured one in my mouth. "David," she said. I looked over at her. "Something brown." "Oh," I sputtered as I glanced around at the scenery outside. We were just passing a field of horses. "A horse," I offered. She giggled. "I know, too easy." I just shook my head. "Your turn." I nodded and then surveyed the horizon. But all I could think about was her white eyelet top made of cotton so thin I could barely see through it. Before I could stop myself I said, "I spy with my little eye, something white." She bit her lip and looked around. "Umm... that truck." "No." "The clouds." I just shook my head. "That speed sign." Again, I shook my head, even though I debated the wisdom of going with one of her answers instead of being honest about mine. What was I hoping to accomplish here, anyway? "The lines in the road," she said with a laugh, and it made me grin. I was making things as hard for her as she had for me. "Okay, I give," she said. "What?" I reached over and touched the hem of her shirt. Just doing so made my breath catch in my throat. She laughed and said, "Duh!" Then, "I don't know how white it is anymore. I've sweat so much it's clinging to me like a second skin. I bet it's see through by now." It was, I thought. But who was I to complain? "Okay, my turn," she said. "Hey wait. You didn't get it. It's still my turn." "No way," she said with a playful smile. "I'm going to make it a lot harder for you this time. I promise." Too late. "I spy with my little eye, something hard." I gulped and my cock jumped in response to her voice. I glanced over at her and her eyes never left my face. Had she known all along? Was she playing the game too? Was she not shocked or repulsed, but maybe even titillated? "Um..." I started but my mind refused to work properly. Words all jumbled around in my cranium but refused to form any coherent thought. But what if she wasn't referring to my erection, I thought suddenly. What if she's just innocently saying that, and really referring to something else? I couldn't just flat out say - "My cock." Holy shit, was that out loud? I thought suddenly when it became so quiet in that car we could hear a pin drop. "Um, maybe we should just listen to music," she said as she flipped off the air conditioner and switched the radio back on. Fuck, I thought. This is going to make our hotel arrangements tonight uncomfortable. How could she lie in the next bed to the brother she just realized was a pervert? She sang at the top of her lungs as we raced along the freeway and day faded into night. We had decided, in order to make the best time, not to stop for food until we were ready to hit the hotel room. Instead we had packed snacks, and other than the occasional shout over the din to provide food or beverage, we hadn't spoken a word since my embarrassing gaffe. We pulled into a fast food drive thru next door to the motel and she finally turned the music down. "What do you want?" I asked her when we reached the menu. "The usual," she said as she reached for her purse. I placed our order, took the cash she handed and then pulled to a stop behind the car at the window in front of us. "Listen... Lisa..." I started. She waved her hand. "Don't worry about it. You're paying for the gas. It's the least I could do." "No. I meant about earlier." She nodded but didn't look my way. "I got it, David. It was a joke. No biggie." But it wasn't a joke. I had thought sinful thoughts about my sister. It could change everything. Still, I followed her lead with a joke of my own. "Actually, it is a biggie," I said with a chuckle. Her blue eyes met mine briefly before they fell down my body to my crotch. "I know," she said and then looked away again. What the hell? What was she doing to me? Was she okay with it? Was she not? God, she was driving me crazy. We said nothing more as we pulled up, got our order and then pulled around to the motel. I checked us in and we lumbered up to our room on the top floor. Two queen sized beds, no smoking. I carried one of her bags and my duffel bag while she carried the food and sodas. She set up our meal at the table by the window. "Which bed do you want?" I asked. "Either," she offered noncommittally. "I'm so tired I'll be asleep before my head hits the pillow." I nodded and put our bags on their respective beds. I gave her the one nearest the bathroom, while I took the one closest to the air conditioning unit. After our hot drive, I wanted to be as cool -- make that as freaking frigid -- as possible. I grabbed the remote, turned on one of the channels and then I finally sat at the table. Lisa, who hadn't bothered to sit, went to the bag on her bed. "I think I'll take a shower first," she said without looking my direction. "I feel so sticky and gross." My eyes traveled over her frame. I doubted that. I turned back to my food which I suddenly didn't even have the appetite to eat anymore. She was clearly uncomfortable and it was all my fault. I sighed as I leaned back in the chair and she disappeared into the bathroom. Though I knew it was a huge mistake to even entertain the thought, I couldn't stop myself from imagining her peeling away that tiny tank top away from her smooth skin, or wiggling out of those tight denim shorts and the thong underwear she'd been wearing for years. Yet another reason for Dad's blood pressure to raise in an epic battle that ended with her getting her way, way too young. I could almost see the curve of her ass, that tight ass that was nothing but muscle. Was it as tanned as the rest of her body, I couldn't help but wonder. I figured I'd never know. But that didn't stop my raging erection. So I did what any red blooded guy in his sexual prime would do. I scoured the TV for porn. With only a few clicks of the remote I landed on an adults only channel conveniently after I heard the shower start full blast in the other room. Even more fortunately it was a pretty graphic scene of a young blond beauty with a ponytail giving a hung stud a blow job. My head tipped back as my hand slid between my legs and brushed up against my hard dick that strained against my own shorts. With the sounds of the moans and the groans from the television, I knew mine would be lost when I unbuttoned then unzipped my shorts. Only it wasn't the scene I was watching that was making me moan. It was the idea of another blond on her knees in front of me, taking my cock into her mouth, sucking me in between those full, pink lips. My hand clasped around my dick as I imagined how it would feel to be in her mouth, her tongue slithering all around me as she licked me like a lollipop. Just as I was about to really start going at it I realized that the shower had stopped. Hurriedly I pushed my shorts the rest of the way off my body and climbed into the nearby bed, pulling the covers right up to my chin with my back facing the bathroom door right as the door swung open. I thought I was home free until I realized I had left the television on the porn station, and the guy who had been getting blown was fucking his blond from behind with her begging for more. I shut my eyes and feigned sleep. It was the only dignified way to handle the situation. But even with me curled up in a ball my dick was rock hard and ready to explode, having been teased by my lascivious thoughts all damn day. I prayed she'd turn off the TV and go to sleep like she had said she would. Instead, I heard her pull out a nearby chair next to my bed, and the sound of her pulling away the paper from her burger. I could hear her eat and suck her soda through a straw as the sound of loud fucking permeated from the TV set. This was torture. And clearly she was doing it on purpose. I heard her crinkle up the discarded paper into a ball and all the trash hit the bottom of the waste basket and thought surely she was going to turn off the lights and the television and go to her own bed. Instead I just heard nothing but the porno, where the blond begged the guy to eat her pussy -- and the lovely sounds that followed as he did as she requested. I heard her her moans, and the sound of his fingers as they slipped easily into her wet hole. But suddenly I realized those sounds were not coming from the TV at all. I squinted through one eye and saw Lisa in the mirror opposite my bed as she leaned back in her chair, her robe hanging open and her hand between her legs as she masturbated to the scene on the TV. That's it, I thought. She's trying to kill me. I so wanted to grab my cock and jerk off right there but I had this successful sleep ruse thing going on. I had to commit to it. I could masturbate later. Once she went to bed. If she ever fucking went. I focused on my breathing, trying to really sell my act, and doing my best to ignore all the sounds around me. I couldn't think of her sweet pussy just three feet from my face, or those breasts that were nearly falling out of her robe. I couldn't acknowledge her moans that grew louder as she pleasured herself. I definitely couldn't think of how much I wanted to fuck my sister; just slam my engorged cock right up inside her until she screamed. I just couldn't. I couldn't. I had made her uncomfortable enough earlier. If I indulged these thoughts now it would send her straight out the door to the nearest police department or convent. Whichever was closest. "I spy with my little eye...something pink." Had I hallucinated, or had I really heard Lisa's soft voice? "David," she said, so soft it felt like the brush of her fingers across my skin. I opened up one eye and peered over the blanket, and nearly swallowed my tongue when I realized she was staring back at me. I opened up the other eye and lifted my head up, and that was when she let the robe fall on either side of her to reveal her glorious naked body that indeed had an all over tan. I was incredulous as I watched her cup one of her heavy breasts in her hand, her two fingers pinching the nipple up into a hard point as she cried out from the sensation. Her legs widened and showed me her pretty little pink pussy, wet and ready for me. "What do you see, David," she asked, her eyes never leaving my face. I sat up and pushed the covers away, showing her how hard she had made me. "Your pussy," I said. "Then what are you doing over there?" she asked. I shuddered as I slid off the bed and onto the floor, walking over to her on my knees. I ran my hands along her lean body, up from her ankles, over her calves, up her thighs, around to her hips, up her sides and finally cupping each breast in my hand. I leaned up to plant a hard kiss on her mouth, and she surprised me by shoving her tongue in between my lips. I indulged the sinful sensation for a moment before I pulled away. "What are we doing?" I asked. Her blue eyes darkened to the color of the ocean. "You're going to eat my pussy, then you're going to fuck me." She reached in between us and grasped my cock in her hands with authority. "Unless you aren't interested." She knew damn well I was. And she knew damn well what I meant too. But somehow it didn't really matter once I felt those tiny fingers clamp around my dick and began to stroke me slowly. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her to me for another kiss, this time I was the one invading her mouth. She moaned against me and stroked me harder. I broke the kiss only to lick my way down her body. Down her neck, over her shoulders, down around her breasts. I took my time as my mouth got to know every square inch of those glorious tits, teasing the hard nipples with the flick of my tongue. I could feel her gyrate against me as she jerked me off. Apparently I wasn't the only one who had felt the urgency of our lustful embrace. I sucked one nipple, then the other, driving her crazy with desire until she was begging me to eat her out just like the girl on the TV had done. So I licked my way down her stomach and around to the insides of her trembling thighs. I zeroed in on her engorged clit and the moment my tongue hit the tiny nub she was crying out in ecstasy. I latched my mouth over it and began to alternately suck and tickle until she was bucking against my mouth like a wild animal. "Oh God," she screamed. "Fuck me!" I was all too happy to comply. I pulled up on my knees and spread her legs wide apart with my hands. She glanced in between our bodies to watch my huge hard cock impale her waiting hole. The minute I felt her tight cunt clamp down on my cock I was ready to pop, but I wasn't about to waste this moment. I slowly stroked in and out of her, feeling her gyrate against me as her hand disappeared between us and furiously rubbed her clit until she was coming again. "Oh Lisa," I moaned as my actions sped up. I would jam my cock up inside of her to make her scream, only to slowly pull it out again. She was delirious with pleasure. She was so wet I could hear each thrust, and I loved how her pussy felt all around my dick as I started to speed up. "You like fucking your sister?" she said, and all I could do was groan in response. "You like feeling that pussy? Your sister's pussy?" Lascivious Lisa I nodded, unable to speak. "You want to fuck your sister's pussy harder?" she said as her legs closed around my ass and she pushed me inside her with each thrust. "You want to come in your sister's pussy, don't you, David?" "Oh God, yes," I cried out as I lost control, fucked her harder and deeper until I was shoved, balls deep, and shooting a massive load right inside of my deliciously wild, naughty sister. I collapsed on top of her with a kiss. I looked into her eyes and saw the sated smile on her face. "Why didn't we ever do that before?" I asked. "I've been asking myself that for years," she said and grasped my softening cock with her pussy that was still hungry for more. "Well then," I said as I wrapped her up into my arms. "Looks like we have a lot of time to make up for." "Then let's start now," she whispered. She scissored her legs across my ass and held me inside of her while her hand slipped between our bodies. I felt her fingers wedge between us as she targeted her clit. The moment she started to rub herself off, I felt her pussy tighten around me. I couldn't help but groan and start to stir. "Do you remember that camping trip a couple of years ago?" she asked. I wanted to laugh. How could I forget? It was about the worst trip we'd ever taken as a family. Everything that could go wrong, had. Our folks argued night and day, and we got lost up in a national park for at least three days straight. "Remember how we were forced to bathe in that lake?" she probed. I nodded slightly... but searched my mind. Then I remembered. It was the only near miss we had where she walked upon me when I was trying to relieve some frustration the good old fashioned way. "I saw you then," she said, her voice quivering as she rubbed herself faster. "Jerking off under water." I gulped and my cock jumped inside her. "So big, so hard... I wanted to fuck you right then," she confessed in a moan. "I kept wondering how you'd feel inside me," she said as her hips ground against me. Apparently having me inside her now was realizing that fantasy. That thought was so sexy my dick raged inside her. I started to stroke but she held me fast with her legs. "I wanna cum around you," she said. "Then I want to suck you dry." I groaned as I kissed her hard. I broke away only slightly to litter her flesh with kisses until my mouth clamped on one hard nipple. She whimpered beneath me as she raced toward her orgasm. I may not could move, but I could totally get even. I reached back up to whisper in her ear, "You want to come around that big, hard dick, don't you little sister?" She nodded, incapable of speech. I smiled evilly. "You want to feel your brother's big hard cock inside that tight cunt, don't you, Lisa?" "Yes," she gasped. "Yes!" "Cum for me," I commanded in a low voice. She whimpered some more, right on the cusp. I bent to suck her tit into my mouth once more. This sent her right over the edge. She screamed loud as her hips bucked against my rock hard cock, squeezing me like a vice. I waited until the last shudder passed. "Wow," she breathed. "That was totally worth the wait." She reached for a deep kiss, which I willingly gave her, and didn't resist at all as she pushed me back onto the bed. It was my turn. My hand went to the back of her head and guided her mouth down my body. She trailed hot, open mouthed kisses along my chest and my stomach, and then with relish she sucked my meat into her mouth in one smooth motion, right to the balls. My head tilted back and a moan escaped my lips. Her tongue snaked around my cock and flicked over the silken head, licking her juices off of me inch by delicious inch. My voice cracked. "You ever thought you'd be sucking your brother's cock?" She broke away enough to say, "A girl can dream." I smiled and guided her head back down, and I leaned up just a bit to watch myself disappear in and out of her mouth. Her pink lips were clamped tight around me and would slide all the way down to the base with ease. The head of my cock tapped against the back of her throat, and her eyes never left mine as she sucked her way back up the shaft only to bathe the tip with her tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the porno still blaring from the TV, and the scene on screen wasn't nearly as hot as what was going on in front of me, although it did mirror the motions. Lisa glanced over at the television. She smiled as she lifted away. "Let's both watch." She positioned herself on her knees, facing the TV, propping up that delicious ass in front of me. "Fuck me, David." It wasn't a request. I slipped in between her tanned thighs, allowing my finger to probe into that tight waiting hole. She bucked against me. "I wanna feel you inside me," she begged. I wanted that too. I wanted it all, in every way. But mostly I wanted to make her cum harder than she'd ever come in her life. If this was what she had been waiting for, then I was going to make it an experience she'd never forget. So I toyed with her cunt. I slid two fingers inside her, while my thumb circled her hard clit. To tease her, I rubbed my hard cock against the silken flesh of her inner thigh, the tip bumping just shy of where she wanted it to be. She reached for me between her legs but I dodged her, instead allowing my fingers to do all the magic. I'd take it slow, then speed it up - quick as lightning, until she was practically incoherent. I watched her in the mirror opposite the bed as she bit her lip, trying not to cry out but unable to stop herself. Her tits swayed with the rhythm of her gyrations, and my other hand slid up her back and around her waist to grab one in my hand. I loved the heavy weight of it, and how she'd cry out when I tweaked her nipple. "Please," she begged. "Not yet," I told her. My sister may have been the wild child... but I had a few tricks up my sleeve too. I'd bring her right to the brink of orgasm, then slow everything back down and deny her what she wanted - needed - most. I knew the minute I stuffed myself inside her she'd cum all around me. As much as the thought had me crazed, I was a man on a mission. My fingers plunged deep, touching off a place my cock was soon to trigger. "David!" she screamed. "Now! Please!" The next thing she knew my fingers were replaced with my cool breath and probing tongue. I knew that wasn't what she wanted, but it was what I wanted. I wanted to taste her... to feel the tight muscles of her pussy suck me in until I was fucking her with my mouth. I rimmed her hole before circling her clit, and as I flicked my tongue over the tiny hard nub I knew that she wouldn't hold out much longer. It was time. I lifted up and aimed my rod right at her cunt. With one hard stroke I penetrated her deeper and harder than she had ever been penetrated before. I know this, because she screamed it as she thrust her hips back against me, wildly riding her way to the most explosive climax of her life. Every nerve ending was alive and sensitive to each stroke, and I didn't hold back as I thrust into her hard and fast. We were so lost in each other we couldn't even speak. Shouts and screams, moans and groans, whimpers and gasps filled the night air - much louder than anything coming from the television. With how hard the headboard was slamming against the wall I could only hope that no one was trying to sleep in the next room. Little did they know I was fucking the shit out of my sister just a few feet away. If they knew, what would they do? The thought sent me over the brink. I grunted as I pumped myself into her and spent my massive load in one glorious moment I held for as long as I could. I collapsed over to the side of her, gasping for air. What a detour our road trip had taken. But I had no complaints. After a minute passed I said with a smile. "I hope you're not wanting to get an early start tomorrow." She had a grin on her face as she crawled up my body to cuddle in the crook of my arm. "I do want an early start... but not on the road." My eyebrows raised as I looked at her. "This was the only reason I wanted to take this trip, David," she confessed as her fingers grasped my softening cock. "A week solid of solid fucking. If you're up to it." As she felt me stir slightly between us we both began to laugh. It sounded good to me.