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Solving My Little Problem

By: KarlMartinK



My first few sexual experiences weren't very pleasant, mostly because I have a deep, dark secret. The truth is, I have a fairly small penis and I'm really embarrassed to let anyone know it. Growing up, I was as horny as any boy my age, but having a small cock kept me from being sexually active until I was out of high school. 

To add to my misery, I have an older sister who was always very popular. Throughout high-school, I had a dozen chances to score with her hot friends, but I was too embarrassed to even try. Any time one of them showed the least bit of interest in me, I'd push her away. 

The summer after I graduated from high school, my sister, Linda, came home for vacation from college and brought a few of her college friends with her. These girls were all smoking hot, too. 

My sister, Linda, didn't waste any time making herself at home after being gone all semester. She and her friends hadn't been there half an hour before they all changed into their bathing suits and started laying out by the pool. 

Of course, with all that eye-candy around, small dick or not, I wasn't going to be left out. I changed into some swim shorts and made my presence known by the pool. I even tried being polite by asking the girls if they needed anything and offered drinks and snacks, all the while, giving myself the opportunity to check them out in their tiny suits. 

My eyes were constantly drawn to Angie. She's a brunette of average height with largish breasts and a cute face. She was wearing a two-piece suit with a little sarong skirt on over the bottoms, which appeared to be thongs. The top did a good jobs of accentuating her tits together and giving her some ample cleavage. 

Erin's physique contrasted Angie's. She was tall and slender, and she had much smaller breasts. She had long, beautiful, brown hair that she wore draped over one shoulder and a beautiful face to match her body. Despite her sexy appearance, she still had an innocent, inviting smile. She was wearing a two-piece suit also, which was much skimpier than Angie's, and she was definitely wearing a thong. I was trying to look at her without making it obvious that I was checking her out, but she was pretty obvious about looking to see if I was looking, so finally after I looked away when she caught me looking a few times, she just looked at me and smiled, then turned to face away from me to bend over and pick something up off the deck. That gave me a great view of her ass crack and the thin patch of material that covered her snatch. Her actions were so obvious, my sister let out a wailing, "Oh, my God, you tramp!" Erin giggled and said, "Shush. I'm just having fun."

Linda's other two friends didn't have a whole lot to say. Cheryl was a red-head. She had a shapely body and probably the nicest ass out of all of them, but she also had the smallest tits of all the girls. She was wearing a one-piece suit and seemed to be very shy about showing off her body. She kept her eyes on me any time I was around her as if she was trying to force me not to check her out. Really, even though she didn't have very big tits, she was still attractive, especially the way her hard nipples pressed against the thin material of her suit. In the front, she had a major camel toe. I don't know why she was wearing a one-piece. It accentuated more of her sexuality than the other girls' two-piece suits did. When she wasn't glaring at me, the few rare times I saw her smile, she had a decent smile, one that I'm sure would melt the hearts of most guys. 

Rachel was the tallest of the girls, with boobs I guessed to be a C cup. She was wearing a two-piece and she looked like she had dozed off in the sun. 

My sister, Linda, didn't seem to mind that I was there at all. She sat back in the pool chair in her little two-piece outfit and just grinned watching me check out her friends. 

After sitting by the pool and trying to interject something meaningful into the girls' conversation, I decided to go inside and watch some TV in the family room. The room faced the pool, and from the sliding glass door, I could still see everything that went on out there, just in case something interesting happened. With the sun still up and no lights on in the family room, I could sit there without the girls realizing I was there. 

When I got inside, I could barely hear what the girls were saying with the TV going, so I turned the volume way down. After I muted the sound, I could distinctly hear Angie say, "Your brother is kind of cute." 

"He's not so bad," Linda said, "For a brother anyway. I just feel sorry for him sometimes."

"Really?" Erin asked. "Why is that?" I was also curious. Why did she have to feel bad for me? She couldn't have known my secret, could she? There's no way she could know about my little dick. 

"I think he's still a virgin," Linda said. 

I was immediately embarrassed. She might not know my darkest secret, but knowing I was still a virgin and talking about it to her friends was almost as bad as knowing I have a small cock. The worst of it was that she was right, I was still a virgin, but how did she know that? Not only that, but why did she have to tell the other girls and why were they talking about it? I could hear them giggling. 

"Really?" Erin asked. "Why? He's not ugly and seems to be able to hold a conversation. He must have had at least one opportunity in his life to do something with a girl. And you know he's not a fag. I saw the way he was looking at my ass."

"Who could miss that? You were practically shoving it in his face! I don't know why he's still a virgin," Linda said. "I think he's just shy. You know how some guys are."

"Yeah, like Mark." Erin shook her head. "Remember him? I swear, he never even touched me. He was a nice guy, too."

"I would have fucked Mark, too," Rachel said. "He was cute."

"Yeah, I would have fucked him, too, "Erin agreed, "But he never made a move on me. I made a few on him, but I think it scared him away." 

"Yeah, guys don't like strong women, they think you're pushy if you take some initiative," Cheryl said, joining the conversation. 

"That's bullshit," Angie said. "I bet if you made a move on any guy, he'd be all over it unless he's gay or something." 

"I disagree," Cheryl folded her arms over her petite chest. "You'll scare him away." 

"Wanna bet?" Angie asked. "If I came onto Linda's brother, he'd be all over it." 

"Are you saying you're going to try to take my little brother's virginity?" Linda asked. 

Angie was quiet for a few seconds, then responded, "Would that bother you?" 

"No," Linda grinned. "If you want to fuck my brother, knock yourself out." 

Fuck. My crazy sister was out there talking to her friends about whether one of them should fuck me or not. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. If I hit on one of these girls in public, they wouldn't give me the time of day, but because they were with my sister, they acted like it was no big deal to fuck me. 

"I hope you like rejection," Cheryl added. "How would you plan on doing it?" 

"I don't know," Angie looked thoughtful. "Maybe I could say something like, 'Nice shoes, wanna fuck?'" The girls laughed. "Yeah, with my luck, he won't be wearing shoes." Angie stood. 

"You're going to do it now?" Linda sounded surprised. 

"Yeah, why not?" Angie said. 

"With all of us here?" Linda asked. 

"What kind of a whore do you think I am? I'm not going to bring him out here and fuck him in front of you bitches. I'll do it inside." 

Angie started walking toward the back door. I panicked a little, then fumbled for the remote control to turn the volume back up. 

"Hey," Angie said, entering the family room.

"Hey," I replied. 

"Weren't you wearing shoes earlier?" She asked. 

"What?" I asked. "Shoes?" 

"Nothing. I was going to make a joke. Forget it. Hey, do you have any more of that lemonade you had before?" 

"Lemonade?" Now, I was starting to sound like an idiot. I was nervous and I was hoping it didn't show. 

Angie grinned. "Yeah, you know, yellow liquid. Kids sell it on hot days." 

"Sorry," I acted like I didn't get the sarcasm. "Would you like a glass." I stood from the chair and walked toward the kitchen. 

"Please," she smiled, following me, "Unless you want to just pour it in my mouth for me." Apparently, she had a sarcastic sense of humor.

In the kitchen, I poured her a glass while she stood there in that hot bikini of hers, twisting her hair around a single finger as she leaned on the counter. 

"Are you into music?" she asked. 

"What do you mean?" I asked in return. 

"Music. What do you listen to?" 

"All kinds of stuff, I guess. Probably nothing you'd like." 

"How do you know what I like," Angie smiled taking the glass of lemonade from me. "Got a big collection?" 

"Yeah, a couple hundred CDs," I said. 

"Where are they?" She asked. 

"Upstairs. In my... They're in my bedroom," Geez, I was stuttering at simple questions. It wouldn't have been so bad, but she'd just been outside talking about how she was going to come in the house and fuck me. I was far too nervous for this. To make matters worse, my sister and three of her other friends knew what was going on. 

"Can I look?" She asked. 

"Sure, just go up the stairs and turn left," I know. I'm a fucking idiot. She was throwing herself at me and creating the perfect opportunity and I was so stupid I was going to blow a sure thing, too. 

"You're not going to show me?" Angie sounded disappointed. 

"Oh, sorry. I'll take you up there. Follow me." The prospect of fucking a hot girl like Angie had me so excited, I had to force myself not to take the stairs two at a time. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times to make sure she was still behind me. 

"I'm right behind you," Angie said. "Don't worry, I won't get lost." 

When I got to my room, I sat back on the bed and pointed to my CD collection. Angie followed me in, closing the bedroom door and locking it behind her. My heartbeat quickened. My brain was on overload. 

Angie stood with her back to me, then bent over in front of the stereo. It only took her a second to find the power button. She turned the stereo on and hit the play button, starting up the CD that was already in the player. 

When she stood and turned, she caught me looking right at her ass. 

"Were you just checking me out?" She sounded serious, but not angry. 

"No," I lied. "I was..."

"You were looking at my ass, weren't you?" 

"Well, I was just... It's just that..." Damn, I was tongue-tied again. 

"Hey, it's okay, really. Actually, now that we're on the subject, would you mind giving me your honest opinion?" 

"About what?" I asked. What could I possibly have an opinion that would matter to her? 

"Well, you're obviously a guy, right?" 

"Yeah," I answered. 

"Okay, then do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" She stood with her hands on her hips. 

"I guess so. Like what?" 

"Well, I don't want to embarrass you, but I'd just like the opinion of a guy on a few things. You're my best friend's brother, so I feel more comfortable asking you some things than I would a guy I'm dating. Know what I mean?" 

"I guess so," I had no idea what she was getting at. 

"Okay, cool. First question: Do you think this bathing suit looks okay on me?" She untied the sarong skirt and held it loosely in one hand as she turned to show me her near naked ass. "Be honest." 

I swallowed hard, "Yeah, I'd say it looks good on you. You must know that already." 

"Thanks. You don't think it looks slutty? My ex-boyfriend thought it did." 

"No, no, I would have to describe it as sexy, not slutty." 

"Really? You think it's sexy?" She continued to change poses in front of me. 

"Yeah, very sexy." I could feel my cock growing in my shorts. I was hoping it wasn't too obvious to her and for once, I was feeling fortunate about the small size of my cock. Maybe it wasn't sticking out too far in my shorts and she wouldn't notice it. 

"That's sweet of you. Thanks. Do you think it could be sexier?" She asked. 

"Sexier? What do you mean?" 

"Like, if I wore it differently, like this..." Angie raised the waist bands of the bikini bottoms so they were higher on her hips, narrowing the patch of material in the front in the process. 

"Oh, I see what you mean. Uh, yeah, I guess that's sexier." 

"You think so? Why?" I know she knew why, but I felt like she was trying to get me to say it out loud. 

"Well, when you raise it up like that, the material in the front gets a little more narrow and it shows more of your uh, well pubic region." 

"You think so?" She glanced down at herself, then slid the material in a little more, causing the patch to narrow to about two inches. "How about that?" 

"Yeah, yeah, that's even sexier," My voice cracked as I spoke. 

"What about my ass in this thong?" Angie asked, turning slightly to show it to me. "Do you think it's okay in this?" 

"Yeah, definitely," I said. My cock was as hard as it was going to get. I couldn't believe it. She was in my room and modeling her body for me. 

"You don't think my ass is too big?" 

"No, definitely not. I think it's perfect." 

"I'm glad I can ask you these things," She smiled, then turned to face me again. As she did, she slid her hands up and down her waist, drawing my attention to her flat stomach. "Can you tell I do a lot of aerobics?" She patted herself on the belly. 

"Yeah, it looks like you do," I agreed. "You're in great shape. 

"Want to feel how hard my tummy is?" She took a few steps toward me until her legs straddled one of mine. 

"I guess," I stuck out my index finger and poked at her stomach gently. 

"Not like that, silly, like this..." She grabbed my hand and flattened it out on her stomach, then ran my hand up and down her tummy from the top of her bikini bottoms to the bottom of the bikini tops. "How is that?" She let go of my hand, but I continued to move it around on her stomach. 

"Wow," I said. "You have a really tight stomach." 

"Thanks. I also work on my butt almost every day," she turned to face away from me. "Check it out." 

With her back to me, I reached out both hands and gripped those beautiful ass cheeks. Giving them a good squeeze, I took both thumbs and parted her ass cheeks enough that I could view the thin material of the thong that ran the length of her ass and barely covered her asshole. I let go of her ass as she started to turn around to face me again. 

"Do you work out?" She asked. 

"Some," I said. 

"It looks like you do," Angie reached forward and placed both hands on my shoulders, "Especially here on your shoulders. Do you mind if I touch you here?" 

"No," I gulped. 

"Linda never told me she had a brother with such a hot body," Her hands worked their way down from my shoulders onto my chest, then toward my stomach. 

"I doubt she would have described me that way to her friends," Now, Angie's hands were on my stomach. I just sat there, waiting for what she might do next. 

"You have a hard stomach, too," she kneeled in front of me, rubbing her hands up and down my stomach. As her hands massaged my stomach, her forearms brushed across the head of my cock, which was pressing at the material of my swimsuit. I know it was on purpose because she kept doing it again and again until finally, she was obviously moving her arm around to rub against my cock on purpose. "It looks like you have another strong muscle," Her hand slid from my stomach and onto my thighs. Her thumbs rested dangerously close to the crotch of my swimsuit. The pressure of her thumbs tightened the material down on the swimsuit, accentuating the shape of my short cock. 

I looked down at Angie as she appeared to have her eyes locked on the small bulge in my shorts. I suddenly became aware of several possible outcomes in this situation. Angie didn't seem to be alarmed at the small size of my cock, at least not yet, but if she touched it or pulled my shorts down, I know she would notice. And if she did that, she might tell her friends about it, and worst of all, she might even mention it to my sister. There was also the possibility that she might just laugh right in my face. I couldn't face that kind of embarrassment, so I sat up a little and reached for Angie's hands. I was going to pull her hands away from my swimsuit, but before I could grab her hands, she reached up and stopped me, grasping my hands in hers. 

"What's wrong?" She asked. 

"I just... It's just that... Well, I'm not sure this is the right thing," I stammered. 

"What do you mean?" Angie looked genuinely concerned. "I didn't embarrass you, did I?"

"No," I was trying to find a way out of this before she exposed my secret. 

"Are you okay with me touching you?" She asked. 

"Yes, it's not that. It's just that..." I couldn't finish the sentence. 

"Have you ever done anything with a girl before?" Angie asked. "Is that it?" 

I didn't answer. I just looked at her. 

"Hey, that's okay," She rubbed my hands gently. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. We all had our first time some time, right?"

I nodded my head. 

"If you don't want to do anything, that's okay. I didn't mean to take advantage of you or anything. I just thought you and I might have some fun. That's all." Her voice was calm and soothing, like she genuinely cared how I felt. 

I know my face was burning red with embarrassment at what I couldn't say. I didn't want to admit to her that I was ashamed of my small cock. 

"I think I know why you're so shy," She said softly. 

"Really?" 

"Have you ever had a girl touch you before?" She asked. 

I shook my head. 

"That's okay. I understand. We'll just take it nice and slow," Angie pushed my hands down to my sides, then let them go. She reached for the waist of my shorts and started to pull them down, but I quickly gripped her hands, stopping her from exposing my little dick. 

"Don't you want to do this?" Angie looked up at me. 

I nodded. 

"It's not just because it's your first time, is it? I think you're embarrassed because you have a small dick," She said. My secret fear was realized. She came right out and said it. "I don't mean to be mean, but I can see already by the little bulge you're making in your shorts that it's not very big." She paused for a long time, looking at me. I could have died from embarrassment. "That's okay, though," she smiled. "I bet we can still have some fun with it." 

"I, I don't know," I stuttered. 

"Are you worried I'll say something to the other girls about it?" 

I nodded my head. 

"You don't think I'd pull your pants down so I could look at your little dick, then go and tell the other girls about how small your little dick is, do you? That would just be mean. Why don't you let me get these shorts off of you and show you some thing that feel good and we can just keep it our little secret, okay?" She smiled. I couldn't believe how many times she referenced the size of my cock and I was further embarrassed that she'd chosen to call it a 'little' secret, but I figured the worst of it was over. 

"Okay," I released my grip on her hands and placed my palms down on the bed, gripping the top sheet firmly with my fingers. 

Angie tugged my shorts down to my ankles and let me kick out of them, leaving me completely naked and exposed in front of her. I was really nervous. No one had ever seen me naked before, especially a girl as hot as Angie. Now, I was lying on my own bed with my erect little cock pointed at her. 

Angie's eyes fixed on my little dick. She grinned as she made eye contact with it. I guess it amused her to see a cock as small as mine struggling to be as erect as it was. She slid her hands up my legs, then with the index finger of one hand, she traced the outline of my cock, gently running her finger up one side, then down the other. 


Solving My Little Problem Ch. 02



"Hey, wait," I suddenly found some courage for once in my life. Maybe losing my virginity suddenly made me more of a man and a little more bold.

"What for?" Angie stopped just before she made it to the hallway. 

"Are you going to go downstairs with the other girls?" 

"Yeah, why?" 

"With no panties on underneath that skirt?" I couldn't believe it. She had no shame whatsoever. First, she showed her friends (which included my sister) where I came on her face. Now, she was going to go downstairs in a short skirt with no panties on right after I'd fucked her. 

"Yeah, why?" 

"Are you going to show the girls my cum on your pussy?" I asked sheepishly. 

"Now that you mention it, maybe I will," The wicked look on her face led me to believe she definitely would show the girls the mess I'd made on her pussy the same way she'd gone downstairs with my fresh cum on her face after she gave me a blowjob. 

The thought of her going down those stairs, lifting her skirt, and showing off her pussy to the other girls turned me on. I could only imagine them commenting on how much of my cum was in and around her hot pussy and mixing in with the juices of her pussy. 

Even though I'd just had my first piece of pussy and had shot a fierce load of cum only a few minutes ago, the thought of her showing herself off like that immediately turned me on again. I would have thought my cock would be too fatigued to cooperate, but every heartbeat pumped more blood into my growing cock as I lay there on the bed naked in front of Angie. 

My growing little erection didn't go unnoticed. Angie raised her eyebrows, "Oh, you're getting another little stiffy, aren't you? You're going to be ready to go again soon, aren't you?" 

"I could go again right now," My cock continued to stiffen. I sat up on the bed. "Come back in and close the door, please." 

"Make me," Angie said. "Make me come back in." 

"How am I supposed to do that?" 

"Be creative..." 

"Okay, come back in and shut that door or I'm going to make you sorry you didn't," I said with mock anger. I'd never tried to pretend to be tough before. 

"How are you going to make me sorry?" She stood there with her arms crossed, defying me. 

"I'll lift that skirt up and spank your ass so hard, you'll get a blister." 

"Eww! You're nasty," she grinned, slamming the door shut behind her without locking it. She walked over to the bed, then placed herself on top of it on her hands and knees. With no panties on beneath her skirt, I could see her bare pussy, which was still wet from the load of cum I'd shot into it. 

Angie looked over her shoulder to make sure she was positioning herself properly in front of me. 

"Here I am, sir, just as you requested," She shook her ass at me as she spoke. "Are you ready to fuck my little pussy again, mister?" 

I walked on my knees until I was in position behind her. Gripping her by the hips, I flipped her skirt up over her back to give me a view of her beautiful naked ass, then I pulled back a hand and smacked her smartly on her bottom. 

"Ouch!" Angie flinched, then reached back to sooth the part of her ass that I had smacked. "That fucking hurt!" 

"Don't sass me next time," I warned, trying to sound serious, but not angry. 

"No, sir," Angie laughed. "I learned my lesson. Ow..." I had smacked her a little harder than I'd meant to. I could see her ass cheek turning red in the shape of a handprint. 

I slid my cock up to Angie's awaiting pussy and slid it into her narrow slit, wasting no time to bury it in as far as it could go. 

"Oh, shit!" Angie exclaimed. "Wow, your little dick feels good like that. Mmm..." 

"You like that?" I asked, both amazed and pleased I could give her some pleasure with my little cock. I pulled it out until just the tip of it was inside her, then thrust it in again, this time a little harder and faster than the first. 

"Yeah, that's pretty good," she said, collapsing her body in front of me and pressing her elbows to lay flat with her head, shoulders, and breasts resting on the bed. She kept her ass and pussy pointed at me. 

I gripped her hips tightly and slid my cock in and out of her again and again, pressing my pelvis against her ass as hard as I could to penetrate her pussy as far as I could with my little cock. 

"Mmmm... yeah, that's it," She moaned. "You're hitting the right spot. If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum." 

Her comments on my performance excited me even more. I could feel my cock throbbing in her pussy. I was going to cum again soon, too. 

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like how I'm fucking you?" 

"Oh, yeah," Angie groaned. "Your little dick feels so good in my pussy right now. Mmm... I didn't think you'd make me feel this good. Keep fucking me." 

I kept pounding her, thrusting my short cock in and out of her pussy as fast and as hard as I could, gripping her hips on every stroke. Looking down at Angie's ass in front of me, I could see the purple starfish between her ass cheeks. I couldn't resist looking at it. I wanted to touch it, too. 

I continued to grip Angie's hip with one hand, then moved my other hand around her hip to the small of her back, then down the length of the crack of her ass. When my index finger found the rear entrance, Angie flinched, then looked back over her shoulder at me, apparently aware of how close my finger was to making a backdoor entry. 

I swirled my finger around Angie's asshole a little, just making little circles on the outside of it. From her little squirms and movements, she appeared to be tickled by it, but also reluctant to allow me to stick my finger in her tight rear hatch. Each time I touched the center of it, she clamped down hard, making it clear she didn't want me to press my finger in. I decided I wouldn't chance ruining a good moment and slid my hand back over to grab her hip again, then continued to fuck her with a renewed vigor. 

Angie closed her eyes. She appeared to be enjoying what I was doing to her. She pressed her hand to her lips, then parted them to take in her middle finger, which she sucked on like a cock while I pounded her pussy as hard as I could with my little member. 

"Mmm..." She moaned with her finger in her mouth. "Keep fucking me. I'm going to cum." 

I didn't need to be told to keep fucking her. I already was. I wasn't going to stop. 

Then, Angie reached down with her other hand, placing it between her legs in front of her. From my position, I couldn't see her hand, but I could feel her fingers rubbing across the shaft of my cock as my cock sawed in and out of her pussy. She was using a couple of fingers to frantically stimulate her clit as I fucked her. I could feel her nails slightly brushing against me on each stroke. 

Angie started breathing heavily, then her fingers made even more frantic movements and her hips bucked back and forth against mine. 

"OH, fuck!" Angie screamed, startling me. She was so loud, I was sure her friends (and my sister) heard her. "I'm fucking cumming! Shit! Shit!" She screamed loudly. I kept fucking her, but I hoped the other girls didn't hear it. 

There was a bang at the door. I suddenly stopped, afraid the door might open. "You okay in there?" Came my sister's voice. I was so embarrassed. I was hoping to God that she wouldn't open that door! 

"Fuck off!" Angie yelled. "I'm busy!" Then, she turned to me and said, "Keep fucking me." 

My sister giggled and mumbled something at the door. I think she walked off because I didn't hear anything after that. 

Despite being embarrassed by my own sister interrupting me fucking one of her friends, I resumed my thrusts, slamming my cock into Angie's eager pussy, which was clenching and pulsating at the end of my cock. 

"Yeah, that's it!" She groaned through clenched teeth, sounding like she was on the verge of crying or screaming again. "Oh, fuck!" 

Then I felt it myself. Her tight pussy clenching on my cock was sending me into an orgasm of my own. 

"I'm going to cum, too," I announced quite a bit softer than Angie's words had been. My words appeared to turn Angie on, though. She clenched down on my cock even tighter, but kept bucking back and forth on my cock with her pussy. Then, I felt it happening. My balls were rumbling and spewing cum into her awaiting pussy. I wanted to look down at that beautiful pussy as I fired my cum into it, but the feeling was so intense that I couldn't open my eyes for very long. I even held my breath as I came, shooting several streams of cum into Angie's pussy again. 

"Oh!" I grunted, gritting my teeth and burying my cock up to the hilt in Angie's hot pussy. I felt the final drizzle slip from my cock and into her pussy as my orgasm subsided. 

Angie, sensing my completion, slid her pussy off of me, then rolled over on the bed. Sitting up, she asked, "Where are my panties?" 

I picked them up and handed them to her. Angie looked down at my cock, glistening with her juices. 

"Let me clean you up," She suggested, taking her panties in her hand and wiping the shaft of my cock clean with them. Then, she looked at my face, seeing the sweat dripping from it, she wiped my brow with the same cum and pussy juice-soaked panties. "That's better," she announced. Standing up on the bed in her boots, Angie braced herself by placing a hand on my shoulder as she stepped back into her panties, then lifted her skirt to pull them into place with a little snap of the elastic. I enjoyed the close-up look at her dripping pussy. 

"I think you're the kinkiest girl I've ever met," I told her. 

"Thanks, sweetie, but you haven't seen me do anything remotely kinky yet!" She stepped off the edge of the bed and disappeared into the hall. 

To be continued...



Solving My Little Problem Ch. 03



After my sexual encounters with Angie, I hid out in my room and tried to avoid contact with my sister and her friends. I mean, I was happy I'd finally lost my virginity, but I was too afraid I would be cornered by one of the girls and asked to talk about the experience, so I just avoided the possibility entirely. 

Linda and her four friends went out for the evening and came back some time late. I don't know what time it was that they came home, but I was already in bed by the time they did. I'm a late sleeper, though, so I wasn't too surprised to wake up and go down to the kitchen and see my sister, Linda, and her hot friend, Angie, already laying out by the pool. 

In the mornings, the sun splashes into the kitchen, allowing people at the poolside to be able to see inside the house, especially the kitchen. Linda didn't seem to notice me. She actually looked like she was napping in the lawn chair, but Angie definitely saw me. She yelled, "Tommy, come on out here!" Linda didn't move even with Angie yelling like that. She must have really been sleeping heavily. 

I walked out to her and spoke in a soft voice, "What is it?" 

"Can you rub some lotion on me?" She asked in a sappy, sweet voice. 

"Sure, no problem," I reached for the lotion beside the lawn chair and walked to the space between her and my sister. How could I say no? She'd blown me and taken my virginity. The least I could do was put some lotion on for her. And it wasn't like it was a chore. I was more than happy to rub my hands up and down on her body. 

Angie looked me up and down from behind her dark sunglasses. "Can you do me one more little favor?" 

"What's that?" I asked. 

"Take off your shorts while you put the lotion on me," she sounded serious. 

I glanced over at my sister. Her head was pointed in my general direction, but her mouth was open a little and she was breathing very slowly, both good indicators that she was sleeping. 

"What if she wakes up?" I asked. 

"She was drinking a lot last night. I don't think she's going to wake up. If she does, just pull a towel over you. I'm sure she won't notice," Angie explained. 

"And the other girls?" I asked. There were still three more of her friends somewhere in that house. 

"They're all still asleep, too. They won't be up for a couple more hours. Besides, we should be able to hear them coming with plenty of time to cover you up." 

I made a doubtful expression and placed my hands on my hips. 

"I'll make it worth your effort," Angie whispered. "And if you get caught..." she paused, "I'll make it extra worth your effort." 

I threw caution to the wind and didn't really consider the consequences for once. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts, I slid them down and off, then sat down beside Angie as quickly as I could, pulling a towel up onto my thigh. Angie was smiling and staring at my little cock the whole time. 

"What's that for?" Angie pointed to the towel. 

"In case Linda wakes up," I explained. 

Angie grabbed the towel and dropped it onto the pool deck, "You won't need it unless she wakes up and she probably won't wake up for a couple of hours." 

I was nervous. Linda could wake up at any moment. Either that or one of the other girls could come out and discover me being naked right there and I'd have to explain it, but then again, Angie did say she'd make it worth my efforts and I had every reason to believe the woman who had already made me cum three times within the first few hours of meeting her. 

"Aren't you going to roll over?" Feeling exposed, I was trying to speed up the process a little. 

"For what?" 

"So I can put lotion on your back." 

"No, silly, then I can't sit here and look at your naked body," She explained. "I want you to put lotion on my front," 

"But, can't you reach your front with your own hands?" I just wasn't getting it. 

"I can, but why should I? Are you telling me you don't want to help me put lotion on these?" Angie reached behind her and untied the string on her bikini top, then peeled it off her large, firm breasts. 

I was mesmerized by them. I mean, sure, she'd given me a blowjob and I'd even fucked her (twice!), but this was the first time I'd seen those ripe, white melons. She had well-defined tan lines that accentuated both breasts nicely. I could see by the lines that she liked to wear her bikini tops in a way that just barely covered the edge of her nipples. Seeing them like this excited me even more just from knowing how dangerously close her nipples were from popping into view when she had her bikini top on. 

"You don't want me to get a sunburn, do you?" she asked. The sight of her bare breasts and the boldness of her whipping her top off in front of me started to stimulate me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The added danger of someone coming out back and seeing her and the risk of my sister waking up was something that also got my blood pumping. In just a few seconds, my cock grew from completely soft to a full erection. Angie didn't miss that minor detail, either. She looked down at my stiffened little cock and smiled when she noticed my erect state. She immediately reached down and rested her hand on my thigh just a few inches away from my throbbing erection. 

"I wouldn't want you to burn," I shook my head, then squeezed a good glob of lotion out into one hand, then rubbed my hands together, smearing the lotion all over both hands. Maintaining eye contact with Angie, I reached forward, placing the palms of both hands onto the soft, firm skin of her breasts. I felt my cock twinge as my hands came into contact with her flesh. 

Angie dropped her head back onto the pool chair, turning her head away from Linda. I was in heaven. I kneaded Angie's breasts firmly with my palms, then let my fingers slide back and forth across her hardening nipples. Then, I gripped each breast at the base and squeezed upward and toward the center of Angie's chest, squeezing her breasts into hardened points until I was left holding her by her nipples. 

"Are you trying to milk me?" Angie asked, barely looking at me. 

"No, not really," I replied. "Did that hurt?" 

"No, that's not it. I just don't know how much you know about a woman's body, so I wanted to make sure you weren't expecting to have some milk squirt out or something." 

"Oh," I said. I hadn't considered being able to milk her, but the thought was interesting. 

I flinched when an unexpected hand gripped my other thigh. I was horrified when I looked over to see that it was Linda who had placed her hand on my leg. 

"Are you naked?" She asked, peering over the top of her dark glasses as she gripped my leg to keep me from snapping my thighs shut to hide my little cock. 

As fast as I could, I moved my hands down to cover my little cock in an attempt to block it from Linda's view. I couldn't stand the thought of having her make fun of me for my little cock. 

Hearing Linda's words, Angie turned her head to look at Linda. "I thought you were asleep," Angie observed. She didn't seem the least bit startled and made no move to cover up her bare chest. 

"I was," Linda answered. "What exactly are you two doing anyway?" She didn't sound angry, just surprised. 

"He was rubbing lotion on me," Angie answered.

"I can see that. But he's completely naked." Linda hit on the key issue here. 

"We thought you were asleep," Angie explained. "Close your eyes again and forget all about us if it bothers you." 

"Okay, whatever," Linda said, pulling her hand away from my leg and putting her head back down on the deck chair. Thankfully, she turned her head away from Angie and me. 

I looked at Angie. I was so embarrassed and intent on getting my clothes back on. Before I could say anything to Angie about it, Linda turned back over and looked right at me.

"Wait," Linda said. 

"What?" I asked, covering my little cock again. What the hell could she possibly want? 

"Let me see..." She said without emotion. 

"Let you see what?" I was stunned. She couldn't possibly mean what I thought she meant. 

"Your dick," She answered. "Not to be a pervert of anything, but I've never seen it until now. You're sitting her naked, so why not? I saw a glimpse of it already anyway, so what difference does it make?" 

"No way in hell am I showing you my dick!" 

"Oh, come on," She argued. "Just one look. After that, I'll roll back over and you can go back to doing whatever it was you were doing and I won't bother you any more. And, I promise I'll never mention it again or joke about it or anything like that. You have my word and you know I keep my word. " 

"No way!" I protested. "I can't." 

"Hey, if you're worried I'm going to laugh because it's small, forget it. She said seriously. "I've seen you walking around in shorts and I've seen you with a boner sometimes. So, don't be ashamed of it. I won't think any less of you. Why not just show me?" 

"Because you're my sister!" Then, I thought of a different tactic, "Would you show me your tits if I asked?" I couldn't bring my self to say 'pussy'. 

"I don't see why not," She said, reaching behind her to grab the string of her top. 

"No, wait! I didn't mean that," My plan obviously back-fired on me. "I was just using that as an example." 

"Hey, if you were curious, I'd show you. They're just tits. Come on, just show me your dick," Linda pleaded. Angie appeared to be tickled at how my sister was making me squirm. "Don't make me blackmail you with this." 

"Blackmail me? How?" 

"I don't know, like maybe make this the subject of conversation with the other girls when they get up. If you make a deal with me, I say nothing, but the deal is off if you don't show me."

"Come on, Linda, that's not very nice! You've never been a bitch to me before, so why start now?" 

"Okay, I'm sorry. I would never blackmail you and you know that, but just show me, okay?" 

"I feel weird about it. It's already bad enough that you saw it," I complained. 

"I promise, this is the last favor I'll ask of you for a long time," she reasoned.

Now, I have to admit, I'm often easily persuaded to do things I don't really want to do, especially by my sister. She just has this way of making me do the things I don't want to do and this was no exception. "Okay," I reluctantly agreed, "I'll move my hands, but only for a few seconds, okay?" 

"Okay," Linda sat up on the deck chair. She was grinning from ear to ear. I had no idea why she suddenly wanted to see my cock so badly. 

I took a deep breath, then closed my eyes tightly and lifted both hands off my groin and spread my legs open. I was certain I was giving her a good view of my cock. 

"Wow, it's pretty small, isn't it?" Linda said quietly. I quickly put my hands back over it and opened my eyes. Before I could bark my protest at her words, Linda said, "Okay, wait, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you, but you know it's true, right?" 

I nodded. 

"Can I see it again really quick?" Linda asked. "I wasn't finished looking. I promise – cross my heart – I won't say anything negative about it, okay?" 

I took another deep breath, closed my eyes, and raised my hands again. I felt a chill run through my body when a hand grasped my cock, lightly. I opened my eyes and saw Linda's hand wrapped around my little cock. 

"Sorry," She said, pulling her hand away. She rubbed her fingers together, apparently to spread around the precum that must have gotten on her hand when her fingers ran past the head of my cock. "I just wanted to see what it felt like. I know I didn't ask, so I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you somehow." My eyes must have been popping out of my head. I couldn't think of anything to say, but Angie knew what had to be said. 

"Did you just grab your brother's cock?" Apparently, Angie didn't believe what she'd just seen, either. 

Linda looked at me, then at Angie, then back at me, "Should I tell her?" Linda asked. 

"Tell me what?"

"Well," Linda looked very serious, "We're not exactly brother and sister." 

"Not exactly?" Angie asked. "How is that?" 

"My mom and his dad got married just a couple of years ago. To ease everyone's minds and to make everything easier to epxlain, we never get into the step-brother, step-sister routine. Even when our parents were still dating, it was just easier to say we were brother and sister. It's just easier than explaining the whole thing and having people look at us and wonder if we're sleeping together or not."

"But you look similar enough to be biological siblings," Angie didn't quite believe it, but it was true. "Well, close enough anyway... Have you two ever...?" 

"No," Linda answered before Angie could finish the sentence. "Neither of us ever had an attraction, but you see what I mean, right?" 

"What about now? Why did you want to touch his dick?" 

"Like I said, Just curious, I guess," Linda explained, then looked at me. "I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me. Should I give you something in return? Do you really want to see my breasts? Would that make it even?" 

"No, no, I was bluffing," I admitted. The whole experience left me feeling weird. Even my dick felt funny after having been touched by the girl I'd treated like a sister for the past few years. 

"Sorry if I embarrassed you or violated your personal space," Linda said quietly before she stood and walked into the house. 

"That was fucking weird," Angie said, then she got up without putting her top back on and followed Linda into the house. I put my own shorts back on and returned to the house, but I avoided the girls and headed right to my room. 

Around lunch time, I went downstairs to the kitchen, expecting to find the downstairs vacant, but I ran into all five girls right at the kitchen counter. When I walked into the room, everyone stopped talking and turned right toward me. 

"What?" I asked, immediately suspicious that they'd been talking about me while I wasn't there. 

"Nothing, what do you mean 'what'?" Linda asked. We were both acting like nothing had happened, which was a relief. I didn't want to discuss it or let on that I was even thinking about it. 

I caught both Erin and Rachel both looking down at my crotch. They both looked away when I looked at them. Fuck, I guess they had been talking about me. I just shook my head. 

"Hungry?" Linda asked. "There's sandwich stuff on the counter." 

"Thanks," I said, then started fixing myself a sandwich. While I was constructing what could only be described as a delicious mess, Angie joined me at the counter. 

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" She whispered. 

I looked back over my shoulder slightly to see if the other girls were paying attention. They seemed to be too occupied with their own conversation to hear Angie's whispered question. "Yeah," I whispered back. 

"After you've had time to eat your sandwich," She stated. 

"I'll be in my room," I whispered back, carrying my sandwich as I left the room. 

The girls started giggling about something, but I ignored them, hoping it wasn't about me. 

I'd been in my room with the door shut for about an fifteen minutes. It took me nearly that long to eat my sandwich. 

I was laying on my bed and flicking through a magazine when there was a light knock before the door swung open. It was Angie. 

"Hey," She said. "Am I interrupting anything?" 

"No. I was just reading." 

Angie plopped down beside me on the bed, putting her body parallel to mine, she got her body prone and propped herself up on her elbows with her arms crossed under her. She plucked the magazine from my hands and set it down on the bed on the other side of her. "Well, I was having a chat with the girls downstairs about some of the stuff we did up here..."

"You told them?" I asked with surprise in my voice must have been obvious. 

"Of course. Why wouldn't I? They're my friends. Come on, you must have known I would tell them. You tell your friends things like that, don't you?" 

"You talked about it with my sister?" I asked in disbelief. "Christ!" It was already bad enough that she'd seen my little cock out by the pool, and to make matters worse, she'd also touched it! I never expected that to happen.

"Well, it was no secret. She knew what we were doing up here."

"I guess I was hoping you wouldn't have talked about it," I said, rolling onto my side to face her. I placed my head in my palm and propped myself up on my elbow. "How much did you tell them?" I was worried she'd described my little dick to them or commented on a poor performance. 

"I just told them a little about what we did and how you fucked me. Oh, and I told them that you fucked me doggy-style till I came. That's about it. That's not a problem for you, is it?" 

"No," I said, holding back a smile. If that's all she told them, it made me sound like a stud and I had nothing to be ashamed of.

"Well, anyway, one of the girls asked me if you were a good kisser, so imagine my embarrassment when I said, 'Oh, shit, I sucked his dick and I fucked him, but I never kissed him'."

"So, you came up here to straighten that out?" I asked. 

"That's not the only thing I came up here for, but can you imagine that? I've had your dick in my mouth, but not your tongue." 

In all the excitement, I hadn't even thought about it. So much had happened in the past two days, I never slowed down to think. 

I leaned forward, pressing my hand against Angie's hip cueing her to roll over onto her back with me following. With Angie flat on her back, I pressed my body against hers, sliding one of my legs between hers and pressing my hand down on the other side of her body. My face was only a few inches away from hers. Her lips were shiny with gloss and I could feel her breath on me as she looked at me expectantly. 

Slowly, I lowered my face to hers. I was also unintentionally building the suspense and adding to the excitement of the moment. Our mouths parted slightly as our lips came into contact with one another. Then, I felt Angie's tongue brush lightly across my upper lip. My own tongue darted out to meet hers. 

Pushing her tongue deeper into my mouth, Angie exhaled loudly. Gripping me at the back of my neck with one hand, she pressed my faced down tightly against hers. Her other hand snaked around my waist, pressing me down onto her body. My cock had already stiffened to a nice little erection, which was eagerly poking her in the hip. By the gyrations of her hips, I assumed Angie must have felt my erect little cock pressing into her side. 

"Mmmm..." she moaned as our tongues wrestled, darting in and out of one another's mouths. I flicked at Angie's tongue rapidly with my own tongue and started grinding my hips in rhythm with Angie's gyrations. 

"Okay," Angie pulled her face away from mine, breaking the mouth lock. "I think it's safe to tell the girls you're a decent kisser." 

I didn't respond. I was already aroused and didn't want to stop, so I started kissing her along her neck, nibbling my way around to her shoulder. The shirt she was wearing was very elastic, so I boldly tugged at the top button, then slid her shirt off the shoulder to give my mouth access to it. 

Angie offered no resistance. Instead, she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my head as I kissed my way across her collar bone toward the center of her chest. Feeling even more brave, I gently kissed her along the middle of her breastbone, starting with the base of her throat. To pave the way for my mouth, I attacked the buttons of her shirt one by one with my hand, then opened the front of her shirt completely before continuing my trail down the center of her chest. 

Angie's ample cleavage held tension on a single barrier to my quest. Where her bra came together in the middle was an obstacle that needed to be cleared from the path of my mouth. 




Solving My Little Problem Ch. 03



Using both hands on the sides of Angie's bra, I lifted the material up, away and over Angie's firm breasts, then let the bra tighten back down on her chest, leaving her breasts out in the open and unobstructed. I buried my face in Angie's cleavage, licking and sucking at the bare, delicate skin. 

In response to a combination of the cool air and the close proximity of my mouth, Angie's nipples began to rise and harden into stiff little caps on her breasts. I cupped the edge of one breast in my hand, then continued to kiss a trail along the lower edge of the other one. I kissed and licked a complete circle around the outside of Angie's breast, then averted my attention to the other one, repeating the process. 

After I'd made a complete circle on both breasts, I slowly licked, kissed, and sucked a slightly smaller circle around her right breast, being very careful not to touch the nipple yet. I took my sweet time circling her nipple with my mouth, making a big circle of kisses. Then, I started another smaller circle around her nipple. This time, in addition to licking and sucking her bare breast, I began to bite her gently, barely nibbling at her soft skin, pulling small bits of flesh into my mouth and licking it as I did. 

Angie raised her breast up to meet my face in an attempt to shove her nipple in my mouth, but I was quick enough to draw back slightly. She was apparently enjoying the stimulation, but wanted to kill the anticipation. 

"You're a little tease, aren't you?" Angie's breathing was heavy and her voice was deep. 

I made some kind of affirmative sound that wasn't quite a word, focusing instead on keeping my mouth on her beautiful breast. Next, I licked a nice little circle right around her hardened nipple, drawing an imaginary circle around the entire nipple. Finally, I flicked my tongue across it several times and sucked the nipple into my mouth. After applying a little suction, I flicked at it rapidly, then slid my hand up and over the other breast and began tugging on it lightly between my thumb and index finger. 

"Oh, that feels good," Angie moaned. I spent a few minutes sucking on each breast in turn before moving on. Keeping a hand in place over one breast, I moved my mouth downward toward Angie's tummy and kissed a little trail down to her navel, then to the waist of her shorts. 

I unsnapped the shorts, lowered the zipper, and slid them down and off of Angie without any protest or resistance. I left the panties, a light blue thong, firmly in place, then started kissing her tummy along the waist band of the panties. 

Then, I sat up on the bed and backed away from Angie. Pressing her knees up in the air, I spread her feet apart and planted them down on the bed firmly before positioning myself in front of her. The front of Angie's cotton panties were darkened by the wetness of her juices. My efforts to arouse her had been successful. She appeared to be ready for me to dive into her hot little pussy. 

Making eye contact with Angie, I ran both hand up her inner thighs until they cam to a stop at the edge of her panties, then ran them down her thighs again to her knees. 

I pressed my face close to one leg and started kissing a trail up Angie's leg along her inner thigh, slowing my pace as I came closer to the hot mound in the center. Angie pressed her hips forward in anticipation of my mouth touching her pussy, which was still covered with her panties, but I resisted, instead stopping and licking the area that formed a crease where her thigh met her crotch. 

With my thumb hooked inside Angie's panties, I pulled them away from her pussy, then over to one side, letting the cool air from my breath blow directly onto her soaking pussy while I still focused my attention on the same spot. 

Next, I licked and nibbled my way parallel to Angie's pussy up to the top of her pubic mound. Angie threw her head back and exhaled deeply, then gripped my hair tightly with one hand and held her panties open for me with the other. That was more of an invitation than I needed. I knew Angie was ready for my tongue on her pussy. Without lifting my mouth away from Angie's pubic mound, I slowly and deliberately slithered down her mound to the top of her pussy, licking her as I went. 

Still holding her panties to one side for me, Angie extended two fingers, which she used to spread the top of her pussy open for me, exposing her clit to my view. Her waiting pussy was a beautiful sight to me. Glistening with her juices, her pussy was eagerly awaiting my tongue. 

I'd never tasted a woman's pussy before and was slightly apprehensive about trying it. With what I'd heard friends say about them sometimes having an aroma or unpleasant taste, I still had to try it myself, especially when I considered that Angie had already sucked my cock and swallowed my cum without the least bit of hesitation. 

Gently, I stuck out my tongue for my first taste of Angie's pussy, allowing just the tip of my tongue to come into contact with her clit. I was pleased to find it tasted pleasant and just a little sweet. With the initial awkwardness gone, I flicked my tongue rapidly against Angie's clit, then swirled my tongue around it. As I did, my tongue brushed against the fingers Angie was using to hold herself open for me. I think she liked the way my tongue felt on her fingers, but the quick movements on her clit appeared to be driving her wild with stimulation. Her hips were gyrating and pulsating as I lapped at her pussy like a thirsty animal, alternating between flicking her clit with my tongue and sucking at it with my lips closed around it. 

Angie wasn't hesitant to let me know how it made her feel, either. She was gritting her teeth and groaning and grunting with pleasure while I tortured her little clit with my mouth and tongue. 

Angie's breathing became erratic. Guessing she was about to cum, I took both my hands, slid them under her knees and up over her stomach, then onto both breasts. I gripped both nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, then gently twisted them in my hands. 

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Angie said, nearly yelling. "Shit, you're a good little pussy-licker." She was so loud, I was guessing the other girls could probably hear her, especially if they were next door in my sister's room.

Her grip tightened on my hair and pulled her pussy open even more for me. I closed my lips over her clit and simultaneously sucked at it and flicked it with my tongue. Angie raised her hips in the air slightly. When she did, I let go of her tits and slid both hands down to cup her ass cheeks, moving her hips higher and exposing more of her pussy to my mouth. 

"Oh, shit!" She screamed. Angie held her breath as her body convulsed uncontrollably, like little tremors moving through her body. She was cumming, and I didn't stop licking that pussy. While she came, I flattened my tongue out on her pussy and smeared it around, concentrating mostly on her clit, but attempting to stimulate more of her pussy with more of my tongue. Angie shivered a little more, stiffening her body like a board, then finally collapsed and took in a deep breath. 

"Fuck," She said through labored breath, "For someone who was a virgin yesterday, you sure can eat pussy. How the hell did you get so good?" 

"I read a book about it," I said. I wasn't joking, but Angie laughed like I had been, so I smiled and pretended that I had been joking. 

"Come here," she said. 

I crawled back up to be even with her on the bed. Angie curled up beside me, resting her head on my arm, then used her thumb to wipe her juices off my face. 

"Did you like that?" I asked. I knew she did, but I felt like making some small talk. 

"Yeah, that was amazing," She said. 

"Do you want me to do it again?" I asked, but I was mostly joking. 

"Sure," she panted. "Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath, but this time, I want to sit on your face. Would that be okay?" 

"Sure, why not?"

To be continued...



Solving My Little Problem Ch. 04



The girls went back to school on Sunday and my life returned to normal. I'd lost my virginity over the weekend and it was all because of one of my sister's hot friends. I was feeling pretty good about myself, especially since Angie, my sister's friend, didn't seem to particularly care about the size of my small penis. 

I didn't hear anything else from Linda or her friends again until the next Friday night. I had gone out to a party, which turned out to be pretty lame, so I drove home around midnight. When I pulled in the drive, I was surprised to see Linda's car parked in my spot, so I pulled in behind it. 

I entered the house through the kitchen. Hearing the television, I walked into the living room where I was treated to a lovely sight. There was Linda and her four friends. I have to describe how they were dressed and what they were doing so you can get the full impact of what I walked into. 

Angie and Erin were both lying on their stomachs on the floor with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They both looked hot. Angie was wearing a thong on bottom and an over-sized T-shirt. Erin was mesmerizing in a pair of thin boy shorts and a matching top. The boy shorts did her proud ass cheeks justice, prominently displaying all their beauty. 

My own sister, Linda, was leaning back in the recliner wearing a thin top that did nothing to hide her hard nipples (not that I was looking) and a pair of cotton panties on bottom. I'd often seen Linda dressed this way and never thought anything of it when it was just her and me in the house, but it seemed strange this time with her friends around, too. I tried to put it out of my mind so I could enjoy the other eye candy in the room.

Then, there was Rachel, the quiet one. She was sitting on the love seat in her pajamas. I suddenly thought of her as the party-pooper, always wearing a little too much for me to enjoy her goods. 

The most interesting one to see was Cheryl. On the previous weekend's visit, she'd proven to be the shy, conservative girl who appeared to be very self-conscious about her body, but now, she was asleep on the couch in a pair of dark blue sheer panties and a matching sheer top, and when I say 'sheer', I mean I could see right through it. The material hid nothing. I could see her dark nipples and the thin slit of her pussy, which was capped with a narrow landing strip of red hair to match the hair on the top of her head. To the side of the little landing strip was a tiny ladybug tattoo. I never would have guessed Cheryl would have had a tattoo, especially so close to her pussy. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. 

I'd been standing there checking the girls out, unnoticed, for a good minute before anyone realized I was there. My anonymous lurking ended when Linda spotted me.

"Hey, when did you get home?" Linda asked, alerting everyone to my presence, except Cheryl who was still sleeping. 

"I just got here," I lied. 

"I thought you were staying at a friend's house." 

I shook my head, "I went to a lame party," 

When I glanced over at Angie, she smiled and said, "Hi, sexy!" 

"Tramp!" Erin said, giggling and slapping Angie on the arm. The two girls looked at one another and smiled. 

"Good night," Angie said to Erin, then stood up and walked in my direction, raising her eyebrows at me as she walked past me and ran up the stairs.

"What are you going to do?" Linda asked me. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Well, are you going to sit down and watch TV with us or are you going to sit and gawk at my friends all night?" Linda didn't sound like she was trying to be a smart ass, just inquisitive. 

"Sorry, but your friends are hot," I said. Rachel turned her head to look at me. I felt a little embarrassed, but figured I'd be bold, "Sorry, Rachel, but you are," Then I looked down at Cheryl again and said, "And she's lying here practically naked." 


"Well, don't wake her up," Erin said. "She'd be really embarrassed if she knew you saw her like that."

"Why?" I asked. "She's not embarrassed for you girls to see her dressed like that?" 

"Not really," Erin answered. "She's okay being buck-ass naked around us, but with guys, she's really shy." 

"Are all girls like that?" I asked.

"Like what? Shy?" 

"No, I mean, are all girls comfortable getting naked around one another?" 

"Mostly," Erin shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't object to changing clothes in front of any of my friends, if that's what you mean. Why do you ask?" 

"Just curious," I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. "What about sleeping in the same bed?" 

"We do that all the time," Rachel answered for Erin. 

"Naked?" I asked. 

"Sometimes," Linda answered. I hadn't really expected her to give me an answer. I'd rather think of the other girls naked. "But it's usually with panties and a shirt on." 

Cheryl turned her head and bent her leg, giving me the impression that she was waking up, but she wasn't. Instead, she was just re-adjusting herself in her sleep and inadvertently giving me a better view of her pussy. I still couldn't believe I was standing there staring at her in her sheer under garments and none of her friends had the decency to shoo me away or to offer to cover her up. 

I felt a little dirty, like looking at her like that wasn't quite right somehow. I shook my head, "Okay, I'm going to bed." I turned and walked up the stairs. Sure, I was going to my room and I was going to my bed, but I wasn't going to go to sleep. I was going to jerk off and fantasize about the hot girls I'd just seen in my own living room. I really owed it to my sister for making this kind of thing happen again. 

Sure, the girls were hot, but the icing on the cake was seeing shy little Cheryl in her sheer panties and shirt. I had that image embedded in my memory for life now. As shy as she was, there was no way I was going to see her like that again, unless of course, she spent the night again, but I would have to have incredible luck for it to happen that way again. 

When I got to my room, I left the lights off and left the door opened a little to allow enough light to spill in from the hallway so I could see well enough to do what I needed to do. I sat down on the edge of the bed, kicked off my shoes, and unsnapped my pants, then reached for the bottle of skin lotion I kept in the end-table drawer. I was already starting to get erect just thinking about stroking my cock and thinking about all that hot eye-candy downstairs and Angie, too, wherever she was. 

I set the lotion down on the end-table and was reaching for the waist of my pants when I felt a hand on my back. The unexpected touch startled me for more reasons than one. I barely caught myself before letting out a scream, but as I turned my head to face the person in the dark, Angie's familiar voice calmed me back down. 

"What were you getting ready to do?" Angie asked. 

"You scared the shit out of me!" I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

Angie grabbed me by the back of the shirt and gently pulled me down onto the bed on my back, then threw a leg over my chest and straddled my body, pressing her ass into my chest while her knees rested on each side of my head. I didn't resist any of this. 

"Sorry, I hope you don't mind me joining you in here," Angie sounded sympathetic. "You were about to jerk off, weren't you? I could give you some privacy, if you'd like." 

"No, that's okay," I said quickly. Playing with her body was a lot more fun than playing with my own. "You can stay." I raised my hands to grip her bare thighs, her sweet scent filling my nose. 

"Did those girls downstairs turn you on?" Angie asked. I could only make out her silhouette in the near darkness, but if I could see her face, I bet I would have seen a big grin on it. "Did they get you all worked up in their little skimpy clothes? I bet you have a little hard-on in your pants, don't you?" Angie reached around behind her to feel my crotch for an erection. "I know it's small, but I can't feel it. You aren't hard yet?" 

"No, I'm not hard," I admitted. 

"Can I ask you something?" Angie asked. "And I want you to tell me the truth." 

"I'll try," I said. Shit, I was hoping this wasn't going to be one of those hard questions with no correct answer. Girls tend to ask them from time to time and I'm terrible at answering them. 

"Are you turned on by any of my friends?" 

I waited before I answered. This was one of those loaded questions and no matter what I answered, I was sure to fuck it up. 

"Let me put it a different way, okay?" My eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness and I could make out the outline of her face. "You and I are friends, right? I mean, I guess you could say that, right?" 

"Yeah, I suppose," Whew, that was a little easier to answer. 

"I mean, we do fun stuff, but we're not attached to each other, right?"

"Right." 

"So, if you went and did something with another girl, that's no problem and the same for me, right? You don't think I'm just seeing you, right?" 

"Sure, I don't see why not," Okay, the questions were easier to answer than I'd expected, but I was getting the feeling she was going to hit me with something difficult any minute. 

"Okay," Angie said. "I just wanted to make sure we were straight and that you're not expecting something from me, like a commitment or something like that." 

"Wow," I said, "You said that kind of like a guy would." 

"Sorry, but I wanted to get that out in the open before things get complicated." 

"That's good. I don't mind," I felt a sense of relief. "Is that all you came up here for?" 

"No," Angie said, "There's something else I wanted to ask you." 

"Oh?" 

"It's the reason I was asking you if you liked any of my friends." 

"Why do you ask that?" 

"Well, as strange as this may sound, when I was talking to one of the girls about you, she got really interested and said she wouldn't mind getting physical with you, but she's really shy because she didn't want to approach you herself. She thought you might reject her." 

"Oh, that must be Cheryl," I picked the one who was naturally shy and the most obvious guess. 

"I promised her I wouldn't tell you who she was, so I can't confirm or deny who it is, okay? I'll ask you this, though: is there anyone downstairs that you just wouldn't want to have a physical experience with? That's what it comes down to, really."

"Honestly, you and all your friends are really hot, so no, there isn't one that I'd exclude if she extended the offer. Not to argue with you or whichever one of the girls it is, but she has nothing to be shy about. I'm not going to turn her down. You're all hot. If you just gave me a hint, I could hit on her myself." She was crazy if she thought I wouldn't jump at the chance to fuck another one of her friends, but I wanted to push things along a little. 

"That's good, but like I said, she doesn't want you to know who she is, so this is the part where it's going to sound a little weird, okay?" 

"Weird?" I asked. "What could be weird about someone wanting to mess around and have a little fun?" 

"Let me explain. I'll just come out with it instead of beating around the bush about it." 

"Fair enough," I said. 

"My friend would like to come up here and suck your dick," Angie admitted finally.

"I have no problem with that. What guy would turn something like that down?"

"It's a little more complicated than that. Now, this is the weird part – like I said before, she's really shy and afraid you will reject her, so if you say 'yes', she wants to do it in the dark and she doesn't want you to know who she is. If you agree to it, you just have to let her suck your dick and then leave without you knowing who she is." 

I thought about it for a minute. First, I wondered if it was some weird prank the girls were playing on me, but I'd never known my sister to conjure up anything that devious and I certainly didn't expect it from one of her friends, especially Angie. Why would they go to so much trouble? But, then, I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. If one of the other girls wanted to suck my dick, then fine. Having her mouth wrapped around my cock was good enough for me. 

"If you don't want to do it..." Angie started to say. 

"No," I interrupted, "I'm not saying I don't want to do it, but..."

"But what? Other than not knowing who it is, is there any problem?" 

"Well," I could think of one big problem, actually it was a small problem, "How much did you tell her about me?" 

"What do you mean?" Angie asked. 

"You know," I didn't want to say it out loud, "About my size." 

"Oh! You mean the size of your dick?"

"Yeah," It still hurt to admit it. 

"The size of your dick did come up in the conversation. I know I promised I wouldn't say anything to anyone, but, well, she knows how big it is and she said it's not a problem. She said she doesn't care how small it is. She just wants to give you some pleasure and that's it." 

"If I agree, how is it supposed to happen? And when?" 

"I've given it some thought actually, and I have most of it worked out," Angie explained. "That's kind of why I climbed on top of you. The position we're in right now would probably work pretty good. I can sit here on your chest like this while she comes in here and does her thing on you. Before I tell her to come in here, you have to promise you will stay there on the bed on your back and not try to get up or see who it is or it's all over with her AND with me, okay?" 

"Okay," I agreed. She was right, this was weird, more weird than I could have dreamed up in my wildest imagination. I thought girls were supposed to be more emotionally attached and that kind of thing, but I guess Angie and whichever one it was who was going to come suck my dick were both just free-spirited and didn't abide by that rule. 

"Right now?" I asked. I hadn't thought she would want to do it so soon. 

"Yeah," Angie produced her cell phone. I hadn't known she'd had her phone in my bed until she started sending a text message. 

While she typed messages, I contemplated the situation. I had originally thought she was talking about Cheryl. She's the shy one. But now, I was thinking it was either Erin or Rachel. Erin didn't seem to have a problem flaunting her body around me and she didn't seem at all shy, so I was putting my money on Rachel. She was the only one who was dressed in full pajamas downstairs. Even Cheryl seemed to be able to loosen up around her friends. Besides, she was sound asleep a few minutes ago. I doubted she'd woken up to answer text messages. 

Angie kept sending text messages back and forth with whichever girl it was. I started to get a little bored, self-assured in my assumption that it was Rachel. I started rapping my fingers back and forth on Angie's thighs like a bored schoolboy. 

"Be patient," Angie instructed, still typing messages into her phone. "I'm setting everything up. It's just going to take a minute. Do you need something to do?" 

"Like what?" I asked. "There's not a whole lot I can do from this position." 

Angie slid forward on my chest, then raised her butt up a little and pulled her panties over to the side, pushing her pussy into my face. 

"Lick," She ordered. 

I gripped Angie's ass with both hands and pulled her pussy down onto my face, instantly aware of her state of arousal, which gave me the idea that setting up a blowjob for me from her friend was also a turn-on for her. 

I lapped at Angie's pussy with my hands wrapped around her ass, pulling her pussy to my face. 

"Mmm..." Angie moaned. "Looks like I'll get a little something out of this, too." Angie reached behind herself again, this time, putting her hand down into my pants and underwear to check for an erection again. This time, she found one. Shoving her pussy in my face had caused an instant boner. "Oh, I see your little monster has awakened." 

Angie's words didn't hurt me, they only excited me further. I was hard and ready for her friend to come suck my little cock, but Angie stroking it didn't feel bad either. 

"Okay, she's going to come in here in just a second. When the door opens, I'm going to cover your eyes until she has the door closed again, okay?" 

I nodded my agreement without stopping my licking action on her pussy. I shivered in anticipation when the door opened, spilling light into the room. True to her word, Angie covered my eyes with her hand until the door closed again, leaving the room completely dark except for the dim light of my digital clock, which did little to illuminate the room. 

With my feet planted on the floor, I could feel light footprints approaching the bed, then they stopped. A pair of hands pressed down on each of my knees, then slid up my legs to my waist. Again, I shivered, this time at the touch of the strange hands on my body. 

Angie pulled her hand out of my pants as two new hands worked my zipper down, then gently tugged my pants down my legs, around my ankles, then off my body. The process was repeated on my underwear, first with the hands sliding up my legs, gently tugging my underwear down, then off. Finally, she pulled each sock off of me so I was naked on the lower half of my body. The only thing I was still wearing was my shirt. 

After pulling my socks off, the hands once again found my knees, then slowly slid up my legs to my bare waist. My cock was very hard now and I could feel a big strand of pre-cum seeping out of the head of my cock and running down the short shaft of my cock onto my balls. 

The hands slid to the center of my waist, then down my pelvic area, and completely around my waiting crotch. I wanted those mysterious hands to grab my cock so bad that I pushed my hips up in anticipation. After passing up my cock and balls, the hands went down the insides of my thighs and back down to my knees again. This time, she lifted my knees, pulling my feet up off the floor, then set them down again, but not on the floor. The heels of my feet had been planted firmly in a woman's lap. Feeling with my feet, I could tell this woman was wearing only a pair of panties on the bottom and when she leaned forward to move her arms back up my legs, I felt her breasts touch my legs. She was wearing a tight little top, but that was all I could tell. I couldn't make a very good determination of what size her breasts were from the feeling on my legs. 

I had originally thought this was Rachel, but then, I remembered who had been wearing panties downstairs. Rachel had been wearing pajamas and besides Angie (who was already sitting on my face) and my sister, the only one wearing just panties was Erin. Unless Rachel had taken the pajama bottoms off in preparation or Cheryl had woken up, I was certain this was Erin, but she hadn't struck me as being shy in the least. In fact, she was usually dressed somewhat skimpily and was always flaunting her sexuality around me. She must have easily known I would have jumped her at a moment's notice and there couldn't have been any confusion about that. 

My concentration was broken immediately when I felt a tongue lick at the tip of my cock, apparently savoring an initial taste of my pre-cum before the anonymous mouth slid over the head of my cock. 

Before this experience, I would have thought all blowjobs felt mostly the same, but within a few seconds, I could already feel a distinct difference in the way this girl sucked my cock and the way Angie had. When Angie had my cock in her mouth, she sucked at it like she was determined to make me cum in a hurry. The girl who was sucking my cock now was more sensual about it and was taking her time. She appeared to be savoring every lick on my cock and seemed to enjoy feeling the shape of my cock and its taste with every suck and stroke. 

I didn't know how much more stimulation I could take without losing all control and blowing my load right in her face. I'd already all but stopped licking at Angie's sopping pussy. My conscience thoughts were instead occupied by the sensation I was feeling on my cock. I know Angie noticed I'd stopped paying attention to her pussy, but she didn't complain that I'd stopped stimulating her. 




Solving My Little Problem Ch. 04



The feeling was incredible. This girl (Erin?) was sucking and licking my cock like she was making love to it with her mouth, and her hands roamed up and down my lower body. It wasn't going to be long before I came. 

Even with the sensational stimulus on my cock, I got an idea. The curiosity was too much for me and I wanted more evidence about which girl was sucking my cock. My best guess was that it was Erin, but I needed just a little more proof. I let go of Angie's ass with one hand and ran my hand down my chest to my stomach, then raised it away from my body where I touched the girl's face right on her forehead. When my hand came into contact with her skin, she reached her own hand up to grab my wrist, stopping me from investigating further. I'd really hoped I would be able to feel her hair. That would have given me a better clue about who was sucking my cock, but my plan was foiled. 

She stopped sucking me momentarily and gripped my hand in place near my cock. At first, I couldn't tell what she was doing, but when I felt the bare flesh of her breasts against my legs, I realized she'd been raising her shirt with her other hand. With her shirt up and out of the way, she pulled her mouth off my cock completely and moved her body closer to mine, getting into position so her breasts could reach my hands, then pressed my hand against her bare breast and hardened nipple. 

Without being prompted, I moved my other hand onto the anonymous girl's other breast and gently massaged both of them at the same time. Although I didn't get to feel her hair, I did get to touch her soft breasts, which wasn't what I was looking for, but the outcome was even better, and it served to give me a little more evidence and almost conclusively eliminated Cheryl as one of the suspects. The breasts I was feeling weren't large like Angie's, but they weren't flat like Cheryl's. That only left Erin and Rachel again. And since Rachel had been wearing pajamas when I'd last seen her, I still guessed it was Erin. 

I was lost in though when she pushed my hands away and slid her mouth back down on my cock again without pulling her shirt back down again, allowing her bare breasts to dangle and press against my naked legs. Her hot, wet mouth slid up and down my little shaft while her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock. 

I gripped Angie's ass and started licking at her pussy again as fast as I could and thrust my hips upward as the unknown girl sucked me closer and closer to an orgasm. I was ready to cum and there was no stopping it now. I was ready to shoot a big load and I hoped the girl sucking my cock didn't mind me spewing it right into her mouth. I was about to find out. 

The muscles in my legs tightened as I felt the familiar tremor in my balls as they began to shoot cum in what must have been the most intense orgasm of my life so far. 

"Oh!" I grunted into Angie's pussy and exhaled loudly. 

My cock was throbbing and twitching as I shot my hot, steamy load into the mouth of the anonymous girl. Somehow, not knowing for sure who she was made it that much more arousing and my orgasm was that much more intense. 

She didn't stop sucking, either, and I heard a little sound escape from her throat, just a sample of her voice, but as she engulfed my cock with her mouth, sucking down all the liquid that I shot into her mouth, I couldn't tell is she sounded like Erin or not. While I was still cumming, she slid her mouth off my cock, gripping it with her hand and stroking it as she sucked both my balls into her mouth. I continued to cum and shot an oozing stream into the air. I felt it drip back down onto my cock, making the girl's hand a little wetter, enhancing slippery surface of my cock while she sucked at my balls. 

I finally finished cumming, but she wasn't quite finished yet. Before my cock could go limp, the girl licked it clean of my cum, then kissed a little path along the insides of my thighs. 

When she'd finished, she spread my legs apart a little, gave my balls a good squeeze, then stood up at the edge of the bed. I couldn't feel any vibrations from her walking, but I knew she'd left the room when the door opened and the light spilled in from the hallway. The door closed again, returning the room into darkness. 

"How was that?" Angie asked. 

"Incredible," I said. "That was Erin, wasn't it?" 

"Shhh," Angie put her finger to my lips. "I promised I wouldn't tell." The way she said it was almost an admission that it was Erin. 

Angie climbed off of me, then curled up in front of me on the bed. I threw a blanket over both of us, then wrapped my arms around Angie. 

When I started to doze off, Angie broke the silence, "Do you still need to jerk off?" She asked. 

"No, I'm good," I said. "Maybe in the morning."

"Okay, but make sure I'm there." 

"Why?" I asked. 

"Because I want to watch." 

"Okay," I agreed. "You can help if you want."  



Solving My Little Problem Ch. 05



I woke up refreshed, but with Angie lying in bed beside me, I had a hard-on most of the night and I woke up with one, too. I know this is immature, but any time she was facing me, I'd take her hand and put it on my erection and when she wasn't facing me, I'd press my dick against her body. I shouldn't have been so horny after what had happened the night before, but with the close proximity of Angie, it didn't take much to figure out why I was so hard.

I was just lying there looking at her for a few minutes. She was probably one of the hottest women I've ever known and I don't just say that because she took my virginity. Sleeping next to me in a little t-shirt and a pair of panties, I just wanted to pull her panties down and thrust myself inside her. 

Her breasts were so inviting, rising and falling with every breath. I couldn't resist putting my hand under her little shirt and copped a feel of them as she slept. When I was contemplating what I thought she might do if she woke up, it happened. I was caught red-handed. Her eyes popped open and she looked around the room a little. When she realized where she was, she looked at me with a big smile on her face and stretched her arms up over her head, not at all bothered by the presence of my hand under her shirt. 

"Hey, stud, how long were you molesting me in my sleep?" 

"I-I..." I stammered to answer. 

"It's okay, I probably would have done the same to you if I woke up before you did. I might have even put your dick in my mouth." 

"Really?" I couldn't believe how she talked to me. Her nasty mouth kept me on edge, but it was a big turn-on, too. 

She looked down at my dick and asked, "You didn't jerk off yet, did you?" 

"No, I just woke up," I explained. 

"Are you going to do it now?" She asked.

"Right now? Here? In front of you?" 

Angie looked around the room, "Unless you have a special jack-off area or something. Where do you normally do it?"

"Here," I answered. I wasn't very comfortable talking about the subject. I'd never jerked off in front of anyone before, so it was all new to me. Plus, when guys talk about the subject, we all deny ever having done it. Here, not only was I admitting my guilt, but she wanted me to demonstrate for her. 

"Well? Go ahead." 

"Let me get a towel," I suggested, not certain I could go through with it. 

"For what?" Angie giggled. "To cum on?" 

"Yeah, I don't want to make a mess."

"Here," She said, whipping off her shirt and exposing her lovely tits. "You seem to like these. Just cum on my tits, then you won't need a towel." 

"Uh, how do you want me to do that?" 

"Just climb on top of me and start fucking your hand," She patted her belly. 

Angie raised her arms up over her head. I flipped one leg over her, resting my balls on her stomach and pointing my little cock between her tits. Angie propped her head up with another pillow, clasping her hands behind her head and positioning her head so she could easily look down at my little cock without straining her neck. 

Angie looked down at my cock and smiled, probably amused at how small and ridiculous it looked in contrast to her large tits. In their softened state, her nipples were easily larger than the head of my cock. 

I would have asked her if I could fuck her between her tits, but I imagined how ridiculous it would look for me to be pumping my short cock between her tits. With the length of my dick being about equal to the width of her hand, it lacked sufficient length for the head of my cock to poke through the top of her cleavage. I was afraid it would just look sad and pathetic to try, so I didn't bother suggesting it. Instead, I'd do as she asked and jerk off on her tits, which in my opinion, wasn't a bad option, either. Nervous or not, I would get to cum on her tits. 

"Are you ready?" Angie asked. After I nodded, she reached over to my end-table, grabbed my lotion bottle, and squeezed a big glob out right on my cock. When she'd finished, she put the lotion back on the end-table and returned her hands to the back of her head. 

"That's a lot of lotion," I observed as most of it slid off my cock and onto her chest. 

"I'm sure you will put it to good use," Angie said. "Well? What are you waiting for?" 

"I'm a little nervous," I had both my hands on my hips. 

"About what?" 

"I've never done this in front of anyone before. It's usually something I do in private when I'm thinking about girls, not when I'm with a girl."

"I can understand that, I guess, but I think you should try to get over some of the hang-ups you have, like being all shy about your small dick. I mean, you have a little dick. You can't change it. So what, right? Have some fun."

"I wish it was that easy," I said. 

"Okay, then let me guide you, okay?" 

"Okay," I wasn't certain what she meant. 

"Just do as I say."

"Okay."

"Close your eyes." 

I closed my eyes and waited for further instruction.

"Now reach down with one hand and grab your dick," Angie was talking plainly, not at all bossy. 

I took a hand off one hip and wrapped it around my hard little cock. 

"That's good," Angie said. "Start sliding your hand up and down on it. Do it like you want to make yourself feel good." 

I started off slowly at first, coating my short staff and swollen head with lotion. My knuckles brushed against the center of Angie's chest, which was also slippery with lotion. Strangely, with my eyes closed, it was easier to stroke myself than it was looking down at Angie and having her look up at me. 

With my eyes closed, I could concentrate on the more positive aspects of the situation. For the first time ever, I was stroking myself with a beautiful girl watching me and she was dressed in only a pair of skimpy panties. Not only that, but I'd eaten her pussy the night before while another girl sucked my cock. Mmm! Even though it was under some strange conditions, I was sure the girl sucking my dick was Erin. She was nearly as hot as Angie, but I don't think it's fair to compare the two girls. They're both hot, but in different ways. 

Closing my eyes also helped me concentrate on the sexy nature of my sister's friends. They were all hot and I had experienced sexual pleasure with not one, but two of them. The other two were hotties, too. I liked my sister's choice of friends. Not only were they hot, but they tolerated my presence. 

Stroking my cock had never felt so good. With Angie beneath me, I could feel my balls resting on her chest as my knuckles dragged back and forth on her soft skin. Angie was quietly watching. She hadn't said a word since I started stroking myself. For all I knew, stroking myself with my eyes closed, she could have fallen asleep again. 

I could hear the splashy noises coming from the interaction of my hand with my cock and the excessive amount of lotion. I enjoyed the sound, imagining it was also being appreciated by Angie. My thoughts went back to the events of the night before. First, I'd seen most of the girls in their underwear downstairs in the living room, including Erin and Angie in their tight shirts and little panties. Only Rachel had been conservatively dressed. Then, there was Cheryl in her sheer panties and top. Fuck, that was hot. I could see her nipples and the slit of her pussy. She'd never let me see something like that if she had been awake. I almost felt guilty staring at her as she slept. 

Then, after all that, I'd expected to be able to come upstairs to jerk off and go to sleep, but Angie was there with an unexpected proposal, which led to me getting a blowjob from one of the other girls, which I was almost positive was Erin. She'd sucked my cock so sensually, I though my balls were going to explode.

Thinking about last night's events was really turning me on. The speed of my stroking increased. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. I was ready to shoot. Then, I pushed my cock forward and started to cum. I could feel it spurting out of the tip of my cock. 

Then, I heard a giggle. It was Angie. I opened my eyes to see here stifling a laugh. 

"What is it?" I asked without stopping. 

"Nothing," she said, trying not to laugh out loud. Then a big spurt of cum flew out of the tip of my cock and landed on her cheek near her mouth. Angie erupted in laughter, unable to contain herself any longer. 

This still didn't stop me. I kept stroking my cock and fired off a few more shots of cum that dribbled out of my cock and trickled down onto Angie's chest, mixing with the lotion on her skin. 

When I'd finished cumming, I was embarrassed by her continued laughter. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. My face felt hot with embarrassment. 

"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just that you looked like you were enjoying yourself so much. You were really getting into it and then you tensed up and came. I mean, I was feeling happy for you, then I just started laughing. I hope you're not upset by it." 

"No, I guess not." I wondered if she was telling the truth or if she was just laughing at my little cock. 

"You shot me right in the face," Angie pointed to her cheek. "That's pretty far, too. Your little dick is way down there and you hit me up here." 

"Yeah, I guess that's pretty good," I'd never thought about how far my cum went when I came. 

"Hey, have you ever tasted your own cum?" Angie asked.

"No, never."

"Try it," Angie said, turning her cheek to face me.

"No thanks," I said. 

"Why not? I've tasted mine."

"That's okay. I don't want to." 

"Don't you wonder what it tastes like?" 

"No, not really." 

"It's not gay if it's your own cum," Angie reasoned.

"I don't want to try it." 

"If you don't do it, I'll never do anything like this with you again," She threatened. 

I leaned down over Angie so my face was about six inches from hers, then looked her in the eye and said, "Sorry, I just don't want to." 

"That's okay, I was bluffing," Angie admitted, then thrust her face toward mine quickly, pressing her lips to mine for a quick peck. 

I pulled back, but not before she was able to press her cheek against mine a little, getting some of my cum on my face, which I quickly wiped away. 

Angie giggled at her little trick, then pushed me off of her and rolled off the bed. 

"Come on, let's get a shower," she said, pulling her panties off and slipping into my bathroom. "I don't want to lay here in bed all day while you play with your dick." 

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Later in the day, Angie, with some urging from my sister, convinced me to go to the mall with two of the girls, Erin and Cheryl. It wasn't that they wanted me to go with them, but my sister (Linda) needed to run some errands. She was taking Rachel and Angie with her, leaving Erin and Cheryl nothing to do for the day and no car, so instead of having them sit around the house and be bored, she asked me to do them a favor and take them to the mall. 

Of course, I had no interest in going to the mall, but the trip would give me time to spend with Erin. Even though I still wasn't 100 percent sure the anonymous girl who had given me a blowjob was Erin, I was reasonably sure it was her. Who else could it have been? Nothing else added up. All the evidence pointed to Erin, so it had to be her!

Angie had warned me not to try to figure out who it was because the girl had been to shy and afraid of rejection, but that didn't mean I couldn't hit on her a little, did it? I was cooking up a plan to bring Erin's desires out in the open and going to the mall with her and Cheryl would have to create some opportunities to do that. Normally, I would have been far to shy to hit on such a hot girl as Erin, but knowing she was already interested in me and afraid I would reject her wiped away any lack of confidence I had and made me feel a lot more self-assured. All I needed to do was get her away from Cheryl for a little bit and then put some moves on her. 

On the drive to the mall, I felt like I was nothing more than a chauffer, but luck was with me when we got there. Erin and I followed Cheryl into one of those girly stores and within a few minutes, she had a whole handful of things she wanted to try on. Erin had no interest in standing there with her to tell her how she looked in them (neither did I), so she suggested we go outside and wait on one of the benches outside the store. I thought that was a perfect idea.

I followed Erin to one of the waiting benches outside the store and sat beside her, careful not to sit too close to her. Suddenly, I froze. This was my big chance to open up a discussion with Erin and get things out in the open, but I was at a loss for words. I wanted to say something, but I didn't want to say something cheesy or come up with a dumb pickup line. I kept reminding myself that inside that tough exterior, she was even more shy than I was. After all, I reasoned with myself, she'd already had my dick in her mouth, but she had insisted on me not knowing it was her. 

"Do you go to school?" Erin asked, thankfully breaking the awkward silence. If she'd waited a little longer, who knows what dumb thing I would have tried to talk about? 

"Yeah," I said. "City College." 

"What's your major?" Erin seemed genuinely interested. Leaning back with her palms flat on the bench behind her, she crossed her legs and balanced her shoe on the end of her foot, swinging it back and forth. 

"After I get all the required classes out of the way, I'm going to major in psychology." 

"Really?" She raised her eyebrows. "What made you choose that?" 

"I've always liked to see what makes people tick," I explained. 

"What are you going to do with a degree in that?" 

"I don't know. Something where I can help people." 

"Help them how?" 

"Lots of ways," I shrugged my shoulders. "Mostly, I'd like to help people overcome their self-imposed obstacles and be better versions of themselves. Then, maybe they can go for the things they want in life and live happier lives." 

"Wow," Erin smiled -- or was it a smirk? "That's a real utilitarian approach to life. That's pretty good for someone as young as you." 

"Thanks," I said. Either she was just making polite small talk or she was impressed by what I'd told her. 

"So, you consider yourself an expert in helping people get what they want?" Erin asked. 

"Well, maybe not an expert, but I know what I want and I'm not afraid to get it." 

"Like what?" Erin asked. 

If that wasn't an opening for me to say something, I don't know what was. 

"Well, like you, for example," I was jumping in with both feet.

"Like me? How is that?" 

"You're obviously a hot girl, right?"

"Thanks, if you say so!" 

"You can be modest if you want, but you're really hot. You must know that."

"Why thank you, but what's that have to do with getting what you want?" 

"That's easy. You're hot and obviously something I want, so I'm going to do my best to try to get with you."

"Really? Is that what this trip to the mall is? Your way of hitting on me?" 

"No, but since the opportunity presented itself..."

"You didn't have opportunities before? At your house?" 

"Up until now, I was trying to minimize my risk of rejection and not hit on you too soon."

"And now you're confident I won't turn you down?" She looked a little surprised. "You're pretty sure of yourself then, aren't you?"

"I didn't say I couldn't be shot down. I just think we're hitting it off pretty good and I think my risk is a little lower, that's all." I scooted over closer to Erin, slid my hand behind her back and closed in for a kiss. 

Erin leaned forward to close the gap between us. Our mouths met for a brief, open-mouthed kiss. Erin pulled back, abruptly stopping the kiss. 

"Wow, that was bold of you," Erin observed, wiping her bottom lip with her thumb. "I would have thought you'd be too timid to do something like that, especially here in the middle of the mall."

"Sorry," I said. "It's just that you're so hot, I figured it was worth the risk to come onto you even though there was no reason for me to think you'd accept my advances." Of course, I wasn't going to admit that my confidence was fueled with the knowing she secretly wanted me to hit on her. 

"This has certainly been an odd trip to the mall. It's turning out a lot different than I thought it would." 

"Do you think you and I could spend a little time together this afternoon? Just the two of us?" I asked.

"For what?"

"A make-out session. I figure we could make out at my house, then see where that takes us." At some point, she was bound get into a good comfort zone and admit that she was the one who had given me a blowjob the night before. 

"Wow, I don't think anyone has ever invited me to do that. I've been on dates where it was an implied invitation, but never where it was just suggested as the main activity." 

"Is that a 'yes'?" 

"Sure," Erin smiled. "I wouldn't normally agree to something like that, but I must admit, your approach is bold if nothing else. Just don't make it public to the other girls, okay? And I also reserve the right to change my mind." 

"No problem," My plan was working. If things worked out, I was going to end up getting another fabulous blowjob from Erin and I was going to try to fuck her. 

Cheryl finally came out of the store, but she was empty-handed. She forced us to visit store after store with her. It seemed like all day, but we ended up spending about two hours in the mall before I convinced the girls we'd done enough shopping. 

When we got home, the rest of the girls were still nowhere to be seen, which wasn't surprising. Cheryl suggested taking a nap by the pool. Erin told her she'd join her in a little bit. I excused myself to my room. 

Within a few minutes, there was a light knock on my bedroom door. It was Erin. 

"Hey," she said, stepping into my room. 

"Hi," I said, closing the door behind her. 

"You said some really unusual things to me at the mall today," Erin said, standing only a few feet in front of me. 

"Were you offended by them?" I asked. 

"No, not at all. I was just a little surprised, that's all." 

I stepped closer to Erin. Without talking, I grabbed her hands and pulled them around my waist, then wrapped my arms around her and pressed my mouth to hers. Our mouths opened and we were instantly entwined in a passionate kiss. 

Erin moved her hand from my waist to the back of my head, pulling my face to hers forcefully. She quickly got into the mood and was actively and passionately kissing me back. 

"Let's move to the bed," I suggested, breaking the kiss and pulling Erin along with me to the bed.

"For what?" Erin asked. "Don't expect anything to happen, okay?" 

"Okay," I said, plopping down on the bed and pulling Erin on top of me. "If you want me to stop, just say 'stop'. I think it would be more comfortable on the bed. That's all." 

Erin's body pressed against mine. She was straddling me as she held both her hands to my face and kissed me roughly as I moved both of my hands to her ass. While she kissed and sucked at my mouth, I could feel my cock was hardening in my pants. 

I slid my hands halfway down Erin's legs, then slid them back up and inside the leg holes of her shorts, which were loose and elastic enough for me to get both hands all the way in and to grip both cheeks of her ass from inside the shorts. 

Feeling my hands on her ass seemed to encourage Erin further. She kissed me passionately with her eyes closed. I fondled Erin's hot ass freely, gripping and kneading the firm flesh beneath her shorts. 

Encouraged by Erin's passionate kisses, I slid my hands back out of her shorts, then gripped her shorts by the waist and tugged downward on them. Erin didn't resist. In fact, she pulled her leg back over me, closing her legs long enough for me to slip the shorts off her, leaving her in her panties and top. 




Solving My Little Problem Ch. 05



When the shorts were off of her, Erin straddle me again, pressing her pelvis down on my crotch. Through my jeans, I could feel Erin's hot pussy, pressing against the tip of my cock. She moved her face from mine and started kissing me on the neck. 

Propping herself up with one hand on the bed, Erin slid her other hand down between us until she found my waist and began tugging at my belt buckle, struggling with it for a few seconds before she managed to unbuckle it. Then, the sharp snap of my pants being unbuttoned filled the silent room momentarily, followed by the crackle of my zipper going down. 

Erin tugged at my pants only slightly, opening the flaps of my jeans enough for my little cock to pitch a tent in my underwear, sticking straight up in the air. Then, she placed her other hand beside my head, opposite her other hand, and wrapped both hands around the back of my neck as she moved her mouth back to mine, keeping her eyes closed the entire time. 

Now, she kissed me slowly and passionately, a little more roughly than I would have expected from her. She bit and tugged at my lip, sucking it into her mouth and flicking at it with her tongue. 

Meanwhile, her legs were spread wide enough to let her press her pussy down on my cock. I could feel her rhythmically swiping her pelvic bone back and forth across the head of my cock. The flesh-to-flesh connection was broken only by her panties and my underwear, yet I could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her pussy and imagined it must have been flowing with juices. 

Feeling her rub herself up and down on my cock was exciting, but as she did so, I could feel the friction of my own underwear on the head of my cock and knew that if she kept it up too long, my cock would be sore when it was all over. 

I slipped both hands into the waist of my pants and underwear and slid them both down a few inches, just enough to allow my cock to see the light of day. When Erin pressed her crotch back down against me. My naked cock pressed against her pussy with only her panties between our hot flesh. Letting out a deep breath, she resumed the motion with her hips, but this time, it was slower, much slower, like she was concentrating on the feeling of my cock on her clit. 

Erin broke the kiss again. This time, it was to sit up and peel her top off, sharing with me the sight of her lovely tits. When she bent back down do kiss me again, I took the opportunity to feel her tits with both hands. They felt bigger than the ones I'd handled the night before, but I dismissed this as my imagination. It had been dark and Angie had been sitting on my face at the time. 

Erin moved her face down to kiss me on my neck again, then slipped her hands under my shirt, pulling it off of me in a single motion before returning to kiss me on my chest. She then kissed a trail down my chest to my stomach, sending a shiver through my entire body. 

When she made it to my waist, Erin didn't waste any time to focus on my cock. Without any warning, she slipped the length of me into my mouth, roughly sucking my flesh as she did. Without meaning to, I let out a grunt, "Ungh!" She was rough on my cock, much rougher than last night. 

Fortunately, she slid her mouth back off my cock after a few seconds. Feeling her hand on my cock, I looked down to see what she was doing and was shocked to see her measuring my dick with her fingers. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. 

"I'm just surprised, that's all."

"About what?" I propped myself up on my elbows. 

"About how small your cock is," She explained. 

Then it struck me. I was instantly embarrassed when I realized what I should have figured out before now -- it wasn't Erin who had sucked my dick the night before. I didn't know who it was, but it wasn't her. How could I have been so stupid? Erin's tits were bigger, she certainly wasn't shy like the other girl was, and she was a hell of a lot rougher than the girl who had been sucking me the night before. Then, who could it have been? Rachel? It certainly wasn't Cheryl. I was certain of that. Fuck, I'd guessed it all wrong! If it had been Erin, she wouldn't be surprised at the size of my cock. 

"You must have heard that before," Erin stated. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's just really small, that's all." 

I was terribly embarrassed and just wanted to get out of the situation. I started to sit up and push Erin's hands away from me. 

"What's wrong?" Erin asked, gripping my hands in hers. "Did I hurt your feelings? If I did, I'm sorry." 

I stopped, not knowing what to do. 

"Just relax, okay?" Her voice was calm and soothing. Still holding both my hands in hers, she slipped her mouth back down on my cock, which had started to soften. She easily sucked it back to life. After a few seconds, I started to lay back down, but Erin stopped me. "Sit up," she commanded, tugging at my hands with hers as she slid down and off the bed, resting herself on her knees in front of my bed. 

I slid to the edge of the bed and swung my feet down to the floor. 

"Stand up," Erin commanded. 

I stood. Erin pulled my pants and underwear down past my knees, then sat upright in front of me on her knees, positioning her face in front of my hard, little cock. My head was still spinning from the realization that I'd picked the wrong girl, yet she hadn't refused my advances and even insisted on continuing after I became uncomfortable with the situation. 

"Let me know when you're going to cum, okay?" Erin asked, looking up into my eyes. 

"Why?" I asked. It seemed like an odd request to me. "Oh, you don't swallow?" 

"Of course, I do, silly," Erin giggled. "But this time, I want you to cum in my face."

"Really? Why?" 

"Because it's nasty and naughty," Erin answered, then slipped her lips back down over my cock. 

Fuck! That sounded pretty hot. It wasn't going to take me very long to cum with that image in mind. 

Erin sucked my cock harder and rougher than Angie or the mystery girl had (whoever that was). She snaked her hands around my back and gripped both of my ass cheeks with her hands, kneading them in both hands, but not as I had done to her. She was much rougher and much more in control, gripping my ass tightly and spreading my cheeks apart, then back together again. I could feel her raking her nails across my skin as she sucked my cock. 

I looked down at her. What a wonderful sight to see. Her beautiful face slid up and down on the shaft of my cock while her hands gripped my ass tightly. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was what she'd said about being nasty and naughty. I reached down with one hand and gripped a big handful of her hair in my fist, then did the same with the other hand. With a firm grip on Erin's hair, I started pulling her head back and forth on my cock. 

As soon as I gripped her head and started tugging, I heard Erin groan loudly. Her grip loosened from my ass and both her hands reached up and grabbed me by the wrists. She looked up at me as I fucked her face with my cock. The look in her eyes was difficult to decipher at first. I thought it was anger, then sadness, then I realized what it was -- submission! She was getting off on it. That's why she wanted me to cum in her face. She wanted me to dominate her. I only hoped I could live up to her expectations. I'd been wrong about her intentions, but I wasn't going to fuck this up.

"You like me fucking your face, don't you?" I asked, finding unfamiliar courage in her reaction to me. 

Erin nodded her response to the best of her ability with me holding her hair in my hands and shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. 

"You want me to mess up your pretty little face with my cum, too, don't you?" I used my best macho voice. 

Again she nodded. 

"Stick your hand in your panties," I commanded. "Finger that little snatch of yours while I fuck your face." I was getting into it myself. Imagining myself as a dominant partner was a big turn-on. 

Erin complied, letting go of one of my wrists, she slipped her hand into her panties and rapidly started stroking her wet pussy. I could even hear her fingers splashing and sploshing in and out of it. 

I'd made a serious mistake in guessing who the secret admirer was, but I'd hit the jackpot with this one. Until now, I was thinking she was shy and timid and she was the exact opposite. She was rough and ready and wanted to be dominated. And who was I to deprive a woman of something she wanted?

As much as I wanted to continue to dominate Erin, I wasn't going to be able to hold back for very long. Looking down at that pretty face sliding up and down on my cock was enough stimulus to make me cum all by itself, not to mention the visual stimulus from seeing her (and hearing her) finger-fuck herself so vigorously. Then, Erin pulled her other hand down from my wrist and gripped her breast with it, moving her hand back and forth to pinch and tweak her nipples roughly. She even twisted one almost a full circle, closing her eyes and wincing in pain as she did. 

That was it. That was enough for me. I was going to cum. I gripped Erin's hair with both hands and pulled her head away from my cock, then slipped one hand around my shaft and stroked myself toward orgasm.

"Cum for me," She panted. "Stroke that little dick for me so you can cum in my face." Her eyes darted back and forth, making eye contact with me for a second, then staring at my cock. While her fingers worked furiously at her pussy, I was preparing for an orgasm. The thought of blowing my cum into her face sent a chill down my spine. Then, I felt it, the first rumble of an orgasm coursed through my body. 

My knees stiffened and my hand tightened around Erin's hair, pulling her face to a few inches away from my stiff cock. Her eyes continued to dart back and forth between my cock and my face. Her mouth was open slightly and I could feel her warm breath blowing onto my cock as she exhaled. 

"Do it!" She whined. "Cum on my face." 

With a violent twitch of my cock, the first spurt of cum spewed out onto Erin's awaiting face, hitting her on one cheek and running down the side of her face. The next glob struck her higher, this time on her forehead, threatening to trickle down into her eye. A third spurt struck her right on the underside of her nose and ran down the center of her upper lip, oozing down to the center of her bottom lip and onto her chin. The rest of my cum trickled out of my cock with far less force, landing mostly on her awaiting chest and stomach, with a little just dribbling down into my underwear. I milked myself, forcing a few more drops to ooze out and slither down my leg. 

With my orgasm over, I loosened my grip on Erin's hair. 

"Wait," she protested, gripping my wrist again. "Don't go anywhere." 

I stood still, letting go of Erin's hair completely as she slid her hand behind herself and used it to hold herself up from behind, leaning back on her haunches, making a beautiful sight. One hand was behind her to support the weight of her body while the other was sunk into her panties and was furiously pounding her pussy. 

She leaned her head back and made eye contact with me. Her breathing was heavy as her eyes started to scan slowly down my naked torso as she continued to finger-fuck her pussy in front of me. Then, as her eyes came into contact with my softening little penis, she stifled a grin by biting her bottom lip into her mouth, taking some of my cum with it as she erupted into a violent orgasm of her own. 

I thought I had had an intense orgasm, but it was nothing compared to the one Erin was having. Her whole body quivered and shook and her nipples, which had been soft until now, suddenly, almost instantly contracted and stiffened into long points. Her breathing was sporadic and choppy as she grunted and moaned, flipping her head back. She looked like she was having trouble keeping her eyes open as she worked her fingers on her pussy. I could hear the palm of her hand slapping against her a bald pubic mound. Then, finally, her hand slowed and she leaned back on the floor, stretching herself out completely, looking up at me and smiling. 

"That wore me out," She said through labored breaths, my cum still splattered on her face. 

"I thought you were pretty intense," I observed. "It was really hot." 

"Thanks, I enjoyed watching you, too." She looked down at my cock, which had now shrunk to its flaccid state. I moved to pull my pants up. "I'll have to put that inside me next time." 

"I'd like that." I'd managed to get a blowjob from Erin, but I still didn't know who the mystery girl was. At this point, I was afraid to try to find out.



Solving My Little Problem Ch. 06



Messing around with both Erin and Angie in the past few weeks had been really hot and steamy, especially so for someone as inexperienced as me. Plus, there was still a mystery girl -- a girl who had given me a blowjob without giving me the benefit of knowing who she was. I was now guessing this had to be Rachel, since it definitely wasn't Erin. No other girl made any sense. 

I was still feeling a little bit shell-shocked from getting with Erin and having her pretty much laugh in my face a the size of my small penis. She'd been polite about it, just as Angie had, but it was still embarrassing. I could see the look on her face when she saw it for the first time. I was far too self-conscious to try to do anything with her again. I only hoped that neither of the girls talked about it openly with the rest of their little group. Angie had promised she wouldn't talk about it, but then, she admitted that the mystery girl knew about it, so she obviously hadn't kept her mouth shut. 

The following weekend, I was coming home late again on Saturday night and recognized my sister's car in the driveway. As I made my way upstairs, I was wondering if she'd brought any of her friends home with her as she had on previous trips. When I clicked on the upstairs hall light, my question was answered in the form of Angie, who popped out of the shadows, scaring the shit out of me. 

"Sorry," Angie said. "I didn't mean to startle you." She was dressed only in a pair of panties and a tight t-shirt that did nothing to conceal the dark color of her nipples underneath. Her hands were held curiously behind her back, causing the material of her shirt to stretch out and accentuate her breasts even more. 

"That's okay," I said. "I wasn't expecting to run into anyone in the hallway this time of night." 

"You going to bed?" Angie asked. 

"I was planning on it," I was curious about what she was holding behind her back. 

"Could you stay up a few more minutes? I have something for you." 

"What is it?" I asked. "Is it what you're holding behind you back?" 

"It's part of it," she said, backing me up against the wall of the hallway. When she took her hands from behind her back, I could see she was holding a long black silk scarf, which she placed over my eyes.

"Wait, what's that for?" I asked, pulling my head back. 

"Trust me," She insisted. "Have I ever done you wrong?" 

"That's a good point," I agreed. She was right. She had done nothing but good things to me in the short time that I'd known her. 

Angie wrapped the scarf around my head, covering my eyes with her makeshift blindfold. After she'd tied it tightly around my eyes, she turned me around. Pressing my chest against the wall, she pulled both my hands behind my back and gripped both of my thumbs in one of her hands. 

After some fidgeting behind my back, I felt and heard a set of metal handcuffs being ratcheted into place on one wrist. I tried to pull my hands apart, underestimating how difficult it was to separate them while Angie had such a solid grip on my thumbs. With little effort, she tightened the other cuff down on my other wrist.

"Is that necessary?" I asked. 

"I could let you go, but that would put an end to our fun, wouldn't it?" 

Without saying so directly, Angie's words and actions indicated another visit from the mystery girl. Why else would she blindfold me? The choice of locations seemed a bit odd, though. Why in the hallway? 

Angie turned me back around to face her. Fortunately, the cuffs weren't too tight on me and I could feel the metal was lined with some kind of cloth, making them a little more comfortable than regular cuffs would be. I recalled seeing a pair of cuffs like this in my sister's room a few months back. When I'd asked her where she got them, she told me not to be so nosey, smiling as she answered. Apparently, they were from a lingerie shop or a place that sells sex toys. I didn't press the issue.

I leaned my back against the wall and raised my head to where it was level, then cast my eyes straight down. I was in luck! Even though Angie had tied the scarf tightly, with my head level, I could still easily see anything that took place right in front of me at waist level. This was great. Any minute now, the mystery girl was sure to make an appearance and I'd be able to finally see who she was. 

"Be still," Angie instructed. Her hands worked my belt buckle loose, then she unbuttoned my pants and tugged them down along with my underwear. Holding my head up straight, I could see her kneeling down in front of me as she gripped my flaccid member between her fingers. 

"Somebody could see us," I protested as Angie started stroking my cock. Standing there in the hall, any one of the girls could come in and see me there with my hands bound behind my back and my little cock poking out. Even with her expertly fondling my cock, I didn't like the situation. 

I couldn't dismiss the fear I had of one of the other girls stepping into the hallway and seeing my little cock sticking out. I'm sure any one of the girls would burst into laughter and I'd never hear the end of it. 

"No one will see," Angie assured me, stroking my cock to an erection. My excitement that was fueled by the fear of being discovered by one of the other girls. Having Angie see me naked was nothing new. She was well aware of the small size of my cock as she'd had many opportunities to fondle me and do with me what she pleased. 

The same went for Erin. After I'd mistakenly thought she was the mystery girl, I'd hit on her and she'd experienced my small cock in her mouth. She was polite about it, but she did mention how small it was. 

I also couldn't omit my own sister, Linda, who had seen my cock out by the pool one day. She had been asleep when, at Angie's request, I pulled my shorts off and sat out there naked. She assured me Linda wouldn't wake up, but when she did, she saw my little cock. I covered up as quickly as I could, but she'd already seen it and she even asked me to see it again. I had reluctantly shown her, but when I did, she wrapped her hand around my cock and felt it, which still gave me the creeps to think about. She may be just my step-sister, but still...

That left Rachel and Cheryl as the only two of the five who hadn't seen my cock and presumably didn't know about it's small size. Angie had promised not to tell anyone about it's size, but her ability to keep a secret was still a subject for debate. 

At this point, I was guessing Rachel was the mystery girl, which would mean she'd also seen how small it is. She was the only one left who made any sense. Only she and my sister had the right build and Rachel appeared to be extremely shy. Cheryl was shy, too, but she had the wrong physique to be her. During my last encounter with the mystery girl, I'd felt her tits and they were far too big to be Cheryl's. 

With all these thoughts running through my head, I was more nervous and self-conscious than ever. My heart was pounding. Anyone could come up and see Angie stroking my little cock, which had grown to its full and unimpressive length.

Then, I felt the light, rhythmic vibrations of footprints coming toward me from the other end of the hall where both the guest bedroom and my sister's room were. 

"Who is it?" I asked nervously, trying to squirm away from Angie in an attempt to hide my little cock from whomever had approached, but my struggling was futile. Angie had a good grip on my balls and I couldn't move. 

"Shh! It's her," Angie answered, holding me in position. 

Ah, the mystery girl. She stopped a few feet shy of where I was standing, unable to approach any closer due to Angie's position in front of me. I tried to get a glimpse of the mystery girl from under the blindfold, but if I moved my head enough to see her, the girls would know I could see under the blindfold and would probably end their little game. As nervous as I was, I had no intention of making the experience end any time soon, so I stood there patiently waiting for Angie to move out of the way and for the mystery girl to move into place directly in front of me. Finally, I would know for sure who it was. The anticipation was agonizing. 

I wasn't completely in the dark, though. From that position, I could see a pair of sock-covered feet and the legs of pajama pants that were decorated with clouds or maybe they were sheep or bunnies. I couldn't tell exactly what they were from my vantage point. Whatever they were, they weren't the same ones Rachel had been wearing on the previous visit, but that didn't mean anything. She could easily own several pairs of pajamas. I tried to recall if any of the girls had worn some pajamas like that, but I couldn't remember any. 

"Ready?" Angie asked. 

"Yeah," I answered quietly. 

"I wasn't talking to you," Angie whispered, then stood and leaned close to me. Grabbing my chin in her hand, she pressed her lips to mine, and forced her tongue into my mouth, kissing me roughly. Reflexively, I closed my eyes to savor her tongue in my mouth and the sweet taste of her lips on mine as I inhaled her delicious scent. 

I heard a sharp click as Angie pulled away from me, saying, "Enjoy yourself." 

I opened my eyes and realized the click I'd heard had been the light switch as the hallway was now dark. I wheeled my head around trying to see, which did absolutely no good. Even without the blindfold, I wouldn't have been able to see anything in the dim light. 

I heard footsteps walking away. 

"Angie?" I asked in the darkness. 

"Shhh..." came a whisper as a finger pressed against my lips, then down my chin. 

I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I was pretty sure it was Angie who had walked away, leaving me alone with the mystery girl. I tried to imagine what I must have looked like to her before the lights went out. Now, I was completely at her mercy, standing there with my pants down around my ankles and my cock standing out toward her. What would she do with me? The answer was simple -- anything she wanted! I was hardly mobile with my pants down and my hands cuffed behind my back. 

I gasped and shivered when I felt her hand grip my cock firmly, but not painfully. Her hand slid around my cock and gently stroked it, seemingly feeling it's size and shape. 

Her hands then found my sides and I could feel her lifting my shirt up until it bunched up around my chest before she was able to wrestle it up and over my head, finally ending with my shirt tangled around my elbows behind me. 

In this position, I felt more vulnerable than before. I was completely at her mercy. In the dark silence, I wondered what was going to happen next. I could hear a little rustling in the darkness and wondered what she was doing. The rustling stopped after about 30 seconds. 

Next, I felt a hand on my chest, then another. Two palms rubbed my chest, then found my nipples, tweaking them gently. Then, the hands moved up my chest to my neck, then to the sides of my face. 

Her hands gripped the sides of the blindfold, pushing it up and off of my eyes and resting it on my forehead. I strained my eyesight, hoping for just enough light to make out who she was, but the hall was so dark, I couldn't make out even a single shape. All I could see in front of me was blackness.

Then, her face pressed against mine. Her soft lips pressed against my lips in a closed-mouth kiss. When she began to exhale, her lips parted slightly as did mine. Our tongues met and held that position momentarily. I suddenly realized -- this was the first time she'd kissed me. 

As the flesh of her body pressed against my naked chest, I came to understand what the rustling noise had been. She'd been stripping her clothes off. Her bare breasts pressed against my body. She was naked, or at least topless, and pressing her firm tits against my bare chest. If I hadn't already been hard, I would have gotten an erection from the sensation of her bare nipples rubbing against my own bare chest. 

Our mouths separated for a second, "Rachel?" I asked the darkness. "Is that you?" 

"Shh..." came the whispered reply, then her mouth pressed against mine again, stopping me from saying anything else. 

This time, she pressed her body against mine firmly, gripping my face as she kissed me. The experience was incredible. I was a captive, but had no intention of trying to escape. The blindfold wasn't covering my eyes any more, but I still couldn't see her. She had to be Rachel. Why wouldn't she just admit it? I could feel her and taste her, but she was silent and I couldn't see her. Why keep the mystery going? How could anyone be so shy? Why not just admit her attraction? 

"It's okay," I said when our lips parted again. "You don't have to be ashamed of your feelings. If you like someone, just let them know. Take a chance." Here I was, trying to give advice, even though I was more self-conscious than anyone else I knew, but giving advice is easy. Acting on good advice is much harder.

"Shh..." she repeated, pressing her lips against mine again, planting soft little kisses on my lips, then she tilted my head down slightly with her hands and I felt her body rise as if she was standing on her toes, kissing each of my eyelids in turn. 

Her hands moved from my face to snake around me in a warm embrace as she pressed her cheek to mine. I felt something wet on my face, a tear? Then, I heard a sniffle. Had I done something wrong? I couldn't think of any reason she would have suddenly gotten so emotional. 

"I, I'm sorry," I stammered. I heard another sniffle. "Are you okay?" I asked, not expecting an answer. 

She nodded. I could feel her cheek on my face. 

"I won't pressure you any more," I said, suddenly feeling bad, but not knowing exactly why. 

She patted me on the head. I wasn't sure what she meant by that. Was that her way of telling me it was okay? Then, without warning, she broke the embrace. I felt her hands push the blindfold back into place over my eyes, then she gripped me by an elbow, turning me toward the center of the hall. 

What was she planning to do with me now? I felt her tug downward on my elbow a little. I guessed she'd bent over to pick up her clothes, but couldn't be certain, then she pulled on my elbow, dragging me down the hall as she led the way, walking slightly in front of me. 

Again, I imagined what a curious sight this would be if someone should happen to see. I was waddling down the hallway blindfolded with my pants and underwear around my ankles, hands bound behind my back, and my shirt stretched out over my arms. This, of course, was all topped off with my stiff little penis leading the way. Terrific. 

"Wait," I insisted, trying to stop, but couldn't without the risk of falling flat on my face. "Where are we going?" 

No answer. Waddling down the hall was a slow process, but surely, we'd passed my bedroom door by now. Where was she leading me? To the guest bedroom where the girls were sleeping? Or maybe to my sister's room? I hoped like hell she wasn't. What a horrible surprise that would be -- to wake my sister up with me standing in her doorway looking like I did now. I cringed at the thought. 

She stopped me in the hall and turned me to the right. That was the side of the hall Linda's room was on! She couldn't be leading me in there! I was horrified, but kept quiet. I suppose it could have been worse. She could have guided me into the guest bedroom where all the other girls were. 

The mystery girl stopped me somewhere inside the room, then guided me to the floor, pushing me onto the floor. When I was stretched out flat on my back, turned me over onto my stomach, then uncuffed one hand and rolled me over to handcuff my to a bedpost. 

I still didn't know where I was when she climbed off of me. Whether I was in my room or my sister's room, I couldn't be sure. I heard her making noises throughout the room. What was she doing? She was moving from here to there, climbing over me a bit. I heard the sound of curtains opening or closing, I couldn't tell which. Then, she walked away from me and I heard the door snap shut, followed by silence. 

Had she cuffed me to the bed and left me like this? What was the point in that? A grim reality struck me. Had she taken me to Linda's room and cuffed me to the bed just so Linda would discover me when she woke in the morning? How embarrassing that would be! I tried to push the thought out of my mind. I thought I heard something, but wasn't quite sure. I felt hands on my ankles, startling me back to reality. She hadn't left. She'd just been standing there. 

Feminine hands pulled my shoes off, then my socks, and finally my pants and underwear. She'd laid me out on the floor and stripped the lower half of my body. My arms were still constrained with my hands cuffed over my head, though. 

Then, she slithered up my body, covering me with her own naked flesh as she straddled me at the waist. Once again, her hands moved to my face, removing the blindfold from its place over my eyes. 

Opening my eyes as widely as I could, I tried to focus on something, but there wasn't enough light to make out even the slightest of shapes. The room was completely black. Once again, I'd be forced to wait to confirm the identity of the mystery girl. 

I don't know why I kept trying so hard to confirm what I already knew. This was Rachel. I was sure of it, but I still wanted a solid answer, despite all the evidence. I'd been wrong about it being Erin, but besides Rachel, who else could it be? 

Leaving the blindfold pushed up on my forehead again, she kissed me gently between my eyebrows, then moved her mouth to kiss my lips. Her soft, sweet lips parted, pushing her delicate tongue into my mouth again, kissing me deeply as she inhaled forcefully. 

I felt her lower body moving and squirming around my pelvis, then a connection was made. Her sex found mine in the dark. 

"Oh..." I groaned as I felt her smooth wet folds slithering up and down the head of my cock. She wasn't allowing me to penetrate her, not just yet. Instead, she was teasing me by sliding her womanhood across my shaft repeatedly. 

"Mmmm..." she responded with a muffled whisper, her voice too faint to be distinct. 

I wished there was some light in the room, not just to see who it was. I still couldn't even tell where we were. It could have been my room, or was it Linda's? That was the least of my concerns. I'm a visual person. Imagining her shapely ass bobbing up and down as her pussy slid along the length of my cock was one thing, but I wanted to see it. I wanted to commit the vision to memory. 

I wanted to see those nipples pressed flat into my chest as her breasts smashed against my body. I also wanted to be un-cuffed, so I could grip that firm ass in both hands and pull her down on my cock, but that wasn't the case. I wasn't the one in control here. I was still at her mercy. She dictated the actions. I was helpless to shape the experience in any real way. 

Suddenly, I felt her delicate folds part, finally taking the head of my cock inside before engulfing my little cock with her warm, wet pussy. She withdrew slightly, sliding my cock out of her again, then back in slowly, making several strokes that had to be carefully calculated so my short cock wouldn't slip completely out of her, but she was delicate with me, at least up until now. 

She sank down on top of me again, pressing my cock inside her as far as it would go, then pushed up with her hands on my chest to sit upright on her knees. In this position, she started riding me quickly, pressing her palms down onto my chest. Each time she slammed herself down on me, she exhaled a little puff of air that blew into my face and onto my chest. 

Now, I imagined those sexy titties bouncing on her chest as her pussy swallowed my cock repeatedly. Her nipples had to have been jiggling up and down, maybe even making little circular motions as her breasts slammed together as she bounced up and down on my pelvis. I tried to move my hands from the bedpost so I could grip those breasts and squeeze them in my hands, but the handcuffs continued to hold me captive. 




Solving My Little Problem Ch. 06



She sank down on me again, taking me inside her all the way to the hilt. After a brief pause, she resumed, but this time, instead of banging up and down on my cock, her pelvis kept in contact with mine as she made a swirling motion, dragging her pelvis around on mine in a small circular motion, first clockwise a few revolutions, then a short pause, then counter-clockwise. 

With my brief knowledge of sexual experiences, I'd never imagined such a thing. I'd seen movies and pictures with various positions, but this was a motion I'd never seen or even contemplated. I tried unsuccessfully to stifle a moan, verbally expressing my pleasure. 

Her hands left my body. I wondered what she was doing with them. Was she massaging those bouncing tits of hers? Or, perhaps she was gripping both her ass cheeks from behind. My eyes strained against the darkness. For a second, I could just make out the shape of a head. Her hands were either gripped behind her head or she was running her fingers through her hair. I couldn't tell which, but that didn't matter. 

Somewhere to her right, there was a faint light source. I must have been in Linda's room. If we'd been in mine, the light from my clock would have to have been brighter than that. I hoped she would turn her head to the right so I could see who she was. The way she was facing, I could only see a cheek and the edge of her head. 

She dropped her head down again, returning to the safety of the shadows again, obscuring her from my view. I wanted to come up with something to say to her -- a suggestion -- to get her to raise up again, but what should I say? That thought was erased from my mind when she started swirling her hips again, this time, she'd make half a circle in one direction, then a circle or two in the other, then back again. I could feel my cock being worked around in circles, just flipping around inside the soft recesses of her pussy. In a way, it was almost uncomfortable. The shaft of my cock was being bent from one side to the next, then back again, but at the same time, the head of my cock was swabbing the inside of her pussy with each little movement. 

The circular motions stopped and she centered herself on me again, then resumed the up and down motions, this time, applying more pressure than before. Even though her strokes were short to compensate for my small size, she was moving fast and hard. I could feel her pelvic bone coming into contact with mine on every down stroke. Each was accompanied with the sound of two bodies coming together. Clop. Clop. Clop. Clop. 

Then, her motion changed again. This time, instead of pounding up and down on my cock, she twisted her hips backward, then forward, sliding my cock completely out of her, then plopping it back in again and burying it to the hilt within her pussy. 

"Mmph!" I grunted again. This girl was into what she was doing and she could really fuck. I couldn't imagine one of my sister's friends being any more experienced than this one. And it was an odd thing because she was supposedly the shy one. 

Finally, her motion slowed, but I could sense her body tensing up as her pussy gripped tightly around my cock. She leaned forward again, gripping my chest with the fingers of both hands. Her hair fell in my face, followed by a blast of breath as she exhaled forcefully. The accompanying sound was like a moan, though I struggled to listen for a hint of her voice in it. 

She sat still on top of me, tightening her grip on my chest, holding her breath as her body quivered and quaked. She was cumming. Her pussy spasmed around my cock. She sucked in air forcefully, then exhaled again with a raspy breath, capped by the slightest little peep that hinted at the sound of her voice. She was motionless again for a few seconds, loosening her grip on my chest. Then, her body shook and quivered again. 

Her pussy's grip on my cock loosened slightly and her breathing returned to normal. Then, she started riding me again as quickly as she had before. I wished my hands were loose, so I could run them through her hair or pull her face to mine and taste her lips again. Or, I would grab her breasts as tightly as she'd grabbed mine and pull her nipples into my mouth one at a time, but no, lying there with my hands cuffed, I was at her mercy. I could only do what she let me do. 

Her head dropped down beside mine, pressing her tits in my chest. She was resting the weight of her body on her elbows, which were placed on each side of my head. Her cheek brushed against my ear. 

"I, I'm going to cum," I said without emotion. 

She nodded her response without making a sound, her pussy was still slapping up and down on my cock rhythmically. 

"I can't really control it," I admitted. No answer. I was getting close. I felt the need to warn her. I didn't want to shoot my load inside her without ample warning. 

"Do you...? Can I...? Do you want me to cum in your pussy?" I asked. 

She nodded again, then followed her response with a peck on my cheek. 

"Okay," I said. Gritting my teeth, I closed my eyes, which really wasn't necessary in the near-complete darkness. "I'm going to cum in your pussy any second now." 

I heard a sniffle. She raised her head again, this time, pressing her forehead against mine. Now, more than ever, I wished I could see who she was. Rachel or not, shyness or not, I wanted to see her face. 

"I want to look in your eyes when I cum in your pussy," I said. 

I heard another sniffle, then I felt another drop of moisture -- another tear -- landed on my closed eyelid. She seemed to be crying, but why? I had no time to contemplate the reason behind her emotions. I started to cum. My knees stiffened and I raised my hips to meet hers as my cock stiffened and bucked, spewing forth with a thick, gooey strand of cum. 

"Oh!" I groaned. "Huh-unh!" My cock twitched again, sending a second blast of cum into her awaiting pussy, followed by a third, then a pause, followed by a fourth. 

I relaxed my hips and settled back down onto the floor as her hips continued to bounce up and down on top of me. My cock still throbbed, likely oozing a few more trickles of cum. Her pussy was now wetter and more slippery than ever with the mixture of her juices and mine. I could feel some of my cum oozing out of her and down my scrotum and onto the carpeted floor. 

Finally, she stopped pounding up and down on top of me, settling down with her pussy engulfing my softening cock. I wanted to pull out of her, but my cock was so sensitive that the motion would be uncomfortable. For now, I just enjoyed the feeling of being inside her in this post-orgasmic state. 

She kissed my eyes again, then gave me a peck on the lips before sliding her pussy off my cock accompanied by a quick slurping sound. She stood, then appeared to be feeling her way around the room for a bit, followed by the sound of running water. When the water had stopped, I heard the sound of her coming back toward me. She over-estimated how far away I was and ended up kicking me and almost tripping over me before she realized she'd run into me. 

After regaining her composure, she kneeled down over me and felt around my body for my cock, then swabbed at it and my pubic area with a warm, wet towel. I couldn't believe it. Not only did she expertly ride me to orgasm, but she also cleaned me up afterward. If only I could see her face, the moment would be perfect. 

After she'd had me cleaned up, I could hear her feeling around on the floor in what sounded like she was gathering up her clothes. Then, she found my face again and kissed my lips briefly as she pressed something into my hand that felt like a piece of string. 

"What's this?" I asked. I got no answer. She pushed the blindfold back down over my face, then stood. I heard footsteps as she walked away from me, followed by the sound of the door opening, then shutting again. Had she left? What was I supposed to do now? 

I fiddled with the string in my hand and discovered that on one end of it, there was a key, which fit the handcuffs. After I had the cuffs off, I pulled my shirt off my arms and rubbed my wrists, which had been constrained all this time, then took the blindfold off and sat up. Cautiously standing, I felt my way to the door. 

I found the light switch and flipped it on, momentarily blinding myself in the process. Covering my eyes with my hands, I looked down at the floor. I was a little surprised to discover I was in my own room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I surveyed the room, realizing that the mystery girl had unplugged my digital clock and my stereo and had closed my curtains, which I normally kept open. She's been smart in doing so. Each of them was a source of light that would have given away her identity. 

I opened the bedroom door and peered out into the dark hallway. No one was there, but then, I didn't expect anyone to be there. 

Still naked, I turned off my bedroom light and crept into the hallway. Feeling my way down the dark hall, I first came to the guest room on the opposite side of the hall from my bedroom. The door was open slightly. I pushed it open a little more and looked inside. A street light shining in through the window illuminated the room enough that I could see three people lying there. Angie, Cheryl, and Erin were all piled in bed together, apparently sound asleep. 

I slid the door back into its original position and crossed the hall to Linda's bedroom. The door was shut. I tried the knob, but it was locked. Linda didn't normally lock her door, but she also didn't normally have company. With the other three girls in the guest bedroom, that would leave Linda and Rachel in Linda's room. 

I heard a sound coming from the guest room. I couldn't identify it, but it sounded like one of the girls either rolling over in her sleep or getting out of bed. Aware of my nakedness, I felt my way back to my bedroom, entered it, and closed the door behind me. 

I climbed into bed naked, pulled a blanket over me, and tried to think of a plan to unmask the mystery girl, but drifted off to sleep before I came up with any decent ideas.



Solving My Little Problem



"It's not very big, is it?" She asked. "It's a little longer than this finger, but it's a lot thicker, isn't it? And, it's really hard," She commented. "Have you ever had a blowjob?" She didn't bother to look up. Instead, here eyes were fixed on my rigid little cock. 

"Never," I replied. 

Angie wasn't waiting for an answer. As I spoke, she moved her head forward and engulfed my small cock with her eager mouth, sucking me inside her warm, moist lips. I tensed every muscle in my body when I felt her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, providing a stimulus I'd never felt before. It was fantastic. I was in pleasure overload. My hands gripped the bed sheets so hard, I thought I might rip the sheets. 

With one hand, Angie cupped my balls, rolling them around in her hand as she sucked on my cock while her other hand pressed against my stomach. 

"Do you like that?" Angie asked, pulling her head back slightly from my cock, but she didn't stop stimulating me. She continued to fondle my balls with one hand and used the other hand to stroke my cock up and down near the head. Because of my short cock, she had to use just her thumb and index finger, which she flipped around so her thumb was down and her pinky was on top. "How do you like that?" 

"That's great," I responded, although the answer should have been obvious. 

Angie stroked my cock gently while she gently squeezed my balls. Her hand massaged my little cock masterfully. Before I knew it, I was about to cum. Then, my body tensed again as I shot a thick glob right onto Angie's forehead. 

"Whoa!" She said, pulling her head back momentarily, but she quickly recovered her composure and moved her mouth back over my cock as I continued to cum. She must have been loving making me cum. When she put my cock back in her mouth, I could feel her sucking at it, drawing more of the cum out of me as her tongue flicked along the tip of my cock, forcing me to cum even harder. 

She reached up with one hand and fanned her hair out of her face, obviously not caring about the shot of cum that was on her forehead, which was now starting to ooze down between her eyes and to one side of her nose. 

Angie gave my balls a good squeeze, apparently attempting to coax a little more cum out of them, but I think I was finished by then. My cock was still throbbing, but not bucking violently like when I'm cumming. 

"You came pretty fast," Angie announced, pulling her head back again. 

"Sorry about that," I said. 

"That's okay. I'm sure you will build up some stamina the more we do this. And look where you got me," she pointed to her nose and grinned. "I need to see this." She stood and turned to face the mirror on my dresser. "Wow!" She turned to face me. "That's a good shot." 

"Angie!" One of the girls was yelling from downstairs. The voice was somewhat muffled by the music playing and the closed bedroom door. 

Angie unlocked and opened the door, then shouted, "What?" As she did, I quickly pulled my shorts back up and on. 

I couldn't make out what the other girl said, but Angie answered her, "Okay, I'm coming!" She turned to face me, saying, "We're going to go do a little shopping. Want to come with us?" 

"No, I have some things to do here," I was lying, but I thought for sure my sister and her friends would start teasing me about what had happened just now. 

"Okay, then I guess I'll see you later, okay?" 

When she'd taken a couple of steps out in the hall, I called out to her, "Angie, wait!" 

"Yeah?" She turned to face me. 

"Uh, you still have some, uh, stuff on your face." 

"I know," She smiled, then went downstairs. I was horrified to think what my sister and her friends were going to say when they saw my cum on Angie's face. I quickly went to the hallway and pressed my ear against the heating vent, which had always been a good place to hear what was going on downstairs. 

"So, did you fuck my brother?" Linda asked. 

"Not yet," Angie answered. 

"Why not?" Cheryl asked. 

"He wasn't wearing shoes," she laughed. 

"Wait, what's that on your face?" Cheryl asked. "That looks like... Ew!" 

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't make him cum. I just didn't think any of you would believe I blew him unless I came down with some hard evidence." 

"You blew my baby brother?" Linda asked. She didn't sound angry. Her voice sounded more surprised than anything. I didn't hear an answer to a question, but after a short pause, Linda asked, "And that's his cum?" 

That's all I heard until all the girls moved to another part of the house. I guess the got dressed and left. When they pulled out of the driveway, they left me all alone to reminisce. Maybe I was still a virgin, but I'd just gotten a blowjob from one of my sister's hot friends, and she was supposed to be at my place all weekend long. I was looking forward to their return from shopping. I wondered what else might be in store for me when they returned. 

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While the girls were gone, I relaxed, threw a shirt and some shoes on, and cleaned up my room a little. And by "clean", I mean I tossed a bunch of things in the closet and under the bed. 

I heard the girls pull up outside, so I peeked out the curtain, making sure they couldn't see me spying on them. I was admiring how hot they all were again, especially Angie. Maybe it was just because she sucked my dick, but I suddenly thought she was one of the hottest girls I'd ever seen. She was already hot in her swimsuit, but she looked even hotter to me stepping out of the car. She was wearing a pleated skirt that went about halfway to the knee and some boots that came almost all the way up to her knee, leaving a little leg showing. On top, she wore a little, white tank with a dark bra underneath, which was practically obscene. 

Before the girls could get in the house, I started making my way downstairs. I wanted to pretend I'd been down there the whole time and that I wasn't just barging in because they were home. I quickly plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on before they even got to the back door. 

When they entered the house, the girls were chatting about something, but stopped when they saw me there. None of them carried any bags, so their shopping trip must not have gone well. I couldn't remember a time my sister went shopping and didn't come home with at least something. 

"Hey, stud," My sister said. I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it. She was always calling me some kind of pet name, whether it was 'lady-killer', 'stud', or some other macho name she came up with for me, but because of what I'd done with Angie, I was suddenly suspicious, but I tried to dismiss it, thinking I was just over-reacting. 

"Hey, sis," I replied. 

"Oh, I was telling Cheryl how you have that CD of mine. Do you still have it?" 

"Yeah, it's in my room. I'll go get it," I stood from the couch and went up the stairs two at a time. In my room, I easily found the CD. It was sitting right on the stereo, but I didn't go directly downstairs again. Instead, I went back to the hallway vent and listened in case they were talking about me again. 

I don't know what the first thing was that was said, but I picked up the conversation when Cheryl was saying, "I can't believe you guys would plan something like that out. I think it should be more spontaneous." 

"Well," Linda said, "I don't care what you do as long as you don't play some stupid mind games with him or fuck with him, okay? Having fun with him is one thing, but hurting his feelings to satisfy your own evil bitchiness is something I won't stand for." 

Wow, I'd never heard my sister take up for me that way. 

"I'm not going to hurt him," Angie said. "I'm just going to fuck his brains out. What's wrong with that?" 

"You're a slut, that's what's wrong with that," Cheryl said. 

"I'm not a slut. I just know what I want and how to get it, that's all. Besides, you said the same thing yourself in the car." 

"No, I didn't!" 

"What did you say, then?" Erin asked. At first, I didn't recognize her voice. She'd been mostly quiet until now. "It sounded like that to me..." 

"Well, I don't know what I said in the car, but what I meant was, if a cute guy hit on me, I'd consider sleeping with him. I'm not prude. I just think it should go a certain way, that's all." 

"What if it was someone you just met?" Erin asked. 

"If he was cute and we hit it off, I don't see why not," Cheryl answered. 

"I wonder what's taking him so long with that CD," Linda said. 

Shit. I was so involved in listening to the conversation, I forgot what I was doing there. I knew I could play it off like I was looking for it. Then, I heard some footsteps on the stairs, so I sprang to my feet and headed downstairs, but ran into Angie on the way. 

"Hey," she closed the distance between us and stood on the same step as me. I backed against the wall, but she continued to lean in, leaving only a few inches between our bodies. "Did you find the CD?" 

I held it up between us. Angie took it from my hand. 

"Thanks. What are you doing right now?" She was smiling so big. She was up to something. 

I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Want to listen to some more music in your room?" She asked. 

"Sure," I said, assuming she was going to fuck me, like she'd told Linda she was going to do. 

"Okay, I'll be right back," Angie turned away from me slightly, then stopped and said, "Wait, could you hold onto something till I get back?" 

"What is it?" I asked. 

Angie reached beneath her skirt, then tugged her panties down, slipped them down her boots, then tugged them off. 

"These," she said, holding a tiny white thong up beside my face. 

I held out my hand to take them, but she pulled them away. 

"Open your mouth," she instructed with a grin. I did as she said. Angie stretched out the material and carefully placed a narrow piece of the material into my mouth. I assumed it was the crotch of the panties. "Close," she said. I did as I was instructed. "I'll be right back up. Get ready." 

She turned and skipped down the stairs, her skirt bouncing up and down as she want. I didn't exactly know what she meant when she said to get ready, but I went to my bedroom and straightened the wrinkles out of my bed sheets, then turned the stereo back on again. I took the panties from my mouth and held them in my hand. 

Angie startled me as she entered the room and approached me, slamming the door shut behind her, but I didn't notice if she locked it this time or not. Without warning, she pulled her body close to mine and wrapped one hand around my neck. Our faces were only about an inch apart. With her free hand, she reached for the waist of my shorts and pushed them down. 

"Are you really a virgin?" She asked. 

I nodded my head. 

"Do you want to continue to be a virgin?" 

I shook my head. 

"Do you want me to fuck you?" 

I swallowed hard, then nodded my head up and down. 

"Are you still holding my panties?" 

I nodded my head and showed them to her in my hand. 

"Good," Angie slipped my shorts all the way down, then gripped my cock with her fingers. Feeling it's stiffness, she said, "I see you got yourself ready like I asked?" 

Angie gently pushed me down onto the bed. I offered little resistance. Angie pushed my legs and arms around to position me on my back lengthwise on the bed, then she placed a knee onto the bed and slipped the other leg across me, straddling me like a rider on a horse. 

She'd already stripped her panties off before she'd gone downstairs, but I was a little surprised that she hadn't taken anything else off before climbing on top of me. When she got into position, she placed her hand on my chin with her thumb on one side of my face and her fingers on the other side, holding my head still. I was starting to get the idea she liked to be in control in the bedroom, first the way she'd forced herself on me and gave me a blowjob, and now while she was preparing to take my virginity. 

"Be still," she commanded, providing me further evidence of her dominance in the bedroom. "I'll do all the work. You just say there and enjoy it, okay?" 

I found it hard to nod my head with her hand gripping my chin in place. 

With Angie straddling me, I could feel her moving her hips on top of me, sliding her pussy up one thigh before finding my cock. She must have been clean-shaven, I didn't feel any hair or stubble on her slit as it slid across my skin. 

When her pussy found my cock, I was already throbbing and wanting nothing more than to push it inside her soft, pink folds and bury it deep in her pussy, well, at least as far as my short dick would go. Angie didn't allow me into her pussy yet, though. Instead, she teased the head of my cock with her pussy. 

"Do you feel that?" she asked. "That's my clit. It feels good to rub it on your little cock." Talking about her clit made me bold. I moved my hands from the bed and onto her legs, then slid them up her thighs, resting them just below the hemline of her skirt. 

"It feels good on my cock, too," I assured her. She started rubbing her pussy up and down on my cock. I could feel the length of her slit running over the head of my cock, getting my dick wet with the juices from her pussy. 

Then it happened. I let out a moan as she slid her pussy down over my short shaft, enveloping my cock with her moist, soft pussy. When she had me completely inside her, she pulled away again, almost causing my cock to pull out of her pussy again. When she slipped her pussy down over my cock again, she tightened up on my cock, squeezing down on me as she engulfed me again. 

"Can you feel that" She asked, moving her head down close to mine. "I'm going to force you to cum again. Do you think you can cum again?" 

"If you keep this up, I will," I said.

"Good. I'd hate to think I was wasting my time on you," she quickened her pace, moving her hips down to take my cock inside her, then pulling up to slide my cock back out of her pussy. I was amazed at how fast she could go without my little cock sliding out of her. Even though she was taking short strokes, her pelvis pressing against mine on each stroke made a slapping sound on each contact. 

"Mmmph!" I mumbled, which caused Angie to go even faster. 

"If you're good, I'll let you eat my pussy. Have you ever had your mouth on a pussy?" 

"No," I admitted. 

"I've been told I have a good pussy," Angie continued to ride me, gripping my cock tightly with her skilled pussy. "I shave it completely bald." Talking about her pussy was an additional turn-on. I slid my hands up her thighs some more. 

"Your pussy feels really good on my dick," I informed her. "I want to eat it, too." 

"Good. I want you to eat my pussy. I bet you can suck some good pussy with this mouth of yours. I'll just plant my pussy right over your face and make you suck my clit until I cum. Would you like that?" 

"Yes, I'd like that a lot." 

"You like being told what to do, don't you?" 

I didn't answer. I hadn't thought about it before now. I'd never had a chance to do anything with a girl. This was all new to me. 

Angie rephrased the question, "Do you like being told what to do?" 

"I, I guess so," I wasn't quite sure. I liked her doing things to me, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be told what do to all the time. 

"I'm going to start telling you what to do, okay? It's like you're going to be my little bitch." 

I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't want to be anyone's bitch, even a girl as hot as Angie. 

"We'll see," I said. 

Angie looked at me in mock seriousness, "Yeah, we'll see, but for now, you're under my control." I slid my hands higher on her thighs, pushing them beneath her skirt and onto her hips. I enjoyed the feeling of her soft skin beneath the flimsy skirt. 

Then, it started. Angie's rhythmic hip thrusts up and down on my cock finally did me in. I must have lasted a good five minutes, but now, I was ready to cum. My body tensed, an action that wasn't missed by Angie. Seeing my reaction, she changed her motions. Instead of bumping her pussy up and down on my cock, she changed to a circular motion and tightened her pussy even more onto my cock, then continued to thrust up and down on my cock, allowing our pelvises to slap together. 

I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was to come. I was going to have an orgasm and it was going to be a tense one, even more tense than when Angie had sucked my cock a few hours earlier. 

"Look at me," Angie ordered. "Don't close your eyes!" 

I forced my eyes open to see Angie's face close to mine as she continued to fuck my cock. Her hair fell down in my face. I gripped at Angie's hips, trying desperately not to dig my nails into her soft flesh. Impulsively, I opened my mouth. With the hand that was already on my face, Angie slipped a finger into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue with it. 

Then, I came. I bucked forward with my hips, hoping Angie would stop moving and allow me to cum, but she kept riding me at full speed, making my orgasm more tense than I'd imagined it would be. 

I grunted and groaned as I felt the cum leaving my cock and propelling itself into Angie's awaiting pussy. I felt the long, thick strands of cum hurling themselves from my body and into Angie's hot pussy. 

"Mmmm..." Angie cooed. "I can feel your cum shooting into my pussy, you nasty fucker." 

Her words further excited me. When I thought my orgasm was ending, she rolled her hips around my cock again, causing me to shoot an additional stream of cum into her. 

Then, I was finished. I was spent. That was my second orgasm in a short period of time and my cock was just worn out. Angie was still moving slightly on my softening cock. I gripped her hips with my hands. The tension was too much for me to take. 

"Are you a little sensitive right now?" She asked, stopping her movements. 

"Yeah, really sensitive," I said. 

"Hold on," she warned, sliding her pussy up and off of my flaccid cock, then she leaned her face toward mine again and said, "Congratulations, you're not a virgin any more." 

"Thanks," I said. 

Angie stood from the bed and straightened her skirt. "I thought you came a lot when I sucked you off, but I think you came more this time." 

"It felt like I came more this time, too." 

"You made a big mess of my pussy, too," She gripped the hem of her skirt and lifted it up. I was suddenly embarrassed. Even though I'd just fucked her, I had never had a girl stand and show me her pussy. In fact, this was the first pussy I'd ever seen and it was beautiful, even if it did have my cum seeping out of it. Angie further exposed herself by reaching down and spreading her outer lips to give me a better look at her inner lips and her clitoral hood. "Look at it." 

"I am looking at it."

"Do you see all this cum seeping out of me? You did that..." She wasn't mad, just pointing out the obvious. "Okay, I'd better go." 

"Now?" I asked. 

"Yeah," she looked at my cock. "I can work with a little dick, but I can't do anything with a soft dick." 

I suddenly felt inadequate. 

"Hey, don't worry. The weekend isn't over. Plus, I'm going to use you to make me cum, so you'd better get some rest." 

When she turned to leave, I stopped her, "Hey, what about your panties?" 

"Hold onto them for now," she smiled. 

To be continued...