0 comments/ 55877 views/ 2 favorites More Than This By: velvetpie He had never seen Jeannie look as beautiful as she did right now. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head with silky tendrils trailing down the sides of her face and framing her oval face. Her delicate hands balanced the heavy bottle of asti spumante and two glasses and her breasts bobbed with each step as she came across the room to him. "Dustin? You all right?" "Never been better." He took the bottle from her and pried the wire cage off, using his thumbs to loosen the cork enough to fly across the room. She squealed and as they both laughed, Dustin felt the breath catch in his throat again. Eight months ago, Jeannie Burrows had been just another inaccessible girl in his high school. She was a cheerleader and was into musical theater, easily winning the leads each semester with her clear, strong voice. They lived in different neighborhoods but rode the bus together every day and she was always kind to him. She was never snotty or stuck up and even gave him a present on his birthday: a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. For her eighteenth, he returned the favor by gifting her with a book, a biography of Julie Andrews and made her cry. But it was the fight that changed everything. He didn't know what overtook him that day. He heard them arguing and heard the slap and when he rounded the corner ... she was on the ground, struggling beneath him, his hand on her throat while the other fumbled with his pants. Her screams seared themselves into his brain as he leaped into action, tackling her boyfriend, Murphy Hardestone and subjecting himself to the first and worst beating of his life. Hardestone was arrested for attempted rape and Dustin was suddenly a hero. When she came to visit him in the hospital and asked if there was anything she could do for him, he said yes and asked for a date. One date became two and two became three and before he knew it, Jeannie was his girlfriend. He was as surprised as most of the other students but he never let her see his nervousness. He never let her know how high the pedestal was that he put her on. He treated her like a piece of fine china, tenderly and with much reverence and care as he could find. He was so lucky. He poured the asti and handed her a glass, gazing into her blue eyes and smiling at her. "To you." "To us." He watched her lips curve around the glass and the gentle movement of her throat as she swallowed. So very beautiful. "I can't believe that graduation is only a few days away." "Me, either." Dustin shook his head and gave her a smile. "Did you enjoy the prom?" Her smile was blinding. "Yes. Thank you for asking me, Dustin." "There's no one else that I would have wanted to be there with." His heart thumped in his chest and he looked into his glass nervously. "Jeannie, I have to ask you a question." "Yes?" "Is there more than this?" "More than what?" "In four months, you'll be at Wellesley and I'll be at Princeton." "Yes." "What about us?" Dustin carefully watched her face, searching for any nuance of feeling. He was overjoyed to find tears forming in her lovely eyes. "Do you want to break up?" "No, Jeannie. Not at all." He pulled the box from his pocket and held it out to her with shaking fingers. She took it, the tears falling when she saw the contents. "I know that I'll never find anyone like you and I don't want to try. I love you, Jeannie and one day, I'll replace that with a wedding band, if you'll let me." His eyes burned with tears when she threw her arms around him and he held her tightly. "I love you, too, Dustin." He pulled back and took the box from her, sliding the ring onto her finger. "Now I have a present for you." The warmth of her soft mouth and the touch of her tongue made his entire body vibrate. They'd kissed before but never like this, never with unrestrained passion and carnality that made his mouth water. She was a virgin and was scared that if she gave in to her feelings, things might go too far. But now ... there was no fear in the way her hands caressed his body, how her mouth slid across his stomach and her tongue wrapped around the head of his straining cock. "Oh, God! Jeannie!" "This is my promise to you." Her lips rubbed against the hot skin and Dustin shivered in response. "You will be my first so I'll give you a first." "Jeannie, you don't need to." "Yes, I do. I want my mouth to be the only one that ever touches you." She illustrated her words by taking his cock back into her mouth and lovingly sucking it. Dustin could barely think as her tongue ran the length of his rod, sending chills through his body when she probed the slit and sucked the escaping juices out. Her fingers gently rolled his nuts, tugging them down and driving the air from his lungs with the sensation. Her teeth grazed the edges of the head and her warm mouth sucked him in, her tongue playing along the sensitive underside. The sight of Jeannie's beautiful mouth on his cock was too much to bear and the tingles that rode his skin told him that he was close to shooting. The words got stuck in his throat when the sensations overwhelmed him and he was cumming, gasping her name as his prick throbbed, spurting thick cum into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking him clean and tucking him back into his pants. "A first for a first." She smiled down at her ring, then handed him a glass, raising her own in a toast. "I love you, Jeannie." "I love you, too, Dustin." Their glasses clinked together as Dustin grinned. "To us." More Than This I stood under the shower. Even at the hottest setting the water it belched out in a forceless trickle was still pretty tepid. I needed hot water: to get to the low ache in my muscles and soothe it, to massage away the tautness in my back. I stretched, arcing back and reaching out until my fingers scraped at the ceiling tiles. The tensing of my muscles felt great, like it always did, and, again as always, I could feel a little anticipatory shiver run down my cock. As usual, I had waited until I was alone before entering the communal shower room, which was entirely without stalls or dividers. I had been a surprising addition to the school rugby team, even though all through secondary school, I had been good at sports. I was very fast, very agile, very skilled. I could dance around every other player, the football seemingly magnetically attached to my feet. I could swish a basketball from anywhere in the court. The sport I loved, though, was rugby and there, for all my speed and skill, because of my size I got creamed every time. Then, in my last year at school, I had suddenly shot up. I went from about 5' 6" to 6'5". Muscles seemed to spring up on me overnight and suddenly I was no longer a picked-on shrimp – I had became one of the tallest, most powerful men in school. Initially, unable to bypass the filters people seem to have in their eyes and minds, nobody noticed. Then Steve O'Malley came up to me, as he had done frequently over the preceding five years, and shoved me hard in the shoulder. "Think that's my CD player, shrimp," he had said, this being in the time before the iPod. I hadn't even swayed when he pushed me, and I realised – I guess even I'm not immune to those mental blockages – that I was now much, much taller than him. I had smiled and stepped up so we were only inches apart. I could feel his breath hot on my chest and when he looked up at me, I flexed my arms. "Nope," I had said, "I think you've made a mistake." He backed away immediately, looking too shocked to be scared. Later, I had worried that he'd just pick on somebody else instead of me. I went and told him what a mistake that would be, and he slipped into a quiet obscurity that would prepare him for the rest of his life. Anyway, it seemed that I was what they call a late developer. That included puberty, too. Up until I was 17, I still had only the sparsest of pubic hair, and my cock was still really small. You want numbers? Fine - when my dick was soft, it was only a little over an inch long and grew to a positively whopping two and a half inches when I got an erection. I could only have dry orgasms, though I could have up to three of those in a row, which was amazing even though I didn't appreciate it at the time. In showers after sports, I would look around at the other guys, each of whom were, like me, secretly pretending not to be interested while avidly inspecting each other. There was an amazing array of shapes and sizes, but one constant – they were all bigger than I was, and each of their dicks sprouted from a thick nest of curly hair. I envied them all. The one consolation was my girlfriend. We'd been together since she'd joined the school 5 years before. She was Asian, and her mother had been promoted to managing director of the English branch of her company. My girl's name is Masoko and we plan on getting married before going off to University. Anyway, both being misfits, we bonded together and, through either luck or fate depending on your personal preference, found out that our interests and tastes meshed more or less perfectly. We had been together sexually often since we had both come of age, and I always satisfied her, either with my tongue or my hands when my small cock wasn't up to the task. The pivotal moment, in every sense, came one day in the showers after gym, when one boy, whose name I forget, had been caught staring at Michael Delaney's dick. Michael's cock had, embarrassingly, got hard and soon everyone's was, each staring and comparing. Mine wasn't the smallest, though only by about half an inch, so I wasn't teased too much just then, but though everyone else had more or less between 4 and 5 inches of length, Michael proudly caressed 7 long, thick inches. Up until then, I had been considered quite handsome – perhaps a result of my smooth skin, slender frame and un-pimpled brow – but soon after, I'd see a girl looking at me appraisingly before her friend leaned in and whispered behind a hand something that set both of them giggling. I stopped showering with the other boys soon after. It didn't help that my non-identical twin sister Beth had heard the rumours. She teased me most of all, winning every argument we had with a silent mime of her jerking off a minuscule penis between thumb and forefinger. Masoko saved me – the instant she heard the rumours, she came to me and took me to her place. That was when we first made love. She had, of course, already seen me naked, as I had seen her body in all its magnificence. Before that day, though, all we had done was touch each other hesitantly, more out of curiosity than desire. After we made love, she held my penis cupped in one small hand. We lay together in her bed, bathing in the juices we had produced – our sweat, her come and mine – and she said, softly, "This and your love will always be more than enough for me." Of course, guys kept coming up to her at school and advising her to try a real man, but she just laughed them off. After I had developed, I still didn't shower with anybody and now the whispers had changed. Now it was, "yeah, every part of his body but one got real big…" But Masoko's laughter in the halls had become a little more raucous. I don't remember what morning it was that I realised, or if Masoko noticed me changing and just didn't say anything. I can't recall waking up and, overnight, my voice was deeper and I had a coating of thick hair in previously bald areas. I don't know if I realised that the giggles in my small swimming class had turned to jealous gasps. In short, I developed so slowly, I became habituated to the changes and was, almost comically, unaware of them. Suddenly, it seemed, I would no longer be completely buried in Masoko, no longer striving frantically to get every precious millimetre in her tight little pussy, and suddenly she would come over and over just from my cock. Suddenly, I noticed that I was always having to tug my underwear so it wasn't tightly squeezing my balls, or letting my dick spill out down the leg. Suddenly I noticed that when I got erections in class, I wasn't able to get up, certain that people wouldn't notice. Masoko lay naked on the bed, laughing at me. "How could you not notice?" she asked me. She spoke perfect English – had learnt it simultaneously with Japanese since birth, from her American father. I looked at her seemingly pore-free skin; her small, pale breasts and the delicate, pale rose nipples perkily perched in their centre; her thick bush, spreading in wild tufts around her exquisitely soft little pussy, where glittered the thick shower white beads I had just spilt there. Already I could feel my shaft thickening and rising, just from the sight of her. "I don't know," I replied. "Perhaps it's just the constant reinforcement I get in school. Everyone going on about my tiny dick – how it'll look even smaller now I've got muscles." "Well what do you expect?" Masoko said. "That the little boys in your swimming class are going to go around saying, 'You know, Rob's suddenly packing a lot of meat in his trunks'?" The right corner of my mouth involuntarily twitched into a smile. "I suppose not, no." "Does it bother you, anyway?" I thought for a moment and realised that I didn't care what they thought. Perhaps at 18, I had finally achieved some maturity. I leaned down and kissed Masoko, tasting strawberries on her full lips. I played against them with my tongue, ready to go again, but she laid one elegant finger on my bare chest. "Stop," she said, and hopped off the bed. I watched her firm little ass wiggle as she danced over to her school bag, and marvelled at how beautiful her pussy was as she bent over. Her labia were still parted. They were as pale as the rest of her body, and amongst the jet-black hair around them, the vivid pink of her cunt shone wetly at me. I was painfully hard instantly. She hid something behind her back. "Lie down on the bed," she commanded me. I did so, smelling her fragrance on the sheets, the scent of her hair on the pillow. She danced towards me, her small, perfect breasts swaying gently, the hair around her pussy waving slightly in some breeze drifting through her house. Her hands were still behind her back as she bent over me. "Not quite fully hard, yet, I see," she said. She lapped at the head of my cock with her tongue, slowly washing away the sticky trails of my semen and the complex cocktail that had spilled from her pussy with such effulgence. She fluttered her tongue back and forth over the head as she spread her full lips wide to swallow me. I heard a click from her right jawbone. She bobbed up and down on the first few inches, and her eyes met mine through the thick curtain of black hair spilling down past her face. Reluctantly, she withdrew. "That should do," she said. "For what?" I asked. Wordlessly, she whipped the ruler from behind her back, flourishing it like a sword. "I thought we'd decided I didn't care about what people thought of my size?" Masoko giggled, hooking an index finger inside her lovely mouth. "No," she corrected me. "You don't care. I, on the other hand, am positively desperate to tell all those sniggering girls in the third floor bathroom just how much they are missing out on." She placed it flat along the top side of my cock, grasping the base of the ruler and holding it tight against my cock with her left hand. The ruler was plastic, but still felt a little chill. But the most beautiful girl I had ever seen was straddling me naked, her pussy dripping a small puddle between my legs. There was no way I was going to soften. She looked directly into my eyes again and, never looking at the ruler or my cock, she ran the index finger of her right hand up the underside of my cock. Her eyes never left mine, though sometimes her slow, winding route made me giggle as she tickled me or moan when I thought her light touch would have me coming immediately. Eventually her finger slid over the smooth contours of my cock's swollen head and pinged against the ruler. She looked down then, and placed her finger exactly where my cock ended, then checked that the ruler wasn't pressed into my pelvis so tightly that it was reporting incorrectly the length of my cock. I couldn't see the figure, but my cock was pretty near the end of the ruler. "Well," Masoko murmured, "30.1 centimetres. My boyfriend's cock is 30.1 cm long." "Masoko, everyone knows you measure cock size in inches. What is it there?" "Oh," she said, "it's a pathetic 11 and 7/8 inches long." We were both silent for a long moment and then Masoko gasped again. "Almost forgot." Reaching up, she tugged one hair from her head, wincing slightly. She wrapped it around my shaft. The head is thicker, but my shaft stays the same size along the length of my cock. Masoko reached over to her dresser and grabbed a pair of thin bladed scissors. Now I winced, as the chilly blades caressed my skin and she trimmed the hair she had wrapped around me until it was the exact length as the circumference of my cock. "And 8 inches in girth," she said. Then, with a shout of glee that made me glad her parents wouldn't be back home for another couple of hours, she mounted me and we fucked furiously. I lay underneath her – it was a position we used more often now, as I worried about hurting her with all the weight my new musculature had given me. I placed my hands around Masoko's soft, rounded buttocks to support her as she leaned back and carefully straddled my cock. With one hand, she held my cock steady and with the other she parted her pussy lips wide as she lowered herself on to me. I began to trace small circles on her ass as she slowly slid down my length. Our eyes locked as she took more and more of me inside her and I realised that for a long time now she had been challenging herself to accommodate ever more of my giant dick. I slid my hands around from her buttocks to her front, stroking her long, toned thighs and then sliding up to cup her breasts. Her nipples were small sharp points that I stroked lightly with the tips of my index fingers. Masoko moaned, and I felt the juice from her cunt dripping hot onto my balls. Her pussy had taken all that it could, and I was amazed to see how much was left outside her. She lay down on me, trapping my hands between her breasts and my chest, and kissed me lingeringly. "I love you," she said. "I love you, too," I replied. Shockingly, we both meant it. Masoko grasped the headboard of her too-small bed and began to slowly slide up and down on my cock. Her pussy was a liquid sheath of pure silk, yet my size was gripped incredibly tightly as it caressed her inner walls. I craned my neck and carefully lifted her small breasts so that I could flick her nipples with my tongue. Masoko moaned and began repeating my name over and over – once again, I thanked god that her parents were out. As she acclimatised herself yet again to my size, she began to fuck me faster and faster, and with each stroke of her hips, she gasped out my name with increasing fervour. I reached down, squeezing one hand through the tight press of our sweating bodies to lay a finger in her bush. I quested down, through hair slick with her arousal, to find her clitoris. Once I did, I slowly stroked that miraculous little nub of flesh in time with her frantic thrusts. I felt her come several times. In my curiosity, I'd read much debate about the female orgasm – in particular some dry anatomical texts that claimed that given recent discoveries about the actual size and extent of the clitoris, that there was no such thing as a vaginal orgasm. Regardless of what meaningless bit of flesh caused it, though, after a number of orgasms mainly from the play of my finger on her clitoris, I felt Masoko writhe under the richer pleasure of several blended orgasms. The last of these was the limit of my endurance, and my come spilled inside her, spraying in heavy spurts that rocked both of us until she collapsed on top of me and we lay, lapping at each other's sweat soaked skin. After, we had spoken again. "You know the reason you make me come so often isn't your big dick, right?" Masoko asked. I nodded. "I'm glad you were smaller for so long," she said. "Not that I don't give thanks every minute that you have this." She idly stroked the flaccid weight of my cock. "But if you'd had it from the beginning, you'd never have learnt to use your hands and your mouth so well." Masoko kissed me, and we made love again. That was two or three days ago now, and thinking about it, remembering the feel of her breasts, the taste of her nipples and her pussy and her skin, I was almost getting hard right here in the utterly non-private showers. But then, if someone did walk in, I guess I wouldn't have to put up with anymore tiny dick remarks. Even with my new found awareness and equanimity, I had sometimes thought of leaving the bathroom door unlocked so Beth could "accidentally" walk in and see that her little brother – by twenty minutes – wasn't so little anymore. I never thought about that for long, though – too creepy. That was when I felt a hand close possessively as far as it could around my cock, and a set of lips lay a lingering kiss on my shoulder. "Hi," Masoko said. "Close your eyes." I did and her hand left my cock. I heard her padding around in the shower, turning on all the faucets. "So no-one hears us," she said. "Keep your eyes closed." I had sneaked a look at her. She was wearing only her bra and panties, plain white cotton not at all designed to arouse and yet utterly, captivatingly arousing. The next thing I felt was her mouth working on my cock, which quickly became hard. She sucked on me for a while, her small, long-fingered hands playing with my balls, then I felt her mouth leave my cock. She gulped back saliva and spoke, "Open your eyes, Rob." I did so. She was standing in front of me, still in her bra and panties and a little flushed. Her panties were damp with arousal and I could see the hairs of her bush straining against them. She pointed to the right, and I turned to look before leaping back in shock and trying, impossibly, to cover my cock with my hands. Standing in the wide opening into the shower were five of the girls considered to be the most attractive at our school – well, with the exception of my sister, who was widely regarded as the hottest girl there. Pretty little Stacy, with the long blonde hair and the big breasts with huge nipples that you could see poking through her shirt at the slightest breath of cool air, who stood only a little above 5 feet tall. Haughty, beautiful Sharon, form like a classical statue and irrepressible poise. Slutty Kim, with the puffy lips and low tops and no bra, rumoured to have a bunny tattooed exactly one inch above her pussy. Radiant Catherine, who was a little plainer than the other girls, but made up for it with a complexion that seemed to exude goodness and a sheaf of soft blonde hair. Sexy Deborah, whose every article of clothing seemed to emphasise her magazine feature breasts, ass and legs and who wore just the right amount of make up to bring out her stunning eyes and lips. How Masoko had wrangled them all into coming here, I don't know. Kim would have agreed the moment she heard the word "cock", and so, went the rumours, would Deborah and Stacy. Sharon was utterly unpredictable, but would probably have gone along with her friends. But Catherine was a shock – I'd have thought she wouldn't know what a cock looked like, let alone actually want to see mine. Nevertheless, here were the five most beautiful girls standing watching as I showered, as my girlfriend took my cock into her mouth, as I stood, the sheer size of my huge cock keeping them agape. Kim and Deborah looked hungry, as if – had they been alone – they would have fucked me right there, and while only Kim's hands were blatantly inside the trousers she wore, Deborah and Stacy were seemingly unaware that their hands were tracing urgent circles on the clothes over their cunts. Catherine looked like she was about to faint. Her jaw hung open and her face was scarlet. One hand was lying across her breasts covering her nipples and the other hung limp at her side. Sharon, on the other hand, just stood perfectly still, her mouth seeming to form the words, "so big" over and over. I realised two things then, almost at the same time. Right here, right now, I could have any or all of these girls. Some out of the mistaken desire that big is somehow better, some out of curiosity over what it would feel like to be filled down there completely, some just to say that they had. The second thing I realised was that these weren't the most beautiful girls in school and that I didn't want them. Not even for a quick fantasy fuck in the boy's shower. I looked over at Masoko, who was smiling at me, and I saw she already knew what I had just realised. That for the rest of my life, it would be only her. "Believe me now?" Masoko asked them. None of the girls spoke, but two of them nodded. "Okay," she continued," show's over." They didn't move, but Masoko had already taken my hand and was leading me past them and towards the toilets. I briefly wondered how she knew so much about the layout of the gent's toilets, but then realised that they would be symmetrical to the ladies. The girls were beginning to move again as Masoko selected a stall and drew me inside. It occurred to me that some of those girls were certainly slinking off separately to masturbate while thinking about me. I realised almost immediately that it wouldn't be me they were thinking of, though, but my enormous cock. Had I cared, I might have found that depressing, but thinking about Masoko, and my love for her, I instead was suffused with the feeling of how lucky I was to have found my soulmate. More Than This I looked questioningly at Masoko. "I was just sick of you having to endure all that taunting," she replied to the question I hadn't needed to voice. "I know you were used to it. It didn't even seem to bother you, especially in the last few days, since you realised how unfounded those jokes had become. But no-one should have to endure that sort of teasing. No-one." I had thought she was going to cry, but she controlled herself, shaking her head and smiling a little, her lower lip looking as plump and swollen and red as a ripe berry. "And it'll be nice to be the most envied girl in school, ten minutes from now when Kim's fingers are done with her pussy and she can start gossiping about you to everyone in school." "Aren't you worried, though?" I asked. "I mean, from now on, a certain type of girl is going to be after me, even if only to see if the new rumours are true." Masoko laughed, and beneath her bra her breasts jiggled, distracting me. "I just took the most beautiful girls in this school to see my boyfriend's beautiful big cock. Would I have done that if I weren't absolutely sure about your fidelity?" "You're wrong," I told her and I waited a minute to see if she would worry. She didn't. "You're the most beautiful girl in school," I continued, "in the world. In the whole fucking universe." "Sure," she said. "Enough talk – we've got to be in our next classes far too soon." I undid her bra as she stepped out of her panties. I clutched her bra to my nose before hanging it on the door, and we manoeuvred round so that I was sitting on the – closed – toilet seat, and she was resting on my lap. I held her breasts, stroking their underneath with my palms and sucking on her nipples. Her small hands bruised my shoulders as she straddled my cock, her fingernails cutting deep dark moons into my flesh. Slowly, she slid down my cock, shimmying her hips as she engulfed inch after inch into her boiling cunt. When she rested, with as much of me inside her as she could take and well over four inches still outside, we both groaned and leaned in to each other and kissed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her round little ass pumped up and down. We had left all the showers on, but we were still quiet. When Masoko came she bit down hard on my shoulder, before whispering in my ear, "I love you so much." "I love you too," I replied, wondering that we did that every time, and moments later I came, too. We sat together dazed for a moment before Masoko checked her watch and realised how late she was going to be. She burst from the stall and quickly bathed her naked pussy under a tap before drying it with my towel. Merely the sight of her leg contorted around the sink to get her pussy under the tap was enough to get me hard again, and the smell of her on my towel had me trying to stop her for another session. She hated being late, though, and wouldn't be stopped. If she hadn't just had a free class, none of this would have happened. I, on the other hand, didn't mind being late, so I was going to have another shower before going back to class, but after Masoko had left, the stall next to the one in which we had just fucked opened and Catherine stepped out, utterly naked. Her shimmering blonde hair fell straight down from her head to slight curls at the tops of her breasts, which sloped down into rich, thick curves that looked swollen and ripe. Her nipples were tiny pale dots on her breasts, raised into points perhaps a half inch high. Her belly was flat and toned, smooth muscular waves descending to the small blonde square just above her pussy. She obviously trimmed her bush. Her cunt looked very tight, but her lips were spread and I could see her clit like a tiny button. She had obviously been masturbating as Masoko and I had fucked. "Rob," she said, her voice thick. "I…" I wasn't all that conscious of how naked I was, of how my cock was still hard from scenting Masoko on my towel. It didn't seem to matter anymore. "The thing is," she said, "that I always had a bit of a crush on you. As a person, I mean. But everyone knew how tiny your…" Catherine looked down at my very hard, very big cock and moistened her lips. "Well, you know what everyone said better than anyone. And it would just have been too hard to be with you." Catherine was very beautiful and equally vulnerable as she stood before me. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't annoyed by her selfish reasons for not being with me, and I found her assumption that the only reason we weren't together was because of her extremely patronising. I didn't have the heart, though, to humiliate this poor girl who was offering herself to me so blatantly. "I'm sorry, Catherine," I said as gently as I could, "but… I just don't want to be with you." I went into the shower, and when I came out again, Catherine was gone. She was an extremely luscious girl, and her body was different enough from Masoko's to make me wonder what it would be like to fuck her. But there's no virtue in resisting a temptation that you don't feel. The Saturday one week after, Masoko and I were at a party to celebrate our victory over another school's rugby team. We weren't a common fixture at these sorts of things, and wandered around wide-eyed. Everyone was drinking, almost desperately, gulping down cans of cheap beer, some pouring them on each other, either to lap them off or to press clothing tight and transparent against some girl's ripe young breast. We ran into my sister Beth, too. Acidly, she complimented me on how I had played, strongly implying it was luck, then sauntered off, her short skirt fluttering about, mere centimetres from displaying whatever underwear she might be wearing. Not the most chaste of girls, my big sister. In the kitchen, our hooker – a rugby term, not the other kind - ground the lump in his jeans against the panties of a girl sprawled on the counter, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The bedrooms upstairs were rumoured to be getting plenty of use too. Masoko, however, was fascinated by a game being played with the downstairs closet. It was an American custom, probably gone transatlantic thanks to some shitty teen movie. What happened was, two people went in the closet and they had five minutes to do whatever they wanted. Of course, everyone else was desperately listening at the door, and when the stopwatch hit five minutes, that door was yanked open in the hope of seeing something suitably titillating. While we watched, the door was opened and the couple inside didn't react quickly enough. The front of the girl's dress was pulled down so her left breast was revealed. The boy had obviously been licking it, and her rich brown nipples glowed with a sheen of his saliva. The girl's hands were inside his trousers, and the thin rod of his cock pressed against his jeans. They pulled away from each other blushing and everyone hollered. The girl quickly pulled up the top of her dress, and the two left holding hands. I noticed them heading upstairs in a rush, obviously anxious to complete what they had begun. "I want to do this," Masoko told me. I laughed, still a little high from our victory. "I think that day in the showers has given you a taste for exhibitionism, but whatever you want," I replied. We expected to wait our turn, but as a star rugby player, I was allowed to go straight in. It occurred to me that people might also want to test the veracity of certain new rumours about me. Now, I would find a girl staring at me, and when another girl joined them, they were the one to whisper and suddenly both of the girls would be staring. They blushed when I let them see I had caught them looking. If it worked literally, all my trousers would have had the crotch burned out from the intensity of their gazes. One girl had even bumped into me on purpose and grabbed me, obviously dared to do it. She had cupped me for so long – perhaps ten seconds – that her ruse fell apart. She had stood looking up at me, the nipples on her pretty little breasts gradually dimpling her woollen top, a blush spreading across her cheeks as I stood, frozen except for the slow, thick swelling of my big dick. The two of us had stood, the only stationary people in a rushing crowd until at last I removed her hand. I noticed a small, damp circle on the front of her skirt, and when I released her hand, she had gulped out a throaty moan and rushed towards a nearby bathroom. The only person, in fact, who apparently hadn't heard about my endowment was my sister, who was increasingly confused that no one was laughing at her jokes about my tiny penis anymore. I was even finding guys in my sports classes trying to hang around so they could shower with me. It might seem funny to say so, but I wasn't really enjoying the attention. After all, it wasn't me all these people were interested in – just the big cock that the girls wanted to see and, maybe, touch, and that the guys were so insecurely curious about. One girl I was friends with had been a very early developer, and I remembered how she had begun to wear only the most baggy clothing when she had developed her breasts. I had just gone inside the closet when someone called to Masoko. "Hold on a sec," she said and somebody closed the door. I waited in the dark of the closet for what felt like ten minutes but was probably only 10 seconds, then the door opened and Masoko was rushed in by a crowd of eager hands. The light was dazzling after so long in the dark and all I saw were silhouettes – it would have been scary, if everyone hadn't been laughing and cheering. Masoko whispered, "Fuck me fast," and her hands shot towards my zipper. I heard it being undone, then she popped the button on my trousers and ripped down my underwear. Someone banged frantically on the door, and someone else grabbed them, laughing, told them to wait their turn. My cock was still soft, and she tugged it roughly out of my trousers. I reached under her skirt and was hugely aroused to find that – presumably during my wait in the cupboard – she had taken off her panties. As a surprise for me, she had shaved her pussy. She was rubbing at my cock, rapidly yanking my foreskin back and forth and whispering "Jesus, you're so fucking big". I knew what she meant. In the dark, the sense of touch was heightened greatly. I scooped her breasts out of her dress and marvelled at how much bigger they felt when I couldn't see them. Paradoxically her nipples felt bigger, almost puffy. My cock had been hard since I had realised she wasn't wearing panties and Masoko had been rubbing me as if to prepare herself for my size. I began to guide myself towards her but she stopped me. "Wait," she whispered. "I want to do one quick thing first." She knelt quickly and swallowed the head of my cock, just for a second. "More later," she promised. "You taste incredible." I brushed a finger past the lips of her pussy and lifted it to my mouth. "So do you," I replied. "I can't believe how big you are," she whispered, as I began to enter her. She managed to take a little less of my length than usual, so I was very gentle as I fucked her. It didn't seem to spoil her enjoyment – as we fucked, I sucked on her nipples and carefully brushed her hard little clit and she moaned over and over into my ear, telling me how big I was, how she'd never come like this. I had felt her have at least two orgasms, and I was beginning to worry about the door opening. Evidently she was too. "You're incredible," she began. "Can we go up to one of the bedrooms after and finish this?" I breathed out, "yes, of course". What she said next chilled my blood. "Oh, just so it's not a surprise. All Kim told me was that there was a guy in the closet with a dick nearly twice as big as any guy's in school. She said it was bigger than she had seen in most of the porno she's watched. So, as I said, so it's not a surprise – who are you?" I froze. I remembered that Masoko and I had made love this morning, "luck," she had said, "for your debut game". She had still had the thick bush I love so much then, and I realised she hadn't had the opportunity to shave her pussy since. The shock that this wasn't Masoko was bad enough, but the suspicion I had was worse. Who could not know who I was? Everyone had been talking about it. Brilliant light flooded the room. My cock was half-imbedded in the girl's pussy, but everyone could see it and I heard plenty of "oohs" from the watching crowd. The girl's tits were hanging out of her dress. They were much bigger than Masoko's, tanned a light brown all over with beautiful, puffy copper nipples. I tried to withdraw my cock, but the girl's pussy gripped me extremely tightly. Her cunt was very hot and very wet. I hadn't looked at her face yet. From the crowd, I heard Kim crowing. "You see Beth? Didn't I tell you he was enormous?" Kim – the only girl in school that didn't realise that having the same surnames meant Beth and I were related. I heard Sharon say flatly, "Kim, you fucking idiot." I couldn't put it off any longer. I looked up and opened my eyes and realised that the girl whose luscious breasts I had suckled on, who had lovingly given my big dick a lavish handjob before sucking it inside her mouth for one brief taste, whose vaginal juice I had sucked off one finger, whose tight, hot, wet pussy I'd just been fucking, whose tight, hot, wet pussy I was still buried in, was none other than my big twin sister. Jesus, I thought, I gave her two orgasms. I marvelled at how I had enjoyed the feel of her breasts under my hands and mouth, at how amazing her pussy felt – both then and now. Beth's face was an odd mix. She looked sick with shock and disgust – as, I am sure, did I – but the flush her two orgasms had given her still spread across her face and chest. I don't know what it was – a spasm in her cunt, the shock, the undeniable titillation of having fucked my sister – but right then I came. My whole body seemed to shake with the six spurts that surged through my huge cock, filling my sister's cunt with so much semen that it began to bubble out of her, even though I was plugged deep inside her. Worse, the sensation of me coming within her set my sister off again, and she had another orgasm there. Involuntarily, as we stood in an emptied closet, my big cock buried in my sister's tight little cunt, half our class watching, we both gasped and moaned our climaxes. Some idiot cheered; Kim screamed "Way to go Beth!" Beth burst into tears and I felt them splashing hot and salty onto my chest. I think it was when she fell against me that we both realised my cock was still in her cunt. The realisation seemed to break whatever had frozen us. Fortunately, judging by their reaction most of the crowd didn't recognise both of us – so our actual relationship could be known to only a few people, mostly friends of my sister who wouldn't want to humiliate her. I yanked my cock roughly out of my sister's pussy and almost everyone watching seemed amazed by the size of it. I couldn't believe I was still hard. Neither could Beth. She looked down and saw it. "So big," she whispered. "So, so big." I saw her hand reach out, involuntarily, to caress it, and she stopped herself, drew back rapidly instants after her fingers had stroked the swollen head of her brother's enormous cock. I held my rigid cock vertical. While it was hard, there was no other way to get my trousers closed. I pulled up my underwear and buttoned and zipped my trousers so that they held my cock flat against my stomach, then pulled my shirt over it. The thick almost obscene swelling in my shirt gave it away, of course, but at least it wasn't hanging out there anymore. I took pity on Beth, and simultaneously pulled the top of her dress up over breasts, and lowered the hem so that it covered her pussy. As I did, I saw how beautiful my sister's bald little cunt was – smothered in my come, glossy with a profusion of juice from her pussy, it shone in the light. I accidentally brushed one of her still aroused nipples and my sister looked so confused – such pleasure, but coming from her brother. We both recoiled, and she ran out of the closet, pushed through the crowd and went out the front door, slamming it. I saw Sharon slowly following her. I walked numbly out of the cupboard. A guy held up his hand for a high five I'd never return and said, "Nice work, man! I've wanted to fuck that for years. What was she like? I bet she was amazing." I gagged and was nearly sick. I walked on. Several people, both guys and girls, reached out and stroked my cock, pretending it was by accident. The guys looked jealous, save one or two who maybe were gay. The girls all looked at me with eyes filled with lust, and I realised that despite how quiet we had been, all of them, every single person here, had heard the gasps and cries of my sister as I fucked her into two orgasms she had described as the best she had ever had. All of them had seen us, my sister and I, as my big cock that had attracted her attention in the first place had rippled and sent us both spiralling into an incredible orgasm right in front of them. Someone hugged me, and I could see huge breasts barely constrained by a flimsy top. "Hey big dick," Kim purred, stroking the object of her affection through my shirt. "Since Beth's left, do you feel like taking me upstairs? I'll let you fuck me in every hole…" I broker her grip and ran past her, out through the kitchen and onto the patio in the backyard. Masoko was sitting there, looking a little sad. She'd been crying but had stopped before I came out. "I know what happened," she began, "and you don't need to apologise. Kim called me away so one of her friends could go in there and fuck you. I know you wouldn't have done it if you'd known it wasn't me." I couldn't say anything, so Masoko continued. "Who was it? Catherine? She thinks she's in love with you. Or was it Deborah? If it was, I hope she gave you a condom." She laughed weakly. "As if one would fit. We'll have to get you checked out." "Masoko," I said, "it's worse." She looked at me quizzically. "Kim… that fucking stupid little bitch… sent… my sister in there, not telling Beth who I was." "You mean you…" "Yes," I said. "I've just… oh Jesus… fucked my sister." "Oh Jesus." Then I fell on her lap, sobbing, mumbling incoherently about how sorry I was, shaking with revulsion. We were there for perhaps an hour, and whenever anyone came out onto the patio, they saw us and left quietly. The whole time, I apologised, and my skin crawled at the thought of the feel of my sister's flesh – at how good it had felt. Finally, I stopped crying. Slowly, Masoko spoke. "The way I thought of it initially was that, as far as you were concerned, it was me in there. I don't see how that changes just because the person was your… your sister." I looked up at her and blinked tears out of my eyes. She seemed calm, serene, even. "You mean…?" "Of course, I forgive you." "That was you bashing on the door, wasn't it?" "Yes," she said. "Then one of your team mates carried me out here." "In fact," she continued, "I think the only people who know you… had sex with your sister besides you and her is probably Sharon, and she won't say anything. So all you need to do," she finished, "is go home and talk to Beth." I knocked on Beth's door and she asked who it was. I identified myself and waited the minute and a half it took her to decide to unlock the door. "Come back for more, have you?" she asked. "Hey," I replied, angry, "I was as shocked as you about… what happened in there." "Oh," she said and for an instant I almost thought she looked disappointed. "Well, I already talked to Sharon. Kim's too stupid to figure anything out, and no one else was there that knows who both of us are. Sharon's going to confess to Deborah" More Than This I interrupted with a yelled, "What?" "Just let me fucking finish alright? Sharon's going to tell Deborah that she was caught fucking you in the closet. She looks enough like me that everyone, probably even Kim, will believe it." "Thank god," I said. "You know, I'm sorry, right?" It seemed like such an impossibly small thing to say, but what else was there? My sister, who less than an hour ago I had brought to three screaming orgasms, smiled. "I'm not. Neither of us knew what was going on. It's nobody's fault." "Shake?" She shook my hand and led me out of her room, locking the door the instant I had passed the threshold. I realised my fingers felt sticky and held them to my nose. They smelled… well, they smelled just like my finger had when I had sniffed my sister's pussy juice in the closet. I tasted it, and it tasted the same, too. But she couldn't have been… Had that been why she'd taken so long answering the door? My room was right next to hers, and getting there took no time at all. But in that short walk I had time to remember what an accomplished actress my little sister was. I had time to wonder that in a house full of people only two who could put my sister and mine's relationship together on sight had been there. Had that been where all her other friends had been? Occupying my friends' time? I fished my mobile phone from my jacket pocket and called one of my male friends. "Hey man," he said, clearly ecstatic about something and sky-high on, at the very least, alcohol. "Heard you got off with Sharon in the closet. Don't worry, I won't tell Masoko. Figure we've all got to spread some what's-it-called, wild oats." "Right," I said. "Listen, did you," but he interrupted me. "Guess who took me upstairs? Deborah," he continued, without letting me guess. "She has the most amazing breasts," he began, "and the tightest little pussy I ever…" "Sorry, man, I've got to go," I said. "I'll call you later?" "Sure," he said. "Is it Masoko you're with now?" I hung up, and leaned my ear against the thin wall separating my sister's bed from mine. I heard a humming noise that I had long since tracked to the vibrator she hid in a shoebox at the back of her wardrobe. I could hear her whispering to herself, repeating, as a mantra, over and over, "so big, so big." Involuntarily I recalled the taste of her lips and the feel of her breasts and how good her cunt had felt as it wrapped around my cock. I could feel myself getting hard, desperately hard. I left the house and headed for Masoko's. My parents, expecting the party to go on until the small hours, were still out enjoying themselves somewhere, and if I wasn't back until the morning they'd only be a little pissed. As I walked, the exercise and cool air did nothing to diminish the size and strength of my hard on, and it was lucky for me that I didn't meet anyone. I could sneak inside Masoko's window and quietly fuck her all night, burying her cries with a pillow if I had to. Whatever it took to quell the strange desire within me, twisting my stomach and pulsing along the entire length of my cock. I wondered – was it even possible that Kim hadn't known we were brother and sister? She had been over at the house so often, and had definitely seen me there. No, she had to have known that the girl she was sending to fuck me had been my sister. And Beth – she must have heard the rumours and heard they were about me. Mustn't she? Could she really have not heard what every single person had been talking about? Hell, even the teachers seemed to know. And now, the girl I had fucked earlier that night, my big sister, whose tight pussy I had thoroughly explored and pleasured, lay masturbating, thinking about me. Was it possible that the whole time my sister had planned on fucking her hugely endowed brother? More Than This It was a bitterly cold night in late February, and I had found myself half way accross the city at my good friend's door. I didn't ask why he wanted me to come over. Roman rarely ever explains himself. He sounded a bit troubled and told me no one else was answering their phone, and he just wanted someone to be with him. An odd request coming from such a stoic. It was raining that night, and big drops fell on my head, sliding off the nylon hood and running down the nip of my nose. I sniffled, cold and wet and wanting to get in his door but he wasn't answering it. After about a minute in the rain and a few good pounds on the door, he finally answered. He looked tired and sick, his eyes dark and brow furrowed. "Come in." he said solemnly, moving out of the way so I could enter. I took off my jacket and placed it at the foot of his stairs. "You okay?" He shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets and sitting down on a kitchen chair. "Laura left." "Where did she go?" He shook his head, "No, she left. Left me." I turned and stared at him. "Are you serious?" "Deadly." he said with a tiny grin, but lost it as he went on, "This morning she threw the ring in my face and said she was leaving me. She took most of her stuff." Roman and Laura had been engaged for a while now. It was no surprise. They'd been together since Freshman year. Now we were all grad students, and it seemed obvious to everyone that the perfect couple in our circle of friends would tie the knot. "So, that's it? She just called it off?" He nodded, "Said she found someone else." Found someone else? When Roman was such a catch? That didn't make sense to me. Why throw away someone amazing? "Here," he said, "I'll get you some coffee." he stood up and went to work brewing some coffee. I watched him as he did. Roman and I were a lot like each other. The strong silent type I guess. Other people thought we were weird, but it's just that we didn't have to speak, we don't have a problem with silence. It's only after years that I and Roman became close, simply because we're both so resigned. Once we did though, we found out about all our similarities. He was a great person to be around because we both had the same interests and ideas. I looked at him some more. He was quite a handsome man. His hair was dark brown, almost black, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel. His skin was tanned most of the time, and he had very strong broad features and an aquiline nose. Although he was mesomorphic there was some pudge to his body from being about fifteen pounds overweight, but I thought it was charming actually. Roman returned with the coffee, handing it to me in a mug decorated with Kahlo's painting 'The Two Fridas'. I can still remember when we went to see that exhibition, only he and I were impressed with the art we saw that day and the friends that came with us, including Laura, became bored with it easily. "Sad isn't it." I said referring to the cup, "Fits the somber mood, I suppose?" He shrugged, "I guess I too know how it feels to have my heart ripped out." he said softly, staring into his own mug. His coffee was black, the way he usually drank it. I saw his sad reflection in it. It was almost poetic. "I'm real sorry, Roman." I said, patting him on the shoulder, "She just didn't know what she had. That's all. Maybe she'll change her mind." Roman sipped his coffee and thought for a moment. "I don't want her back." he said bluntly, "Since I'm not good enough now, I doubt I will ever be." "That's a bit defeatist of you." "I don't care. I don't care about her, not anymore." he stared off at a framed picture of them together on the side table, "I haven't in a long time." "What?" I said incredulously, "Everyone always thought you two were the perfect couple." "Yeah, thought," he snorted, "I thought the engagement would change things. Guess not." "Wow. I had no idea. Neither of you ever said anything." It struck me then that of course he'd never known how to say it. Not even to me, the one who probably understood him best out of everyone. "Whatever. Fuck it, it's over. And good ridance." We sipped our coffees in silence, both thinking about the state of things, about what would come next. The thought that he was back on the market only briefly came into my mind. I was seeing someone, so he was off limits, even now. Roman was hot, anyway, he could go out and get any girl he really wanted. "Do you mind staying here tonight?" "Hmm?" "I had a bad day, I just want to know someone's around if I need them. You can stay in the spare bedroom." Certainly another odd request, but he was my friend and his long time girlfriend had left him so I obliged. "Sure, Roman. Whatever you want." He showed me to the spare, only down the hall from his own. "Sorry it's on such short notice." he said, "I didn't want - " he trailed off. "It's okay. Goodnight." I said, stepping inside and closing the door. I began taking off my somewhat wet clothing and was down to my cami and boxers when I heard a loud crash next door and Roman uttering out a "Oww, shit!" "Roman?" I said, going to his room, "What happened?" He was nursing his now lightly cut arm, pointing to a bunch of sharp boxes that fell from his closet on top of him. "Wardrobe malfunction? Literally?" I laughed. He nodded, "Damn it." he said, "I've got to go take care of this." He stepped into the master bathroom and I heard the faucet turn on as he cleaned the wound up. I picked up some of the boxes, trying to stack them neatly, when he came back out. At first I didn't notice him there staring at me. I turned and saw his face fixed on me, his brow furrowed. "What's wrong? "Nothing." he said. "Nothing at all." "Roman, are you okay?" He came forward then, his face so close to mine. It barely registered that his lips were against mine. I pulled back in protest. "Roman!" "I'm sorry." He said, his hands dropping from my shoulders back to his sides. We stood in silence. "I always wanted you." he said finally. "What?" "Ever since we began talking I wanted you. Laura loved me, but she didn't understand me, didn't know what I wanted. You did." I shook my head, "Roman, you're confused. You're on the rebound, it's -" "No, I'm not confused." he said sternly, "I'm sure I've been falling in love with you." And there it was, out in the open. "You," I stuttered, "You love me?" His arms wrapped around me, and he just held me, his strong hands against the small of my back. He put his face in my hair and breathed in deeply. "Roman," I said, "What does this mean?" "I don't know." He let go. "I'll be back in a moment." he said, turning and going into the bathroom once more. What had just happened? My friend had just confessed his love for me! My mind was spinning. I turned and saw his bed, a sprawling California king, that seemed rather inviting at this moment. I shimmied out of my undergarments and slipped in to it, the silky sheets tenderly rolling over my body, readying me for what was to come. What would he say when he returned to find me in his bed? It was now or never - I would hand myself over to him if that's what he wanted, and he could take me or leave me. He came out in his pajamas, and his hair was slightly damp from what seemed like him washing it. I laid before him on the silken sheets, watching as he inched closer. He had on a dark blue shirt that seemed to be made of the same fabric as the sheets. His pants were also of the odd material and hung loosely from his hips. He was barefoot and his shirt hung open exposing his nearly hairless chest. He padded to the bed and stood at the head, eyeing me. "I've been waiting for this." he said, a sad look on his face. "As have I." Silence. He grabbed the sheet and slowly pulled it from my body, exposing my now hardened nipples and trembling skin. He stared. A warm hand came up to caress my calf, soft lips striking me on the sensitive place where the knee meets the shin. I shivered. The hands moved, running fingertips up my legs until they came to stroke my belly. He moved onto the bed, one of his legs between my own. I felt his hardness against my thigh. I looked into his eyes as he was above me. He looked very serious, but handsome too. "Do you love me?" he asked intently. "I love you." A pause, "Do you need me?" "I need you." He closed his eyes as if in gratitude. He opened them again, a glare of desire in his eyes. He kissed me then, softly, his lips seeking to part mine, bringing my lower lip into his mouth. He tasted like the sweet cigars he smoked and smelled like a mixture of the smoke, his spicy cologne and the musk of his own body. It was intoxicating. I threw my arms around him, gripping the muscles of his bac and shoulders through his shirt. Upon feeling that he nearly ripped it off in a struggle to press our hot bodies together. My breasts pressed up against his chest as he crushed me to him. We covered each other in kisses. I found his earlobe and gave it a nibble before moving to his temple and down to his jawbone where I placed tiny kisses all the way to his chin. He moved slightly and pulled his pants off. His manhood, hard and angry looking, bobbed up and down. Once more he captured my lips before burying himself in me. I convulsed around him, struck with ecstasy as I felt him fill me completely. He pulled back and dug himself into me for effect and kissed me again. His hands grabbed my ass as he began to slide in and out. My own reached down to caress his bacside as he moved. There was a light sweat that covered him, I felt it as I kissed his temple and when I ran my hand accross his feverish skin. There was no care in the world as we made love. Time seemed to melt away. We held each other dearly, as if the other was the most precious thing in the world. His breathing became more labored as he neared his finish, panting in my ear and whispering sweet nothings. I felt him pulse inside of me, his seed fiercely spilling out of him as he squeezed me to him. I was surprised by his outburst. After he caught his breath he slid out of me and laid beside me, one hand in my hair, the other stroking one of my breasts. We didn't speak. There was no reason. Together we slept, finding comfort in the other's presence. He looked so sweet when he slept. The last thing I remember before drifting off was the unusual look of peace on his face. Ah yes, I thought, the man I love. When I awoke he was still there, and he too was awake, watching me intently. "Good morning." I said, kissing him. His hands reached for my buttocks again where he first playfully slapped, then squeezed, "You know, I had a lovely night last night, but I don't remember much about the woman that seduced me. All I remember is her deriere." he grinned. I swatted at him, "So nice that all you can recall is my backside!" We laughed and moved together. Soon I was on top of him, pinning him down, kissing him. It felt right for once. It felt like it was meant to be. I looked up and saw a large mirror on the side of his bed. "Look," I said pointing. It was a lovely sight of skin against skin and limbs entwined, hard to make out what was what, it was all just a tangle of flesh. He took my hand and kissed my fingertips. "Two as one now." I gazed into his eyes, wanting to fall into them, wanting to be a part of him as the image of us in the mirror would convey. I never wanted to give him up. As we made love again that morning, the sun's rays creeping in to shine accross our bodies, I knew that there was nothing more than this.