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Cherry Pie

By: One-Shot Mama



“Hey there, Cherry Pie…  How’s business?”

Cherry furrowed her brows and turned toward the man addressing her.  Her mouth was prepped to spew forth a string of expletives, but instead lifted into a bright smile.

“Oh, hey,” she called out to the handsome young man crossing the street to meet her.  “I’m off duty right now.”

The nighttime street- glistening from an earlier rain and the streetlights- was completely dead as nineteen year-old Cherise Davidou stopped, her purse slung over her shoulder.  She had just gotten off work at the coffee shop and was on her way home for a quick shower before heading to her next job.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jacob said sarcastically, playfully, as he jumped up on the curb.  “With that little getup, I figured you were hunting.”

Cherise- or Cherry to her customers- glanced down at her outfit and mock-grimaced.  That night she was wearing her low-rider jeans and a tight, red cami with no bra.  The tips of her shapely 36C breasts poked though the material, courtesy of the night chill.  

She looked back up and tossed her auburn hair off of her shoulder.  “Everything I wear turns you on, baby.”

Jacob smiled warmly and opened his arms.  They pulled into a tight embrace, and he kissed her cheek.  “So, are you busy tonight?” he whispered into her ear.

She gave him a good squeeze and pulled away, readjusting her purse strap.  “Nope,” she said, shaking her head.  “You’re in luck.”

Jacob and his wife, Cassie, had been part of her selective clientele for a little over six months.  Being a college freshman, trying to pay her way through school, she had a small group of discreet and carefully-chosen people that she sometimes performed favors for.  The money earned from these favors was fairly good, with most of her customers part of a group of friends who were comfortably wealthy.  The only problem was that most of them were also well-acquainted with the Dean of Haughton College, Mr. Thornton.  

Most of them were very friendly and would never tell Dean Thornton.  Jacob and Cassie Farrell were part of that group.  There were, however, a few that enjoyed the leverage they held over her and used it to their advantage.  Hillvale was a relatively small town, and news traveled quite fast.  Cherry had to be very careful, going along with the requests and commands of those who wouldn’t hesitate to tell her secret.

“Why don’t you just come on over, and you can shower at the house,” Jacob offered.  

Cherry smiled and nodded.  “I really wasn’t looking forward to taking those steps anyway.”  

The boarding house she stayed in- although cozy and quiet- was four stories, and her room was at the top.  She’d lived on campus for a while, but when she began her favor-giving excursions she knew she needed a different place.  

The two of them walked silently but briskly across the street toward Jacob’s Camry.  She’d been in that car more times than she could count, and she loved the way it smelled.  She loved sitting next to Jacob- who, at the vibrant but mature age of 31- was strikingly good-looking and well-built.  He taught physical education at the high school, where his wife just happened to teach Senior English.  They were independently wealthy, having inherited their country home and surrounding land- in addition to a hefty bit of money- from Cassie’s late parents.  Cassie- who was 27- had grown up in Hillvale, briefly moving to New York when she married Jacob, a native of Albany.  When her parents were killed in a car wreck a couple years before, they’d moved back and gotten on at the school.  

Cherry thought the world of them both, but it was Jacob who she especially enjoyed spending time with.  Aside from his voracious but generous sexual proclivities, he was an extremely easygoing and fun-loving man.  They had conversations about a multitude of things during their rides to the house on the outskirts of town, and he always made her laugh.  

Though it was strictly off-limits as part of her casual deal with the Farrells, sometimes Cherry gave Jacob a small preview of what was to come in the car.  Cassie had expressly forbidden any type of sexual activity between Cherry and Jacob when not in her presence, but every now and then the two of them would give in to their desires and break the rule.  Most often it would start out with Jacob rubbing her thigh as he talked.  From there it would escalate to him rubbing her pussy through whatever she was wearing, and the feel of his hand on her just drove her insane with lust.  He would make a deal with her- she would suck him off as he drove down the long road that led to the property, and if she swallowed his cum, he promised her some extra cash when Cassie wasn’t looking.  

She could tell that night’s drive wouldn’t be one of those special ones as they fastened their seatbelts.  She was in a particularly lustful mood, and she licked her lips frequently, a silent signal that she was willing to give him head.  He did not make a move, though, as they drove down Main Street.  He frequently looked through his tinted windows, indicating to her that he’d met someone he knew on the way to her place.  

He wasn’t so nervous that he couldn’t converse.  “Cass bought a new dildo Saturday night,” he said, amusement in his voice.  “It’s a huge, hunking thing.”

“Really?” she asked, an interested lilt to her voice.

He nodded.  “All she’s talked about is using it on you.”

Cherry chuckled.  “She’s saving it for me?  Aww…”

Jacob chuckled.  “Yep.  She just won’t shut up about it, Cherry Pie.  She’s been constantly describing how she wants to stick it in her mouth and fuck you with it.”

“Mmm…” she moaned, shifting in her seat.  

Cassie was a very pretty woman, very feminine and fit.  She had long, raven hair that she always wore down, relishing the appreciative looks she got from the men in town.  Her breasts, though not as ample as Cherry’s, were high and proud and capped with large, thick brown nipples that Cherry loved to suck.  She had a trim little waist and a firm little ass, and she looked extremely hot in a pair of jeans and a tube top.  The vision of Cassie’s exotic mouth wrapped around a dildo, pumping Cherry’s wet pussy with it, really got her juices flowing.  She imagined Jacob laying underneath her as she rested on all fours, licking her swollen clit as she hungrily sucked on his 8-inch cock.  

She sighed and leaned back in her seat.  “I can’t wait.”

“Me, either,” Jacob said huskily, gripping the wheel a bit tighter.  “I had to lock myself in the bathroom this morning, thinking about that tight little puss of yours.”

Cherry laughed.  “Whatever will you guys do when I graduate and move away?”

“Buy a lot of plane tickets, I guess,” he chuckled.

The rest of the drive was nice, the radio playing seventies easy rock.  Feeling mischievous, Cherry occasionally reached over and brushed her fingers over the bulge in his pants.  She was even so bold as to offer him a handjob, no charge.  He just playfully smacked her hand away from his obvious erection, telling her to be patient.  

They pulled into the driveway and slowly made their way down to the garage, Jacob’s erection standing out against the bottom of the steering wheel through his shorts.  As they pulled into the garage, she caressed his cock one last time.  He placed his hand over hers and jerked himself a few times before cutting off the engine and unlocking the doors.  

Cassie was waiting inside the door, in the spacious kitchen.  She had just finished up the dishes, and looked incredibly sexy in a pair of snug jeans and a tank top.  Her long tresses were pulled up in a messy bun, and Cherry fought the urge to yank those shiny locks free as the two women embraced.  

“I need a shower, hunny,” Cassie said in her sweet southern accent as they broke the hug.  “I’ll just go run myself through the sprinkler and I’ll be right down.”

“Cherry Pie needs a shower, too, baby,” Jacob said, cocking his eyebrow impishly.  

Cassie licked her lips and smiled.  “Well, I s’pose we could double up.  Save hot water…  How does that sound, Cherry Pie?”

Cherry tossed her purse into one of the breakfast chairs and ran her fingers through her hair.  “Sounds excellent, Cass.”

“Shall we?”

As they made their way up the stairs to the second floor, Cherry watched Cassie’s ass as it swayed in front of her face.  She wanted to reach up and knead those tender cheeks, slowly sliding her hand between Cass’s legs to rub the warmth there.  

“Come on in the bedroom and we’ll take our clothes off,” Cassie said, grabbing the post at the top of the stairs and swinging right.  

The walked into the enormous bedroom, done in simple, country style.  Cassie sauntered over to the king-size bed and began to unfasten her jeans, watching Cherry through heavy-lidded eyes.  Grinning, Cherry made a show of pulling her halter over her head and tossing it in the floor at the foot of the bed.  

“I love your tits, Cherry Pie,” Cassie said, bending over slightly to push her jeans down her shapely legs, still staring at Cherry.  She wore no panties underneath, and her shaven pussy was slightly flared, revealing her rather large clit.

Cherry brushed her hair back and slid her hands down her neck to her full breasts, impishly cupping them and squeezing them.  Her nipples puckered, and she used her index fingers to tease them.  The sensation was wonderful, with Cassie’s deep brown eyes watching her.  

Cassie stepped out of her jeans, pulling her tank top over her head.  Cherry watched with delight as Cass’s thick nipples hardened from the air hitting her bare skin.  

“Come on, hunny,” Cassie said softly, turning toward the bathroom and motioning for Cherry to follow.  

They walked into the bathroom, the large showertub standing open against the wall.  With a sexy smile, Cassie stepped inside and turned on the water.  The spray hit her chest and she closed her eyes, leaning back and allowing the water to pour down on her breasts.

Cherry quietly stepped into the tub behind Cass and closed the door.  Cassie quickly turned to face her and ran her hand over Cherry’s hip to cup her ass.  “You’re mine, now,” she breathed, yanking Cherry against her.

They closed their eyes and kissed, their tongues immediately meshing together.  There was no need for pretense or romantic smacking.  They had been doing this long enough that they knew what they were after, and how to get there.  They could do this.  Although Cherry and Jacob were not allowed to play on their own, Jacob actually encouraged it between she and Cassie.

Cherry broke the fervent kiss, breathing heavily.  Her hands inched up Cassie’s wet ribcage to her breasts, and she leaned forward to take one of Cass’s thick nipples into her mouth.  Cassie leaned back, her eyes closed, and moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, baby…” she breathed, her fingers twining in Cherry’s hair.  “I love this…”

Cherry’s tongue and lips teased Cassie’s nipple, alternately licking and sucking, as she ran her other hand down to Cassie’s pussy.  She slid her forefinger up and down her slit, teasing Cassie’s clit.  She was extremely wet, the warm liquid quickly washing away under the spray.  

Cassie moaned louder, pressing her pussy against Cherry’s hand.  She reached beside her and grabbed the soap, then slid it over Cherry’s shoulder and down her back.  “Put your fingers in me, Cherry Pie,” she commanded, sliding the soap between Cherry’s ass cheeks.  

Cherry obeyed, slipping first one finger, then slowly another into Cassie’s tight pussy.  She wished she could hear the sound of Cassie’s juices over the roar of the shower as she fingered her.  Her own pussy was alive with lust, the feel of the soap and Cassie’s fingers on her asshole.  

She pulled away from Cassie’s breast with a smack, the nipple long and hard.  She briefly ran her tongue over the other and sucked it, then placed her lips to Cassie’s smooth throat.  “I want to taste you, Cass,” she whispered harshly, her fingers pumping steadily in and out of Cass’s pussy.  “I want to suck your fat clit and tongue-fuck you until you cum…”

Cassie moaned loudly as Cherry began to nibble at her neck.  She dropped the soap and continued to rub Cherry’s asshole as her other hand slid down Cherry’s stomach to her bald pussy.  Her wet hair clung to her neck and back, and she shook it free, undulating against Cherry’s hand.

Cherry pulled back and separated herself from Cassie.  She grabbed her hips and kissed her, turning her around and pushing her down on the side of the tub.  Smiling, she kneeled down in front of her and gently pressed her legs apart.  Cassie pressed her hands to the side of the tub to steady herself, gazing down at Cherry’s angelic face as the spray hit her, matting her auburn hair down.

Cherry leaned forward and inhaled Cassie’s scent, nuzzling her smooth pussy lips.  “Your taste drives me mad,” she said, teasing Cassie’s clit with her nose.  

Cassie shivered and moaned at the sensation, pressing her hips forward.  She wanted to grab Cherry by her red hair and shove her face into her congested pussy.  “Eat me, Cherry Pie,” she whispered, using one hand to cup the back of Cherry’s head.  “Make me cum… Suck my juices out…”

Moaning, Cherry stuck out her tongue and ran it down Cassie’s slit to her wet hole, then back up to her clit.  She circled the swollen nub with the tip of her tongue for a moment, then set about fervently wiggling her tongue across it.

Cassie tangled her fingers in Cherry’s hair and pressed her forward.  “Oh, baby…” she moaned, her head lolling back.  Her hips undulated in a rhythm like music as Cherry’s expert tongue ran laps over her clit.

Cherry had always loved eating pussy.  Since her first experience with another girl in her junior year of high school, the taste and feel of smooth pussy flesh excited her, as though she were licking and sucking away at an ice cream cone.  She loved the feel of a woman’s musky juices dribbling down her chin, greasing her lips.  The best, though, was the sensation of tongue meeting the wash of juice as she came, Cherry’s tongue in her quivering hole.  

Cassie was now rocking back and forth, side to side, grasping Cherry’s hair in her tightly-clenched fist.  She moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the bathroom and reverberating.  Cherry sucked hungrily on her hard clit, pressing two fingers into her.

Suddenly the bathroom door flew open, hitting the wall behind it.  Both Cherry and Cassie jumped, pulling apart and standing.  The curtain flew open, and Jacob looked in on them, chuckling.  He was totally nude, and very erect.

“I knew I couldn’t trust you two,” he joked, slowly stroking his cock.  

Cassie bit her lip and looked down, mock-regretful.  “Well I guess we’ll just have to make it up to you by suckin’ your cock and sharin’ your hot cum.”

Jacob groaned, stroking a bit harder.  “You girls clean?”

Cherry turned the water off.  “Clean enough to get dirty,” she simpered.

Jacob smiled.  “Oh, yeah…  I’m gonna get you little sluts very dirty.”

Cherry wrung out her hair and stepped out of the tub, casually reaching out and taking over the job of stroking Jacob’s cock.  She looked over at Cassie, who was stepping out on the other side.  “Can I go first, Cass?”

Cassie pretended to think about it.  “I guess you can, Cherry Pie.  Do a good job, or you’ll be punished.”

Cherry nodded and dropped to her knees in front of Jacob.  Still stroking, she looked up at him.  “You gonna feed me a hot load, daddy?”

“Fuckin’ A…”  He placed his hands on either side of her head.  “I’m gonna fill your pretty mouth so full of cum that you choke.”

She moaned with delight, sticking out her tongue and circling the head of his cock as she pumped him.  Jacob nodded and smiled, looking over at Cassie.  “Come here, baby…”

Cassie slowly sauntered over to him, gently smoothing her hand over Cherry’s hair.  She leaned her head back and accepted a deep kiss from her husband.  “Want me to help the kid out?” she whispered breathlessly, pulling away.  

Jacob looked down at Cherry, whose lips were fastened around his cock head.  “Nah…  She’s doing fine by herself…  I have something better for you.”

He pulled Cherry away from his cock, and she playfully whined.  “It’s okay, sweet Cherry,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up.

He put his arms around the waists of the two young women.  “Let’s hit the bedroom.”  

Cherry Pie



The lights were off, the light of the crescent moon casting enough of a glow to offset the darkness. Her props were in place and she was nearly dressed. The outfit she had chosen was sex kittenish without being trashy. She loved red and looked hot in it. She wondered why she didn't wear it more often. Sliding her stockings into place, she clipped them to the crimson garters and stood admiring her costume. The lacey corset was tight but accentuated her small waist and added a little something extra to her already sumptuous breasts. She checked her hair as she stepped into a pair of matching stilettos. She had decided to wear her long hair up, mostly to keep out of her way while she worked but it also gave a sexier quality to the ensemble. She turned a quick glance at her backside and smiled, taut and round like cherry tomatoes. Just then she heard the front door shut. Her game was about to begin.

She walked into the living room, standing confident waiting for him to notice her. There was only one light on, in the corner so it took him a moment to pick her out of the shadows. He began to walk toward her and then he took a step back. Standing in front of him was not his sweet grade school teacher girlfriend. This girl, this woman was a creature of the night. Dressed head to toe in blood red leather and lace. Gloves, garters, stockings and six inch heels, the only thing he recognized was the soft honey colored hair piled on top of her head. He called out to her, a slow smile spread across her lush mouth. She didn't answer with hello but stalked over to him and took him by the hand. 

Dumbfounded he could do nothing but follow. She pulled him into the bedroom, the door closing with a soft click. His eyes attempted to adjust to the darkness while she pushed and pulled him onto their king-sized bed. He didn't realize what she was doing until his wrists were already secured above his head. She was working on his left ankle when he began to resist, her head snapped up and she gave him a look that stilled him immediately. He didn't really know what her game was but she made it clear she was in charge and that excited him to no end. She finished securing his legs and left enough play for him to move about six inches in either direction. His hands however were held tightly together at the headboard. She looked up at him and again smiled. She could tell he was still in a bit of shock after all this was way out of character for her. 

She held his gaze as she moved to straddle his waist. Immediately he felt her warmth on him and glanced down to confirm she wasn't wearing panties. He was immediately thrown at the discovery that she was shaved. He felt a surge in his groin and saw her try to hide a smile. She knew what she was doing and the fact that such simple movements were already making him squirm excited her. She saw no sense in mindlessly undoing each button and instead in one swift motion ripped his shirt open. She heard him mouth an expletive under his breath and laughed. She ran her hands over his chest, hard, warm, with a light covering of dark hair. He worked out and his body showed it. Her hands moved down to his pants and deftly worked them down to his calves. She loved the feel of his thick muscles under her hands and continued massaging his body glancing up whenever he uttered appreciation of her skills. When she had him good and relaxed she moved off him and stood up over him.

He was watching her intently anxious to know what was next, he was not prepared for the show she was about to give. In one moment her hair came tumbling down in wild waves and the beginning of Warrant's Cherry Pie filled the room. She began to dance, moving her body in undulating rhythm to the rock music. She seductively teased her leather corset open taking the swollen mounds of creamy flesh between scarlet-gloved fingers, taunting her nipples until they were ripe. He licked his lips wanting them in his mouth. She continued the dance, finally ridding herself of the binding restraint. Turning around she bent over to release her stockings giving him a full view of a perfectly pink pussy begging to be fucked. If he wasn't hard before, he sure as hell was now. He started to pull at the tight holdings, needing to touch her. Left in only her arm length gloves, stockings and stilettos she slowly wound herself down with the music, brushing her hair to the side she lowered cherry red lips onto his hot throbbing flesh. 

At her first touch he nearly came off the bed. Her mouth was so warm and soft, moving maliciously slow down the length of him. He could see her swallow every inch and moved to thrust into that sweet tunnel. She reached up and lightly raked sharp red fingernails down his chest in warning. She was driving him to madness, watching her wet lips and tongue slide up and around and down his cock. He wasn't used to taking the back seat in their sex life although he wasn't going to complain tonight. She slid her fingers up between his legs, kneading gently the taut skin below his penis. His eyes rolled back at the new sensation, she watched him reveling in the unexpected pleasures she was demonstrating. Her own fire had begun to build at his excitement. 

She could feel the wetness between her legs growing and hastened back to her task of driving him crazy. She knew he couldn't stand being restrained but it stimulated her even more. She picked up the pace of her oral assault taking him deep into her throat. She moved her other hand so that it slid up and down with her mouth, leaving no ground uncovered. He moved, fighting desperately the urge to fuck her naughty little mouth. She swallowed him several more times before she slowed down not wanting to end the delicious torture too soon. Painstakingly she took her mouth from him and slid her body up the length of his, tearing from him a low growl at the feel of her satin smooth skin against his sweaty torso. Leaning close to his face, she brushed her lips across his, smiling at his futile effort to capture her with his tongue. So helpless he was, she could see the veins in his arms as he was straining against her love ties. 

She sat up, spreading her legs wide to straddle his waist once again. She leaned back grabbing the tops of his thighs and lowered herself on top of him. As soon as she leaned back he prepared himself for the inevitable, he felt the head of his cock pressing against the most luscious of openings. He could see clearly her moist lips widening to accept him and frantically bucked underneath her. He needed to be inside, he wanted to bury himself but it was all her. She paced herself rhythmically, taking enough of him to fill her but not as much as he wanted, she knew. 

After several moments of riding her hog-tied cowboy she altered her position and slid one hand between her slippery lips to feel him sliding in and out of her. She guided her fingers around the base of his cock and savored the sensation of her honey coating him. When he felt her hands on him again he pushed upwards and caught her off guard, pushing a little deeper hitting that spot inside her and made her eyes widen. She had been slowly building to her release and the feel of his manhood pressing into her tender flesh sent white hot lightening coursing through her body. She removed her fingers from him and began to ply her most sensitive area. Circling her clit with her middle finger, using light pressure, she felt the dizzying heat began to bubble beneath her skin. He watched her in amazement, her tight body glistening with sex, driving down upon him with calculated motions, directing her body toward a blissful finale. He was merely a toy, to be used, played with and he was loving every minute. His own orgasm was fast approaching and he could be still no longer. 

Her breathing was quickening in tune to her nimble fingers, her pussy tightening around his straining cock, she was still in control, pumping him repeatedly. He pushed into her as much as he could from his confined position, meeting her writhing body. She began to unravel, tossing her head back, crying out his name. He felt her quickening on top of him and had to have more. She barely heard the tearing over the sound of her own cries and their rapid breathing but she definitely felt his strong hands when he grabbed her ass and he flipped her onto her back driving into her, filling her completely. Coming all over him, engulfing him in her sweet sex, his name torn from her throat, he poured his seed into to her. Breathless they both lie, ripped scarves hanging lifelessly, one long glove tossed carelessly over a stiletto heel and the room permeated with the scent of fiery passion



Cherry Pie



The funeral was over and I had had enough of Aunt Enid's preaching so I left my grandmother's house and headed into downtown Lexington. The evening traffic had ended and I found myself trolling the back alleys of my childhood, remembering the old haunts that I'd visited when I was last here. 

I'd had such a good time growing up in Kentucky. We were poor but we always found some way to have fun. My cousin, Laurie, and I were especially close, being the same age and graduating the same year from the high school that we both had the bad luck to attend. We laughed through most of the ceremony, high on pot and went to the after parties together, having possibly the best times of our lives.

Laurie did not attend the funeral and I headed over to the last address I had for her, astounded to find a strange woman at her door.

"Does Laurie Metcalf live here?"

"Yes."

Her clear green eyes scoured me and I felt naked under her scrutiny. "Uh, can I talk to her?"

"Who are you?"

"Her cousin! Who the hell are you?"

"Look, I don't know who the hell you are and I'm not letting anyone else hurt her ... "

"Gina!"

The shout from behind the door caused the handsome woman to shut up and she stepped out of sight. The door opened and my cousin stood there, her eyes widening at the sight of me. "Gary!" We hugged warmly and I flashed Gina a mean glance, then closed my eyes and pressed my cousin's ripe body against mine. "I wondered if you were here."

I stepped back, looking at her. "Why didn't you come to the funeral?"

"You know why. You know those stupid people." She let me in, standing next to Gina. "Gary, this is my lover, Gina. Gina, this is my brother, Gary."

"I thought you said you were an only child." Gina said but Laurie smiled at me.

"Gary and I are legally cousins but we feel like we're brothers." She sneezed and we both stared at her.

"She has a cold." Gina said, pushing her toward the bedroom. "She won't go to bed."

"Laurie, you need to go to bed." I helped Gina steer her into the bedroom. Gina shook her head and smiled at me. 

"You know her well, eh?"

"We grew up together." I spoke a little louder so Laurie could hear my words. "And I know that she's a bitch when she gets sick."

"Gary ... "

"You don't have anything to say, Laurie. He knows you better than I do."

I looked across the bed at Gina and grinned. "I don't know about better ... " Her cheeks flamed with red and I finished tucking Laurie into the bed, pinching her cheek as our grandmother used to do to us. "Get some rest. I expect you to go to Grammy's grave with me tomorrow."

Laurie sniffled, pulling the covers up around her. "Do I have to?"

"Did Grammy love you?"

"Yes."

"And did you love Grammy?"

"Yes."

"Then you know that you have to go see Grammy."

My cousin started sobbing and Gina hugged her while I looked on, rubbing both of their backs until Laurie had fallen asleep. We quietly left the room and Gina went into the kitchen, gathering glasses into the sink and rinsing them.

"You know, she wanted to go." Gina began. "But your Aunt Enid told her that she couldn't bring me."

"Doesn't surprise me." I sat at the island, noticing the graceful swell of her breasts and the smooth muscles in her long legs. "Our family's pretty much fucked up but Grammy was always cool."

"Yeah, I know." Gina smiled warmly. "We visited her in the hospital just before she died. Enid ran us out."

I returned her smile. "Guess you lucked out."

Gina didn't reply immediately, then turned to me. "Want a piece of cherry pie? I made it myself."

I was really ready to leave but I couldn't turn down a piece of homemade cherry pie. "Okay."

I wasn't really paying attention as I slugged down the beer that Gina gave me. When she called my name, I was amazed at what I saw. Gina was naked, her beautiful body open to my scrutiny and a slice of cherry pie artfully placed at her crotch. "Laurie told me about you two fucking. I just hoped that you'd include me in the festivities."

I thought for a moment, temporarily upset at the fact that Laurie had revealed our secret to someone but understanding enough to realize that she cared that much about Gina. "Gina ... "

"I thought you'd need some time to get used to it so I'm just asking for you to have a little pie." She spread her legs farther open, looking at me with a smile. "Please?"

I couldn't really think. I leaned between her legs and took a big of the cherry pie, pushing my tongue against her pussy lips. She moaned and I repeated the action, each time clearing a little more pie and licking more of her pussy. I continued to press my tongue into her cherry slit, enjoying the thick red juice and mixing it with her clear pussy juice. Gina was tasty and I loved every bit of her, sucking, licking and cleaning until the only piece remaining was a tiny scrap of crust and one glistening cherry.

Gina leaned back, raising the hood on her mound and giving me a wink. I dove. Cherry and golden crust crossed my lips and my tongue wrapped around her clit, catapulting her into the stratosphere. Her cum mixed with the sweet cherry juice and I stood up, licking my lips.

"Pretty good." Gina slid down, her legs still trembling. "Shall we have it a la mode?" 



Cherry Pie



Friday night out late and without a date. Bobby Quiff had struck out again and was on his way home from the local night club. He first needed a bite to eat to help soak up the alcohol swishing about in his gut. Nothing like stuffing your face late at night to help squash the loneliness overflowing from too many beers. Bobby usually at least got a phone number, and on a rare occasion a one-night-fuck. Unfortunately, he had bought too many drinks for too many girls and got wasted in the meantime; striking out altogether. 

The fish were just nibbling tonight, thought Bobby. Sucks. Now I have to sober up before making the drive home... all alone.  Bobby pulled into a little dinner that he had eaten in a few times, and expected nothing more than a greasy hamburger, soggy fries, and a cup of Joe. A cup of Joe, thought Bobby. What am I from the twenties?  He parked and stumbled into the diner trying not to look loaded. Bobby could only see a few people in the diner as he entered. There were two couples siting in booths and one old guy at the counter. Usually, Bobby wouldn't mind taking a seat at the counter, but tonight he wanted to stretch out in a booth by the back wall away from the chit-chat of other customers.

A waitress made her way over to Bobby with a pot of coffee. Vera, known for her candid assessment of her clientèle, had seen this scene many times before. A loaded lonely guy strolls in late at night after striking out at a party or nightclub, and arrives in search of self-pity-food. Vera stood over Bobby and poured him the coffee without even asking.

"Hey handsome. You coming from a club or something?" asked Vera.

"Yeah. Thought I'd grab a bite before I head home," replied Bobby.

"Let me guess. A cheeseburger with fries?" Vera put down the pot of coffee and took out her order pad.

"Ah, make that just a hamburger. Cheese upsets my stomach." Bobby replied.

Vera wrote down his order. "Sure thing hon." She picked up the coffee pot and walked back behind the counter to give the cook the order. Bobby sips of his coffee. Ya, this will wake me up. It's so peaceful in here, I could take a quick nap, mused Bobby. The noise level was pretty low and didn't help keep Bobby from drifting off. He blinked his eyes hard and took another sip. Two pair of headlights swept across the diners windows and gave Bobby a startle. Looks like the quiet factor is going away, thought Bobby. The two cars parked and a horde of teenagers spilled out into the parking lot. From what Bobby could tell, it looked like cheerleaders, and some jocks. He could also see them finishing off a few beers before they got out of the car. 

It must be kids from the local high school coming in after a football team, pondered Bobby. Gosh, those were the days. Hanging out after a high school football game was just as fun as the game itself. You always looked forward to the hunt for cunt after all the excitement and boozing from a hidden bottle under your coat. Everyone drank at the games, and the teachers were none the wiser. Cheerleader pussy had to be the best, at least that's what I heard. Those jocks got it made, contemplated Bobby.

Bobby took another sip before the teenagers stormed in. The two couples siting at the other end of the diner had just finished their meal and did not look happy as the rowdy group made their way in. They promptly paid their bill and hurried out the door after the high school kids found their booth, not far from Bobby. The old man on the other hand sat at the counter, unnerved by the boisterous kids.

As they crowded into the booth, Bobby's waitress appeared with his food.

"Hope those rowdy kids don't bother you," said the waitress. "High school jocks can be such assholes. My boyfriend used to be a rough and macho football player and he treated me pretty bad... in a sort of good way though. Anyway, let me know if they bother you."

Bobby answered sounding a little more sober now. "No, they should be fine. I don't mind." Bobby took a bite of the burger as the waitress went back to the counter to checkup on the old man. The rowdy kids were fooling around and settling into their booths. The guys were loud and vulgar as most high school jocks are, and the cheerleaders were pretending to have distaste for their boyfriends immature antics. Some of the jocks were trying to snap the bras of two of the girls as they hit back calling them 'jerks'. 

Biff, the team captian sat next to his girlfriend Stephanie, and every now and then his hand worked its way along her thigh under the table. Stephanie would quickly brush his hand away and focus on talking with her friend next to her. Bobby would even take her hand and place it on his groin. "Come on baby," he whispered to her. "Let's fool around a little under the table. Why don't you give me a victory BJ?"

"No way perv. You can wait till we get back to the car." Stephanie said in a disgusted tone.

The two girls eventually fought their way out of the booth. "Come on Jen. I got to pee." said the big-busted, brown haired, beauty. The cheerleader pulled her friend out of the booth.

"Okay. Hold on." replied Jenny. One of the jocks slapped her on the ass as she got up. Bobby tried not took look, but was taken in by the two very sexed-up sweeties. The bathroom happened to be behind Bobby, so the girls made their way past him. Bobby actually still looked good in his clubbing attire despite being somewhat wasted. Stephanie took notice and smiled at Bobby as she passed by. Jenny also smiled as she pushed her friend into the bathroom. I just hope their boyfriends didn't see that, thought Bobby. He looked over at the rest of the gang and they were busy congratulating themselves over their win. Bobby could hear the girls giggling in the bathroom behind him as he took another bite of his burger. At least I'm sober now. Guess I'll finish this and head home.

The waitress was asking the rowdy jocks what they wanted and they attempted to get under her skin by responding with stupid comments .

Biff, the boyfriend of Stephanie was giving Vera a hard time. "Ah, do you recommend eating your fish taco?" The other guys laughed.

"Cute," replied Vera. "You guys want something or are you just gonna fuck around here?" The guys all gasped.

"Yeah, we wanna eat. We wanna eat your cherry pie." Once again the guys high-fived each other.

"Whatever. Let me know when you're ready to order." Vera turned around and went back behind the counter.

Just then, Bobby noticed the two girls coming out of the restroom. They stopped to talk to each other before returning.

"That Biff can be just a dick." said Jennifer.

"I know. I don't know why I go out with him." pondered Stephanie.

"Cause he has a BIG dick?" replied Jennifer.

"Oh ya." giggled Stephanie

Stephanie took out her cell phone and looked for any messages. The girls slowly walk past Bobby, and Stephanie, not paying attention bumped into Bobby's shoulder. The bump knocked the phone out of her hand and fell to the floor right in front of Bobby's table. At the same time Bobby reached over to pickup the phone, Stephanie bent down to pick it up too. As Bobby leaned over, he got a great view of Stephanie's thong under her cheer-leading skirt. They both pause a moment as they almost pick up the phone at the same time.

Stephanie spoke up first. "Oh thanks. I could have gotten it. I can't tell you how many times I dropped this thing. I don't believe it still works actually."

"No problem. I've dropped mine a few times too." Bobby said as he tried hard to look at her face and not at her crotch. It almost seemed like she was giving Bobby a free peek of her underwear, because she stayed in that position for longer than she needed too. Finally Bobby sat up. Suddenly Biff was standing behind Stephanie. His bulking presence startled Bobby.

"Oh hi," Bobby nervously responded.

"Hey pretty boy. You making a move on my gal?" Stephanie finally stood up and hit Biff on the shoulder.

"No idiot. He was being a gentleman and picked up my phone."

"I don't know. I saw him making goggle eyes at you." said Biff

"That's google eyes you dumb-ass!" Stephanie shot back. "Plus, what if he was interested in me. I bet a cute guy like him would love to fuck a wild cheerleader like me." Stephanie reached over and stroked Bobby's hair.

Bobby smiled at first, then stopped as Biff gave him the evil-eye. "Oh, I don't want any trouble here. You kids can go back to your table do what you want. I'm not really interested in your girlfriend." Bobby tried to ignore them and ate a few fries from his plate.

Biff looked even more perturbed now. "Oh, so now my gal ain't good enough for you? This piece of ass ain't your type huh?" Bobby slaped Stephanie on the rear. 

"Come on Biff. Leave him alone." Stephanie said as she tried to go back to their booth. Bobby stoped her. "If you're so sweet on him, why don't you blow him under the table."

"You would like to see me suck his cock, wouldn't you? Well, maybe I will."

Bobby sat up, wide awake. Stephanie pushed Bobby over as she took a seat next to him in the booth. She reached over and stroked his groin.

"Hey you don't have to do this. I was just trying to pickup your phone. Or maybe I was trying to pick her up, pondered Bobby. Plus, if the waitress sees this, she might call the cops."

Paying no any attention to Bobby, Stephanie continued to snuggle up and continued rubbing his growing penis.

Biff barked back at Bobby. "Hey my old man's on the force. Vera knows that, and she ain't gonna call him. He pretty much leaves us alone."

Jennifer takes a seat next to Stephanie and whispers to her. "Steph, you don't have to do this. Come on lets go back to the table."

"Why don't you help me out Jen? This will teach Biff to boss us around. Plus, this is exciting. Look how big his cock is getting. We can't leave him like this." Stephanie slithered down under the table and placed her head between Bobby's legs. "You don't really mind do you..."

"Ah, what's you name?

"Bobby," replied Bobby.

"Bobby, don't worry, I don't bite." Stephanie said as she begun stroking his groin and kissing his aching bulge. She unziped his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock.

"Wow, he's pretty large." squealed Jen.

"Yeah, looks tasty too." Stephanie engulfed his cock in her mouth, circling her tongue around the tip. Bobby leaned back in his seat and moaned. Jennifer leaned in and took a quick lick of Bobby's cock too. The two girls take turns swallowing his cock and running their tongue up and down his shaft. Biff is still standing over the table watching and is delighted to see two girls blowing a stranger. "That's right whores. Suck his cock good."

Back at the counter, Vera is getting more coffee for Bobby. The cook leans over from behind the counter and tells her that he's going on a quick smoke break. 

"Ya, sure, and is that cherry pie done yet?" exclaims Vera.

"Oh, si," responds Manny. "The pie is right out of the oven." Manny holds up the pie to Vera. She nods and walks over to Bobby's table.

Vera makes her way around Biff whose standing in front of the table. "Hey, what is going on here?"

Biff is startled. "Hey Vera. My girl is just enjoying a late night snack." Vera looks over at Bobby and sees the two girls sucking his cock. Bobby has his head back and eyes closed, so he doesn't see Vera.

"What do you think you girls are doing there?" asks Vera sternly.

Bobby finally opened his eyes and is startled by the waitress standing over him. The two girls continued sucking his cock and pay no attention to anyone watching. Bobby stumbles to explain himself. "Ah, miss, these two girls sort of took me by surprise, and just started blowing me. I tried to stop them, but they were so persistent."

Stephanie motioned to Vera to come closer. Vera leaned over the table to hear what she had to say. "Hey Vera," Stephanie whispered. "We are teaching my idiot of a boyfriend a lesson and trying to make him jealous.

"What kind of lesson is this?" asked a puzzled Vera.

Jennifer took a break from sucking and responded. "Well, Biff is always bossing us around and we thought it would be fun to turn the tables on him."

"Well, Biff is actually enjoying this. He doesn't look jealous at all," exclaimed Vera.

"Hmm," huffs Stephanie. "We'll just have to step it up some."

Vera looked back at Biff and noticed he's been looking under Vera's skirt while she's been leaning over.

"Yeah, you got a sweet ass. Now I know why my dad tapped that," smirked Biff.

Vera got up and faced Biff. "At least your old man gots what it takes to please a women. I don't see you doing much with your girl. Looks like she's doing all work." Biff shrugged not sure what to say.

In the meantime, Stephanie and Jenny get up from under the table and start making out with Bobby. Bobby tried to resist, but the girls are too aggressive. "Don't you think we should take a break. I think everyone has learned a lesson tonight," said Bobby.

"You wanna take a break," asks Stephanie. "I was just getting started. How 'bout you wanna watch me eat my girlfriends pussy? She loves that." Stephanie and Jenny share a sloppy tongue kiss as they move over in the booth. Jenny bends over on her hands and knees with her ass up near Stephanies face.

"Well, this isn't what I meant by a break, but since no one seems to object; go for it." Bobby leaned back to enjoy the show and stroked his cock as Stephanie pulled Jenny's thong down from under her skirt.

Vera spook up again. "I think everyone has had enough here. If you kids want to fool around take it outside. This is a restauraunt. A place to eat."

Biff interjects his wisdom. "Looks like Steph is eating out." he says as he laughs to himself. "Come on babe, you know you want some. From what dad told me, you're a pretty horny chick." Biff smacks her on the ass and rubs her cheeks.

"Your father used to give it to me pretty good. If you could live up to him, the cherry pie is on the house." Vera said as she tried hard to look away from Stephanie eating out Jenny.

"Oh I gotta have me some cherry pie," Biff said enthusiastically. He lifted Vera's skirt and started carressing her ass. Vera started getting turned on and begin squeezing her breasts. Biff leaned Vera over the table again and begins kissing her ass while pulling her thong up and down along her crack. Now that Vera is bent over the table, her head is much closer to Bobby's erect cock. Bobby stroked his rod with one hand and fingered Stephanie with the other as she continued sucking on her friends juicy pussy and asshole. Vera's watched Bobby's cock now as Biff is now going down on her.

"Those girls worked you over pretty good huh?" asked Vera as she licked her lips.

"Ya, these girls are great. Very friendly. Thanks for not throwing us out too," replied Bobby.

"Now problem. We are closing soon anyway. Now let me see what these girls were so hungry for." Vera grabs Bobby's cock and coils her tongue around the tip. She kisses his shaft, then flicks her tongue all around the head. She finally swallows his throbbing meat as she cups his balls. Bobby lets out a moan. 

In the meantime, Biff has taken his pants off and is slowing fucking Vera from behind. The other high school couple finally take notice to what is going on and come over to see the action.

"Damn dude! You got an orgy going on here?" exclaimed Chuck.

"Yeah. I thought you were just going to take a leak," said Mindy, Chucks girlfriend.

"Well," replies Biff, "I had to teach these two whores a lesson. Then Vera here challenged me to fuck her as hard as my dad did. You know I can't resist a challenge."

Mindy turned to Chuck and rubed his chest. "How come you don't fuck me like that? Nice and slow. You're always in and out and on your way."

"Well. Why don't you blow me like Vera there," shot back Chuck.

"I can try, if you want me to?" Mindy grabs Chucks package and proceeds to go down on him. She unzips his pants and pulls out his semi-erect cock. She strokes him vigorously and sucks him until he's fully erect. Chuck looks over at Biff and gives him another high-five.

Now that Stephanie has eaten-out her friend, and has given her a climax, she's ready to get what's coming to her.

"Okay, stud. I want you to fuck me hard." Stephanie climbs on top of Bobby and rides him hard. Vera continues to caress his balls under Stephanie's ass.

"That's right baby, fuck him good. Show me what a little whore you are," commands Biff as he pounds Vera harde. Bobby slowly bangs Stephanie while he rubs her bouncing breasts. Jenny, in the meantime has crawled over to Mindy and has joined in sucking Chucks cock.

While Bobby and his new friends are fucking and sucking, Manny the cook has queitly been watching from behind the counter. He's gotten so aroused that he's been stroking his meat in a fresh cherry pie. The warm, sticky pie and the sights and sounds of the mini-orgy brings Manny closer to an orgasm.

Bobby has moved over to the edge of the booth now where Stephanie is riding him, and Vera, still being doggy fucked by Biff, is now licking Bobby's dick as it moves in and out of Stephanie. She gladly slurps up Stephanie's juices dripping down Bobby's rod. On the other side of the table Chuck and Mindy are going at it while Jenny is below Mindy in a 69 position. She swallows Chuck's balls as he bangs Mindy in the ass switching back to her snatch every now and then. Jenny also switches between her friends pussy and Chuck's sticky cock. Bobby, still in disbelief, but throughly enjoying the sex, is close to shooting his load.

"Oh ya baby. I think you're gonna make me cum," says Bobby as he caresses Stephanie's huge breasts from behind. Vera hears this and takes Bobby's cock out and gives it one more deep blow. Bobby blows his wad all over Stephanies cunt and stomach as Vera strokes his exploding cock. She continues to suck any remaining cum out of him.

Biff is watching from behind Vera and pulls his cock out of her. "God is that sexy baby. I'm gonna blow too." He strokes his cock on Vera's ass and blows his load all over her back.

Back behind the counter, Manny is still watching and blows his load too, right in the cherry pie. He realizes what he's done and tries to cover up the hole he's made in the crust.

Just then Chuck blows his wad all over Mindy's snatch as she fingers Jenny and buries her face in her pussy. Jenny down below laps up his cum from Mindy's dripping cunt causing Mindy to orgasm too. Vera finally gets up and puts her panties back on.

"Wow. That was pretty intense. How about some hot cherry pie on me? There's one fresh out of the oven."

Everyone yells 'Ya!'

"Alright," replies Vera. "One cherry pie coming up." Everyone high-fives each other as Vera walks back to the counter.



Cherry Pie



For as long as I can remember, I've loved to cook. It started when I was very young and I'd help my mother in the kitchen. Eventually I began baking on my own and slowly moved to preparing entire meals. But I'd always loved baking desserts the most. People seemed to enjoy those much more than anything else I made. After several years, I started playing with the ingredients and making up my own pastries, cookies, cakes and pies. Some of them were disasters, but others turned out really well. I judged my success on the response of the people who ate what I'd prepared. My mother and her friends were my main test subjects. They were usually very appreciative, but on occasion, they would complain about how I was making them all so fat. 

Eventually, I moved out on my own. I found a nice apartment near the restaurant where I was employed as a Greeter. I would have rather been a cook, but my manager said I was more suited for the Greeter position. Apparently he thought I was friendly and cute, the two main qualities required for the Greeter position. I suppose at 5 foot, 6 inches and weighing it at under 130 pounds, cute is an appropriate term for a 19 year old boy.

After work, I spent my free time experimenting with recipes. The problem with baking at my new home was I really didn't like to eat much of it. I liked to taste it, to judge for myself, but I really didn't want to eat an entire pie, or a few dozen cupcakes, or a whole cake, or a dozen éclairs. At first I saved everything, but it all went bad waiting for someone to eat it. So I began throwing it all away after I'd tasted it and passed judgment on the recipe. I felt bad for throwing away food like that. But I really didn't know what else to do with it.

One afternoon, I'd just pulled my latest cherry pie from the oven. It was steaming hot, the crust was golden brown, and it smelled delicious. It looked almost perfect, a little of the filling had boiled up over some of the criss-cross crust. In my mind it was a failure and I hadn't even tasted it yet. 

A knock on my door brought me out of the slump I was quickly slipping into. As I opened the door, I was surprised to find my across-the-hall neighbor, Mrs. Riley. She was a mature woman, quite a bit older than I was. She was also a very full-figured lady with breasts, hips and thighs that would easily compete with my mother's and her friends. She had dark brown hair that was styled perfectly each time I'd seen her, like she just came from a salon. She also had big, dark brown eyes and a smile that could make my knees weak. As soon as my door opened, I saw her inhale. And with a smile on her face she asked, "What in the world is that delightful smell?"

I told her it was a pie I'd just taken out of the oven, I offered her a slice if she wanted one. She readily accepted and she didn't mind when I told her she'd have to wait a while for it to cool down. I'd always thought pie tasted its best when warm, not steaming hot and fresh from the oven. We sat down at my modest table and chairs. And I poured her a cup of fresh Hazelnut coffee with a pinch of cinnamon.

Up until that day, we'd only greeted each other in the hallway. But as we sat across the table from each other we learned the basics about each other, past relationships, or lack thereof in my case, families, or lack of a family in her case, where we worked, things like that. Just when the conversation was coming to an awkward pause, Mrs. Riley told me I'd been torturing her with the smells of my cooking since I moved in. I began to apologize, but she cut me off. She told me the only reason I should be apologizing is because I hadn't invited her over sooner. I blushed and felt terrible that I hadn't thought of that. 

I soon stood up and cut her a very healthy sized slice of pie. I also added a scoop of vanilla ice cream I'd made a few days earlier in my ice cream maker. One of my mother's friends bought the maker for me before I left home. I laid a clean fork on the dish and set it in front of her, taking my seat opposite of her.

Mrs. Riley asked, "Aren't you going to have some?"

I explained that I'd rather watch her eat it, it was how I found out if she liked it or not. And her opinion of the pie meant more to me than my own.

I know she felt a little uncomfortable eating pie with me sitting there watching there. But she soon picked up her fork and took a bite. The instant it touched her tongue, I knew she liked it. She had the same reaction my mother and her friends had when they really liked a dessert. Her eyes sort of rolled up and a moan slipped through her lips. She told me it was wonderful, the best pie she'd ever had. Mrs. Riley then went back for another bite. She moaned again, closed her eyes and arched her back a little. 

I'd always thought that for some women, eating something sweet could almost be sexual thing. I suppose that was part of the reason I loved to cook so much. I'd always been what my mother would call a "people pleaser". And when I cooked, it generally pleased people.

In no time at all, Mrs. Riley had finished the cherry pie a la mode. I asked if she'd like another slice. She told me, "I really shouldn't, I shouldn't have had the slice I already ate. I know what I just ate exceeded my points for the day." I knew she was talking about Weight Watchers. My mother had been doing it for years, I was very familiar with the lingo.

If there was one thing I learned from being around women my whole life, it is that women sometimes forget they are pretty. So I began to remind Mrs. Riley. I told her she was very pretty and shouldn't worry about losing weight. I went on to inform her that she was perfect just the way she was. While I told her these things, I took her plate from in front of her and set it in the sink. I pulled down a dinner sized plate from my cupboard and cut her an even bigger slice of pie, leaving less than half of the pie in the pan. I also put three big scoops of ice cream on and around the pie.

When I turned and set the plate in front of her, Mrs. Riley looked like she might cry. She told me in a cracking voice that no one had told her anything like that in a very long time. I smiled, while still standing there, and told her I was only telling her the truth.

She didn't make a move for the pie I'd cut for her, she was sitting there holding back her tears and staring at the pie and ice cream in front of her. So I scooted my chair over close to hers. I picked up the fork and got a big bite of pie on the end. Raising it to her lips, I reminded her again how beautiful she was and not to worry about silly things like calories and saturated fats. She slowly parted her lips and I slipped the pie into her mouth. Her eyes closed and that moan emerged from inside her. After feeding her four or five more bites, I think Mrs. Riley began to believe that she was pretty again, the tears faded away and she became happier. But she didn't make a move to take the fork from me. So I kept feeding her bite after bite of the pie and ice cream.

As she swallowed the last bite, I sat here beside her, my skinny thigh against her thick thigh. She turned and looked right into my eyes, with a little glob of cherry filling on the corner of her mouth, she said, "If I had met you 20 years ago, I would've asked you to marry me and never let you go."

I smiled, reached up and scooped the filling from her cheek on my finger. I told her she missed a little bit. She took ahold of my forearm and moved my fingers to her mouth. It was then my turn to moan when she licked and sucked my fingers clean. I hadn't realized how aroused I'd gotten just feeding Mrs. Riley. It was pretty strange to both of us, I'm sure.

As my fingers slipped from her mouth, there was a very awkward moment. Neither of us spoke, and the way she was looking at me made me nervous. Something needed to be done, so I stood up and took her plate to the counter. There was only a little more than a quarter of the pie left, and I asked if she wanted another slice. Mrs. Riley insisted that she was full and couldn't eat another bite. I frowned, lowered my eyes to the floor and told her she mustn't have like it that much if she didn't want one more little slice. 

When I looked back up into her eyes, she was staring at my groin. It was then that I realized my modest penis was rock hard under the khaki shorts I was wearing. While not tearing her eyes away from the small lump in my shorts, she agreed to one more small slice.

I turned back toward the counter and laid the rest of the pie on her plate. I went to the freezer and retrieved the ice cream container. Mrs. Riley told me to just put a tiny bit of ice cream on the pie. So I put four large scoops all over her plate, emptying the container I keep it in. I took her plate and walked back toward her, she looked from my eyes, to the lump in my shorts to the plate in my hand. 

"I said a little slice and tiny bit of ice cream! That is a lot more than what I asked for! You're terrible!" she spoke with a happiness in her voice I hadn't heard before.

As I set the plate down in front of her, she took ahold of my left wrist with her right hand. Her left hand then moved to cup over my stiff penis. She looked up into my eyes as I moaned and wiggled against her touch. Without a word, she released my wrist and moved both hands to the button on my shorts. Maintaining eye contact, she undid my shorts, hooked her index fingers under my shorts and underpants and slowly lowered them passed my knees. Letting them go, it all fell around my ankles. 

Up until that moment, my sexual experience was limited to kissing and over the clothes petting. Standing there with my erection out in the open, Mrs. Riley had already taken me farther than I'd ever gone before. She let me stand there blushing for a moment with her hands on my hips, letting her eyes wander from my bare feet to my eyes. She lingered on my thin, four-and-a-half inch erection longer than anywhere else. In a soft whisper, she said, "You are beautiful."

She then took me by my wrist and pulled me down onto her lap. With our faces so close together, I thought she might kiss me, instead she slowly pulled my tshirt upward, my last piece of clothing was being removed. I raised my arms slowly as Mrs. Riley pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor with my other clothes. I was completely naked and perched across her lap. Her left arm was looped behind my back and held my opposite hip. I'd never felt so vulnerable before. 

I tried to say something, but she raised the index finger of her free hand and set it across my lips. "Shhh.", was all she said. That same finger slowly drug its way down my chin, neck, chest and stomach until it looped its way around my penis. Her thumb pressed in from the opposite side and she began to slowly stroke me up and down. 

I felt so sexy and horny, it was something completely new to me. I wasn't sure what to do with myself, the feelings were so powerful. I was about to ask if I should do something when Mrs. Riley leaned in close and kissed me. The kiss was a soft, gentle kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth with no urgency, she licked the front of my teeth and let her tongue dance slowly with my own. I could taste cherry pie and coffee. It was a perfect moment and I'll remember it always.

When the kiss broke apart, she smiled at me and whispered, "Pie." While raising her chin and motioning to the slice on the table.

I giggled a little and then took the fork in my hand. Scooping up a large bite, I raised it to her lips and fed her while sitting naked on her lap with her fingers sliding up and down along my excited penis. She obviously knew what she was doing, it's like she could feel when I was about to squirt and her fingers would stop moving. They would only begin caressing me when I'd completely calmed down. 

From time to time I would forget to feed her. When that happened, she would whisper that one word to me again, "Pie." And I would giggle while scooping up another bite. In was during one of those moments when I began to smell her sex in the air. At first I wasn't sure what it was. It smelled so musky and humid, it was something I couldn't remember ever smelling before. After several moments, I began to put it all together, I could feel her warmth from beneath me, her breathing was very ragged, and I felt one of her nipples poking against my side. Mrs. Riley was just as horny as I was!

I squirmed on her lap as I scooped up the last bit of cherry pie from the plate and moved it toward her mouth. On the way there, Mrs. Riley began to stroke me really quickly. I was already hornier then I'd ever been before and it was no surprise when the pie slipped off the fork. It landed on my upper thigh and began to slide its way off. Acting quickly, Mrs. Riley pushed the dishes out of the way, helped me stand and then had me lay back on the table. Pulling her chair in close, she looked up into my eyes and began to lick the pie from my leg. After licking up any trace of the pie, she began to lick and kiss her way farther up my thigh. 

In one of my most embarrassing moments ever, every muscle in my body went taut and I squealed in a strange high pitch. Mrs. Riley's lips and fingers weren't even close to my penis when it squirted. I was twitching and convulsing on the table while the most powerful orgasm I'll ever have rocked though my body. I'd never heard the strange noises that slipped through my lips before. They were high pitched and sounded very primal. Pearly white drops of my love were squirting up over my stomach, a few even making it to my chest.

When it was all over and I'd finally calmed down, I raised my head to find Mrs. Riley sitting between my spread legs, leaning back in chair, smiling. In a soft voice she said, "That was the most adorable thing I've ever seen."

Feeling stupid, like I usually do after I masturbate, I leaned up and slid off the table. I staggered to the counter on rubbery legs and got a paper towel. I cleaned myself up and tossed the gooey thing in the trash. When I turned, Mrs. Riley was still sitting, watching my every move. When I went to get my clothes, she beat me to them. She told me I looked much cuter without clothes to hide behind. 

I realized I hadn't done anything for her, she must have been so horny. Again, not sure what I was doing, I stepped closer to her and slowly dropped to my knees moving between her heavy thighs. I had no idea what I'd do when I got there, but I decided I'd figure it out. Unexpectedly, she reached down and took my face in her soft hands. She looked down upon me and said, "That is very sweet of you, but you don't need to bother. I've already cum twice. Let's save that for next time."

I felt horrible. I hadn't even noticed that she had orgasmed, twice! I was so tied up in my own feelings and emotions that's I'd completely overlooked Mrs. Riley's pleasure. I promised myself I would never let that happen again. I was feeling like such a jerk. When I finally looked up into her eyes again, it was as if she knew how I was feeling and what I was thinking. Those big brown eyes seemed see more than just my physical appearance.

She took my hands and helped me rise up off the floor and at the same time she also stood up. Taking me in her arms, she kissed me once again. Another soft, gentle, unrushed, loving kiss. That kiss was well underway and I was still trying to find a place to put my hands. I couldn't reach all the way around her, so I wound up resting them on her hips. When our lips parted, she pulled me in close and hugged me against her body.

That's when she saw the empty 10-inch pie pan and ice cream tub. She moaned again while pulling away just enough to face me. Leaving her hands on my bare hips, she said, "I can't believe I ate that whole pie. And how much ice cream did I eat? No. Don't tell me I don't want to know."

Standing there naked, I told her it didn't matter, that I thought she was perfectly beautiful. And if eating pie and ice cream made her happy, she should eat pie and ice cream. I started to go on, but she shushed me with her finger.

"Sweetie, I didn't mean to sound upset. This is the first time, in as long as I can remember, that I don't feel morbidly guilty for indulging in foods I love. And baby, I LOVE more than just your cooking. You've made me feel like a desirable woman. And I haven't felt that way in a long time. You are the nicest, sweetest, cutest boy I've ever known."

I felt like I was melting. Mrs. Riley was looking right into my eyes and holding me so gently. It was the moment I learned what loving someone felt like. I didn't know what to say. I stuttered and stammered while looking up into her eyes. No longer feeling funny about being naked while she was still completely dressed. I gave up trying to express myself with words. I threw my arms up around her neck and initiated a kiss for the first time.

The kiss was just as wonderful as the others. We held each other, our tongues sliding against one another. I could still taste the pie on her tongue. My arms were able to reach all the way up around her neck, which also gave her hands freedom to explore my body without interference. Those hands of hers caressed me from the bottoms of my cheeks to my shoulders and back down again. I was beginning to feel myself getting aroused again when the kiss broke apart. We were both gasping for air and giggling.

She placed her open palm in the small of my back and guided me toward the door. With her free hand on the doorknob, she told me she wasn't going to hesitate to come over the next time she smelled something good coming from my apartment. I giggled and told her I'd ask the landlord to get me spare key for her. She smiled and told me she'd like that very much, and she was going to hold me to it.

Pulling me in close once again, Mrs. Riley kissed me. It was another long, slow, passionate kiss. It was perfectly wonderful. And then I heard her turn the knob on my door and slowly open it, exposing us both to anyone in the hallway. For a brief moment, I wanted to hide behind the door. But that would mean breaking the kiss. And kissing Mrs. Riley was worth the chance of someone seeing me naked and kissing the woman from across the hall. I didn't know anyone else in the building anyway. My toes curled up tightly when I made the conscience decision to let her expose me to the thankfully vacant hallway. 

The kiss broke to our gasping for breath again. She spoke first, "You are my special boy." Lowering one hand she slowly drug her fingertip up along the underside of my now very stiff penis. "I'm going to leave you wanting. But when you do masturbate, will you promise that you'll think of me? Because Sweetie, when I masturbate, you can be sure I'll be thinking about you."

After one last quick 'bunny' kiss, Mrs. Riley released me and walked into the hallway closing my door behind her.



Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



Author's note:

This is an entry in the 2016 Valentine's Day contest. Votes and comments are appreciated - on this and all the other entries.

All characters in this story are entirely fictional and over the age of 18, and stay that way during any role play involved. 

*

He didn't recognize the lime green Mustang, but Matt already disliked the driver. It had pulled into the empty driveway of his mother's house directly in front of him, cutting him off. It meant he wasn't alone, and alone time was why he had made the drive back home. With her private chef business, his mother had an out-of-town commitment for Valentine's Day, so the house should have been empty.

"Mattie!" A whirl of blond hair over a grey college sweatshirt grabbed him before he could climb out of his truck. Brittany. Of course.

He knew her voice, but the smell of his sister's long hair wrapped around him was what most brought her immediately to his mind. Familiar and comforting. He inhaled deeply and hugged her back. Soft hints of pressure through the heavy sweatshirt made him aware of breasts against him, hints that had no over-firm resistance that might indicate a bra.

"What a wonderful Valentine's Day surprise! I get to see my big brother. What brings you home?" She pulled back enough to look up at him but kept him in her arms.

Matt made a sour face. "Valentine's Day. And a heads-up from Mom that the house would be empty."

Her smile sucked into a tight circle. "Oh. Am I cramping special date plans?"

"No, Britt, unfortunately not. Anna and I broke things off last week, my roommates insisted on throwing a Valentine's party, and love sucks."

"Love stinks."

"So J. Geils says. I just know I want nothing to do with it for a while." Matt twisted enough to grab a small, stuffed bag from the seat.

Brittany released her hug, gave him enough room to close the truck door. "Understood, bro. I was just planning on working on a paper here this afternoon. It's a lot quieter than the dorm. Will I be cramping your pity party then?"

"Nope. It'll be like old times, when you needed a babysitter. But no parties, pity or otherwise. Especially no Valentine's parties. Understood?"

She retrieved her heavy bookbag before they headed to the front door. "Yes, sir. That suits me. Love stinks and boys suck. Or don't, when you want them to. And that's worse."

"TMI, Sis, TMI. If you're talking about what I think you're talking about." He unlocked the door, held it for her. 

"Wait, what?" She was beaming at him. "You think I meant something naughty, like...like...cunnilingus?"

"The words they teach you in English 101 these days. Sheesh. Yes cunnilingus. I don't need to hear about what my little freshman sister wants the boys to suck." Even as he said it, Matt was not sure his lizard brain agreed. "Not all girls like it, so it's reasonable some guys aren't into it either."

"Seriously? Not all girls like it? Show me one who doesn't."

"Anna." He really didn't think he meant to say it out loud. The bitterness was clear in how his ex's name came out.

"Oh, Matt. I'm sorry." Brittany rested a hand on his forearm. "But seriously, she doesn't like it? Are you sure you're doing it right?"

"Jesus, Brittany." He pulled away, stomped into the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure it's not me, based on previous reports. Anna just thinks it's gross, nasty. She thinks lots of things are nasty."

"Nasty can be fun." She followed him, watched him grab a beer from the fridge. "Beer me too."

Matt managed a smile, handed her a bottle. "Not with Anna."

"Poor Mattie. Good riddance to her then. Seriously, though. She didn't want to be eaten out? At all? Not even a little tongue flicking, a little clitty nibbling?"

"Seriously?" He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling. "Shit. Now you've got me saying 'seriously'. I don't need to be hearing about how my sister likes her clit nibbled."

"Me? I made no mention of what I like, mister. I didn't mention how much I like a nice slow, deep tonguing first, before little circles start to tease, intensify around my sensitive, swollen clitty. You brought that up. I was just asking about Anna."

"Brittany!" He stopped at her burst of laughter, then joined her. He laughed too hard, draining some of the resentment away, tension that had been building since his break up. When the laughing slowed he drew a deep breath. "Thanks. I needed that."

"To hear about how much I like my..."

"No! To laugh like that. I've missed your sense of humor, sis."

"Cool." She clinked her bottle to his. "Happy non-Valentine's Day, bro."

"If I watch TV down here, will it bother you?"

"Not at all. Complete silence would drive me crazy. Do whatever you feel like doing. I'm just going to my room to see if I can at least get most of the first draft worked out. I love you, Matt." She kissed his cheek before snagging her book bag and heading around the corner toward the stairs and her old bedroom upstairs.

Matt noticed the pronounced sway to her jeans as she left. Had she really told him how she liked to be eaten out? Had she really looked at his crotch when she told him to 'do whatever you feel like'? Had she seen that he was not entirely limp? He took a deep swig of beer and adjusted himself in his pants.

----

"Hey, Matt?"

"Huh?" Two beers, an overstuffed sofa, and a movie and he was feeling relaxed. A nap might be in order.

Brittany had tried and failed to contain her long blond hair in a rough spiral on top of her head. She was wrapped in a thick, off-white terry robe. "What?"

"What 'what'? You started it."

"What was that look on your face?"

"Honestly?"

"Of course."

"You won't take it the wrong way?"

"I hope not. What?"

"It's just that when I saw you there, leaning on the doorframe, I thought, 'When did my little sister become a beautiful woman?' Loose tendrils of hair framing your face like that, golden tresses forming a beatific halo, you look like a girl from a fairy tale."

She stepped forward into the family room, her smile, her face, beaming. Hands clasped together under her throat, over her heart. "Me? In this? You and your fancy words know how to make a single girl feel good."

She turned and sat near him on the couch before leaning back and against him. He snaked his arm out from between them to drape over her shoulders.

"Yup. I reckon I do know how to make the ladies feel mighty good."

She giggled at his accent, one hand tugging a foot up, tucking her robe over the tan legs she had folded under herself. "You reckon do ya? And why is that, do ya reckon?"

"Well the ladies, ya know, the ladies tell me that. One particular handsome one just recent-like, like nearly to swoon into my arms when I complimented her on her pulchritude, and her wearin' naught but a robe."

Unable to keep a straight face, she twisted to face him. "Handsome?"

Matt couldn't help noticing the narrow slice of soft breast pushing out of his sister's robe. He nodded. "As handsome as they come."

She squealed, twisting more toward him. "He said 'cum'."

The slice of tan skin widened, showed more curve. He wanted his attention away from it, away from how he was starting to respond to his sister this close. He concentrated on the Beavis and Butthead reference. "Glad to know college hasn't ruined that sophisticated humor I worked so hard to instill in you, exposing you to cartoons at an impressionable age. So, what did you want?"

"Besides hearing how you please the ladies with that silver tongue? And how handsome I am?"

"Exactly. And who said I was talking about you?"

"You called me beautiful." Her face lit up brighter just saying it.

"So I did. And what can I do for you, beautiful?"

Her smile widened. "Keep calling me that, big bro, I like it. What did you ask? Oh yeah. I know you are against parties, and I don't want to cramp your protest style, but Jenny and MargO wanna come over here tonight and have a three single girls anti-Valentine's Day party."

"I have no style to cramp, but I will say it sounds unfair to not be invited to a party in my own home."

"Is this still your home?"

"For tonight it is."

"Are you a single girl?"

"Well, let me think...no. But neither is Jenny if I remember."

"She is now. Hence the party."

"Who's Margaux?"

"Margaret O. MargO." Brittany pronounced it with an accent on that final syllable.

"Little Maggie? I thought her family moved."

"They did, now she's back. Wait. Didn't you have a crush on her?"

"Nooo. I think she had one on me. Always wanting to sit on my lap. Sweet little bundle of bronze kawaii. Face it, sis, you have cute friends. I might have had a crush - as you put it - on Jen, though."

"Jen-Jen? You did? When?"

"Hmm. Let's see. Really, I think I had a crush on her blue bikini. Maybe about the time she suddenly grew that figure of hers, all in one summer. The summer none of her friends suggested she acquire a new swimsuit even after the blue one she wore was way too small, especially for that newly pneumatic chest of hers."

Brittany laughed. "I still have that bikini in a drawer. She gave it to me when she finally got a new one. It's tiny. And thin. She wore that every day I think. You know you had a shot at her. Jenny totally woulda gone out with you."

"Nah. She was your friend, and younger, and..."

"And you were all," she leaned her head to one side, tongue out, eyes glazed, "drooling over that bitch, Whatsherface, the one who popped my brother's cherry and then dumped his ass."

"Ouch."

"In front of the whole school at homecoming."

"Damn. Salt in the friggin' wound, girl."

"Oh. Sorry." Her face creased with sudden concern. "I'm sorry, Matt. Seriously. I got carried away. It's kind of a legend. I didn't, uh, think it would still hurt."

She leaned in, hugged herself to him. The blond topknot tickled across his face, smelling of almost spicy, very female musk.

"It's okay. Nothing I haven't heard before. I was dirt stupid and she was stone cold."

Brittany pulled back, after time enough for Matt to draw in another breath full of hair, or her. "I heard she got gross."

"Yeah, she works out at the Golden Buffet, has a kid."

"'Works out at the buffet'. Good one. All-you-can-eat curls and squats, followed by ten reps of soft serve ice cream."

He chuckled at his own unintended joke. Brittany ran her fingers back through his thick hair. When he started, then froze, she felt it clearly.

"What?"

He didn't answer.

"Matt? What is it?" She pulled his head back to look down at him. She froze too. For only an instant, before both hands grabbed her robe, pulled the lapels tight over her chest. It covered the nipple that had been exposed. Covered a medium half-cup of tan young breast and a darker nipple, a pencil eraser rounded by an afternoon of careful sketching and correction, upended on a smooth brown quarter dollar.

"So if there is going to be a party, am I invited?" Matt reacted as he always did to uncomfortable silences. He said something, anything, to change the subject. 

"Hell no. You are no single girl." She paused for his pout. "But the single girls might need a drink boy."

"Hmm. Okay, I guess I could..."

"And a fire tender."

"Fire tender?"

"Mmhm. And a food taster. And probably a joint roller."

"Joint roller?"

"Yep. And none of those pinners you used to a make us beg for in high school."

"And what do I get out of this servitude?"

"Hmm. Did I mention single hot girls?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Yes. Single girls requiring a lot of services."

"Exactly. Single implies no regular supply of certain servicing."

"Ah. I see. These single girls - how many did you say there are?"

"Three. Or, two. Ah, since I'm one of them."

"Okay. Three or two, I know how attendance at these parties can be hard to plan exactly. Three or two single girls suspected of seeking certain intimate services. I begin to see."

"Have I ever let my brother down as a wingman?"

"Has my sister ever been my wingman?"

"Has she ever failed?"

"To talk me into whatever she wants, while making me believe I wanted it first? Not that I can recall."

"Do I really do that?"

"Not often, but yes. You wield the power sparingly. When you really want something, though. That's when I have no defense."

"Good to know. I'll remember that."

"Uh oh."

"Don't worry, I won't invoke my powers yet, because this is something you might actually like. Would you perhaps enjoy entertaining a select group of single ladies, described varyingly as cute, hot, and beautiful, while they get drunk and horny venting about their lack of love lives? Ladies who may need to strip down to their thinnest pajamas if someone built a nice hot fire in the fireplace on a blustery February night? Who knows what kind of opportunities for fun a creative serving boy might find?"

"Just you, Jenny and little Maggie? No unexpected others? No party crashers?"

"Three girls and no boys. Except you. I promise. Though "little Maggie" might surprise you. Living in the big city changed her. She has a wee bit of an edge."

"That I gotta see. Edgy is not the way I remember her. Radiantly cute would be closer. Hmm." Matt scrunched his mouth up, pretending to consider. "And you'll be my wingman?"

She saluted him, keeping one hand high on her robe. "Loyal and true. Here to aid and assist. Remember, though: Jen just broke up with Todd, again. So go easy, she's kinda raw. She's always liked you for whatever reason, but I can't work wingman miracles, so don't be too much of a dork. And the new MargO may be your type."

"Really? I didn't know I had a type."

"Sure you do. You told me earlier: you lean toward girls who like to be licked a lot."

"Lovely alliteration. Okay, wingman, work your magic. I'll be your serving boy."

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"Matthew!"

"Hey Matteo."

Maggie, Marg-O, followed the taller, curvier Jenny through the door. Jenny had driven them both in her car. With all afternoon to think about tonight's encounter, he was off balance, nervous already. As if seeing Jenny wasn't enough, a single glance at little Marg-O did him in.

When his sister had left the house after he agreed to help her with the 'Non-Valentine's pity party,'Matt had tried to sort out a whirlwind of thoughts and images. A blossoming body in a too-tiny blue bikini. A diminutive exotic cutie, caramel skin and long, wavy black hair, huge dark eyes and bright, wide smile. Eyes that flashed up at him for an instant, only to vanish, downcast. 

The glow of light that hit his sister's face when he called her beautiful, hair carelessly tied up, wrapped in her robe. Tan skin, a perfect curve of smooth flesh. Then that nipple. Perfect, round, a rich, mouth-watering brown. Two, possibly three shades darker than the surrounding tan.The soft curved tip he could see hardening in his mind; hardening, pulling the disc around it in crinkly tight as his fingers reached out to touch.

He had cum then. Long hot streams striping up his stomach, onto his chest. Twice he had stopped touching himself, tried to stop his mind, when thoughts turned back to his sister and that nipple. He tried to keep his mind's eyes on Jenny's nipples, pushing through the thin blue fabric. Now he panted, recovering, thick cum running over his fingers with his sister's tan bare breast still clear in his sight.

Jenny he had seen occasionally over the last couple years. College and exercise had toned her young curves. Her waist was trim, her legs long and shapely in her stretchy jeans. But nothing could stop her breasts from bulging outward, from stretching the knit fabric of her sweater.

That memorable summer had begun with Jenny as a tall, very pretty, almost curveless waif, with thick brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Wearing a royal blue bikini. He had seen her almost daily then, joining Brittany, Maggie and others to tan and play at their backyard pool. By July, his friends, a year or two older than the girls, begged for an invitation from Matt, just to ogle the changes as her body showed several years of normal development in months. 

The twin blue triangles slid on a blue string that tied in the back. By mid-summer, he remembered checking her out tanning. The blue triangles, pushed out in their middles by a sizable nipples, could no longer cover her breasts. Centered, he saw soft smooth curves of new womanly flesh to the left, the right, and below the blue. Reclining, gravity formed a full bare curve on the outside of each breast, begging to be touched, stroked, kissed, squeezed. Sweet Jennifer they called her. Big open smile, kind to everyone. 

And now a new kind of sweet.

The sweater pushed against his chest with Jenny's hug. Feeling her pronounced pillowy chest push against him drove away old memories, provided new fresher ones. She held him a second, two, longer than a typical greeting hug. He caught a whiff of herbal conditioner, a scent of hair so different from his sister's earlier. Over her shoulder, he could see little Maggie - MargO - waiting her turn, hands on tiny hips.

"My turn." 

Jenny responded to the smaller girl's words, slowly eased back from him, but not before leaving a soft kiss on his cheek, almost his jaw line, and a throaty, whispered "Hi."

"Long time no see, Matteo. You lookin' good." Doll-like hands at a jaunty angle on slim little hips. Even in the high lugged rubber heels of her black boots, the tops folded down to show a lining of red skulls on more black, Margaret O'Neill stood not much over five feet, probably weighed well under a hundred pounds.

"Hey! That's my brother."

MargO's long, now straight black hair flared out as she turned to his sister. He caught a flash of red in it, a single crimson streak bleached and dyed bright, framing one side of her face. A face of smooth chocolate-bronze skin, fine, almost delicate features highlighted by huge dark eyes. A face accentuated by the precisely short stubble of dark hair above one ear. He hadn't seen the close-cropped side until she had spun, when the long hair above it had swung out, no longer hiding the clippered area. "And your brother is a damn good-looking man."

Matt felt a thrill at the description, especially being identified as a 'man.' Especially by a girl - a woman - as sexy as this one was. The little Maggie he remembered had favored Hello Kitty as a fashion inspiration. The new MargO had grown up. Black tights disappeared under a close-fitting red leather skirt well above her knee. Under the black leather motorcycle jacket that was now tossed over a chair, she wore a simple tailored white T with three quarter sleeves, a scooped neck and a hem cropped to show the merest hint of smooth, flat belly above the red skirt.

She turned back to him, looking up at enough angle that she flashed a narrow band of white under the dark brown center of each eye, accentuated by the darker eyeliner just below. "Assume the position."

"Huh?" 

She caught Matt off guard, smiled and stepped close. One delicate finger pressed against his sternum. He let her move him back, a step, another, until the back of his legs hit the couch. She pushed harder and he dropped onto the cushion.

"That's it. My favorite." He glimpsed more belly as she stood directly in front of him, his eyes straining to lift her white T enough to see her navel. Above, two small, perfect mounds showed the molded shape that told more about the bra than the breasts underneath. "You have no idea how much I missed this."

Then she was on him. Turned sideways, she dropped onto his lap, tucked her head close under his to lean against his chest. He wrapped both arms around her petite frame. "Mmm."

Matt couldn't remember when she started crawling onto his lap, curling sideways against him like this, but it had been years ago. If they were watching TV, it had been almost automatic. Maybe because he had always known Maggie, combined with her small body not showing any of the curves that had attracted his teenaged eyes and imagination, but it had never been sexual to him. Until now.




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



Matt had come to appreciate smaller breasts, subtler curves and the feminine firmness they could bring in the last couple of years. And this new MargO emitted an aura of maturity and sensuality entirely new to him. His arms cinched closer around her; she nuzzled in until he felt warm breath against his neck. A moist, firm tongue tip then dragged up under his ear.

"Uhh!" The sound escaped without his permission.

"You two! Save it for private." Brittany's voice had a tightness, a genuine distress. "This is a pity party, not a lap dance exhibition."

"I missed you, Daddy." Lips vibrated against his ear with the breathy, almost unvoiced confession. It surprised Matt, both that she called him 'Daddy' and that four whispered words could arouse him so quickly.

MargO turned against him, holding her soft cheek to his, both looking toward Brittany, standing with her arms crossed over her chest. It pushed his sister's own small breasts up in her shirt, reminding him of an exposed nipple escaped from a thick robe. He pulled MargO closer, tried to think only of the smaller breasts, the petite body right here in his lap.

"Save it? I've been saving it for this lap. For years. And if you think this is how I give a lap dance, you ain't seen nothin', girl."

Jenny laughed. Brittany joined her, then remembered her priorities and clapped her hands. "Anyone ready for a drink?"

"You know it." Jenny paused. "Didn't you say something about this joint coming with a drink boy?"

"I need." MargO's lips nibbled his ear, her breath warmed him as she purred the two words slowly out. Then she pulled back, slipped off of his lap, finished in a louder, cheerful voice, "A drink. Please. And did I hear Jen-Jen say something about a joint and cumming?"

"I heard 'cumming with a drink boy'. I think she might like to." Brittany joined right in. 

He had forgotten the rapid back and forth teasing these three slipped into.

"Who wouldn't?" Matt's eyes followed the little red skirt. MargO pulled her leather jacket back on. 

"For the second time, he's my brother."

"And? Take a look, Britt. Now tell me you can't imagine cumming at the same time as our hot, full-service drink boy."

Matt froze, about to push himself up from the couch. Jenny stared, mouth making a small, surprised "O".

His sister blushed, the deepest red shining her cheeks. She grinned, laughing. "Shit. Well now I can, thanks to you. I just hope I can forget it someday."

She gave a theatrical shiver of disgust. "Okay, then. Thanks to MargO, I claim the first drink served. Damn."

Matt pushed up, the tension broken.

"I'll help you with the bags, girl." Jenny headed out the door with MargO.

"I'll help you with the drinks, Matt." 

"Bags?" He asked his sister. "How long are they staying?"

"Just tonight. They're girls, silly. It's good to be prepared."

She showed him the blend of tropical juice and vodka that she had planned for tonight's 'martinis.' At least she had a traditional, but oversized, black and chrome shaker to chill the concoction in ice before pouring. True to her word, she claimed the first, threw back a large swallow.

She looked thoughtful, set the drink on the counter. Matt was taken by surprise when she suddenly hugged herself to him, holding him tight, cheek to his shoulder. Hesitating, he squeezed her back, aware of the pressure of two small, firm mounds against him. His hands noticed how soft the pajamas she wore felt, tried to think about that. "Thanks for being such a good brother. I love you."

"Hey!" The front door slammed. "Where's those drinks?"

Brittany jumped back as though they'd been caught doing something wrong. He poured two more glasses from the shaker, stored the remainder in the refrigerator.

"Here you go, ladies."

MargO let her tiny fingers drag over his as she took the glass. From Sweet Jennifer, he got a second peck on the cheek and a "Thank you, drink boy." 

Seeing the way the first round was being finished off, Matt returned to the kitchen for the remaining martini blend. He grabbed himself a bottle of beer. 

"Joint boy!" Jenny and Brittany giggled from the living room. 

He sashayed back in with the alcohol, topping off three glasses. "The joint boy will be right with you, ladies."

"Thank you, garçon."

The shaker returned to the refrigerator, Matt rejoined the three. "And how may I assist you?"

MargO pulled out a small plastic canister, like a pharmacy might use, tossed it to him. He examined the professionally printed label, from a medicinal dispensary in the Bay Area. "Hmm. 'Alaska Thunder Fuck'. Excellent choice. Will the House rolling papers suffice, or did you bring your own?"

MargO considered. "The House ones will suffice. Joint boy's choice. Carry on."

He nodded, spun on one heel and strode to the stairs. He called over his shoulder. "Be right back."

"Take your time. We'll get comfy." Jenny said.

"And drunk." MargO, the smallest one, added.

"And remember: no pinners." Brittany yelled after her brother.

"I saw the bulge in those pants. That's no pinner." Jenny's quip slowed his step; he almost stumbled on the top stair.

"I felt it." MargO's lilt was a bragging tease.

"Lucky." The voices faded when he hit the upstairs hallway.

Matt went to his nightstand. Pulling open the bottom drawer, he removed two old issues of Maxim and the V with Miley Cyrus in a fuzzy blue contraption that his imagination could make more revealing than nudity ever could be. Underneath, he found a couple packs of rolling papers and, looking closer, two condoms. At least the dates were still good. He shoved one foil packet deep in his hip pocket, left one handy by his bedside.

He cleared a space on the smooth table top, pulled a wired 1.25 paper from the pack he'd selected. Fortunately, the ATF buds MargO had handed him were dry and easy to crumble by hand. The extra wide paper made it easier to roll a joint fat enough for four smokers to pass around several times. He rolled another fatty. Against instructions, he rolled a thin, third joint from what was left crumbled, a 'pinner'. That one he left on his nightstand, carrying the two fat ones when he headed back downstairs.

Before leaving his room he pulled off his sweatpants, kicked his boxers off to land on the bathroom floor, and pulled on new, snugger boxer briefs. MargO had already caused a chubby once and a full-on erection would be easier to hide this way. He pulled back on the sweats, checked the condom in his pocket. Just in case luck and his wingman came through.

Came through. He shook his head. He hoped his wingman would come through, not that his wingman would cum. Fuck, these girls made him think crazy thoughts. MargO radiated sensuality now from that tiny little body, as much as she used to ooze cuteness. Then she called him 'Daddy,' snuggled close on his lap. And Jenny, the way she held herself to him, making sure her shape was obvious. Her flirting eyes. It could happen.

Still, Matt saw his sister, leaning against his doorframe, golden hair tied up. His beautiful wingman. That single slice of tan breast with its cap of her nipple. Like Goldilocks, she was just right. Not too big, not too small. Not too short, not too tall. Just right, and his sister. Just right, and so wrong. He focused again on the two girls who he might actually have a shot at tonight.

"Ladies, for the herbal course this evening we will be serving Alaska Thunder Fuuuuck. Wait. Something changed here."

His surprise was joined by the girls' laughter. 

"What? We said we'd get comfy." Brittany's eyes twinkled at his reaction.

All three had switched clothes. Jenny wore sweats. Not athletic sweats, but thinner, softer, made for fashion and comfort, pink pants that hugged her curving hips below a snug white hoodie pullover.

MargO echoed the old Maggie in a zip-front Hello Kitty onesie. The fuzzy, plush pink material would have looked more innocent if it hadn't been almost skin-tight over her tiny frame. The innocence was also compromised by the details. The cartoon cat face had a streetwise sneer and one ear was pierced with a gold ring. Two bumps pushed the thick pile material out from the middle of twin rounded mounds. Margo's nipples looked hard, obvious on her petite chest in the tight one-piece. 

She watched him check her out, head tilted down enough that she could look up at him through a partial veil of black hair streaked red. When his eyes rose enough to meet hers she held the stare, the narrow band of white flashing beneath each bright, deep brown center. 

And his wingman. Brittany was not making it easy on him in his efforts to stay focused away from her. Matt had seen his sister in booty shorts before; he had given her a pair with his college name on the butt for Christmas his freshman year. But these were different. Smaller, snugger, showing all her smooth tan thighs, or all the thighs not covered by the striped tops of long white socks that continued well above each knee.

Her simple T featured blue stripes that matched the socks and a rough, unhemmed lower edge cropped short enough to flash flat plenty of belly, every bit as smooth and tan as the thighs below. Mercifully, he saw no hint of the perfect brown nipple from earlier, nor any sign of a bra.

"How's about that ATF, serving boy?" MargO interrupted the silence.

"ATF?"

"The Thunder Fuuuuuck. As you put it." His sister and Jenny chuckled at her exaggeration of his drawn-out surprise. A diminutive index finger pointed, waggled at the joints in his hand. "Give me those, and you get us more drinks."

Matt handed them over with a bow and a flourish. "Madam. As you wish."

Madam? I'm no damn Madam."

"MargO, catch. Start that puppy." Brittany tossed her a Bic lighter.

Jenny handed him the smoking joint after he had refilled the drinks. The girls had burned it down far enough that the inner wire was exposed beyond the ember and ash. He bent it 90 degrees to provide a simple handle, safe from the heat, before drawing in until his lungs were expanded, handing it once again to MargO.

"Dude, wires. Old school. I approve." Again he noticed the whites under the big dark eyes looking up at him. She looked sexy, almost dangerous. He stayed close as she took another hit, watched Hello Kitty rise with her inhale, twin hard shadows push out through plush fleece.

"Pierced Kitty. New School. I approve." 

She grinned at his comeback, started to reply when Brittany snagged the joint from her small fingers. 

"Okay, kids. Time for a party game. Jen-Jen, truth or dare?"

"Really? T or D? Sure, why not? Truth." 

Brittany pondered, or pretended to. "Let's start easy. What is your true bra size?"

"38D." No hesitation. "It has been since my growth spurt that summer. Though I might need to rethink that. Lately I've felt a little crowded."

"The summer of the teenie tiny blue bikini." Matt said it as soon as he thought it. He regretted it until he saw Jenny's reaction.

Her smile was wide and bright. "You remember that?"

"Is that a truth? You have to give me a choice first." Matt crossed him arms.

"Matt. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"The summer of the teenie bikini, that day behind pool shed, who was the best kisser?"

"Wait. That's not the question you asked."

"I already knew the answer to that one. Now fess up."

"Alright. Of the three, I would have to say you were, Jen. You were the only one that used tongue."

"She did?!"

"Slut."

"Cheater."

MargO and Brittany claimed the couch, leaned together, shoulder to shoulder, as they teased the buxom girl.

"My turn?" Matt took time to look each of the three girls over. "Sweet Jennifer, back at you. Truth or dare?"

She crossed her own arms, jutted out her chin. The position emphasized her full chest in the soft sweatshirt. "Dare."

"Oooh." 

Matt took the joint and another hit, looked up in thought before exhaling a small cloud of swirling smoke. He handed it back to the girls on the couch. "Okay. Dare. Jenny, I dare you to show me how much better a kisser you are now."

Her jutted chin dropped. "Now?" It came out as a squeak. He nodded.

"Right now, in front of them?" 

He nodded again. The sweatshirt strained for an instant as she sucked in a deep breath. "I have to, huh?"

"You really don't want to?" 

"I didn't say that." She stepped close to him, draped her arms over his shoulders. Her lips parted. "That's not what I said at all." 

Even though Matt had made the dare, he still was not ready for the kiss. Soft and familiar, her kiss was immediately intimate, the pillowy resistance of her sweatshirt close against his chest. 

Sweet Jennifer kissed him like she would have kissed a longtime, part-time lover, welcoming him back after an absence. Eager, but not frantic. If she had ever had such a lover. Jenny had lost her virginity to an older guy, around Matt's age now. She'd thought it was exclusive, but so did at least two other girls. What Matt knew about the recent breakup was from Brittany, the final throes of a long-distance high school pairing held onto too long.

At least two faces were flushed when Jenny pulled back. "Better?"

Matt sucked in a deep breath before he could get out a response. "Much better. Wow."

"Looked like a wow to me." MargO was leaning forward, perched on the couch.

"Now the next one can't come back at Jen-Jen. She's had two in a row." Brittany always had the rules down pat. Any time they played a board game, Brittany was the banker.

"So whoever I ask can't come back at me for revenge?"

"Not right away, or until someone else picks on them."

"Then I pick you, Britt. T or D."

"Truth."

"Same category as yours. Boobs. How the hell are you not showing any nipples in that slutty little top?"

Matt started. It felt as though Jenny had heard and voiced the thought repeating in his head.

"What do you mean?" Brittany smiled, then demonstrated through her shirt that each breast was indeed a firm, exact handful. She let the smooth centers show through thumb and rounded forefingers. "Silicone nipple covers."

"Seriously? That's so cool. Show me."

"Truth, dear Jen. I picked Truth. This isn't show and tell. It's show or tell. My turn." Brittany swung her hair forward over her shoulder, gathered the blond mass in both hands as she considered MargO and her brother.

"MargO. Pick your pleasure."

"Dare." No hesitation from the emo Kitty.

"Don't forget who did you a solid. MargO, show Matt how much your kissing has improved."

Dark eyes flashed at him. He saw an instant of doubt vanish from them when he opened his arms to her. Tiny fingers grabbed one hand instead of accepting his invitation. They guided him again to the spot on the couch. Fuzzy pile stretched between her thighs as she clambered onto him, one knee to each side, high-beam nipples in front on him. When she bent down he felt a distinct silky sensation as long fine hair stroked his face. Then the kiss. Hard, where Sweet Jen's had been soft, a vacuum desperate to be filled. Tiny, hard body arched into him as a hungry tongue found his. 

He sensed her growing tension as a silent whine, before he heard it, high and frantic in his own open mouth when his hands each grabbed one round little cheek of her humping hips. She didn't seem at all inclined to stop the kiss, clutching herself to him.

"Okay. That ought to do it. For now. I see what you mean, MargO. That was more of a lap dance." Leave it to Brittany. 

Her hips had slowed on him, under his hands, but not stopped. MargO licked her top lip with her tongue before responding. "Girl. That was a kiss. On a couch. Not a lap dance. If it was a lap dance, I wouldn't let him kiss me, and I sure wouldn't have him grabbing my ass like that. This was just a kiss."

"Matt, just a kiss?"

"The lady is always right. Definitely not a lap dance. Felt like a kiss to me."

"My turn." MargO stayed perched on his lap. "Matt. Who improved more? Me or Boobs McBrawesome over there?"

"Did I say Truth?"

"Shut up and answer. Or you won't like my dare."

"Yes, sir. Madam. Miss."

"You want the dare, huh?"

"No! You. You definitely improved more. From a feeble little frightened peck, to full on freaky. Freaky in a good way."

"Unfair! Damn, MargO, begging for it, aren't you?" Jenny looked miffed. "I set my own bar too high."

"I'll beg if it would help. Matt, will you give it to me if I beg real nice and sweet?"

"Will I give you...hey! It's my turn. No more answers from me. Brittany. Truth or Dare?"

His sister paused. "Dare." The way she said it, the look in her eyes, almost made him feel he was the one being dared.

"Show time."

"Show time?" Her brows came together.

"Yep. We had tell time, and now it's show time." He waggled one finger in a lazy oval toward her chest. "Show us the silicone nipple armor."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!"

"Show us!" Both girls were with him.

Brittany shrugged. Two hands grabbed the rough hem and lifted. Tan belly, tan chest, two breasts stretched upward by her position, exaggerating their natural ability to resist gravity's suggestions. Capped with flesh-tone - too pinkish for Brittany-flesh tone, but not that far off - disks of rubbery silicone that also appeared to defy the attraction of points south. Matt's eyes roved the area, seeking the hidden nipples.

"Girl. Look at that body." MargO dragged the words out. With both elbows high, Matt's sister was displaying her body to great effect, smooth stomach ending in the exaggerated line of her ribs, her chest open and expanded. 

"I work out." Booty shorts danced; the shirt came down. Matt struggled to bring his mind back from the image. From the valley between soft curves of forbidden breasts, down, down, to where she disappeared without a trace of bulge into snug elastic shorts. He, in his mind, saw the waistband coming down, exposing more forbidden softness. Tasting...

"And hit the tanning bed." He had to say something, forcing the words out. It helped, jarring his thoughts. He was better off teasing his sister, familiar ground, rather than lusting over her.

"Hell yes." Brittany spun on one heel and headed toward the kitchen. "My turn and I call munchie break. I've got pie."

"Yes you do, blondie. Yes you do." MargO shook her head. "Especially in those shorts."

"God. You two." Jenny gave a shake of her own. "Drink boy. I need servicing."

"Guess what I've got?" Brittany's voice was a rising lilt. "Cherry pie!"

Twin teen screams tore from MargO and Jenny. Laughter.

"No."

"You didn't."

"I forgot all about that."

Matt was lost. "Forgot what?"

"Born again virgins!" They said it like the Three Musketeers. More laughter and a congratulatory pinky-shake he hadn't see Brittany do in years. His face made it clear he was no less lost.

"No. I am so not ready for cherry pie magic. Not tonight. Not with this hunk serving drinks." Jenny shook her head, nodded at him. "Too much too soon. I thought this was the anti-V Day party."

"What the heck are you girls talking about?"

"Born Again Cherry Pie!" Sweet Jennifer turned on him. She rarely got stirred up liked this, her eyes blazing, cheeks flushed. "I can't believe you never heard us. We used to always joke about McDonalds' cherry pies, that we could eat the cherries to get our own cherries back. Born again virgins."

"Though we all still had our own original cherries at the time we started joking about it." Brittany pointed it out.

Matt shrugged. "I may have heard you. I just never listened."

It earned him a swat on the arm. 

"Well, maybe you should listen more. A girl's virginity is important to her," Jen was still energized, "even if guys thinks it's just something to treat like..."

She stopped, mouth forming an "O" as she looked at Matt, his hands now cocked on his hips. "Sorry. I forgot, Matthew. Really. If there's one guy who...Nevermind. I'll shut up now. Sorry."




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



Matt laughed first. "Come here, silly girl. It's okay." He opened his arms, and she slipped close for a hug. "Most of us could find room for improvement in how our first times went down."

"Or didn't."

"Zing!" MargO high-fived Brittany.

Jenny looked into Matt's eyes, stroked fingers back through his hair. "Still, I'm sorry. It's just been a rough week."

He massaged fingers down her back. "No problem. I know. Boys can be dicks."

Jenny rose up on her toes and kissed him. Soft again, soft lips, soft breath, soft tongue. None as soft as the breasts pushing full against his bare chest. A soft murmur, nearly a moan, into his mouth. She leaned in hard against his shape.

When she stepped back Matt leaned against the center island grinning, eyes half shut. They snapped open at Brittany's gasp, Jen's yelp of surprise. Liquid hit the floor, a darker splash soaked down Jenny's sweatshirt.

"Oh shit. My bad. How did that possibly happen?" His sister tossed him a towel hanging from the counter. "Would you clean that up? I'll get Jen-Jen something to wear. Follow me, girl."

Matt dropped to his knees, began to wipe up the spill. Fortunately, it was only water.

"You look good on your knees, joint boy." MargO had hoisted herself onto the counter to sit, onesie-clad feet dangling far from the floor.

"You look good on the counter, pierced Kitty." A small pointed tongue flicked out at that, dragged back past scraping teeth. "Good enough to eat."

He surprised himself saying it, but MargO's smile was wide and hungry. One tiny hand came up to cup a breast, squeeze it. Hiding one only made the shadowed demarcation of the other nipple seem more obvious. "That might be able to be arranged, liquor boy."

"That's me, the licker boy." Matt nearly shivered at the thought of spending time licking between the little sex kitten's thighs. "At your cervix."

"Oo. Too graphic."

"Sorry, it's an old joke." He stood, tossed the towel by the sink, before turning back toward her. She was quiet, eyes flitting from his and away, then back again. Her knees spread wide, he could see thick soft pile stretched between her thighs, where she had ground against him, doing more than dancing, on his lap. He pictured leaning close, licking, kissing between those tight firm little legs.

"Hey, Matteo. Wanna see something?" The hand found the tiny handle to the onesie's zipper, above a Kitty ear (the unpierced ear, but one still showing a small tear, as if from an old fight) against her throat. Downcast face; upturned eyes. Dangerous invitations.

"Where's our drink boy?" His sister, from the living room.

"Coming!"

"Well it's about time." She called back. "Didn't think you'd last this long with what these girls are doing to you."

MargO accepted his offered hands as he lowered her to her feet. She only hesitated for a second, toying with the zipper, denying him the offered sight. Pushing her against the counter, he slid one hand up along her lean side until he felt the curve from her ribs fill out with soft-firm young breast. She twisted away, escaping before his thumb found the hard raised button it sought.

Laughing, she danced back into the living room in the tight one piece. "Silly stoners, did we forget the munchies?"

Matt grabbed a bowl of pastel-foiled chocolate kisses. "Pie will be available upon request."

Jenny was now wrapped in his sister's thick white robe.

"Okay, kiddos. My turn." Brittany rubbed her hands together. "MargO, dear?"

"Yes, Brittania?"

"Pick your pleasure."

"Dare."

"Perfect. Here's your second solid. Or Matt's. Since we've seen two examples of what a lap dance isn't, now I dare you to further our drink boy's role as our personal toy, and show us what a lap dance really is like."

MargO's smile was toothless, predatory. "Down, boy."

She pointed to the empty over-stuffed reclining chair. He sat. MargO pranced to her jacket, bouncing on her balls of her feet, to extract her phone. She climbed onto the chair, straddling his lap.

Thumbs went to work on the small screen and a rapid electronica beat pulsed from the tinny speaker. With the phone set aside, she focused on him.

"The rules: No touching me. The dance ends when the song does. You sit and keep your hand down. I feel a touch or a kiss and the dance is done. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Do you think she's practiced that line?" Jenny sounded jealous.

MargO inched closer on her knees, hips began rhythmic circles, with the bass beat, on his lap. His eyes were locked on the tiny fingers, easing her central zipper down from her throat. Caramel skin showed as a pink and white kitty split in two. The circling hips dragged lower, catching on his rising bulge.

Lips parted with a tiny gasp before her tongue traced the upper Cupid's bow. A hand slipped under Kitty's ear, cupped one hidden breast. Hips increased their eager grind with the music. She leaned close, moaning into his ear.

Matt's hands rose on instinct, eager to touch, to fondle, to grab this erotic creature close upon him. 

"Hands. Down. Now." The sharp staccato command stopped him before he made contact. The zipper dropped deeper, the widening triangle of exposed flesh inches from his face. The rotating hips had isolated his upward straining tip, concentrating smaller circles that kept his hardness against her, high between her thighs.

Then the music changed. Half pause and, boom. Faster, with a deeper, more complex beat insinuating itself within the repeated refrain. The zipper dropped. Two hands appeared, only them blocking his view of a bare little chest and two erect nipples that had teased him though the plush cloth.

She spun to face away, timed perfectly with another change in the beat. Small firm cheeks danced against him as she leaned back. He was rigid against her, caught between her legs. He humped up as she pushed down, his knuckles white from gripping the upholstered armrests tight. 

Back arched, she tucked her face in against his neck. Her breath was rapid, hot. Over her shoulder, he could see each hand, squeezing, massaging a small breast. Tension radiated through her into him as breaths quickened, hips grew frantic. The music now seemed to somehow follow her body's lead, instead of the reverse.

Small, whining gasps escaped her, grinding osculations became a deep tremor that shook her entire tiny body. The music ended with three paced beats, joined by a sharp cry torn out of MargO's throat and a last, prolonged shudder. She relaxed, panting, against him.

After a moment she dragged in a deep breath, blew it out, giggled. She twisted in to nip, playful, at Matt's jaw. "Hands. Touching's okay now."

She reached for the zipper, nearly half way down her belly. Matt was slow to register her words, before wrapping an arm around her waist. It made him aware again just how small she was. Done with closing the onesie's zipper, her hand caught his just before he cupped a reclothed little mound. 

Brittany sounded dazed. "Damn, that's the sexiest thing I've seen all day. Did you just cum?" 

"Nah. Fooled you, didn't I?" MargO rocked her little hips, dragging his stiffened shape high between her thighs."I think somebody else in your family thought it was sexy too. Mm. And I'm responsible."

Languid, like a cat from a nap, she stretched her way into a seated position on his lap, turning to face him. "Matteo, what's the sexiest thing you've seen today?"

Matt's chest was heaving, his thoughts rattled by the sudden ending. The sexiest thing? Only one image burned clear in his mind. A lone, exposed nipple, a light brown eraser, asking to be licked, to be sucked, eager to swell to hardness, pulling the crinkling tender disk of surrounding flesh in.

"Look at his face! He's embarrassed. It's so cute." Jenny kicked her heels, laughing. "What is it?"

"I have to tell the truth?"

"By all the sacred rules of gameplay, yes. Or face an unrefusable dare."

"I refuse."

Jenny's feet stopped mid-flutter. Brittany clapped her hands. "Give him the dare, MargO. Anything you want is yours to command."

"I'll be generous." The tiny girl in the stretchy one-piece sounded like Cleopatra, or Caesar, granting a boon to the plebes. She slipped, almost slithered from his lap before standing, arms crossed, one hip cocked. "Matthew. Your dare: strip those sweatpants off and lose the shirt. You get to spend the rest of the night in no more than your undies."

"But..." He looked down at his abandoned lap. 

"Oh my." Jenny said it, but his sister stared too, at the same tenting of his sweats.

"That's right. "MargO tapped a foot. "No more attempting to hide what I was feeling shoving up against me. Show the ladies what you got, drink boy."

Matt took his time to stand. "You're really going to make me..."

"Hell yes I am." 

"You refused us the juicy truth." He wondered if Brittany would consider the truth so juicy if he had told it.

"So give us some eye candy." Sweet Jen's breasts bounced with her excitement.

He sighed, snagged the hem of his shirt. Mimicking his sister's motion at his dare, flashing her silicone, he continued upward, stripping the T over his head.

"Damn."

A wolf whistle.

"Hot bods seem to run in the family."

His eyes caught Brittany's at her comment.

He had filled out, put lean muscle on his frame in the time since high school. It gave him a thrill to get the compliments, and he was buzzed enough to not be too shy. "Pants too? You're sure?"

"Hell yes, the pants. I wanna see what I was riding."

"Just checking. I can't be responsible for any palpitations or undue flummoxings."

The sound of his pants hitting the floor, still around his ankles, was not loud. But it was the only sound in the room. He kicked them to one side, near the fireplace, then raised his eyes to the silent crowd of three.

Six wide open eyes, all aimed near his waist. Two open mouths. The third, his sister's, was pursed tight. For the first time all night, no comment, no wisecrack, no laughter. Things had suddenly gotten more serious.

He had to break the ice himself, putting his fist to his jaw: the thinker. "Hm. My turn now. Who deserves a good dare?"

"Or truth."

Jenny took the opportunity to keep the serving boy active, and perhaps distract his thought processes. "Matt, dear, while you're thinking. Would you please bring me a slice of that cherry pie? I think I'm finally ready."

"Sure. Tell you what. Brittany, you've been doing everyone solids..."

"Not me." Jenny protested.

"...so would you mind doing Jen-Jen here a favor and taking my turn while I get her a piece of your pie?"

Brittany beamed. "No problem."

He heard MargO as he entered the kitchen. "He said he's gonna get some of his sister's pie. That's hot. You go, girl."

Knowing Brittany so well, Matt almost heard her eyes roll in the silence.

"Jennifer, dear." No self-satisfied cat could speak so silkily smoothly, and with such articulation, while dispatching a mouthful of fresh-caught mouse. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"That'll work. Jen. Concerning Matt, and concerning the cherry pie he's bringing you, what are you finally ready for?"

"No. Don't make me."

"Jen-Jen, I wouldn't make you tell us the truth."

"You wouldn't?"

"Of course not. Please don't tell us. I have the perfect dare in mind, and you can't refuse it."

"Bitch."

"Love you too. Now do tell."

"Yeah, do tell." MargO pitched in. Matt decided this was a good moment to step back into the family room. His outline was clear in his underwear, just above eye level to Jenny as he handed her the plate and fork.

"Shit. I mean, thanks, Matt." She took a deep breath. "I'm finally ready to eat your damn magic cherry pie."

"And?" Brittany and MargO both leaned forward on the couch.

"And reclaim my innocence and become a born again virgin by the mystic rite of the Born Again Cherry ."

"And?"

Jenny hesitated.

"And?" MargO joined Brittany again for the third one.

"Really? In it that obvious?"

Both: "Yes!"

"Duh." MargO added.

"And dare Matt to take my cherry. The right way."

Silence. Matt realized all three girls were staring at his outline, now stiff and rigid in his boxer briefs, tenting out despite the snug knit. Jenny's eyes stayed there, while she took the plate and pie from his hand.

"Good enough. My turn. Matt. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"I dare you...Truth! Really? Okay. Matt, I'm a born again virgin now, or will be as soon as I eat this magic pie. A very horny virgin."

"And a very experienced one." Matt looked at his sister as she said it. Her face showed tension, discomfort behind a too-broad smile. Then it was gone and she was laughing with MargO, leaning together on the couch.

"Shush, you. It's my turn. Matthew. Would you please make my first time special? Tonight, right now?"

Oh. My. God."

"You go girl."

"And what happens if I refuse to answer the truth?"

"You have to do the follow up dare. No matter what." Brittany could fill in for the Marquess of Queensbury and Hoyle simultaneously.

"Jenny can dare me to do whatever it is that is her deepest desire and I do it, right now, with no hesitation?"

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry, Jen. But I have to refuse the Truth."

She looked at him, one hand clenching the robe's lapels close. Her arm separating and emphasizing the large swelling of a breast to either side. The pie, the plate, waited undisturbed by her knee.

Jenny's voice was soft. "My first time sucked. Your first time sucked. I'm born again. I dare you to show me what would you do to make my first time right?"

"Well, first I would get..."

"Show me." Jenny didn't sound sweet anymore. Maybe MargO's edge had rubbed off. Maybe the vodka, the weed, and the conversation had stirred something. In no hurry, she picked up the plate, cut a delicate triangle of crust framing a single syrupy cherry with the fork. "In complete detail. Now."

"Ooo." Brittany and MargO said it together.

She took the bite, chewed, swallowed.

"Alright. Hold on." Matt decided to push back, see how far she really would go. "First, we need to add to the romance. If I'm going to pop your fresh new cherry on St. Valentine's Day, and do it right, we need some romance."

He knelt in front of the fireplace, thankful he had taken the time earlier to stack kindling and small split wood in a staggered stack, ready to light. Learning how to start a fire was one of the few positive memories he had of his father. After he made sure the flue was open, he lit two pieces of fatwood - pine stump wood so full of resin it would burn when wet - and thrust them into the stack. Once it caught, he stuck the metal screen in front of the fire. "Be right back."

He disappeared around the corner, but immediately popped back into the room to stop in front of the nervous, excited girl. He took Jenny's hands in his own. "I'm so sorry. This is your special time, and I want it to be perfect for you. If I was really taking your virginity, doing it right, I would have done this first, before starting the fire."

He dropped her hands and stepped closer. One hand tilted her chin up, the other slipped to the back of her neck. His kiss was soft, but insistent. Her lips opened, tongues met and slipped past. Her arms wrapped up and around him. Full soft breasts compressed as they leaned closer, into one another, the kiss continuing as small sounds of enjoyment escaped fleeting gaps in their hungry, greedy lips.

He guided her arms from around his neck, stroked the back of a hand down one flushed cheek. His erect outline was clear in the tight boxer briefs. "Now. I'll be right back."

As he rounded the corner again, his sister's voice broke the silence. "Wow."

"Who is going to blink first?" MargO the narrator purred, holding an imaginary reporter's microphone. "Hmm. Let's watch and see."

"Not me." Matt heard Jenny's response as he entered their Mom's room.

Matt grabbed the heavy sheepskin rug that their mom kept hanging over the footboard of her bed. Four New Zealand sheepskins, with thick, angel-soft fleece, sewn together into a buoyant fluffy expanse of decadent luxury.

"Oh yeah."

"This drink boy is good. Very good."

"And looks good in his skivvies."

The audience provided commentary as he spread the lambskin in front of the small fire. Jenny stood in silence, twisting one end of the robe belt in both hands. He moved the screen aside and added three bigger split logs to the fire, pleased with the small coals already glowing. The collapsing stack provided plenty of support to allow air, oxygen, to feed under the new pieces.

Again taking Jenny's hands, he guided her close to the flames, their feet lost in the depths of the soft fleece. Brittany got up tip-toeing, dimmed the room lighting, letting the glow of the fire dominate. She took a seat next to MargO on the couch, where they had a clear view of both her brother and Jenny.

"Matt." Jenny's voice came out weak, almost a squeak. "I have something for you, something I want to show you."

She freed her hands from his, brought them to her robe. He saw her eyes flit, to the side, toward his sister. She loosened the belt before pulling the lapels wide, showing herself to him. Then she dropped it off her shoulders, letting the heavy garment fall in a pile at her feet.

"Ahh!" Silhouetted by the fire, Matt's hips clearly humped, jerking forward in unconscious response. 

"Oh my fucking god." 

Matt's reaction was to the sight of Sweet Jennifer's large, full breasts, and her swelling hips, adorned with but in no way covered by a thin, familiar, royal blue bikini.

MargO's blasphemous outburst was brought on by Matt and the growing dark wet spot leaking outward from the head of his straining cock, trapped under thin cotton. "Oh god I gotta see."

Naughty Kitty was off the couch and on her knees in front of him, intent on his groin. It would have been one of the sexiest sights of his recent life, if he had been able to give her any attention. Instead his eyes were on Jenny, moving up, down, up again, old fantasies brought shockingly to life. Soft, full flesh showed below the overwhelmed string that tried to define her bust, tied behind her back; more bulged out on either side of each inadequate top triangle. Nipples stretched out the centers of the worn nylon, shadowy-distinct in the firelight. Jenny's eyes were down, focused on the same spot as MargO's.

Jenny lowered herself to her knees too, but slowly, almost as though in the thick atmospheric molasses of a trance. Only once she was kneeling did she look up at him. The fire caught her upturned eyes, reddened the pale skin revealed to him far more erotically in the blue bikini than mere nakedness could have. Brittany, his wingman, had delivered on this one. 

Matt glanced over at the couch, at his sister. The firelight threw shifting shadows. That explained his impression of quick small motions of one of her hands, draped over a thigh, where the booties shorts snugged tight and the socks left a narrow band of skin.

"Can we see?" MargO asked, big eyes looking up at him. He saw her now. She tucked long hair, red and black, back behind her ear and the fire caught the precise line cropped tight above her scalp underneath. Small hands hovered in the air, inches from his waistband, printed in large block letters spelling the designer's name. 

"Yes. Please."Jenny's eyes stayed fixed on the wet spot as she nodded. "I've never seen one...like this."

The cherry pie inspired her innocence. She punctuated her request with two upper teeth, glinting in the light, biting down into her full lower lip. 

Matt was not confident he could speak clearly at the moment. He nodded to MargO, licked his lips before adding, "Show her."

Fine, delicate little fingers slipped under the elastic band, stretched it outward, then down over his hips.




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



"Oh my." Sweet Jennifer's words slipped out at the sight of his stiffness, bouncing once, twice, before settling, pointed directly at her lips.

"Uhhh!" Matt started when both MargO's hands wrapped around him, squeezing, holding, hefting his weight. 

"This is a cock, Jen-Jen. A hard on. A boner. A big, thick fuckstick, stiff and ready to pop your tight, new cherry."

"Uh! Ohh." Matt groaned when the top fingers slipped up his shaft, squeegeeing the slick precum from his head in one excruciating motion. He could see the viscous wet glitter gathered where tiny thumb met her first finger.

The other hand, starting at his root, pumped up his length. This thumb traced the tender underside of the shaft, teasing more of his fluid up to gather in a thick clear drop, leaking from the slit at the very tip of his swollen head. "Taste it. Taste his precious seed. Before he pumps you full of it."

Finally looking up at him, eyes moist and wide. "May I?" Again he nodded. Jenny opened her mouth, let her tongue slip out before she looked back down to the stiff rod in front of her. Her hand nudged the smaller one off, fingers squeezing in a gentle rhythm that did not feel like the work of an inexperienced virgin. Matt did not complain.

She looked down at the girl kneeling next to her on the sheepskin. "Mine."

MargO shrugged, stood. "For now." She moved back to the couch, making a point of dipping a finger into the precum collected at the web of her other hand. 

She sucked the fingertip. "Mmm. So fucking good." The finger scooped back for more as she turned, sat close to Brittany. 

Matt's sister, no hand now moving between her thighs, twisted toward MargO and began to speak. She was cut off when the slim cum-covered finger pushed in past her parting lips. She squealed, sealing her mouth tight, the finger tip still within.

MargO retrieved her finger, laughing. "You tasted your bother's cum. You tasted your brother's cum. Wait. Ohmygod. Did you just swallow? Oh fuck that is hot! She just fucking swallowed her brother's cum!"

"You guys!" Jenny sounded exasperated. Matt's mind whirled. A fantasy bikini girl about to suck his cock, two beauties tasting his cum. Brittany tasting his cum. "This is my dare."

Brittany finally spoke up. "Yeah, this dare's gone on long enough. There is a time limit, you know."

"There is?"

"Yes, there is. This is just the first time we've needed to enforce it. Whose turn is it?"

"Mine." Matt was sure of that. He had been dared to show how he would take Jenny's soft, curvy virginity and now his wingman was cutting him off. "Jen-Jen, I dare you to keep going, letting me show you exactly what I would do. While these two stay out of it. Go ahead, Jen, take it in your mouth, taste it."

He stroked her hair back from her face, held it to the back of her head. She leaned in and opened her lips wide enough for him to slide between them.

"That's it. Good girl. So good." She didn't take much more than his head in, bobbing, licking tentatively. Matt wondered how much was a Born Again act, how much real.

He heard a soft moan from the couch. Glancing into the flickering dark there, he saw his sister and MargO turned, facing one another. Brittany had the web between MargO's thumb and forefinger held between her lips. His sister slurped there, sucking in any remaining residue of his seed while the smaller girl watched, jaw hanging open. He held Jenny's head and thrust his hips at the unexpected, taboo, and incredibly sexy sight.

She whined around his cock, as it forced her mouth open wide, then resumed her bobbing rhythm, taking him deeper.

"Okay." His voice was a harsh whisper. "Okay. Jen. Enough."

Adding his other hand to her head, he held her in place, extracted his cock from her slurping lips. She whined again, looking up at him with eyes shining moist with held back tears. "Do you want this inside of you?"

She nodded as he shoved his boxer briefs the rest of the way down, kicked them off. He lowered his weight onto his knees, joining her on the luxurious rug. Matt pulled he close, kissed her, his hands now roaming freely over her body. One slipped under the small triangle accenting a breast, squeezed her soft weight before catching her nipple between finger and thumb.

The other hand seized her rounded hip, tugged her lower body hard against him, grinding. She moaned louder into his mouth, added her efforts to the force pressing them together. Her hands, fingers, scrambled, frantic through his hair, down over shoulders and arms. He found a loose end of the bow tying her bikini bottom, pulled.

"Lay back." His mouth against hers.

"It's 'lie back'." Her grin ended in a nibble on just upper lip.

He leaned forward enough to topple her balance, caught her with an arm around her back to lower her onto the fleece. His free hand stripped a half-tied tangle of blue from her hips and down one long, curvy leg. He set it near his own briefs, then leaned over enough to grab the leg of his sweats, pull them into the pile.

"So. Innocent, sweet Jennifer." He kneeled over her, naked between her legs. Two narrow triangles still attempted to hold her breasts in check as she looked up at him, drawing deep breaths through her nose. "This is what you want? For me to take this precious cherry right here right now, with the fire burning?"

She nodded agreement. 

"With this?" The took his stiff shaft in his hand, slapped it down. He landed, wet and slick, on thin hair over soft skin beginning to fold between her legs, with an audible smack.

Jenny jumped. "Ahh!"

Matt moved back on the lambskin@, bending forward to take his weight on his hands. "I'll take that as a yes."

He leaned in enough to lick, one single long pass, up between Jenny's soft thighs.

"Aayy!" Her body jolted, hands scrabbling for the assailant, leg kicking out. Her hips lunged upward, bring her most sensitive spot back into Matt has he pulled up from his first teasing lick.

He licked harder, sucking as she screamed again, pushing his head, his mouth away. "Too much. Oh. Wow. Too. Too much."

"Sorry, Jenny." He whispered, stroked her legs, then her belly, felt it relax. His breath, warm and close sent a string of tremors through her. A soft, gentle tongue, lapping slowly. 

She murmured at the ceiling. "Oh my. So much." Full breasts shook in the little bikini as quivers filled her. "Aaah!"

The more powerful twitch triggered as soon as his attention increased. "Matt. Please. It's so much right now. I'm so ready. Please." Hands that had pulled him to her waist, pulled him away, now led him up along her body, bring his hard stiffness back into her view and close between her legs.

A hand scrambled between them before she found him, aimed him at her newly virgin center. He leaned closer to kiss her, felt her hips lift toward her guiding hand.

"Wait." He pushed up, back on his heels. 

"Whaat?" She still held him, began to move her hand.

"This. Something all virgins need to know." He grabbed his sweats and retrieved the foil package from his pocket. "Have you ever put one on before?"

Jenny shook her head. 

"Then watch. You can try it another time." It earned him a smile and eased a little tension. She did watch, along with two other spectators, as he rolled the thin cover down over his staff, illuminated by the flickering orange light. 

He slid his hand up-down his length, allowing his knuckles to ride against her, feeling how slick the evening had conspired to leave her. She shuddered at the direct contact. "Last chance to back out." 

"Same for you."

"No, it's not. This is your dare that I cannot refuse." He dragged the head up, allowing it to push between swollen lips, parting her outermost slit. "I can't stop, Jen, unless you tell me to."

Down he dragged it, bringing a whimper from her and a soft groan from himself as he saw the covered head vanish inside watch. "I have to keep going."

Her back arched with the next trip, slow and deeper. Another whimper. Not just the head now, he was inside her, but still moving up and down, still held in his fist. "I'm have to push myself inside you, I must take your innocence, with my cock buried inside your tight, virgin body, unless you tell me to stop. That's the rules."

Matt dragged the head deeper between her lips. He held himself pointed into her depths, head fully inside. His hips pumped and he slid in, through his fist, deeper by only a finger's breadth, then back. "Last chance."

"Please, Matt. Fuck me."

"Arggh." His hips lunged forward as he cried out. Jenny's cry was higher, louder, continued after his became a breathy growl. Her back arched deeper, stayed there, shivering with tiny rapid spasms. His pace was slow but insistent. The firelight glinted off her juices slickening his shaft before every push back in.

"Jesus, Marg. He's actually fucking her."

"I know. I'm as wet as she is. And she's starting to fuck him back."

"She is. Naughty naughty virgin." Jenny's knees were bent now. Her hands held them and her legs, opening herself to Matt.

"Lucky lucky virgin."

"Yeah. Hey!" Brittany squealed in surprise, his sister's voice bringing Matt's eyes.

"Damn. You're as wet as I am." MargO's tiny hand was high between Brittany's legs, captured by his sister's own hand on top.

"Matt." One word from Jenny brought him back. She let go of her knees and brought both hands in, to cradle her breasts. She pushed them together before catching each blue triangle with curling fingers and parting them like curtains, exposing the two breasts he had pictured so many times over the last couple of years.

Matt's hips continued to pump on their own as he watched the show.

"That's it. Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me good." Leaving her chest exposed, supported by the shoved aside bikini cups, her hands again wrapped behind her knees, hugged them close.

"Do you think they're going to be done soon?"

"Do you think she looks like a virgin?"

"Seriously I could do way better. Time's up, I think. Let's go on without them. MargO. Truth or dare?"

"Hmm. Truth, I think."

"Would you like to kiss me?"

"Where?"

"That's not an answer."

"Okay. I'll give you the truth. But clarify one thing for me please."

"Like?"

"Did I hear you say you could do a way better job than her of being a virgin while you're brother is fucking you with that fine dick of his?"

"You know what I meant."

"I think I do. Even if you won't admit it, I think I do. Now. To answer your question. Would I like to kiss you? Duh. You're gorgeous, sexy, sweet, and fun. Of course I want to kiss you. And lick and taste you."

"Well?" Matt resisted looking. But his sister sounded like she had trouble catching her breath. "Are you going to?"

"Going to what?"

"Kiss me!" 

"Oh, did you want me to?"

"MargO!"

"What? That was a truth, not a dare. This isn't no stupid show and tell." Even without seeing her face, the smile was clear in the petite girl's voice. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes please."

"Where?"

"MargO!"

"Just asking. Wait. It's my turn, huh? Britt, truth or dare?"

"Ah, dare. And I hope it involves kissing."

"Not to worry. I dare you to let me kiss you..."

"Okay!" Her agreement was bright and immediate.

"...under your little silicone pasties."

Matt's head turned to look. He forced his eyes back to Jenny under him, his pace increasing as a tingling fire began to spread down his spine.

"Okay." The second 'okay' sounded quieter, suddenly less sure.

"Come here." Even as MargO spoke the request, she tugged up on the rough hem of the cropped T. This time the pert hemispheres stayed exposed, dim in the firelight. MargO held the shirt up with one hand. With the other, she peeled a soft rubber cover from one breast.

"It's smushed!" Jenny turned to look at that, giving Matt permission to turn his head again. MargO brought her mouth close. "I have to kiss it better."

"Oh. Yes." Matt pulled the long curvy legs higher as he thrust into Jenny. Heels wrapped behind him. Full breasts bounced wide at the force. His sister grabbed black hair to keep MargO's lips and tongue where they were. The words themselves he heard might have been Brittany's, or Jen's, or his own. His vision went dimmer, redder than the fire could explain.

"That's it."

"Like that."

So good."

"Suck it."

"God. Yes."

"Fuck her."

"Harder."

That's it."

"So close."

"Cum for me."

"Uhh."

"God."

"Yes."

"So much."

His eyes were locked to Jenny's as he came, pulsing inside her as her legs pulled him close in time with each agonizing, ecstatic peak. The words filled the air around them. Some had escaped their own lips, but neither could have identified which. Others had been been soundless thoughts suddenly voiced from another throat.

Matt collapsed on top of her, enjoying the naked softness slick under his own sweaty weight as they each struggled to catch their breath. Jenny's long fingers combed through his hair. "Not the way I would recommend popping just any cherry, but damn, I will never forget my new first time."

He levered himself back up on his hands, to look down at her again. Her hands stroked over his shoulders, explored his upper arms where the muscles was flexed, displayed by his position. He smiled. "I think I'll always remember your new first time too."

"I hope so. But a few friendly pointers. If you're going to break in any real virgins. Okay?"

He nodded, still smiling. He moved his softening shape inside her. "Please."

"Ooh. Um. Fire, sheepskin, very good. A+. Nice rhythm, definitely, but might want to be a bit gentler on a first timer. But credit for giving this born again virgin what she wanted." She pushed her hips into him in a slow circle.

"Also, try to keep your focus on her. No looking off at another girl while you're doing the deed."

"You looked too!" Matt blushed hot enough for it to be obvious even in the red light of the coals.

"Who wouldn't?" She turned her head again, looking directly at Brittany and MargO. The cropped top was back down, now showing twin shadowy hints that had been missing earlier, and the two girls snuggled close, watching. "Probably a good idea to not be popping any real cherries while a little nympho sucks on your sister's titties."

MargO kicked tiny, onesie-clad feet as the two girls laughed. "I didn't hear you complaining."

Jenny stuck her tongue out at them. "I was fine with Matt here, on the furs in front of the fire. But I will thank you two for the show; you have no idea what your performance was doing to the way he did me."

She tightened he legs around him, pushing into him, grinding her hips up off the floor. 

"Oop." She let herself drop when her last motion slipped him free, out of her and wet between her thighs. He slid, still cased in a loosening condom, up along her swollen opening to plop with a soft slap on the tender flesh below her belly. "I think we'd better clean up."

Matt snagged the dropped robe, helped Jenny to her feet, both suddenly shy. He wrapped it over her shoulders. "Take our Mom's bath. I'll go upstairs to mine. Hey." 

He said the last as she spun to go, and kissed her when she turned back. "Thanks."

Her hand slid up the outside of one arm, stopping, massaging again on muscles below the shoulder. He looked down between them, at the wanton, curving revelation between the open sides of the robe. A single blue string, still holding fast across her midsection, showed in the gap between two swelling mountains. She spun away once more. "Any time."

Matt cupped a hand under the sagging end of the condom, weighted with his own seed and wet with Jenny's juices. A sudden, keen awareness of his nakedness, of his audience, struck him. He took the stairs in a quick waddle with his hand almost between his legs.

He heard a wolf whistle from the couch. "I gotta pee too."

"Go ahead, use mine, MargO. First on the left upstairs. Now where'd that second joint go?" The faint conversation ended when he closed his own door. Each bedroom in the house had its own attached bath. 

Once in his own, he turned on the water and leaned his free hand on the counter, grinned at the mirror. "Holy shit. You dog. I can't believe that just happened."

He shook his head in disbelief, still grinning as he looked down, leaning close over the sink to peel the latex mess off.

"Wait." It wasn't loud, almost a whisper. Still, he jumped back in alarm.

MargO stood, tiny hand on his bathroom door. "Let me."

For the second time, she was on her knees on front of him, reaching for wetness there.

"Oh, shit, MargO, what are you doing?"

Nimble fingers encircled him, slid the loose condom - slick now inside and out - back up over his half-firm form. Dark eyes watched as his captured seed molded around the thicker bulb at the end. Her lips wrapped around it, her tongue slurping underneath, oddly distant through the latex. "Mmmm."

She released it with a 'pop'. "Thank you. I've always wanted to taste that tramp's pussy, and she just won't let me." A pink tongue folded out when her mouth opened for more.

"MargO!" Brittany replaced her friend at his door. The naughty pierced Kitty stood, keeping a hand on him. His sister stared where the little hand stayed.

"Oops. I guess we got caught." The tiny girl gave him a brief pumping squeeze. "Laters."

Matt almost thought it was MargO who dragged his sister away from his room, Brittany's eyes never rising above his naked waist. He looked again at the mirror, wondered why the bright image he saw in his mind were the clear signs of nipples now showing through his sister's thin top. Then an image of MargO's lips descending on a hardened tender tip. His cock twitched, even though he pictured those lips on a different tip, much smaller than his own.

After the condom had been tied off and discarded and a quick rinse off leaning over the sink, he pulled on thicker, looser flannel boxers. Not so clinging and more comfortable than the snug boxer briefs. The fear of being exposed with a boner seemed distant now. It was still underwear, so he hadn't violated his dare.

"Catch up, stud." Sweet Jennifer was back in her sweatpants, and different shirt. The loose T only vaguely disguised the softly moving breasts within. She kissed the line of his jaw, allowing teeth to graze his skin, before handing him the lit joint, the wire handle already bent outward. It was the same sensitive spot MargO had nipped at. 

Brittany brought him a drink and handed it over as he exhaled, her eyes twinkling bright. "Take another hit, big brother. We started without you."

"I think all kinds of things may have started without me here. I didn't know you liked girls."

"What?" She looked defiant. "What's not to like? When MargO decides she wants to suck, who could say no to those lips?"

"I can't argue with that." Without thinking about it, Matt slipped his drink hand around his sister's waist, put the joint to his lips again. 

"I could say no to those lips. And have more than once." Jenny confirmed what MargO had hinted in the bath.

Brittany followed Matt's lead, slipping her arm under his and around him. It felt comfortable. Then his cold glass, wet with condensation, touched the bare skin showing under her T. She squealed, pushing harder against him, away from the icy touch.

"Geez, you two! Get a room." Jenny crossed her arms as she spoke, pushing two rounded pillows up and together under her shirt.

Brittany pushed him away. "Hey, he touched me with his glass, it was cold. Pervert."

"Want me to dare you to give him a lap dance, Britt? Not sure who'd like that more." MargO joined in the teasing.

"I know, really?" 

"It's not your turn, little lap slut." Brittany avoided the question. "You dared me last."

Matt protested. "Wait. Jen-Jen dared me. I missed my turn."




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



"Seriously, Matt?" MargO's hands were on tiny, cocked Kitty hips. "You would have come up with something better than my sucking on your sister's luscious tits while you came inside Sweet Jen-Jen here?"

"She's got you there, bro. Kinda pervy, but hot. How about this: since there is no clear next questioner, and this conversation has turned Matt into a total bogart." Brittany paused for him to catch on, hand off the forgotten, smoking roach. "We break for munchies. Truth or Dare restarts when someone mentions explicit sex."

"That'll give us a good 90 seconds."

"I know. Seriously. Think about food. Don't we have chips?"

"We have cherry pie."

"No. Not pie. It's too close to sex."

"Stop. Talk about chips. Salsa. Guacamole."

"Guac? You have guac? Break out. Brittany's guacamole is better than sex."

"Watch it."

"Sorry."

"By the way, did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" MargO tilted her head, hard enough to show more smooth even-sheared stubble hinting at the scalp beneath as long hair swung away.

Brittany showed a wide crescent of delighted white teeth. "Are my nipples really all that luscious?"

"Watch it. That's the road to graphic."

"Sorry."

After that, and with the weed's help, chips and guac kept thoughts largely occupied until they returned to the living room. Matt knelt on the sheepskin rug to tend the fire.

"Drink boy."

"Yes, Mistress MargO."

"That sounds good. You can call me that again." The Kitty purred, curled on the couch next to his sister. "I'm still hungry, I want a piece of that pie now. Please."

"As you wish, mistress."

Tempting fate, girl." Brittany shook a finger at her.

"What? Nothing graphic. It's just pie."

"Yeah right. Just pie, Jen-Jen?"

Jenny had the recliner all the way back. Her words were low, not quite slurred. "Just pie. Sure. You keep believing that."

The other two girls laughed at her.

"I know the difference between graphic sex and food." MargO took the plate Matt brought. "This is cherry pie. Which is food."

The fire cracked as a tiny pocket of pitch exploded. She almost dropped the plate as she jumped. "And that's a fire. It's not graphic sex either. Graphic sex is what these two were doing in front of the fire when big-boobed bimbo here begged Matt to fuck her new cherry. And then encouraged him to pound her with that fine cock of his in a very unvirginal way."

She looked around, again flashing the buzzed scalp under a thin red stripe as her hair flared out. "Shucks. Was that graphic? My bad."

"And my turn." Matt pounced on his opportunity.

"It's my turn too." Brittany stopped him. Brother and sister paused, looking at each other in silence. "Tell you what. I have a dare I think you'll like. And that would make it your turn, once it's done. If you don't like my dare, I relinquish my turn to you. Fair?"

"Sounds good. But what..."

"Listen. I'm invoking the special magic pie double dare rule."

"I've never heard of..."

"...that I just made up." Brittany's open hand, palm out, ended any protest.

"Matt and MargO, I hereby double dare the two of you to take that slice of magic born again cherry pie upstairs to his room, close the door, and do whatever you want for the next 30 minutes. MargO, you're in charge."

Matt and MargO looked at one another. Not flirting, nervous. He raised one eyebrow. She lowered her eyes before she nodded. 

"Are you sure?"

Her eyes came back up at his question. She bit her lip as she nodded again, holding her arms out to him. "Oh yeah." 

She squealed, laughing when he scooped her up. Even holding her weight, he took two stairs at a time. He did not set her down until his foot had kicked his door closed.

He stepped back, repeated her earlier command. "Assume the position."@

"Which one? This one?" Naughty Kitty onesie spun away, bent at the middle. A bright red stripe in black hair covered both feet as her head met her shins. Arms wrapped behind her knees, cinching in the doubled over position. It gave Matt the sight of a faint but distinct crevice between twin puffy hills.

"This one?" On his bed. On her knees, hands on hips. The bright twinkle in MargO's eye was back, not nervous at all. She leaned forward, taking her weight on bending arms until one turned cheek touched his comforter. Two other rounded cheeks, raised high, wiggled a quick invitation before she clambered off the bed. 

"Maybe this...Hmm. I know. Let me finish what I started. Assume the position yourself, handsome." She spun the old armless straight back chair from his desk. He sat, legs square, shoulders straight.

"First things first." She stepped over his lap and settled down, facing him. Neither onesie-clad foot reached the floor. Tiny hands turned his face up and she brought her lips to his. The kiss was prolonged, insistent, hungry. Where Jenny's lips and tongue had been full, pillowy, soft, like her breasts and body, MargO's were small but strong, filled with tensions barely held in check, almost vibrating with passion, desire.

When she pulled back her eyes glowed, focused and greedy. "I have a couple secrets I need to share. Ready for the first one?"

She did not wait for an answer. One hand teased, slowly bringing the long zipper down, opening Kitty from neck to navel. Matt watched in silence as more and more skin was exposed, at the growing hints of rounding flesh showed on either side of her chest. Her eyes were on his as her hands pulled the plush fabric wider.

Matt gasped; his hips thrust up into the little tease on his lap. She giggled at his response to what she revealed. A polished gold bar pierced each nipple, accenting the crowning point of each petite little mound. Then she cried out, tiny fists clasping at his hair as his lips, tongue, teeth seized one pierced nubbin. Her lower body ground back and forth on his in a rapid fire humping motion, accompanied by a groaning whine. He grasped the other diminutive breast, pinching, pulling, rolling that nipple between thumbs and fingers, .

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck fuck fuck yes." Her words spat out in the same rapid pace as her hips ground on him, both frenetic, frenzied, frantic.

His mouth left her nipple, returned for a second quick slurping suck, then pulled back. He stared at her, lips parted, panting. His larger, stronger fingers slipped under the split zipper above hers, exposing her more of her collar bone and shoulders. "Are you ready for your pie, little girl? If we go on like this much longer, I don't know if I can be gentle."

She smiled, shook her head. "No."

"No?"

"No. Don't be gentle." Again, his hips moved.

"And no cherry pie for me."

"Wait. Don't you want to pop your...I thought that was the dare."

"That is the dare. And my second secret." The confidence on her face evaporated, eyes dropping. She nodded to the door with her head. "I don't want the girls to know, but I don't need any pie."

She paused, studying him. Realization hit. "You're still a virgin? For real?"

She nodded again, agreeing. "But, I don't want to be one. Not anymore. I want you, Matteo. I want you inside me, to make me a woman. Tonight."

"Okay, but we can slow down. I can..."

"No!" Her face was set hard, determined. "Fuck me, Matt. I saw what you did with Jen-Jen. I almost came watching; I am fucking soaked. I have never been this ready in my life. Don't slow down. Fuck me. Please."

She slipped off his lap, stood facing him. The onesie slipped off one shoulder, then the other, dropped to the floor like the bikini-hiding robe earlier. MargO, though, was entirely naked underneath. Naked except for two nipple rings and a tiny, trimmed patch of dark between her legs.

She took his hands, pulled him to his feet, then grabbed his shirt hem, started to ease it up. Getting the hint, Matt helped, tugging it up and off. MargO took a moment to drink in his chest before she dropped to a squat, began to peel his boxers down.

He sprang loose, swinging rigid in front of her face as she encouraged him to lift one foot, then the other, free of his underwear. A sharp little tongue flicked over his tip. "I'm a virgin, Matt. That doesn't mean I'm innocent."

Flick. "Or inexperienced." Her mouth was around him, sucking hard, then gone with a loud pop and a smile. "Sit back down."

She spun her back to him, giving him another flash of now-naked puffed mounds split by the darkness of a narrow cleft. 

He groaned when her sat on him, naked back arched against him. "Remember your lap dance?"

She wriggled down onto him then hoisted her hips up. His cock sprang free and she caught it between her thighs as they dropped back down. A small hand made sure it stayed snugged to her. Matt felt slickness slide along the top of his shaft. Her head turned, close against him. He felt her breath on his neck. "It's okay to touch me this time."

His hands grabbed her chest and she answered by grinding down on him, holding him tight between her thighs, pressing close with small fingers to keep him centered on her spreading wetness. Her scent reached him carrying more musk and spice than before, the product of the evening's prolonged teasing arousals. She whined, high and sharp, when his fingers caught a pierced nipple and rolled.

"Naughty pierced Kitty." He growled it.

She laughed, close to his ear. "You approve?"

He pulled her tighter to his chest, deepening her arch. "I approve whole heartedly. She's a very sexy Kitty."

Fingers stroked along the sensitive ridge defining his bulbous head. "I can tell."

They guided the bulb down, her hips coming up. He felt her soft flesh give, opening to him. "Are you going to fuck your little girl now?"

"Is that what my little girl wants?" Matt could feel tensions building as she moved on him, teasing herself with him. 

"Yes, Daddy." She moaned, almost too soft to hear. "Your big cock makes me feel so funny down there."

Matt paused. Only for a moment, but she felt it. She licked up, under his ear.

"Daddy." He felt fingers encouraging the middle his shaft to sink deeper into her as hungry lips opened around him. "Please, Daddy. Don't stop."

He chuckled. "Yeah? You want your Daddy to pop your cherry. Is that it?" To the best of Matt's knowledge there was no father in the girl's life. There was a Ms. O, but never a Mr. O.

"Uh huh. I...I've always felt safe in Daddy's lap. I've missed it. Please. Please, Daddy. Make me yours. Make me a woman tonight. Fuck your naughty pierced little Kitty." 

Fingertips spread slickness over his underside from low on his shaft near the root, dragged up toward the tip. After a teasing swirl along the ridge, the fingers found more thick wetness, his, and continued their task. 

Then she was up, off his lap and the chair. Tiny hands reached out to him, took his and pulled. Once standing she guided him to his own bed, pushed him back on it. Matt reclined, except for a single central part angling upward, and watched the little cutie clamber up next to him, her small, full lips open, her eyes bright. He only spoke when she lifted one knee, began to straddle his middle. 

"Wait!"

"What?" The confidence vanished from her face in an instant. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, sweet Maggie." She smiled at that. His hand stroked along her side, over smooth, tight skin. "You're perfect. I just forgot something."

Matt rolled to his side, pulled open his night stand drawer and pulled out the second condom.

She blushed, biting her lip. "Silly me. I guess I got excited."

Matt's eyes followed a small hand that trailed down between her pert little breasts, over her smooth, flat belly. It slipped between her legs, curving back and up in a way suggesting fingers were disappearing inside. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes fluttered.

She continued in a hoarse whisper. "Really excited."

When he started to tear open the foil package, tiny fingers snatched it from him. "Can I?"

Matt groaned when she slipped the inner rolled object between her lips, dropped her mouth over him. His back tensed in its own arch, trying to push more of his hardness into her warmth. Small hands braced on his hips, keeping him at the distance we wanted. For the second time, he felt that warmth, dimmed through latex, as the condom rolled down over his engulfed shaft. 

Most of the way down, she stopped. He felt the impact of the back of her mouth. Lips pushed the still-rolled part down around him until she choked. He heard it, felt her gag and the soft spray of wetness as her coughed. 

MargO pulled back, gasping.

She drew in a deep, we breath, wiped her mouth with the back of one forearm. Tears did not fall, but he could see them gathers around both eyes. A sheepish grin became a nervous chewing of her swollen, puffy lower lip.

Her hand wrapped as far as it could around him, rolling down the remaining latex. 

"I practiced, Daddy. I really did. I tried to get ready but I didn't know it would be this big."

"You did fine, little girl. How did you practice?"

"I practiced on a banana." Fingers stroked along his rigid length.

"To put a condom on with your mouth?"

"Yes, Daddy." Fingers squeezed, deep around his root, forcing a groan from him. She crawled closer, lifted one knee to again straddle him. "And other things."

He watched her gather spit at her mouth, transfer it to his encased, swollen head. She brought her hips down to him, guided him up, along her opening. "I practiced...uhh. I practiced putting things inside me."

His head slipped in, immediately squeezed tight. Her face pulled in, nervous, worried. "But nothing this big, Daddy."

Her hips dropped, forcing him in another inch, her walls reluctantly wider. They rose up, dropped again. "Agh! Daaaddy! It's really big."

Matt watched the tiny shudders that each movement brought to her pierced nipples, shimmying above him. She rose up, dropped again. harder. "Ahhhh!"

Almost a scream. A barrier was crossed, overcome, and she eased down, taking him reluctantly inside her. Her head hung back, mouth open. Matt grabbed her hips and tugged her down on him to complete his entrance. Her head rolled forward to look down at him.

"Oh. My. God. Daddy. You're inside me. All the way."

Matt growled. "Yes, baby. I am. Now show Daddy what a naughty little Kitty you are."

She grinned at the suggestion. A sudden determination wiping the smile from her face. It was his turn to cry out when she pulled up, back off of him, leaving him unexpectedly abandoned when the squeezing walls no longer surrounded, milking at him.

She scrambled around beside him until on all fours, facing away. Between parted thighs he saw the tiny crevice open now, shining wet, a bud in bloom.

"Now I think I remember someone telling me to assume a position where my head was down." For the second time her cheek hit the bed, harder than before. "And my ass was up." 

Matt was certain no one had actually told her to assume that position. He also hadn't thought her ass could have been more up than it was when her head went down. Not while kneeling. He was wrong. Compact, caramel buttocks thrust upward, in a wanton invitation. It was his turn to scramble, to his own knees, behind her.

One hand stroked slow pumps over his shaft, wrapped courtesy of her lips, fingers and tongue, slippery courtesy of her juices. His other hand reached out to the source of those juices.

"Daddy?" She drew the word out in a whine. "What are you doing back there? It makes me feel funny."

She pushed back against the touch, and he let her slick along the top of his hand. Holding a two-finger gun between her thighs, he let her ride the barrel, only betraying the pistol's stiffness when fingertips found a small swollen bud and could not resist a quick almost vibrating massage flicking over the spot.

"Ahh! Daaaddy!" Her hips stayed straining back to him, denying any motion toward escaping what her voice seemed to be protesting. When he held his hand in place, continuing the rapid oscillating rhythm, almost percussive, she found and moved over his fingers like a bear using a rough-barked trunk for deeply needed relief.

MargO rolled forward enough for his fingers to slip down, between open lips. He stroked inward. Hips pushed back. The lean little back arched with her groan when the pistol's barrel slid in. Two fingers, two knuckles deep. Forward and back.

"Good little Kitty. Just like that. Show Daddy how you like those fingers."

"Yes, Daddy." He held as still as he could, watching the small round cheeks pull off his hand, feeling her swollen walls easing out his fingers. When she pushed back again he could not help shoving deeper, burying both digits into her deep, feeling her clench tight.

"Oh fuck!" A low growl of controlled, surprised tension. 

"Fuck? Is that what you want?" 

"Oh!" She squealed when he lifted her knees and feet up from the bed, with a hand wrapping around one hip and while the other grasped her between her thighs, two fingers still inside. It took inches and an instant to center her little frame on his position. 

Fingers slipped from inside, curling up to flit over a swollen bud again before pulling away. He grabbed a flaring curve with slick fingers, pulled her back enough that he could drag his own swollen nob up between her thighs. He felt heat first through the thin latex, then pressure as lips half surrounded him, opening with reluctance.

MargO shuddered under the last flicks over her tender bud; she cried out, head rising off her arms when a thicker barrel pushed hard against her. 

"You didn't answer me." He slapped one round cheek. Not too hard, but a red handprint was blooming. 

She grinned through tight lips. "Sorry, Daddy. I was very naughty." Her hips leaned into him, pushing him nearly into her.

"What was the question again?"

"I think you're already answering it." He shimmied his head with a forward nudge, relenting lips now closing around his ridge to nurse close around his shaft.

"Oh fuck, Daddy. That feels really big this way."

"You said it again, little girl. Fuck." Dragging the head inside her, up and down, his knuckles tight against her, slick now too. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please."

"Say it." His free hand, the slapping hand, stroked down her spine, toward her head shoved down again onto her crossed arms and the bed.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Good girl. Right now?" He pushed the head down and out of her as he leaned it in, dragged it up against the surprised petaled bud. Then up and back inside, the head and no more.

A deeper shudder accompanied her moan. "Yes. Now. Please."

"Good girl." He stroked fingers through her hair. "Last question. How?"

"What?!" She whined.

His response was low, calm, the opposite of her now frantic voice. "How do you want to be fucked, little girl?"

"Please. Fuck me. Fuck me with my ass in the air." She started to babble. "Don't be gentle, Daddy. I want you to be..."

"Show me."

"Wha...what?" Panicked, high.

Slow, and deliberate. "Show me how you want to be fucked."

"I...I want you to..."

Slap. He had released her hair and sat back up on his knees. "Show me. Now."

He moved inside her again. "Here's the cock. Push back and show me. Fuck your little pussy and show me how you like it."

She pushed. Back and up. His fist on his shaft stopped her from impaling fully herself on him. "Uhh!"

He held still as she retreated, slipped his hand off with only his bulb inside, giving her access to his entire length. "Push."

She did. "Aaarrggr!" Her voice went high before trailing into a guttural growl as she pushed him deep, forcing herself open. They held there for a long second before she eased away and surprised him, shoving harder, with an extra writhe of her little hips.

The growl continued, higher, and he saw a small fist twist a spiral into tightly gripped blanket.




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



"That's it." His hands stroked her, stoked her, not holding. Encouraging, petting, pleasing. "Show Daddy what you want. Show Daddy what you need."

Forward. Back. He was buried as far as her could go, her firm little ass tight to him. Then the sight of a slick, wrapped shaft as she pulled away before the next groaning cry was torn from her own throat by her next thrust back.

"Oh."

"My."

God."

"Daddy."

"Oh."

"My."

"God."

Each word a tiny bit louder, a tiny bit closer on the heels of its predecessor. Each accompanying another self-impaling shove back onto him, now joined by his own thrusts, Matt no longer able or willing to hold back. The sounds of wet impact between them echoed his spanking slaps. Tightness pulled his balls up, torsioned deep in his reptile brain. He grabbed her little hips, imposing his own needs and rhythm.

"Oh fuck." He thought he might possibly pass out, if he gave in at that moment under the waves of sensations hitting him, just allowing his eyes to roll up and back into his skull, and surrender.

"That's it, Daddy. Give your little girl what she needs. Take her. Make her yours." MargO took over his banter, his role. Her words, his thrusts now.

"I'm so close." He focused back on her beneath him, gritted the words out.

"Yes!" She hissed. "Don't hold back. Daddy, please. Gimme. Gimme your cum. Cum inside me, Daddy."

He did. Fingers clutching deep into her waist. Her cries joining his, her spasming clenching surrounding encouraging his own deep twitching pulses against her tight squeezing walls.

Then both were panting, Matt heaving for enough air. Heart pounding and the ocean roaring dull behind his ears. When he could, he pulled her upright, her back against him. One hand cupped a small breast, the other found her throat, and guided her face to him for a kiss.

She leaned to one side and he followed, the two falling to the mattress, still joined. MargO wriggled back against him and he snugged her close. He stroked a hand over her flat, smooth little belly.

"Wow. That whole Daddy thing was pretty intense. Where did that come from?"

MargO sighed. "Thank you for that. I never knew my father. Mom described him as handsome, a charmer, a wanderer. A little older than her. There were no photos of him, and my pictures in my head were always foggy, distant, like a dream.

"I used to fantasize about him finding me. He didn't know I was his daughter, but he sensed the connection, that I was special to him. Later, when I got older, the kind of connection, the ways I was so special, changed. Recently the fantasies have gone a bit sexual."

"A bit. Just a bit. A third secret. I thought it was fucking hot. I've never done anything like that before."

MargO twisted so she could face him, slipping his softening shape out from inside her. She kissed him. "That means a lot. My last boyfriend totally wigged out when I brought it up. Totally. Oh, by the way. It's two secrets, not three."

"Huh?"

"Yah. Two. Piercings, check? Daddy issues, ditto. The virgin thing? I just thought you'd like that, without the pie. More real."

Matt paused before he started to chuckle. "You had me. Even with the 'experienced' line. I shoulda known." He shook his head before adding, "Stupid shit."

"Hey! Who are you calling...."

"Not you. Your ex. Wigging out instead of giving you some Daddy dick."

She laughed and snuggled closer to Matt. "But then, if he hadn't wigged out, and played along with me, I'd probably be with him instead of half-faking how much it fucking hurt when you forced that big hard thing into my poor little virgin slit."

Matt choked, coughing, but his cock twitched at her words, against her thigh. She felt it. "Seriously? Damn, boy, you are a sex machine."

A small hand found, stroked his length. "Do you think we have time..."

"Time's up!" The bedroom door banged open. Brittany and Jenny laughed at the startled responses from both Matt and MargO. The newcomers hopped onto his bed, bouncing, before the first girl whose 'cherry' he had taken tonight snuggled close behind him. He felt the shape of soft pillowy breast pushing against his back. Brittany stayed as she'd landed on the bed, still bouncing on all fours neartheir feet. Matt could not help but notice the hints of nipples bouncing with her, under her cropped T.

"How long have you two been out there listening?" MargO tried to look cross.

"Us? Listening. Only since you screamed loud enough for us to hear with the TV on."

"When I screamed? Oh god. Then you heard..."

"Not 'God'. 'Daddy'. Oh Daddy. Oh, Daaaady. It's so big inside me. Please fuck me, Daddy, with that big, fat, gorgeous cock." The two newcomers cracked up at Brittany's breathy imitation. Both embarrassed, Matt and MargO still had to join in. Matt noticed where his sister looked as she pretended she was the one taking him inside. His cock, already responding to MargO's attention, gave a slight rolling lurch inside its used latex wrapper. Her eyes went wide, flashed to her brother's, then down. She flushed, not just her cheeks, but down her throat and beyond.

His sister looked away, stood over the bed. She clapped her hands together once. "Okay, kids, time for another round."

The little, naked brunette protested. "That's what you just interrupted: another round."

"Round of drinks, tiny dancer, round of drinks."

MargO laughed, turned to kiss him again, quick, firm, holding his face between two tiny palms. Then she was standing, pulling Jenny upright and not incidentally away from him.

Matt rolled to the edge of the bed, seated with his feet on the floor. He rubbed his face with both hands. "I'll be down in a minute. Just need to freshen up."

Brittany ushered the others out the door, then turned to her naked brother. "I thought you'd be down for more than a minute, stud. You've been up a lot tonight."

He stuck his tongue out at her before she disappeared, then he headed to the bathroom. Another condom to be tied off and tossed, another unbelieving moment staring at his reflection in the mirror. He felt drained, physically and literally. He had cum twice, hard, in two different beautiful girls. On display, watched and eavesdropped. Splashing cold water over his face did nothing to rouse him.

He grinned, shaking his head at the recent events. Pulling on his loose boxers once more, a wave of deeper exhaustion hit. He sat on the edge of his bed, leaned back. He would just rest a moment or two, then he'd be fine. A squeal of laughter from downstairs reached him. The girls would be fine without him. They were fine. All three of them.

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"Good morning."

Matt squinted against filtered morning light too bright on the ceiling, found in his head images, sex-charged memories of arousal, and two - no, three - girls. He smelled coffee before his mattress compressed next to him and a different scent, spicy and familiar, hit him. His sister curled up against his side, on top of the blankets he was under. He mumbled, still drowsy. "Beautiful Brittany."

"Mmm." Her voice and lips were close against him. "Keep talking. I like this subject."

"Best first time wingman ever."

"First time? Not plain old best ever? Sheesh." 

"Well, I don't want you to feel there's no room for progress, to refine your technique."

"Oh. I see. And where should I look to improve most?" She propped her head up on an elbowed hand. He turned enough to see his sister's face, the halo of hair catching the window's light from behind her.

Hmm. Good question." Her smile broadened at his lack of an answer. "Let me get back to you. With a detailed report."

"That's what I thought. Best ever." She stuck her fine chin out, posing.

On impulse, Matt leaned in and kissed her cheek. A quick peck. He resisted the sudden urge to linger and inhale her scent, to nuzzle in close behind her ear. "Thanks."

She showed surprise. "A kiss? For your wingman? Is that all Bristol and whatnot?"

"For my sister. Who also did hook me up with two hot chicks last night."

"They are hot, huh?"

"Definitely."

"MargO has certainly changed."

"True dat." 

She slapped his shoulder through the blankets, then let her arm drape over him. "Tell me more. The stuff I couldn't hear."

"Nope. She got a private room for her final dare, and that comes with a no-tell clause."

"Ahh. What a gentleman." She snuggled her head against his chest, giving him the chance to enjoy her hair's closeness. The hair on top of her head didn't have the same musky depth as it did along her neck, but it was probably better that way. His sister's scent was too alluring. "And this is the private room with the no-tell clause?"

"So you fucked her here, right here?"

"No-tell clause. If you didn't hear it with your ear against the door, you'll have to ask her for details."

"And you know we were listening. That hot skinny little minx, you popped her faux cherry in this bed with that gorgeous cock of yours, stretched that tight little bitch open, right here in this bed. While she screamed 'Fuck me, Daddy!'" 

She grabbed the top edge of his covers, where they were turned down, showing the white sheet. Brittany shoved their face into the fabric, her cheek low on his naked chest, and inhaled. "I can smell her. I smell minx and sex."

Matt shrugged under the covers. Smells, his own memories, Brittany's words and her proximity, all conspired to arouse him far more than his sister ever should. "Privacy clause. No comment."

"No comment or no condom?"

"No comment, I used a...No-tell clause." They both laughed, knew she had seen it still on him last night after she and Jenny barged in. Brittany brought her face close and kissed him. Lips together, soft.

"What was that for?"

"Because I love my brother." Her brows came together in thought. "You really are a gentleman. It was amazing watching what you did to...for Jen-Jen."

"I couldn't have done it without my wingman." He mimicked her thoughtful expression. "Though you asked earlier for suggestions on improvement. Here's wingman Suggestion One: coffee. I can smell it, it's close by, but the best ever wingman delivers."

"Sit up." She patted his side, before pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the bed. She wore the same heavy white robe from yesterday. The one she had worn first, then shared with Jenny, concealing an undersized blue surprise. Matt pulled his pillow back and out from under his head, eased into a slouched seated position against it, padding the wooden headboard. He hoped the slouch would hide his erection.

It didn't. 

"Hold these for me please." When Brittany turned to face him she extended both filled hands. He took the offered plate and large mug. She clambered onto the bed, straddling him, pinning the covers around his hips, as soon as his hands were occupied. Even through sheet and blankets, there is no way she could mistake his hardness. Her voice took on the lilting quality she sometimes favored, as though she was trying to maintain an illusion of normalcy. "Thank you very much."

She retrieved the plate, leaving him the mug. "Your coffee, sir."

He followed her lead, ignoring the obvious, took time to inhale deeply above the coffee before taking his first sip. 

He looked over the mug at her. "Is that cherry pie? What are..."

"Shh." The movement of her hips was small enough that he couldn't be positive it was real. Until the second one.

"Wait. You said you liked your first...Britt, you're my sister. You know we can't..."

Matt's voice cut off in shock. Grinning, Brittany had taken a finger and thumb, tweezed one lapel of her robe between them, and pulled. They immediately returned the lapel to its original position, after giving him a brief but clear flash of the same lovely nipple, this time centered on her entirely exposed sweet little breast, a small but prominent mound on her lean chest. "Shush, big brother.

"The pie is not for me. I was thinking about the buffet bitch and how she treated you. You deserve a better first, especially after how sweet you were last night."

He set the large mug on his nightstand. "Brittany, you're my..."

"I said shush." 

She followed his lead, and the pie joined the coffee. Looking as stern as she could muster, She held her hand to the robe lapel. "Don't make me use the nipple."

"I'm shushed."

"Good. Now the one thing I didn't expect when you and Jen-Jen started going at it was to feel jealous. Grossed out maybe. Horny, possibly. Because someone else was getting some and I had no one to turn to. But not jealous. Jealous of her because she got you. I wanted you, Matt. I wanted my big brother to kiss me like that, to look at me that way. The way you looked at her when she took off this robe." She stroked her hand down along the overlapped, belted seam.

"Britt.."

"What part of 'shush' isn't clear? Last warning." He couldn't tell how much of the stern look on her face was nervousness, how much mock-serious. "Then the two of you were doing a lot more than kissing, in front of the fire."

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I wanted to be the one. The one you did those wonderful things to."

His eyes were wide, locked on hers. His breaths were shallow and quick. The tension of maintaining still, keeping bodies from responding to deep, animal urges, was thick between them.

"And when it hit me that why I felt so awful was jealousy, I wondered if just maybe, just maybe, you might want me," her eyes dropped, "I don't know, at least a little bit like I want you."

"Britt..." He paused, unsure what to say or how he really felt. "Come on."

"Britt. You know we can't."

"Don't tell me what I know."

"It's just not right. This could ruin lives. What about Mom, her business? What if people found out? You're my little sister and I love you but there is no going back after something like this."

She sighed, seemed to shrink. "I didn't think of Mom, other than 'She'd kill me if she knew what I was thinking'. Or she'd want part of the action."

"Brittany! Damn. That's just way too..." Matt's voice drifted off as he saw his sister laughing at him, felt her body shake with it, and he'd couldn't help joining in. It broke the tension.

"Okay, you're probably right." She wiggled on him, slow, paced. "But damn, bro. I will never get over the sight of this thing disappearing into that big-tittied supposed virgin you fucked last night. The fire reflecting off her pussy juices all shining and bright every time you pulled back out. Damn."

His body didn't wait for a command from his brain. His hips pushed up into her slow grinding.

"You're right, though. If you don't want this, I understand, I can live with that. Thanks, Matt." She hugged herself to him, her chin tucked over his head, his face in her fragrant hair near her throat.

When she pulled back from him, her robe was loosened, twisted to one side. She reached to straighten the lapels before a grin he knew well flashed at him. The "ain't I clever?" grin. Instead of pulling the robe's edge's together, Brittany pulled them wide, to give her brother a teasing flash of what he had denied himself.

Two beautiful, medium-sized, firm tan breasts popped into view, inches from his face. The grin had warned him and Matt reacted on an impulse. His arms pulled his sister in and his mouth latched onto a nipple. The same nipple that had colored his thoughts for the past day. The nipple that stirred his most animal desires, even in the presence of both Jen-Jen and MargO.

He sucked it hard between his lips before his tongue, flexed to a stiffened point, began to flick up down, up down, over the hardening central nubbin. Brittany's cry was half squeal, half scream, torn from lips wide with shock, head thrown back. Matt's arm circled further around her waist as she arched, locked her to him.

He expected his impromptu tease, turning the tables on his sister, would last a second, maybe two. But hands gripped either side of his head, deep in his hair, holding him to her chest and the static roar of breaking waves rose behind his eyes. Surging, leaping lust rushed through him, rising from the deepest roots of his core.

He had to - did - pull back. Or Brittany's hands peeled him off her. Both were panting, flushed. His lips were parted, wet, swollen. Then she kissed him, impassioned, hungry, frantic with hunger released.

Matt threw his sister off his lap as he lunged upward, twisting. He landed on her, pinning her to the bed. His hips thrust, grinding hard between her open thighs, kissing the kisses of lost souls. Her robe was bunched, shoved aside. Then he cried out, his face twisted in grief, frustration, pain. He pushed himself up, lurching to his feet. "See? We can't, Britt. We just can't. I can't control myself, you're so...."

He stopped, looking for a word that might do justice, as his sister started to cry. She'd hugged the thick robe around her, struggling to sit up, torn from the ecstasy of young passion by her forbidden lover's torment. Immediately, he reached out for her. Then paused. He was naked and aroused.

"You bastard! What? Now you won't even hug your sister?" Tears turned to a flash of anger. Then back. She buried her face in her hands, almost screamed. "I am such an idiot freak. Why did I think you would ever be attracted to me? Idiot!"

"Brittany. Hey, sweetheart." Matt wasn't sure what to say, touch, do. He stroked her hair. It's okay. You're not that big an idiot."

"Hey!" It sounded wet, was muffled by her hands. Her head, soft blond hair, leaned into his touch. "You think I'm an idiot?"

"You're my little sister. I'm supposed to think that. And yes you're an idiot for wondering if I find you attractive. Look up."

She did, eyes widening over her fingers, staring at the erection pointing almost at her face.

"See? Yeah, sis. That's what you do to me. I find you way too attractive; that's the problem." He looked down when she gasped, saw her reaction, her hand reaching out, lower, toward his mid-thigh.

Slim fingers found a stretching string of clear silver, extending down from his tip. She gathered the string as her hand moved up, leaving off its collecting just before she would have touched him. Matt groaned, staring, when his sister sucked his cum off fingers for the second time. Her eyes, swollen from tears, looked up and found his. 

She smiled after pulling the cleaned fingers free. "Too attractive. I guess I can live with that." She nodded. "You're right, Matt. Thank you for stopping me, I got a little crazy." 

Brittany rubbed both palms over her face and sighed. "And beautiful too?"

"Huh?"

"And beautiful too? I'm too attractive, I know." She grinned up at him, flipped shiny hair back over a shoulder. "But you said yesterday I was beautiful. That still true?"

"Jesus, sis. Yes. You're frigging gorgeous."

"And sexy?"

"Too sexy."

"Speaking of which, what was the sexiest thing you laid eyes on yesterday? When you wouldn't take the Truth?"

"Honestly?"

She nodded.

Matt paused, then mumbled. "Your nipple."

"My..."

"Yes. When you flashed it at me yesterday morning, accidentally."

"Matthew!" Her squeal was excited. She jumped up, off the bed, wrapped him in a hug. "That is so sweet."

They held each other, the tangled robe keeping his erection from pushing directly against her.

Brittany's voice sounded like she had just thought of something. "Hey. Whatcha got planned for this morning?"

"Not much. Why?"

"This." She held him close, pushed, making him step back toward his nightstand. She reached past him, held up the pinner joint, the slim third one he had rolled last night. 

Matt laughed. He reached for pair of boxers on the floor. He must have pulled them off half asleep, last night. On the nightstand. 

"Don't." It was almost a question. "Okay?"




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



"'Don't' put on my shorts, or 'don't' bend over and taunt you with my fine naked buttocks?"

Brittany coughed. "The first one."

With only two of them smoking, the joint was enough for each to get three good hits without burning any fingers. Sitting on the bed, they relaxed, shared the mug of coffee. "Alaska Thunder Fuck, huh?"

"That's what the label said." He shrugged. "Fancy-ass medicinal dispensary shit."

"Better than you pedaling your bike past Spike's Liquor fifteen times, looking for somebody's cousin, then coming home with a three-gram eighth of stemmy weed."

"Uncle."

"That's right. You better give up."

"No. He was Frankie's uncle, not his cousin."

"Just say 'uncle'."

"Uncle. You win as always." 

"Glad to know you can see that now. I saw some Alaskan Thunder Fucking last night."

"Well, my wingman broke out cherry pie. I had to rise to the challenge."

"You rose, bro, you definitely rose."

"I had help." 

"Speaking of pie, break out. I'm ready for pie." She bounced next to him in sudden exuberance. She clapped. "Pie please."

Matt gave her a studying look first. "Is it just pie now?"

"Silly brother, it's always just been pie. Cherry pie. The only meaning it has is one you put on it. The meaning I'm putting on it is I'm hungry, and think I got the munchies. Wanna share?"

He leaned in to bump shoulders. "Sure. Sounds good."

She forked the first bite, offered it to him. He opened his mouth wide and let his sister feed him. Matt took the fork from her hand and fed her. They finished the slice of pie that way, alternating offering bites to each other. After Matt received the last bite, while still chewing, Brittany leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, gentle, familiar. No tongue, no urgency, it still celebrated and recognized a secret closeness that was new to them.

"I love you, big brother."

"I love you too. I think I better take a shower. At least now it doesn't need to be a cold one."

"I had you pretty turned on, huh?"

He gave her a sideways look as he stood. "Are we going back down that road? I'm going now, before I have to turn off the hot water."

She laughed. "Sorry, sexy."

She rolled onto her side, tucking his pillow in under her cheek, her knees pulled up inside the robe. "Is it okay if I nap here while you're washing off last night's stank?"

He paused in the doorway to the bath, snorted at her description. "Of course. Enjoy."

Her voice already sounded sleepy, relaxed. "Mmm. Thanks. Your pillow smells really good. Like you."

Matt leaned against the closed door that separated them, blew out a long, slow breath. He knew how intoxicating he found his sister's scent. The idea of her reveling in his smell was almost more arousing. Alone, finally, he let himself stroke his cock. He was surprised how quickly it jumped to attention. 

MargO, with her tight tiny body, and Sweet Jennifer with her wonderful soft curves: neither one figured more than fleetingly into the images, the feelings, the thoughts and memories and yearnings that rushed through him. Brittany. Beautiful, radiant, Brittany. 

His sister's touch on him, and the silky smoothness of her skin, her hair.

Her squealing cry as he attacked her flashed nipple; her panting breaths, her laugh.

The taste of that nipple, of her lips and tongue. How impossibly sweet must she taste between her thighs? Brittany tasting his precum.

Smooth tan skin, the light in golden hair escaped from a twisted tying, bright twinkling eyes.

And the scent. Inhaling her subtle, slightly spicy musk. Feeling his chemical, animal reaction to it. Now her smelling his pillow, in his bed.

All five senses assaulted him. His head whirled. If his back hadn't already been leaning against the door, he might have stumbled, knees buckling. It took all the will he could muster to not cry out as he came.

No warning other than a rapid contraction of his balls and gun went off. A rapid, pulsing repeater. He shuddered in a silent arch against the door. When he could stand unsupported again, and focus, he saw the straight track of his spray on the vinyl floor, milkiness already clarifying to clearer splashes.

He turned on the water before using one foot to guide the floor mat, to wipe up his mess. Once the shower was steaming he stepped in, slid closed the frosted glass door. He sat on the small molded seat, leaned forward, and let the hot water beat down on his head and neck. He couldn't remember cumming that hard, that fast, ever. And it was over his sister, the one girl he should never have that kind of feeling, that powerful of lust for.

Matt shook his head, pressed the butt of both hands against his eyes. He sighed, almost shuddering, forcing down tears of frustration. He should be plotting a way to get more time with Brittany's friends, to take advantage of what his wingman had brought him. Instead, he couldn't even keep his thoughts and urges focused on the two sexy ladies. They returned, again and again, to his sister. He sighed again, a deep breath, before standing to begin soaping off.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you." Brittany. "I had to pee."

Even the sound of her using the toilet caused his pulse to run fast, his breaths to shorten. 

"Matt?"

"Yeah, Britt."

"Thanks for not calling me a perv, or kicking me out of your room, or hating me."

"Hate you? Are you serious? You're the best sister I could ask for. Even if you tempt me to do things I shouldn't want to do."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You're the best, Sis."

"I meant, yeah, do I really tempt you?"

He groaned, loud enough for her to hear. "What do you think? Did you feel me push you down? Did you see what happened. I lost control. Yes, you tempt me. But, Brittany, think about Mom, and...and our friends. What would..."

"I am thinking about our friends! My friends, and you getting all jiggy with them. And it drives me crazy to think you might do it with them again. But if you really, really don't want me, if I'm just not attractive to you, I can get over it."

"Brittany! Are you serious?"

She snorted. "Seriously. I'm serious."

"Now I know you're joking. You know I think you're gorgeous. Beautiful. The sexiest sight on a night of sexy heights."

"Wow. Nice rhyming there, except the sexy sighting was during the morning, not the night. Just saying."

"Brat."

"Tease."

"Me?" Matt paused. "Okay. Yeah, I'm a tease. I lost control for a brief moment. But you teased first. And longer. And better."

"True." She was quiet. Matt stood still in the streaming stray. All he could see of his sister was a dim humanish outline through water streaks and condensation over the obscured glass. 

Brittany broke the foggy silence. "Matt?"

"Hm?"

"Are we good?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, sis. We're good. Really good. Thank you for an amazing Valentine's."

He pressed one hand flat to the glass door. A shadowy mate solidified as it moved from her dim form to palm the glass opposite his. Hands together, close, paired, but not touching at all.

"Can I have a hug?" The weaker, the softer her voice dropped, the more irrefusable her requests became. Since childhood.

"Sure. I'll be out soon."

"No. Now."

"I'm soaking wet." And I'm naked, he thought.

"So am I."

"Britt!" 

"Come on. Dude. It's not like I'm seeing anything new. One hug and I'll leave you alone. For a while."

Matt wanted her out of the bathroom. He was avoiding thinking about his sister 'soaking wet.' Or trying. If she would just leave, he could let his guard down. Give in to the suggestion of her soaked, after feeling her squirming against and under him in his bed. Give in to the lust and the hunger, for a few lonely, ecstatic moments. His cock began to stir again.

"Okay. One little hug." Then she would leave him alone, for some peaceful misery. He slid open the door part way, leaning his upper body and one arm out for quick embrace.

Brittany stepped to him, robe belted close. She pulled the door wider, exposing all of him. Her eyes did not drop to check him out. One small hand, the one from the glass, palmed the center of his chest. It guided him back.

She didn't step into the shower until she slipped the robe off, to let it crumple to the floor. Matt reeled back in shock , slipped, caught himself, back to tile shower wall.

The blue bikini. 

On Jenny's bountiful curves and body, it had been a prop, a costume. Lingerie. On his sister, it was perfect. She slid closed the glass door behind her and commandeered the center of the shower and the spray. The thin, nearly threadbare blue material did as its nature demanded, and perfection improved. Wet by the shower, it darkened, clung, became nearly translucent. Nipples crinkled, pushing out through the blue, darker than their surroundings.

"You're right, Matthew." Her hand stroked his chest, as he tried, failed, to not stare at hers. She seemed so serious.

"I am?"

"Mmhmm."

"Good." He felt tension ease from his shoulders and neck. "I thought you'd understand. If you weren't my sister, it would be a different story."

"Different how?"

"Different as in I'd be all over you. Do you know how fucking hot you look right now?"

"Me? In this little old thing?" Her eyes were bright looking up at him, water dripping down her forehead. She eased closer, hands stoking up his chest to his shoulders. "No. I guess I don't know, Matt. Please. Tell me. How fucking hot do I look right now?"

"You agreed. I'm right, huh?"

She looked almost shocked. "Of course. You were so right. I just didn't accept it." One hand stroked the back of his neck, playing with a wet curl.

"Now continue: Brittany, you are so fucking hot..." She let her voice drop off.

"Brittany..." He started.

"Yes?" Immediate. He laughed.

"You are so fucking hot, so sexy. Do you know how hard it is to stop myself from fucking my sister?"

"No. How hard is it?" Her voice made it clear how he was supposed to take her question. The hand that abandoned his shoulder slid down his naked body and removed all doubt.

"Britt! No. We can't. You agreed I was right." He pushed back against the wall, but did not push his sister away. Her or her hand. It stayed, not stroking, but hefting, holding his half-filled weight.

"You were right, brother dear. Not only will you do anything I really, really want you to," Matt began shaking his head before she completed the statement, "but you'll know it was what you wanted all along."

She stopped toying with his curls, gripping the back of his neck. Fingers left him, missed as soon as they vanished, and she rose onto her toes. Her face dipped, her arm flexed as she pushed the lower hand down between her own legs. 

Matt held his breath, watched her eyes flutter, a shuddering breath gently shake her breasts in the bikini top, picturing fingers moving under a brief blue bottom. She smiled when her face came back up to his, half-lidded. "Taste."

Matt groaned, her slick fingers in his mouth, tips pressing on his tongue. He tasted her sex. He sucked.

"Yes." It was a hiss. "Yes, Matt." 

The fingers pulled out from between his lips and Brittany kissed him, a quick tease of tongue, be for pulling away. She turned off the shower. "Mmm. I do taste good."

Turning back to him, her eyes, her posture, were serious. "This is happening. Now. I need you to lick me, Matt. Lick me and make me cum."

The shudder that racked through his body accompanied a strangled cry. He felt hot, too hot, and needed more air. His sister had already turned away and slid the glass door open. The cooler air helped. He followed her.

"Nice." She nodded to his waist, to the rigid, eager betrayer over all his scruples. "Save that for later."

Reaching behind her back with slight bend that gave him a sight down the center of her cleavage, Brittany pulled one end of the blue string. In seconds, the top was off from around her neck and the bottoms were kicking off her foot to join it. Another barrier down, line crossed.

Matt followed her, wordless, will-less. With her back to him, her sweet, slim body on display, he still pictured the glimpse of a thin patch of dark golden hair. She hopped onto his bed, reclined on her back, arms out to him. "Kiss me, handsome man, then keep kissing, wherever your lips might take you."

He did. The next sound either made, outside the necessary small wet sounds of young, passionate kissing, was a sudden groan from Brittany when his swollen tip pushed against her, found slickness, gliding up and over the tender upper petals of her flower and the central kernel they hid.

The movements of her body, her sounds, changed when his lips abandoned hers, again found a nipple, her hands restless and frantic on his back, hips pushing up, seeking the pressing hardness now denied her. She thrashed, with a squeal, when he seized the second nipple already crinkled tight. 

A throaty growling moan escaped her when his teeth stretched tender flesh up from her chest, let it scrape past them to escape back down. His tongue flicked, lips sucked, unrelenting in his attention. Unrelenting but descending.

Lips opened wider, drifted lower, to taste the smooth curve below her nipple, the quarter-round curve of the underside of her breast, where a hand would cup, reaching from a close embrace behind her, to cradle a firm handful. He tasted a hint of salty sweat, dilute with the shower's waters.

His head rose, stretched up enough for a last, teasing flick over a nipple before he kissed his way along the scenic route to his requested destination. Outward, following the quivering line of her rib cage, tasting the flutter of her quick, shallow breaths. He lingered, almost nursing at the soft skin forming the indented valley above one hipbone. 

"Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt. Matt." An almost chanted, unconscious mumble, it accompanied a deep, building, shaking vibration on the rise beneath him. He looked up, sighting along the undulating landscape of her belly, breasts, throat. The quiver his lips had felt was clear to see with each intake of breath.

Closer, he saw the fine thin line of minuscule hairs, colorless, that attempted to delineate the path from an oval, inward little navel, down to a relatively thick growth of dark gold below. The tip of his tongue licked up along the line, not down, lifting off just under her navel.

He slipped lower, and his hips made a slow grind between his sister's smooth, open legs, pushing into his own bed. 

"Is this," he licked, once, up from the middle of her parting opening, not lingering. He meant to immediately continue his teasing question, but his first direct taste of his sister's soaked center forced a deep tremor down his body, a groan from his throat. He dragged in a breath. "Is this really what you want?"

Face flushed a deep red, eyes bright to a point near wildness, lips open and gasping, Brittany nodded a quick, fervent assent. "Please. Don't stop. No matter what."

Matt's eyes stayed on hers when he mouth descended. She kept her eyes on his as his tongue pushed along her, encouraging swollen lips open, to taste deep between them. They held the gaze until his lips wrapped around the folds above, tongue making slow circumnavigations of the raised, inflamed, hooded kernel there. That was when her head fell back, the landscape between them arching upward, the rapid shudders compounding.

His hands pushed legs wider, snaked under her thighs to grasp her arms at each side, hold her captured to his mouth. Her shaking body came to a rigid, frozen stop, arced deep, nothing touching his bed between her hips and shoulders but her pinned arms. The cry that escaped her sounded lost, forlorn. His tongue did not speed up or slow, continuing its steady, measured ovals.

His sister was cumming. Cumming as he licked her. Matt never wanted that moment to end. A girl's climax under his mouth's attentions had been all too infrequent in his experience, a treasured accomplishment difficult to repeat. Fantasies of driving his partner to ecstasy with his mouth seemed remote, unlikely. Until now. He reveled in driving this beautiful creature past the limits of control.

Brittany has said 'don't stop.' He didn't. The arch eased back down in increments. His attentions lowered back down between lips now more swollen, more open. Her wetness soaked his chin, tasted almost tangier, more intense than a moment ago. His tongue plunged deep and Brittany screamed.

Fingers scrabbled at his temples, pushing at him, then pulling his head closer in. Her hips, pumped against him, starting a slow, humping rhythm. They fucked, his mouth and tongue, her hungry thrusts. The shaking began to build again.

"Ahh! Matt! Please. Please. Please. Oh god." Juices flooded out, over his chin. He tugged harder on her arms, preventing her squirms from eluding him. He returned to the slow looping licks around her little nubbin, now more exposed, obvious between her folds.

"Mmmm." He let his lips vibrate the sound through her.

"Oh god. So much. So much. Please." Fingers again tugged at him, pulling herself away. He refused, pinning her arms close, circling deeper, faster. 'No matter what,' she had said.

The third orgasm released more fluids, a longer period of deep shuddering tremors, a tense groan through clench jaw. Then she went limp, whimpering softly, murmurs without words. He took a long last lap, a deep taste.

Matt released her arms, raised himself to look down at her. He dragged his chest, his stomach up along her wetness until his face drew near his sister's. Her eyes flitted, doubting, unable to hold his. "Brittany. Look at me."

She did.

"Are you okay?"

He got a quick nod. "I think so." She grinned. A hand reached up, wiped at his cheek and chin.

"Oops. I think I made a mess."

"We might be making a big mess, Britt."

Her brow furrowed. "Do you...want to stop?"

Matt inched his hips forward, pushing his swollen head among sopping slick folds. She gasped. His voice was a growl. "It's too late for that."

The tension left her face. "Good."

She reached one hand down between them, found him.

"Matt?"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"I want something."

"Why doesn't that surprise me? What does my sweet sister desire?"

A delighted smile was his reward. Fingers drifted along his shaft, slicked mixed fluids, his and hers, over him. "I want to be your first."

She continued when he didn't answer. "You ate the pie. You're born again. I want to give you a new, better first time, and fuck that buffet bitch right out of your history."

"You ate the pie too. Do we get to pop each other's born again cherries?"

"Uhh. This virgin just came like three times. She's kinda a slut. You really wanna be my first?"

"I do. Be mine?"

"I am yours, Matthew. As often and as long as you want me."

His hips shoved into her grip at that. She stroked his length, brought his slick tip to her. "Mmmm. As long as that. Fuck me, big brother. Please."

"What about a condom? I only had two."

"Shush. Quit thinking and fuck me. Everyone knows you can't get pregnant the first time."

He still hesitated. 

"Matt. Trust me." There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. She knew what she was doing. Exactly.

He let her guide him closer. Her hand pushed him down, then dragged up, his tip easing inside. She bit her lip. "You're sure, with this fine cock, that you're still a virgin?"

He shrugged. "My cherry is intact. What can I say?"

"But what about those other sluts I saw hanging around last night? How could it have possibly survived?"

Matt paused to let his eyes travel down over his sister's tan body, lingering on those nipples. "Well, you know."

"No I don't know. Please tell me."

"Well, the first one was pretty and all, but her boobs were a little too big, and she might have been a little too tall." 

"Really?"




Cherry Pie: Born Again Virgins



"Yeah. And the second was a sexy minx, definitely, but her boobs were a little too small, and she might have been a bit too short."

"Hmm. Sounds like a pattern."

"I know. I want my first time to be with someone just right."

"Not too tall and not too small? With perfect medium-sized tits like these, right?" She let her shoulders shake, transferring a brief shimmy to her chest.

"Now that you mention it, they are pretty much perfect."

"I guess that makes me Goldilocks."

"I think that would make you Mama Bear's porridge, or maybe Baby Bear's bed, but Goldilocks sure sounds better."

Her hand adjusted him as she raised her hips, urging him in. Toned calves hooked behind his legs. "Well, Papa Bear. You found Goldilocks in your bed. Whatcha gonna do?"

Matt didn't know, objectively, if his sister was tighter than MargO or Jen, or wetter, or better. Objectivity was entirely absent from his experience, lost as he was on top of his sister, between her thighs. He needed her; he needed this.

When he finally exploded, her smooth arms holding him close, tucking his face close in to her neck and throat, a bright white light flared behind his eyes, dimmed to darkness. Brittany stroked his shoulders, his hair until he caught his breath, each inhale deeply tinged with her scent.

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"You were my first, Matt."

"What? What did you mean?"

"Remember when all three of us girls kissed you behind the pool house?"

"Yeah. And kissed each other. That must have been just before Jenny's growth spurt."

"You said 'spurt'."

"I did more than say it. I don't think I have ever spurted as hard as I just did, inside my sister Goldilocks. And with no protection."

"That was my first kiss and I never forgot it."

They stayed entwined, silent. 

"What about us? What about the girls?"

"What about them? I'm not looking for a girlfriend."

"You're not?" Matt couldn't tell if his sister looked sad or hurt, or both. A puppy face. A puppy that really hadn't meant to shit on the carpet. "That means some very disappointed girls."

"Seriously? Dammit. You got me saying it." He tousled her morning tangle of blond hair. The smile she gave him lit her eyes. And melted his heart. He pulled her close.

"Seriously. Who wouldn't want to be your boyfriend?" It came muffled against his shoulder, delivered with another heady inhale of Brittany, his nose buried in her damp hair. 

He kissed the side of her head. "Are you looking for a boyfriend?"

"Truth?"

"Why not? Truth."

"Only if he's a rich, terminal octogenarian who's never heard of a pre-nup. Or you." She tucked her head, wrapped her arms tighter around him. "And you're unfortunately not boyfriend material. But if you were..."

She let the last part hang.

"Brittany." He whispered it behind her ear. Kissed, nuzzling in her hair. "How could I possibly have a girlfriend at the moment? I've got Goldilocks of the magic pie in my arms. And then there's two other tasty bowls of porridge out there, or is it two other beds?"

"Beds is a better metaphor." She tucked further, the back of her head up under his chin, resting a cheek on his chest. "But go with tasty porridge if you want."

"Thanks. One is a little bit softer than I like. Wonderfully soft, but not quite firm enough to be perfect. For me. Don't get me wrong, a gorgeous bed, pillowy soft in all the right places, tasty too..."

"Enough about luxury pillow top mattress." She pulled her arm from around him, gave his stomach a mock slap. "Do you always taste mattresses?"

"No, as a matter of fact. Which brings me to the too-hard bed. Imported extra firm ecstasy, special secret features, but again, just not quite perfect for me."

"No?" Her thumb made small, idle circles below his chest, before her eyes, toying with the tiny hairs there.

"Not when there is a third porridge. Not too soft, too hard, or too anything else. The tastiest porridge ever. A bed I'd like to stay tucked into forever, all warm and cozy. But just not girlfriend material."

His sister pulled back to look at him. "Tucked in warm and cozy?"

"Yeah. Warm and cozy." He kissed her. "Goldilocks' is a snug bed, and definitely hot enough. But I warn you: I tend to move around a lot once I'm tucked in."

"So I noticed. But she's not girlfriend material? You sure?"

"Positive. Which is a good thing."

"Seriously?" They both laughed when she caught herself. "God, I do say that a lot. Why is that a good thing?"

"I don't want a girlfriend right now. How could I, considering the situation? It's a porridge buffet around here. But I could use a steady wingman."

"A steady wingman with benefits?"

"All the benefits a loving brother can offer."

"And sharing in any wingman-acquired booty?"

"As long as the booty is willing. And the beds and the porridge."

"I can live with that."

The End 



Cherry Pie Delight



Terrie McNeal pulled the sheets back from her naked body. "This house is not going to get itself", she thought as she ran her hands over her flat belly allowing one to travel down to her moist pussy lips. She had been having a dream of being in an all female orgy and it was apparent that she had experienced an orgasm while sleeping. 

Not that she was full blown lesbian. She liked men but after one divorce and a second failed relationship she found herself being more attracted to women. Women just did not have as many hangups she believed and had decided to remain single for awhile with out the intrusiveness of a commitment.

Terrie stood and admired herself in the full length mirror opposite her bed. "Maybe 30 but I still got it", she remarked admiring her curly shoulder mid back length blonde hair and blue eyes. Her 36 C cup breasts were accented by a rose tatto she had over the left nipple. Turning sideways she could see a small pooch beginning in her lower belly but nothing a little more exercise could not cure. 

She decided to take a quick shower and pulled her hair back as not to wash it. Afterwards she slipped on a mid thigh length silk robe. Terrie walked down the hall where she could smell her pre-made coffe brewing in the automatic pot. She warmed a bagel in the microwave then sat at the kitchen table looking out the bay window.

She noticed a man and woman walking out of the house across the street. He appeared to be mid 40's and the redhead accompanying him looked to be about Terries age. She saw the man glance across the street at her house and then say something to the woman. She gave him a deep kiss and Terrie saw him cup the womans breast through a white terry cloth robe. 

"Guess they hoped no one was looking", Terrie laughed to herself feeling a tingle in her pussy as she watched their public affection. Momentarily he was in his truck and backed out of the driveway. 

Terrie spent a few moments reading a home and garden magazine as she sipped her coffee. Becoming entranced in an article she did not see the woman walk across the street and up the driveway. The doorbell rang startling Terrie. She looked out and saw her female neighbor standing at the door and noted that she had changed into a pair of beige shorts and green flower print top and was holding an aluminum pan covered with foil.

She could not help notice the woman was very attractive and standing tied her robe and went to open the door.

"Hi, can I help you?", Terrie asked

"Good morning I'm Kara Thompson from across the street.", the woman smiled and said to Terrie. "I wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood."

Terrie was rivited to the womans bedroom green eyes and she could also tell her neighbor was not wearing a bra by the way her nipples protruded through the shirt.

"Oh my, wheres my manners", come on in she said inviting the woman into her home.

"Nice place", Kara remarked. "Looks like you've done alot with it already."

"Still a lot to do", Terrie said leading her visitor to the kitchen.

"Oh, this is for you by the way.", Kara said sitting the pan on the kitchen counter. "I hope you like cherry pie. I baked two of them this morning and thought I would bring one to you."

"How thoughtfull. I love cherry pie. It smells fantastic", she said as she removed the foil and leaned down to smell the aroma.

Kara noticed Terries robe top was open and from her vantage point could see her breasts. Terrie looked up and saw the womans gaze and decided to stay where she was for a second allowing Kara to view her tits.

"Oh my..guess I am about to fall out this morning", Terrie laugued as she stood up. "Sorry about that." she remarked pulling the robe a little more closed.

"Oh you dont have to worry about it", Kara replied as she leaned on the counter. Terrie watched as Kara opened two buttons on her shirt exposing cleavage. "It's not the first time I have seen another womans breasts by far. By the way I love the tatto." 

"Um why thank you.", Terrie said feeling heat building in her pussy. It was obvous her neighbor was coming on to her and she was not about to turn it down.

"This pies smells so good. I just love the taste of cherry", Terrie said as she dipped a finger in the middle of the warm sweet delight and lifted it to her mouth licking it off as she looked Kara in the eyes. "Ummmm..you..I mean..umm this tastes really good Kara."

"I do my best honey..I always like my stuff to taste good and sweet", she said smiling at Terrie as she then unbuttoned one more button on her blouse.

Terrie reached down and began undoing the knot in her robe behind the counter. "Umm...the sweeter the better.", she remarked as she let the robe fall open. Terrie then slipped two fingers in the pie and pulled the warm sweet substance out. She rubbed it onto her tits as her neighbor watched lustfully.

"So..have you had your morning desert yet Kara?", she asked as she shrugged off the robe.

Kara unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way allowing her C cup tits to fall out. "Well I have had my morning meat from my husband but I really need my morning sugar now.", she said walking around the counter to Terrie.

Terrie smiled as Kara took off the blouse then walked around the counter to her. Kara leaned in and began licking the cherry pie substance from Terrie's breasts. "Ummmmmbaby..yesss" Terrie moaned as Kara sucked first one then the other nipple back and forth between her teeth.

Kara stood up straight and smiled as Terrie pulled her to her. Their lips carressed as they began french kissing deeply. Kara slid her hands down cupping Terries ass as she backed her against the counter top grinding her crotch against her neighbor. Terrie responded by wrapping one leg around Karas waist pulling her to her.

Kara stopped and slipped her shorts off. Then again baced Terrie against the counter kissiing her deeply yet again.

"Umm..why dont we take some of this pie and make a mess", Kara said seductively.

Terrie hopped up on the countertop spreading her legs. "ony if you help me clean up", she smiled and said to Kara.

Kara dipped two fingers in the pie and then proceeded to rub the sticky sweetness into Terries pussy. The warmth of it and the probing of Karas fingers caused Terrie to moan in pleasure.

"Yes thats it..now eat your desert and make sure to clean your plate", she said leaning back a bit.

Kara pulled a kitchen chair down then sat between Terries legs. Moving in she loved the sight and sent of cherry pie mixed with pussy. Extending her tongue she began long slow circular licks of the womans outer vulva slowly licking inward.

"Ohh yess...Kara..eat my pussy baby..yes", Terrie squealed. Kara leaned down working her tongue into the lower part of Terri's pussy then dragging her tonuge up to circle her clit.

"Ahhhh shit yes honey..oh thats good", Terrie praised her neighbor. It was obvious the woman was an expert at cunnilingus and Terrie knew it would be a matter of seconds before she came.

Kara loved the feel and taste of Terrie. Her tongue worked in and out the womans hot tight cunt as she reached up rolling her nipples in her fingers. The feel of her pussy lips sucking at her tongue had Kara close to orgasm herself

"Ohhhhh Kara..I am going to cum", Terrie announced as her vagina began to orgasm. Kara covered her pussy and began licking rapidly as a torrent of cunt juices was realeased into her mouth.

"My god you are good", terrie squeales as she bucked her hips ups at Kara. Again and again her pussy was caught in rythmic throes of orgasm as Kara worked her over.

Finally Kara broke away and licked her way up Terries body. Terrie againg moaned ludly at the taste of her own pussy and cherry pie flavor mixed to gether on Karas tongue.

"My my turn now honey", Terrie said as she slipped off the counter. She instructed Kara to get on the counter on her hands and knees and stood behind her.

Reaching into the pie Terrie pulled out several fingers coated with the sweet mess and began rubbing it into Karas pussy and asshole.

"Oh ummm..thats good..real good", Kara said wiggleing her ass back at Terrie.

Terrie in and beginning at the womans asshole drug her tongue down into the womans wet slot.

Terrie had been blessed with an extra long tongue and Karas eyes widened as the woman licked further inside her hot box then anyone had done before.

"Holy fuck...I never had anyone...",Karas voice trailed off and became squeals of pleasure as Terrie licked her honey.

Sucking,licking at both of Karas sex holes Terrie had them cleaned of all cherry pie substance quickly. She reached into the pie again removing a number of the cherries and one by one eased them into Karas cunt.

Terrie again leaned in licking and sucking to retrieve the cherries seraching out all inside of Karas pussy with her tongue. One by one she ate them out then busined herself on Karas clit.

Fastening herlips on it she began rapidly flicking it with her tongue causing Kara to shudder hard.

"Yesssssssssss..cummmmmming", Kara squealed as her pussy convulsed in orgasm. Terrie licked at her neighbors pussy as her mouth was filled with a mix of cherry and pussy juice flavor.

Karas orgasm subsided and Terrie allowed her to slip off the counter. The two neighbors stood kissing fondling each other for a moment.

"Do you have something I could drink", Kara asked breathlessly. "I am dying of thirst"

"Sure honey..there is bottled wateer in the fridge..help yourself.", Terrie responded as she cleaned their clothes off the floor.

Kara opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle then she saw it. "Humm Terrie..wonder what we could do with this." she said holding up a nine inch cucumber.

Terrie laughed.."Humm maybe we overinduldged on sweets. Maybe we need to try a vegetarian brunch?" she smiled and said back to Kara.

"I think your right." Kara said holding the vegetable in her hands. 

Walking to her neighbor she took the cucumber from Kara and placed it between her tits and pressed against her new found lover.

"You know what? I think I'm going to really like this neighborhood." she said kissing Kara deeply.

"I hope you will", Kara responded as they broke apart then walked to Terries bedroom.



Cherry Popped



I was out walking one night, a walk i used to make with my girlfriend. We had just broken up a few days ago. I don't know why I was walking here again, the memories weren't good ones. She had cheated on me with my best friend. Anyways, I was walking this familiar path through the city streets when I met a very beautiful woman. She was tall and slender with bright red hair. She had a huge rack, at least a double D, and a tight sexy ass to match. Her name was Cherry. This has to be my lucky night I thought when she asked me if I wanted to hit the bars and so I agreed. 

I spent the night going from bar to bar with Cherry getting completely shit faced until she suggested we go back to her place. I was a bit worried since we'd just met, but being shit faced drunk, I wasn't going to pass up fucking this hot fucking girl if she wanted it. 

We got back to her place and I made myself comfortable in her living room and we shared a bottle of wine. Soon enough I started to get drowsy and I passed out on her lap. I don't know how long I was out for but when I woke up I was naked, in her large bed and she was standing in front of me wearing leather dominatrix shit.

"Wakey wakey slut." she said.

I heard another voice from the hallway say, "Oh! Is he awake?!" in a very excited voice and into the room came 3 other girls, all dressed up like something from the rocky horror picture show.

"What the fuck is going on?" I say, but I can feel my dick getting hard, which Cherry noticed.

"Look at his tiny little prick girls, it's getting hard." And all the girls started giggling and staring at my dick which caused it to wither back to its softest."It's not your dick that's going to get a workout tonight you whore," she said, sliding down her panties, "It's ours." 

As the other girls took their panties off I saw that they all had extremely large dicks, at least 9 inches each, and Cherry's was at least a foot!

I tried to get up and run but the girls tackled me to the bed and tied me up, face down with my ass up in the air. I could feel a cold slimy substance being worked onto and into my tight asshole which was being filled with one, two, three and then four fingers! As I was being violated in my virgin hole, i started to scream, but it was quickly muffled by Cherry who shoved her giant prick into my mouth. 

"If you bite me I'll call my boys up here and let them tear you a new one, so either start sucking and get fucked by girls, or scream and get raped by men."

I had no real desire to get fucked by anyone at that point but I decided that girls were better than the guys who I can only assume had even bigger dicks, so I started doing my best to suck off Cherry before she could shove her big ass cock into my ass.

"Oh fuck that feels good you little cock-sucking whore. You must have done this before. Get me nice and wet so I can pop your tight virgin cherry." 

I sucked for a few minutes and then she pulled her dick out of my mouth and moved behind me. "This is gonna hurt slut, I hope you enjoy getting de-virginized by the cherry popper herself. You won't be the first slut I've tamed with this man-slayer." I felt the tip of her dick against my back entrance and I clenched as she tried to force it in. "Oh a fighter, I like that in a man, but it'll be less painful if you let it happen, pleasurable even." 

I felt my ass start to spread for her giant cock as I couldn't clench anymore. "Uhhhhhhh" I moaned in pain as the head disappeared into my ass, followed slowly, inch-by-inch by the rest of her dick. 

"Oh my god this has to be the tightest ass I've ever had the pleasure of fucking. It feels so good to have my cock surrounded by your tight ass." I felt her balls hit mine as she finally pushed the last inch of her cock into me. She left it their for a second until the pain started to numb. Then in a quick motion she pulled all the way out. "Uhhhhh." I gasped in pain as I felt the emptiness her huge dick left behind.

"She came back in front of me a stuck her dick in my face, I could smell my ass on it. "Suck it slut." she said. "My cock needs to be nice and wet if I'm gonna pound the hell out of you like I am. So suck it. or I'll call the boys." she said threateningly. I opened my mouth and she slid her dick into the back of my throat making me gag. "Yeah suck it bitch, get me nice and wet so I can get back into your ass an pound it hard." 

I was helpless as she fucked my mouth ruthlessly. "You need more work as a cock-sucker I think," she said, "girls, someone, fill this bitch's mouth while I fuck him."

She once again got behind me and as i felt her sliding back in, much easier than the first time I felt the girls grab my head and turn me so I could suck their cocks.

"Oh fuck this is hot!" Cherry said as she pounded my ass on one end while the other 3 girls took turns pounding my mouth. "You're like a piece of meat on a skewering stick, except it's our meat!"

"Don't worry girls," Cherry said, "when I'm done you can fuck what's left of his ass. I can't guarantee it'll still be tight though." she laughed.

I could feel my asshole starting to get numb and a sense of pleasure swept over my body. Cherry must have sensed it cause she called to the girls to take their dicks out of my mouth.

"Is that enjoyment I sense?" She pulled back and thrusted deep and hard, I couldn't help but moaning. "Oh ho! It is enjoyment. Does the slut like when I do this?" she thrust in and out several times quickly and I moaned with each thrust. "Mmmm I thought so." She said thrusting hard into me. "Well if you think this is good, you'll love this!" She started thrusting harder and faster and just when I could hardly stand it she pulled out and shoved her dick into my mouth. I choked as she spurted a huge load of jizz into my mouth. All I could taste was her cum and my ass. When she was done she pulled out and I was about to spit it out when the girls covered my mouth. "I couldn't do anything but swallow the mouthful a jizz which I had to take down in two swallows. 

"Fuck I haven't cum like that in ages!" said Cherry collapsing on the bed next to me. She started to untie me. But when I got up to leave she slammed me back onto the bed and said "Oh no! where do you think you're going? We've only just started with you!" 

I lay helpless on my back ass one of the other trannies rammed her cock into my now stretched asshole and another sat on my face and made me lick her asshole. "Mmm." I could hear Cherry saying behind me, "I hope you enjoy the taste of ass!"

I tried to think of something else as I licked her asshole but all I could think of was the hard cock ramming in and out of my asshole. I didn't have to think long though as I felt the tranny's cock swell and she pumped her load deep inside me. She pulled out and the next tranny filled the spot she left. My ass was continually pounded this way for the next few minutes until my ass was once again filled with tranny cum.

"Ok, I'm almost ready to go again," said Cherry, "but I think his ass is way to stretched out to make me feel good so we're gonna have to try something new!" She brought me over to a chair where the tranny who had cum in my ass first lay stroking her still hard cock. "Sit on it slut! And ride it like the bitch you are!" I sat on the cock and felt it slide deep inside me where I knew there was a pool of jizz swimming around. I began to bounce up and down and the hard shaft when the girl whose ass I had been licking started sucking my dick which was surprisingly getting hard. She suck on it for a few minutes as I rode the tranny and when it was hard she slid her wet ass down on top of it. 

There I was, the meat of a tranny sandwich, with a tranny cock in my ass and a trannys ass on my cock. Together we bounced until I felt my dick swell up and I shot my load deep into the trannys ass. 

She got off and Cherry came over. "Well well, someone's enjoying themselves. Well it's time to see how much enjoyment you can stand!" I stopped bouncing on the rock hard prick and Cherry pushed my legs back and laid her dick on top of the one inside me. "Let's see how stretched you are." 

She pushed her hard cock in alongside the one already in me and together the two pounded my ass hard. I could hardly take the pain but I didn't have too for long. I felt more cum flow into my ass as the tranny I was riding blew her load and it started to leak all over Cherrys dick.

"Oh fuck we made a mess!" she said. She pushed me onto the floor on my knees. "Now clean it up!" I started licking her dick clean but it was too much for her and she pulled my head back and blew another massive load all over my face. "Ughhhhhhhh!" She moaned as jet after jet covered my face.

"That was one good fuck. You should come back tomorrow." She said smiling with her giant dick still hard in her hand.

They threw me out of the building, naked, covered in cum and oozing it from my well filled well stretched ass. I limped home that night with thoughts of maybe going back tomorrow.



Cherry Popper



All the participants in his little tale are eighteen or older.

I lay there in the lower bunk listening to the rain softly patter off the window. My older brother, Cliff, was in the top bunk. We got along very well and I had agreed to come along on this trip because at last, I was eighteen and would be able to leave the family soon to go to college. This would be the last of my summer adventures with my family.

It was early evening and very dark. Only the reflected light from a far off camp lantern filtered through the rain and into the room. Mom and dad were in a bedroom on the other side of the big cabin.

I felt the frame of the bunk bed shift as Cliff climbed down.

"What now?" I asked.

"I've got to take a piss. You don't mind do you?"

"No."

"Do you want to watch?"

"Eww! Go away!"

Even in the dim light I could see that he was nude as he made his way to the bathroom. When he came back his cock was sticking right straight out. I heard him snicker as he waved it at me.

"I'm your sister for goodness sake. Don't be waving your dick at me."

"I'll bet you want to touch it, don't you?"

That jarred me because that is exactly what I had been thinking. I was a virgin and had never touched one of those things before but I was entirely curious.

Cliff stood by my bed. As if by its own volition my hand reached out and touched his cock.

"You can't tell much just by touching it. Why don't you wrap your fingers around it?"

Involuntarily my fingers closed around his member. It was hard and soft at the same time. I was amazed. I ran my hand up and down it. It had a big purple head with a dribble of something coming out.

"Eww, you didn't get it dry when you took a leak," I remarked.

"That's not piss, that's precum," he said.

"Just what the hell is precum?" I asked.

"It's the stuff that comes down the pipe when boys get ready for sex."

"Oh no! Does that mean you're ready for sex?"

"Yup. Would you like to try it?"

"Oh no I'm a virgin. It would hurt and I want to give it to somebody I love."

"Well I love you. Do you love me? What are you saving it for? Most girls get it popped in high school. Are you going to be an old maid?"

"No I'm not. Besides, you're my brother. It's not legal. I don't want to."

"If you don't want to, why are you still squeezing it? Take a little taste. I'm sure your girlfriends have told you a bunch of lies about sucking it."

I didn't want to do it but I pulled his cock closer to me and touched it with my tongue. The precum didn't taste bad. My girlfriends had told me I wouldn't like it. I wondered how many other lies they had told me. I sucked the end of it into my mouth. It was soft and kind of meaty feeling. I rubbed it with my tongue and Cliff moaned and straightened out. A feeling of power surged through me and I suddenly realized that he was totally in my power. I could make him do anything I wanted.

I pulled his cock from my mouth. "Lick my pussy," I ordered as I slid off my pajama bottoms.

He crawled between my quivering thighs and started licking my pussy. I gave a little scream. Nothing had ever felt this good before, not even when I rubbed myself to orgasm.

"Don't stop, don't stop Cliff! More, more lick it harder!"

That's when I felt his lips close over my clit. He sucked it as far in as he could and then rubbed it with his tongued. My mind exploded into a thousand horny little pieces and at that moment I knew that Cliff would take my cherry tonight. I came on his mouth. My juices seeped into his lips as he continued to pummel my pussy with his tongue.

"Let me suck you Cliff. Get up here and let me suck your dick!"

Cliff lay down on his back on my bunk. His cock was sticking up. I put my lips on the end of it and slowly sucked as much of him as I could into my mouth. I felt him hit the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down as I blew him to climax. He bucked his hips up. His cock swelled up even larger and I tasted my first cum as he delivered a huge wad of it into my mouth. My girlfriends had told me that it tasted real bad, but that turned out to be another lie! I loved the stuff. I made sure I sucked out all that he had. When it was over he held me in his arms and kissed me. It wasn't a sibling kiss; it was a full French kiss.

It had quit raining and moonlight seeped into the room. I felt warm and safe in his arms.

"I wish we had started this years ago," I moaned.

"You were too young. You know I'm going to pop your cherry tonight, don't you?"

"I can't wait. All the other girls I know have been sexually active for years. But I'll bet none of them have done it with their brothers."

"Don't be too sure about that. Where do you think I got the idea to do you? Your friend Nancy has been fucking her brother."

"I really liked it when you came in my mouth it tasted so good. How did I taste?"

"I would drink from your flower anytime."

"I can feel your cock getting hard again. This time put it in me."

"It may hurt a little."

"I don't care. I want to know what this fucking stuff is all about. Make me cum. Shoot me full."

He tenderly parted my legs and crawled up to my center. His breath was hot and sweet against my neck. I could feel his cock pressing at my entrance. I felt a twinge as my cherry was destroyed almost as soon as he entered me. It hurt a little but it felt really good as he plunged into my core. I could feel all the little bumps and ridges on his pecker as it dominated my being. He started a slow rhythmic motion that increased in tempo, gradually at first but with increasing speed as we got closer to the final reward.

"Oh god, keep fucking me. Don't stop. Give me your juice I want to feel it inside me."

I could feel my climax building as we pounded into each other. My pussy clamped down on him as I started my orgasm. His cock swelled within me and he shot me full of sperm. Even after he had expended himself he stroked on until his cock softened. I gave a little moan when his soft dick popped out of me.

I had an unusual kind of squishy feeling inside me. It was the cum that used to be his but now was mine. I got up and got a paper towel, slapped it between my legs and lay back down with him.

"I want to fuck you again as soon as it gets hard," he mumbled

"Okay. We have to do this every day until camping is done. Then we'll figure out a way to do it at home," I answered.

"You've got the tastiest, tightest, cutest pussy I have ever had. I could just eat you all day and all night."

"That eating stuff is great, but I want as much of your cock in me as I can get. See what you did? You turned me into a sex maniac."

"That's great! I always wanted my own, personal sex maniac. We're gonna have lots of fun all summer."

We did have fun all summer and when I got to college, I learned to have lots more fun. I have my sweet brother to thank for introducing me to the wonderful world of sex. I can't wait to get home on vacation!



Cherry Poppin'



Everyone's got a story about how they lost their virginity, and this is mine. Like everything, I tried to do it in the most spectacular way I could imagine. And I succeeded by my wildest adolescent fantasies.

I was born and bred in New Orleans, Louisiana. My once thick accent has tapered off over the years into an easy drawl. Hard to believe to the casual reader that once upon a time I used to run around with a rowdy crowd down in the Irish Channel, where the summer air is thicker than molasses in January. The lads, as my father used to call us, were just a bunch of prepubescent punks from the neighborhood really. But that was the best childhood. During muggy days I'd escape from the stuffy perfumed atmosphere of our Garden District home near Magazine Street and seek out the other guys to hang with. We'd swap stories and generally get into trouble. It was a day and an age long before I ever got the nickname Eagle. Back then I was still plain old Marc to all who knew me, and there was nothing in my universe outside those sweet southern streets.

But when I was ready to start high school the world turned upside down.

But perhaps a little background first. You see my father was a Scotsman, born and raised. My mother on the other hand can trace her Cajun ancestors in Louisiana back before the Revolutionary War. She'd spent one wild and hot summer traveling Europe as a young woman, which is when she met my father in London. He was working there for an American oil company. A few nights of passion produced Peter, my older brother, and the rest as they say is history. My father truly did love my mother and tried to indulge her hometown fantasies of Bourbon Street and Mardi Gras for thirteen years. But he was always too much of a world traveler to stay put forever.

His dream was the Wild West. He switched jobs from the gulf oil company that he was working for and moved to Colorado to be closer to the business interests in Denver. His great American dream was this crazy idea of living a rougher, country life. So the family packed up and headed off to the ranch country up north. Of course my father was not about to become a rancher. He was too busy wheeling and dealing for that, spending most of his time in London or New York on business. My mother enjoyed a glamorous lifestyle, so she sure as shit hated Colorado. She escaped at every opportunity, leaving Peter and I to take care of ourselves.

And Peter was the man.

I thought the sun rose and set around him. He was a couple years older than me, but he got to experience everything first. From the time I was in diapers I'd always followed him around like a puppy. He's a good guy mostly and he was always great to me. I mean we would tease each other a lot, but then which brothers don't?

Peter understood me.

When I was eleven and after my first real boner, my father had given me a discreet talking to about what a hard on meant and why it was appropriate to 'control' myself in public, as he put it. He was far too reserved and British to be very good at talking about sex though, and if it hadn't been for Peter I think I'd have been completely lost. The lads talked about anything dirty we heard from our dads, uncles, brothers or cousins. Problem was not too many of us knew how to synthesize the info into a coherent whole. I knew that if I wanted answers I needed Peter.

Peter made sense of what the lads talked about.

Unlike the ribbing I'd been expecting when I first came to him he was very sober about the whole thing. He explained to me what he knew about choking the snake. To help me along, he even snuck me a copy of Playboy, which made me real popular with the lads. For the first time I could comprehend with a visual image exactly what my equipment was for. To celebrate Peter also stole some tequila from the liquor cabinet and taught me how to do my first shot. I started everything young.

Peter came through for me. When our father dragged us there, Peter being older, learned what he needed to get by, and taught me all the skills I needed to know too. Like fishing and hunting, wrangling and rodeo. He and I could do everything a rancher's kid could. It was going to take some charm, but I had that in spades.

Being a jock was probably the biggest help. Peter loved football and he taught me everything I know about the game. After cattle and country music, sports were everything in that place.

I did end up doing all right for myself. I got by.

So it was in Colorado then that I began my descent down that road which is manhood; which brings with it that awful need to fuck all the time. The only difference was instead of being in New Orleans, I was in Colorado and the lads had changed to a new crowd of guys. Not so street smart, but more rough and tumble. The horrors of the virgin are many. And guys being guys, razzing on virgins is what they do. 

Maybe it was that country air, or the breeding animals everyone seems exposed to on all the ranches. Maybe it was just getting older and more desperate. I dunno. But a young man's thoughts just inevitably stay fixed on women. There was not a one of us guys even at a relatively tender age who would admit to not having gotten any. Truth is that adolescence is often a terrible gnawing experience of wanting to jump every hot girl you see and learning how to control yourself. And I was horny and jacking off every night.

Of course, as I've already told you, there's a girl in the story.

Her name was Kelley, and she was everything in the world to me. Or at least I thought so at the time. She was a tall cool drink of water, and she had this pair of tits that just seemed to stand up all on their own. I just wanted to reach out and caress them every time I saw her. 

She left me with a raging hard on whenever I thought of her, which was so unbelievably often, man. It was her that I thought of every night I jacked off.

Problem was she was Peter's girlfriend.

Current fuck was probably a more apt description. The older he got the more he moved through women like some guys go through a pack of cigarettes. But, man, he did it with such finesse. He kept them begging for more. And they would come back for more, too. He was my idol. All he'd have to do was crook his little finger and he could have more pussy than a toilet seat.

Kelley was a cheerleader and they were always the easiest to tap anyway. Peter told me one night that he thought she was a little too willing sometimes. I asked him what was wrong with that. That's when I learned my first lesson about women. Some women were for dating and some just weren't. It didn't make them bad people either way, but it was something a man needed to understand.

So it is at this point that my story really begins.

I had thought that everyone was gone. So I settled into the bathroom with an old copy of Hustler that my brother had nicked a couple years before. In fact I was thinking about Kelley when Peter barged in the bathroom without knocking and found me jerking off.

He waltzed into the bathroom just as I desperately draped the magazine over my long dong silver, quickly managing to hide my dignity.

"Looks like little bro's spanking the monkey again," he laughed, not really paying close attention, "What's the problem my man?"

"Fuck off!" I said, embarrassed, "Go away!"

I was feeling desperately trapped there with the magazine covering my wherewithal and having lost any good feelings I might have had before he walked through the door.

"Hey, bro," he said all casually, "Don't get so upset. We all do it ya know. Nothing to get all prissy about. Besides I need to take a piss."

He walked over to the toilet, with his back to me, whipped out his dick and let go the flow. As I heard his urine hit the water below, I just got really irritated.

"What the fuck do you know, man?" I asked, genuine anger in my voice.

I stood up pulling my boxers up over my now soft, floppy dick, "You get all the pussy you want."

He turned his head around and looked at me soberly, taking in my angry face.

"Hey, dude," he said with some sympathy, "You're still young, ya know? I can't help you get laid yet, but maybe I can give you the next best thing."

Finishing, he zipped himself up.

"What you mean? Dad's porno tapes? I already seen 'em man!"

"No, dude," he replied, "I mean Kelley!"

I perked up instantly. I had just confided in him the week before how hot I thought she was, especially when she wore those tight skirts that rode up her thighs. Like what red blooded American male wouldn't have thought so?

"She's downstairs right now, man," he said earnestly, "Why the fuck do you think I came home so early? I was gonna ask you to make yourself scarce so I could get me a little afternoon delight."

"Oh," I said, disappointed, "I'll head over to Steve's for awhile then."

I knew he'd do the same for me if I were ever actually lucky enough to be in that situation.

"Well, guy," he said, his voice taking on an excited conspiratorial whisper, he put his hand on my shoulder pulling me closer, "Maybe that's where I can help. You know mom's closets?"

I nodded thinking of the louvered doors that were so big you could easily see through them.

"Go get in the closet, and we'll give you a show."

I nodded to him, pulling up my pants, hurriedly trying to get to my place.

"But Marc," he called after, caution in his voice, "If she catches you or you do something stupid, I'll fuck you up! You got that? Never mess with any tail that belongs to me. Got that?"

"Yes," I sighed, nodding.

What the hell did he think I was going to do? Like I was honestly going to fuck this opportunity up.

I slipped into my mother's closet in my parent's room. They were in London for the week. I'm sure Mom was having a shopping spree at Harrod's even as I was taking up my stealthy position kneeling behind the door. I tell you I was so excited at the point I couldn't give a fuck if I was in Milan or butt fucking Egypt. But I earned my show, waiting maybe twenty minutes before anything happened.

Just as I was about to give up hope, I heard Kelley's laughter as she came up the stairs. Peter's heavy footfalls followed behind her.

"Don't be such a tease Kel," he said in a mockingly whiny sort of way, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"That's original," she said, sounding bored.

But even so, she turned around and melted into his waiting arms.

"Baby," she said in a low sultry voice, "You know all you need to do is ask."

He took that as his invitation to move in. This was not their first time of course. I knew that. Hell, everyone knew that.

Peter slowly bent to kiss her, and her eyes closed in response as she savored his mouth. I grew noticeably harder when Kelley parted her lips, allowing Peter's tongue entry. His tongue touched hers, exploring her mouth as they made out. He moved as if to pull away, but she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers again. His tongue snaked into her mouth and remained there for a good long while.

God, I wish I had a stopwatch.

Reluctantly they finally broke apart. He released her arms and her hand held the back of his head as they kissed. Her thighs moved against my brother's as their kissing grew more urgent. Peter responded by caressing up and down the side of her smaller body, running his hand over her leg and the side of her ass as they made out. Then she moaned loudly as his hand cupped her breast over her top. 

I could see her nipples harden through the thin, taut material. Peter was relentless as his tongue shot into her mouth. His hand slid down her smooth stomach, over her skirt and between her legs. She moaned again when his hand touched her sensitive area through the material. He began to gently rub her covered pussy and she kissed him with more intensity, her own hands sliding down his body. Her hand found his bulge in his jeans and her fingers traced its outline. 

Peter took her actions as a sign to continue. In a swift gesture, he used both hands to pull her shirt up and over head, revealing the lacy black bra that was all she was wearing underneath.

Absent-mindedly I moved my hand down to stroke my boner through my jeans.

Now uncovered, Peter slid one hand under her skirt and into her black panties, stroking the slit I knew would be found there. His fingers appeared to be working with intensity. She kissed him harder and her hand merely rested on his crotch as she obviously enjoyed the feelings in her pussy. His finger gently caressed up and down the lips of her cunt as he moved to kiss her upper lips with his mouth. Then he dipped a finger into her tight hole and all hell broke loose.

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned loudly, breaking their kiss temporarily.

Peter pushed his finger all the way inside her. He began to slide it in and out of her, and he felt his own button loosen and his fly go down. 

Kelley reached into Peter's jeans and began playing with my brother's manhood. I could see the excitement in his eyes as he now clearly fucked her pussy with his finger. But to his partner's clear disappointment, Peter pulled his hand out of her panties. He grabbed her skirt, undid something at the back, and tugged it downward, breaking the kiss as it fell to the floor. She turned her back to the closet for a moment then, and I had a spectacular view of that gorgeous round ass. I let out a deep breath at the way those matching panties covered her cheeks, the fabric so smooth and tight.

Peter let his hand slide up over the curve of her smooth ass as he bent to kiss her once more. Their lips smacked loudly as his hand found the warmth of her cunt and began to rub her through her panties again. His fingers eased her panties to one side as his tongue explored her mouth. He began to caress her puckered lips with the tips of his fingers, holding her panties aside. 

"Oh, Kel," he said excitedly, "Hurry up, babe. I gotta get some quick."

She moaned into his mouth again, her hand diving back into his jeans. Unable to take much more, she pushed him willingly over to our parent's bed and eased him onto his back so that she was straddling him. She began to rub her panty covered crotch against the thick bulge in his jeans, breathing heavily into his mouth.

Still kissing him, Kelley pushed his shirt up his body, revealing the bricks of his abdominal muscles and his thick chest. They broke the kiss as she pulled his shirt up over his head. Then she began to kiss down his chest, her tongue briefly teasing his nipple on the way by. She kissed down his belly to the top of his jeans. They were in profile to me at that point. Her tits were hanging down in front of her. Fucking Christ! Real goddamn tits hanging there! It was all I could do not to burst out of that closet right then and there. My brother had his hands cupping those fucking unbelievable tits right now. Occasionally he moved his mouth closer to hers for a kiss.

She moved her hands to undo the buttons of his jeans. He was helpless to resist, even if he'd wanted to. And I'm pretty sure he didn't. She was desperate and I heard my brother groan as we both watched her kissing his package from the outside of his jeans. Then like a little girl unable to contain her eagerness on Christmas morning, she undid his jeans and pulled them down his legs. This was followed by his boxers, freeing his long, rock hard cock. It swung up into view, its large head teasingly slapping her in the cheek.

His pants and boxers were now down around his ankles. He sat up on the bed, supported by his arms, and she got down on her knees. She threw his underwear on the floor, crawling quickly back up to his dick. Her hand gripped his shaft, stroking it expertly as she stared at it. I watched Kelley bend towards his dick. Her tongue snaked out and licked the top of his mushroom tip, and he gasped letting out a low long moan. She slowly stroked him. Then I could see her tongue snake out to curl along his underside, a strand of her saliva leaving a trail back to her lips. Peter reached his hand down to play with her long blonde hair as she played with him Then half heartedly grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back so that she was looking into his eyes. She liked to his base, her eyes on his. Then she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and his hands went down and held the sides of her head, holding her down there. I could hear the sounds she made, slurping as she went, releasing his testicle, and licking back up his pole.

She eased his cock into her hungry mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft. She expertly took as much of him into her mouth as she could, holding it there for an instant, before sliding her lips back up to the top. Then Kelley began to bob her head up and down, slurping hungrily on my brother's meat. Slurp, slurp, slurp, she went so loudly that I felt like I was right next to them on the bed.

I could see her from the side and from behind on her hands and knees, head bobbing up and down hungrily. I thought that she had the most wonderful ass, as I stared fixatedly at the tiny black triangle of her panties covering those creamy round cheeks. It was perfect. I could see Kelley's lips slide up and down my brother's thick cock. He gently held her hair back out of her face as she gave him amazing head. I thought it was for my benefit as I could now see her stunning face much better that way.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and she looked at him, smiling.

"Get on the bed bitch!" he commanded.

Quickly she obeyed, crawling up onto the bed towards him. She pressed her panty covered crotch against his shaft and she began to rub herself against him as her searching lips found his. They kissed sloppily as he they ground together. Peter boldly slid his hands up her back, and I watched him unsnap her bra and tear it off her, freeing her breasts to hang before his face. They were amazing, so large and round. I wanted to feel them. 

His hands caressed them, squeezed them, feeling her hard nipples as he kissed all around her chest. She was breathing heavily, and I watched his tongue lick around her nipples. I could also see from that angle that her panties were completely soaked as she continued to grind herself against my brother.

Trying not to take her tits away from his mouth, Kelley raised her ass a little, her hands trying to push that last vestige of clothing, her panties, down. She slipped the dainty things off her ass, revealing her gorgeous white cheeks to me in all of their naked glory. She was forced to pull away from Peter a little as she raised a leg off the bed and pushed her panties further down. Finally, she was able to scramble out of them, pulling them off her feet and dropping them on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

It looked to me that her pussy was shaved with just a little trail of dark hair to guide the way for a hungry cock. Peter playfully shoved his lover onto the bed, and she fell on her back with her mounds hanging above her on her chest, one foot dangling over the bed.

Peter moved over to a dresser and opened up the top drawer. He took out a foil wrapped condom that must have belonged to my father's stash and ripped it open with his teeth. He turned his back to the bed, tauntingly shaking his ass at Kelley. He was facing right at my hiding spot. Peter seemed to look right at me. Slowly he took his left hand and stroked up and down on his long hard prick, jerking it off, pointing it right at me, leering like a madman. I think my being there was a big turn on for him. With his right hand he rolled the condom down his length, the condom taut around his bulging manhood. 

He winked at me before he moved back over to the bed. A somewhat sinister look had come over his face. It seemed to excite her even more.

"You ready for this bitch!"

"Let me feel it Pete," she begged.

"What do you want to feel?"




Cherry Poppin' Co-Worker



As a virgin at the age of 23 I had a lot of sexual imagination, and a lot of time to enact the things I imagined while I was masturbating. Now you can only do so much, but I found that by not holding back, I could always make masturbation a very rewarding experience.

One of my favorite subjects of fantasy was a woman from work. Her name was Laura. She's about 5'9" tall, medium but heavy looking breasts, somewhat wide hips from childbearing, a beautiful face, and neck length black hair. But the thing I really found appealing about her was that she was an older woman at age 42, and she had a very sexual foxy aura. In fact I had noticed her looking at me more and more on the sparse occasions I was around her.

So things began to heat up one day when I had to help her out at work. We had a small project that we had to collaborate on. On the third day she took me out to lunch and started asking a lot of personal questions, and by the time we were finishing eating she had questioned me on having a girlfriend, have I been intimate, and a few other things. I knew at this point I was at a crossroads with her. I could either say that I wasn't comfortable talking about this, or I could dive in and ride this out to see what happened.

I decided to dive in. By the end of the day she had asked me to join her at her house the coming weekend on Friday night. Man was I nervous. All I could think about at work the next 2 day was what was going to happen. I ended up getting in a bit of trouble with my boss. By the time Friday arrived I was a nervous wreck. I also had a heck of a time not masturbating as Laura had told me to do.

Friday evening came and I arrived at Laura's house. She answered the door in jeans and a tight white tee shirt. I had never really found her breasts to be great, but this shirt really made look good. She picked up on me seeing that and grinned.

After a great dinner we headed for her bedroom and I found myself dumb with nervousness. Laura coaxed me to relax and started to strip in front of me. Regardless of her older body and wide hips, she looked wonderful. I loved her heavy breasts, and she had some of the sweetest legs I can remember. She helped me undress and we lay next to each other on her bed, petting, kissing, and groping.

After a few minutes of exploring each other she asked me what I wanted to do with her. I told her I always imagined her being in control. I had a lot of fantasies about her and what we would do, but I didn't want to freak her out with some of the more intense stuff. She asked if that was it, I told her no, but I didn't want her to think I was crazy. She told me that she didn't think that would happen, so I told her about my desire to have her fuck my ass with a dildo or some other toys if she had something. She mmm'd at that and told me to go on. I shared with her how I wanted to fuck her in her office at work. She moaned again at that.

She got up and told me to sit tight for a few minutes while she got a few things. I sat nervously and looked around. I knew she was married with kids, but that fact started to sink in. I started to freak out. She came back and told me not to worry. Her husband was never intimate with her any more. She doubted he'd ever suspect a thing.

She showed me what she had brought back to her room. On the bed she lay out 4 things: 1 small dildo that was about 3 inches long and pretty narrow; a very large dildo that was about 8 inches long and about 2 inches thick; and 2 banana squash which were long and of 2 different thicknesses. She also had a bottle of lotion.

She told me to get on my stomach and put my ass in the air for her. I did so nervously, and she pushed my legs apart a bit, giving her access to my cock from behind. I felt her finger spreading cold lotion around my asshole and she massaged around there to help me relax. Finally she pushed a finger in. I told her to use 2 or 3 fingers, I had done this before and knew what to expect. She didn't waste any time and had 3 fingers in my ass right away. In and out she worked them until she though I was ready for something else.

For a moment I sat waiting for her, and then I felt the small dildo go in. I moaned out loud. Damn I wanted this bad. She started to pump it very fast, each time bumping it into my prostate. After a few minutes she told me I was too loose for that one and she stopped.

Not 10 seconds later she crammed the larger of the 2 squash into my bum. It hurt for second, but she started to ram it into and out of my ass like crazy. Instantly I was pushing my ass back into her, anticipating her rhythm. I shouted that I was going to cum if she would just go faster. But instead she sank the squash as far as it would go and just left it there. I looked back and she was looking into my eyes. I pleaded silently with her to let me cum. Slowly she started to pump it again and finally pulled it out.

Next was the big dildo. I was a little nervous about it because I knew it was thicker than anything I'd used before. She helped me to get into a position where she could wear the dildo and fuck my ass with it. She put it on and lubed up. It went in a lot easier than I'd anticipated. She started to fuck my butt wildly and I couldn't help but start to moan really loudly until I finally came all over her bed.

She pulled out and we cleaned up the mess. Well she did more than me, wiping it up with her fingers and licking them clean. Once she was done we headed for the shower.

I started the hot water going and got in before she did. After a few minutes I wondered what she was doing. Then I heard her come into the bathroom, but I heard more than one person. What's going on, I thought. I looked out and with Laura was a younger looking copy of her. Then I remembered her from the picture...it was Laura's daughter. She had a body a lot like her mother, except with much slimmer hips, long legs, and dirty blonde hair. And, as I found out later, she had just turned 19.

Laura introduced us and I had to laugh at the circumstances. Apparently her daughter, Rachel, was going to join us. I couldn't believe it. The hopped in with me and I ended up in the middle of the sandwich. It was a relentless groping session, with most of it being done by the women. I started to kiss Rachel and didn't realize that Laura had left the shower to get the big dildo and put it on. She got back in and with me still making out with Rachel, she started pushing the dildo into my ass again. I grunted and moaned, but Rachel wouldn't let me stop kissing her, instead pulling me to her. I relaxed and started to join in Laura's ass fucking rhythm. Laura pulled me back to her and I leaned back against her breasts and Rachel go her hair wet under the shower head, and then kneeled in front of me.

She proceeded to give me what I thought was a fabulous blowjob. Having never been through such an experience before, it seemed to be awesome. After bringing me near to climax several times she stopped with the oral treatment and stood back up.

Fuck him! Laura encouraged her daughter as she was still pumping the dildo into my ass very slowly, keeping me constantly on high sexual alert. Rachel put one of her legs up on the rim of the shower and pulled my cock towards her and slowly pushed me into her pussy. Good lord what a feeling. She felt soooo tight, and better than and hand job I'd been through. And so it went, Laura was slowing grinding into my ass with her dildo, and Rachel picking up speed on my cock. I unloaded a huge load of cum into Rachel and she followed shortly after with her own climax and squirted all over the shower.

I expected Laura to stop with the dildo but she kept going and I loved it. I leaned back against her again, and started grinding with her rhythm again. My cock started to harden up right away. It felt sore already, and I tried to focus on the pleasure in my ass. I closed my eyes and kissed Laura. Meantime Rachel began giving me a hand job. I was in heaven! These women were the best. After I was back to full erection Rachel backed into me and started to ride my cock with her ass.

Not more than one minute into this we heard a sound outside the bathroom. I panicked and tried to pull off of the dildo, but Laura held me fast and kept her slow grind going, as did Rachel. Then Laura's husband came in. Holy shit! I was soooo scared, but the ladies kept on fucking me. Laura started to fuck my ass harder and I let out a loud moan. She quickly put her hand over my mouth and her other arm around my waist, and shhh'd me in my ear.

Her husband asked what that sound was and Laura just told him she was massaging her sore calves after a long workout. They talked for a few minutes while he was doing who knows what just feet away from us. Laura increased her ass fucking speed and intensity again and I had a hard time not moaning more. She kept my mouth covered though, and I controlled myself. I felt Rachel coming again as her ass tightened up and she started to buck wildly on my cock. I came too as I realized what she was doing, but she pinched my cock off and held it so she could get my cum all over her tits.

Damn, I thought. This was crazy. Laura's husband was in a yard away and I was there fucking his daughter and wife. He finally left and Laura turned me around and started to kiss me wildly. I returned it and started to touch her pussy. I wanted to fuck her cunt so badly. I was so turned on after what just happened that my erection was renewed immediately. She backed me up to the wall opposite the showerhead and put me inside her. We started to fuck like animals until we both erupted into extremely intense orgasm and moaning.

After that things kind of ended and we cleaned up. I managed to sneak out of the house and headed home. That night I hard a hard time sleeping because of a sore ass and cock, but I easily forgot the pain by imagining what could happen next time I had some time around Laura and her daughter.



Cherry Poppin'



"Let me feel that long hard cock," she said with a tone of pleading in her voice.

He grabbed her thighs forcefully, lifting her ass off the bed and pulling her to the edge. His cock was magnificently hard and standing straight up in the air. He pulled her pussy up enough so that he could enter her, his manhood moving over the outside of her pussy. I'm not sure if this show was for my benefit or not.

"You're so wet, you slut," he growled, "You like this don't you? Tell me how much you like my cock in your cunt, whore."

His dirty talk seemed to turn her on even more.

"Fill me up," she cried her hands moving up through her hair, her back arching.

Peter was still rubbing himself over her pussy lips; his dick on her clit inciting her to moan loudly. Then he moved her down jerkingly and in one swift, brutal stroke he thrust inside her, burying himself in her glory hole. He pumped in and out, recklessly, pistoning his ass for maximum penetration on every thrust. Kelley cried out for all she was worth and begged him to fuck her even harder. 

I pulled my intense hard on out of my jeans and started to stroke pre-cum over my dick, the slickness oozing around my fingers.

I looked up when I heard Peter say, "Bitch you are so tight!"

After a pause he added, "Get on you stomach."

He flipped her over, so that I could see right up to her cunt. He then crawled up on top of her. I could actually see his dick as it slipped into that runway, his balls hanging down, bobbing with every thrust.

I moved my hand up and down, timing myself to his thrusts, slowing only when I got too excited. I wanted this to last.

Peter suddenly pulled out of her pussy, and she and I both moaned that the show had ended so abruptly. But Peter lay on his back next to her, and she scrambled on top of him. Kelley's hot, wet pussy was now pressed against his shaft, and she began to rub herself against him. They were both gasping for breath as she inclined her head to his, her lips again finding his, and her tongue darting inside his mouth.

After about two minutes of grinding, Kelley reached underneath her, breaking the kiss. Her hand raised his cock up into the air and she pressed her hungry slit against the fat head. Her eyes glazed over as she slowly eased his penis inside her welcoming hole until he was halfway inside her.

"Oh, oh, oh," she sighed, her tightness stretching around his manhood.

Peter's hands slid down to her soft ass, squeezing and spreading her white ass cheeks. He allowed me to have the perfect view of Kelley's pink cunt lips stretching outward around the mid point of his thick cock. She slid her pussy off of most of his dick, before slamming her ass down on his lap, driving his entire rod into her needy twat in one stroke. 

"Oh! Yes!" she moaned loudly.

Peter began to thrust his hips up into the air. Kelley in turn began to ride him, sliding his meat in and out of her. He pulled her down on him, his mouth finding hers and they locked into a kiss. 

I had the most remarkable view of my brother's dick ramming upwards into Kelley's eager cunt, over and over. I continued to jerk off, watching them. My brother still had a good grip of his lover's ass cheeks and was spreading them as if he was trying to give me the best show.

She moaned into his mouth. Forced to break the kiss, her moans carried across the room to where I sat in the closet. Her last moan was long and loud as I heard her achieve an orgasm. She was weak from cumming, but my brother did all the work for her, slamming his hard cock upwards into her. As she finally settled down, he slowed. 

He gently eased her off of him, and I could hear the audible noise his cock made when it slipped out of her wet twat leaving a vacuum. Peter rolled her over onto her back, and Kelley obediently lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, invitingly. 

Her pink, swollen pussy lips were framed by that delicately trimmed pubic hair. Peter suddenly bent down between her legs and immediately began lightly licking her sensitive slit. She sighed with pleasure. He slid his hands under her ass, holding her soft ass cheeks as he slid his tongue into her steamy hole, tasting her juices. He gently sucked her lips into his mouth, running his tongue over them softly but quickly.

I was getting quite an education.

Kelly squirmed beneath him, her hand reaching between her legs and holding his head there. Peter released the lips of her cunt, and slowly licked his way up to her clit.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned in pure pleasure.

His tongue teased around her tiny button, nudging at times but never truly focusing on it. Then he held her clit between his lips, and his tongue danced over it rapidly. This moan came loudest of all, as she writhed her pussy up into his face. He began to run his tongue lightly up and down her clit relentlessly, driving her towards the edge. 

She appeared to be losing it again.

I was taking notes about pleasing women.

"Oh God!" she finally moaned as the intensity wore off.

Peter kissed her twat one last time before kissing his way up her stomach. He briefly stopped at her beautiful tits, kissing and sucking at her nipples, before continuing on up her chest. He kissed up her neck and her mouth quickly found his and they kissed passionately. As if with a mind of its own, his hard dick found the entrance to her treasure and he slid inside her warmth in one eager stroke.

Once more my brother was joined with his lover. He sent his tongue into her mouth as he slowly slid most of his dick out of her. Then he slid back into her hard. Her hands clawed at his back, and her feet caressed up and down his legs. He began to fuck her at a steady pace, kissing her lustfully as his pole drilled in and out of her. Through the slats in the door, I watched Kelley raise her feet in the air. My brother's ass thrust faster and faster. I watched Peter break the kiss, and could now hear Kelley's moans clearly. 

"OHHHH, GOD!" she cried again, her legs were outstretched, her hands were clawing at him.

My brother increased the pace further, losing it as well.

He moved in and out.

"I could fuck you..." Peter moaned, "Ah, oh baby that's it right there...ooh...all the time."

"Harder, baby..." she cried, responding, "Unnnggghhh...it's so hard...ooooh....OOOH. I'm cumming!"

Up and down, UP and DOWN, faster, my hand worked my shaft.

My head fell back, seeing him pierce her over and over again out of my narrowed eyes.

Oh, my toes were tingling. Oh, it felt so good; better than jerking off to any porno.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" cried out Peter.

Kelley let out one long shrill yell.

Up.

In.

Down.

Out.

Long strokes.

Her tits were bouncing up and down with every thrust, and I knew I was ready to cum at the sight. Sudden rushing. Squirting. I stroked my cock a few more times and stifled a groan as it spasmed in my hand, shooting my cum all over the frame of the door, onto the floor, and on my hand, everywhere. I was cumming, and I couldn't stop myself. I had to keep from falling through the door and letting my brother and his girlfriend know that I was watching them. 

I looked up. Peter's hips were moving at a faster pace now; his long even thrusts had now become fast hard darts into her pussy. Spearing her.

Suddenly I head Peter grunting, as he forced himself to say, "I'm cumming!"

He groaned, thrusting a few more times. He slid his entire penis far inside her, back arched, head thrown back, holding himself there. Kelley wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight, and then she sighed happily as his dick jerked a couple more times. Peter's mouth covered hers in a passionate, breathless kiss as he finished inside her.

I was a little disappointed that there was no money shot, but otherwise it had been an intense experience.

Then it was all over. Peter lay on top of Kelley for a few minutes, softening inside her, as they kissed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Their lips smacked loudly as they caught their breath. But finally he collapsed onto the bed, rolling over and sliding out of her sloppy cunt in the process. He got off of the bed pulled off the condom, and threw on his underwear.

I reached for a handkerchief to start cleaning my mess up.

Kelley meanwhile was completely jazzed from the sex.

"Let's go for a swim," she said.

Motioning with her head, she got up stark naked and was out the door like a shot.

Pete gave out a long contented sigh.

"I'll be right there darlin," he called out after her.

"Don't keep me waiting too long!" I heard her say, calling back as she headed down the stairs.

Peter got up and came over to the closet. He opened the door to reveal me slouched against the wall. I had pulled my jeans back up at that point, but my little mess was still apparent.

"Well, looks like you got some cleaning up to do," he said grinning from ear to ear, "Did you like the show?"

I grunted my affirmative response.

"Bet you can't wait to get some, boy," he said as a matter of fact.

He handed his condom to me.

"Price of admission," he said, smirking, as I gingerly took hold of his used rubber, "You get to tidy up this little mess. Do a good job."

He was gone like that. I looked over the condom, at the cum inside. It was a pervy thing to do, but I couldn't help myself, wondering, hoping I might also have a chance to use one.

When they were gone I cleaned up the room, disposing of the evidence. This had been the most thrilling sexual experience of my life to that point, and even though I hadn't gotten to do anything, the whole thing had been so worth it.

* * *

A week passed quickly and the next Sunday I found myself doing some yard work. By noon the sun had really started to beat down and I had lost my shirt about an hour before. Now I've been working out since I was twelve, and I knew I was a good-looking little devil, and I had a pretty decent body at that age. I wasn't as thick with muscle back then as I became later in high school and in the Marines. Even though I was doing football and lifting weights at the time. I was leaner then, but cocky, and even though I hadn't reached my full growth, I had put on some respectable size.

There I was shirtless, sweaty, heading back to the house for a shower when Kelley drove up in her red mustang convertible. Peter was at his friend Brian's right about then. I think he had gone over there to check out Brian's new dirt bike or something. She waved at me and I changed direction to intercept her in the driveway. As I approached her car she took off her sunglasses. Her eyes drifted from my boots up over my cut off jeans and up to my bare chest. I wiped the sweat away from my eyes.

"Peter's not here," I called out.

"Oh?" she said, "That's too bad. Well I just came over to pick up something I left the other day anyway. Mind if I run up to his room and check?"

Of course I knew exactly what she was talking about. She had never bothered to put her bra and panties back on that afternoon. So I had collected them as souvenirs.

I don't know what I was feeling looking at her. I think I was imagining her having sex with Pete frankly. Or imagining myself having sex with her.

"Um, I guess," I replied sheepishly.

Back then I could still be pretty shy sometimes. Especially around older women I had crushes on.

"Good," she said.

She got out of the car. She was wearing some short cut offs and a little shirt top tied above her stomach holding in that awesome rack.

"Have you been working out?" she asked me, appraisingly.

"Yeah," I said, quietly.

"Let me see," she said, "Make a muscle."

I blushed in embarrassment, but brought my arm up anyways, flexing it, my bicep bunching up to form a nice round ball as I did so.

"Very nice," she said, taking a step toward me at the same time.

I was feeling a hardening in my crotch as I looked at her. I don't know if she noticed or not. But she smiled at me.

"Don't worry Marc," she told me, "I'll just run upstairs and be right back."

She walked over to the house and went inside. Realizing what she was after I rushed after her. She was up in Peter's room by the time I caught up with her.

She looked around in his clothesbasket, "Where the hell are they?"

When she heard my footfalls she looked up to see me holding up her black bra.

"Now why would you happen to have that?" she asked.

I swallowed hard, unable to think of a quick answer.

"That one is my favorite," she continued in a sultry voice, "I got it from Victoria's Secret. Do you ever look at that magazine? Hmmm?"

I was completely speechless at that point. I realized I must have looked an idiot, but she seemed to find it endearing, as she got this crooked little smile on her face.

"Peter told me all about the other day you know," she said confidingly, "You little sneak. Did you enjoy the show?"

I nodded.

"Wanna see what this looks like on me?" she asked.

"Yes," I said, holding my breath.

"Okay then," she replied, "Turn around and I'll put it on."

I don't know what made me do it, maybe it was the feeling in my stiff cock, but I steeled my spine and told her firmly, "No."

She looked at me strangely and said, "Well if that's the way you want it."

She smiled, untied her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a little lacy red bra underneath; she reached behind her and tried to undo the clasp.

"Would you help me with this?" she asked.

I walked over to her tentatively and reached behind her, the bra came loose, spilling out its milky white contents. Her big rosy nipple was right by my hand. Without even thinking I reached out and started to touch it. I was beside myself in panic. It was the first time I had felt a naked breast. But I didn't let go. Those couple girls that I had managed to cop a feel from before this point had all been wearing bras at the time. I started stroking. She let out a sigh and then she leaned back on the bed, pulling me down on top of her. Without much warning she reached up to kiss my mouth. This part at least was familiar territory to me, and my tongue slid gently around her mouth, as I breathed in her musky sweet scent. I felt her reach down to stroke my dick through my jean shorts. Her other hand stroked across the sweat on my chest, a drop of which collected on her fingers. Kelley put her hand to her mouth savoring the salty taste on her tongue.

"You're kinda cute," she whispered, "For a young punk."

I blushed again. It was becoming a regular occurrence, but she didn't pay it any mind. Her head snaked across the space between us to lick perspiration from around my nipple. Her tongue lingered over my chest.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" she asked, breathing heavily.

I was beyond embarrassed by this point. My face was beet red. I started to pull away.

"What's the matter?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"I've never done this before," I said self-consciously.

She got a really sweet look on her face, reached up and pulled me down to her, kissed me once and then pushed me aside.

"Is that all?" she laughed, "We all have to start sometime."

She got up and undid the buttons of her shorts and slipped them off. Slowly she eased them down until she was wearing only her panties. This time the little lacy things had red hearts on them. Ever so slowly she slid those down too until I at last got a close up glimpse of that gorgeous, almost shaved cunt that my brother spoke so highly of. My cock leapt in my pants, tugging to get out. I stood up eagerly, nervous. She moved to me and undid my pants with aching slowness, letting them drop to the floor.

I pushed my boxers down to release my big tool, which was semi hard.

"Oh, man," she said staring at it in awe, "I thought your brother was hung but this takes the cake."

She grabbed my dick in her tight little fist.

"It's so big!" she exclaimed, handling me all over.

The lads and I had compared ourselves a couple times when we were kids down in the Big Easy, but it was the first time I had ever gotten any confirmation from a woman on how big my prick really was.

Not even Pete had ever gotten a good glimpse of me erect and proud.

For the first time I felt like I had a one up on my brother. And that made me feel powerful somehow. Emboldened, I pushed her back down on the bed and, reaching down, slipped off my boots and stepped out of my pants and boxers.

"And still growing," I said proudly.

I was aching with need at that point. I climbed slowly up on top of her. I was going with the feeling, because I sure as shit hadn't ever done anything like this other than in my dreams. I sort of moved my dick around down below near her pussy, trying to figure out how to maneuver it to make it useful to the purpose for which it was required. My prick felt something wet and warm down in that unfamiliar territory, as it slid back and forth across the surface of her cunt lips. I looked down and pushed my super hard rod into that moist flesh. I felt her give way and it felt like pure gold.

"That's it," she murmured in my ear, "Now you're getting it. Move it in. Slowly."

It was tight and so moist inside, warming me. I moved my mushroom tip in slowly, the pleasure almost painful, and everywhere that warm moist feeling. I managed a few more inches. My entire body was exploding with sensation as I eased my hard shaft further into her aching pussy.

"Yeah," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my body towards her, "That's it."

I felt her flesh wrapping around my length. She gave no resistance, no indication of discomfort. Instinct took over and I began to stroke in and out, moving my mass a little further inside her each time. To tell the truth I was so nervous I couldn't tell what was happening. I was only aware of the feeling of being inside her. Then she started grabbing my ass and I couldn't hold back any more; I just started squirting inside her.

I hadn't even gotten my prick all the way in yet!

I looked up at her, a tear in my eye, and said genuinely, "I'm sorry."

As I pulled the head of my prick out, I rolled over next to her on the bed. Failure compounded my earlier embarrassment. What had just happened?

"It's okay," she said calmly, "It's just your first time. A lot of guys have the same problem. Besides you're a virgin and I'm on the pill, so what harm could it do?"

I moved down on the bed to look at her vagina, and I started tracing my finger around her pussy lips, completely fascinated with looking at the female anatomy so close. My feelings started to change there as we lay calmly. I felt a well of passion from somewhere deep inside me and, as it flared, my nervous embarrassment faded. I started to finger her then, watching my cum ooze out around my fingers. She began to moan then as she had earlier with Peter. It was clear that she was getting into what I was doing. Mindful of what my brother had done, I moved my face down to lick around her cunt. It was just like I had seen in the movies. I found what I assumed was her clit and remembered Peter telling me about it. When I played with it she began bucking her hips. After a few minutes her pussy got really wet. I pulled my head away and started using the fingers of one hand to finish what I had started. My dick had gotten hard again and I moved down to stroke it with my other hand. I was still slick and sticky from my last round.

Her eyes were closed and she moaned rhythmically to the finger fucking I gave her. Her flesh gripped my digits tightly, and I wanted to feel that again on my cock.

"Can I have another try?" I asked her.

She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Go slowly," she said pointedly, "It should be better this time."

I moved up over her into position again. This time I found the way much more easily, sliding into her. I was wedged in that incredible tightness. It was like an oven, but soaking wet at the same time. I felt her flesh give around me, adjusting to my thickness as I pushed inside. When I'd gotten in about a quarter of the way I met with incredible resistance. Her flesh was so young and tight. It excited me tremendously. I felt myself harden even further. I was the biggest she'd had, she said. Then in my excitement I began to thrust. But more slowly this time. She still felt like molten gold, but I didn't feel like exploding. I concentrated instead on the feeling, consciously making an effort to hold myself back from the edge. Then I found I began to slip in more easily.




Cherry Poppin'



It was agonizingly slow, but worth it. On a last potent thrust, before I even had the chance to register what was happening, I felt my pubic hairs pressed against her silky skin. I was in all the way. My cock completely buried inside her body! My balls resting against the soft curve of her ass. The first time with any woman.

Fuck! I didn't know it was gonna be like this. This good.

This girl was sharing herself with me completely. It was euphoric, almost exactly like I had always hoped it would be. She pulled me closer and I rested my head beside hers for a moment, burying my face in her sweet smelling, gorgeous hair. I felt her ear against my lips and I pressed them gently to kiss her earlobe silently.

I was amazed. Then I felt need drive my cock. I started moving in and out slowly. She was very wet and her pussy juice further eased the passage of my cock. She was stretched comfortably and completely. This movement was nothing like I'd ever experienced with my trusty right hand. My cock massaged inside her, pulling on her, and pressing into the walls of her pussy, creating subtleties of alien, yet addictive awareness. I wanted this feeling to last forever.

"Fuck me," she commanded.

God, she was incredible. I wanted to pump my body into her with all my might. I wanted to bury myself into her tight folds and never come out. I wanted to fuck her until I was exhausted.

I started to move in and out faster; I had more control this time. I pumped and pumped. Her pussy started contracting, grabbing at my dick, and I could feel the slick wetness all around, my thick meat keeping pressure against her walls. I was consumed with this sensation. I concentrated on my hardness, on my urgency, and her sloppy good hole. Her moans brought me back to reality.

"You're a fast learner," she cried in my ear, "Come on, Marc. I need your cock. Harder!"

Stroke, stroke, stroke, the squishing noise of my last round of cum oozing around my prick, while her cum seeped out around my thighs, coating my pubic hair. There was a tingling all throughout my dick. Her flesh was tight, like a vice. Sucking on me like a vacuum cleaner hose.

Finally, I couldn't take anymore. The sensation in my balls filled me. I kept pumping into her hoping she too had reached satisfaction.

"Oh, God, Kelley," I groaned, "I have to..."

But I didn't get the words out. I grunted instead, and pushed my hips down into her flesh. I could sense the rush from my balls to my cock as the floodgates opened. My swollen cock stiffened even harder, magnifying inside her, slamming a burst of cum into her depths.

"Christ!" I hollered out, "Thank you!"

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders, pulling me off Kelley, my thick dick tugged out of that warm, wet hole with a sucking sound.

Looking up I saw my brother standing above us. His face was a contortion of rage and desire. Fuck me! I was stunned. How long had he been watching us? Long enough I guessed, judging by his boner. Peter was stroking his erection, and I realized what Kelley had meant, he really was shorter than me. And I hadn't reached my full growth yet either. His dick also did not have the same thickness as my meat, not when I could compare up close like this.

I noticed Peter's friend Brian was standing there in the doorway too, his dense muscled frame taking up a lot of space there. He was stroking a short fat boner that was poking out of the unzipped hole in the front of his jeans.

Somewhere between horny and irate, Peter didn't wait for any invites from Kelley.

He climbed up on top of his girlfriend who stared back at him nervously, never seeing him with this much raw, angry passion off the football field. He pushed his shorts down as he went, freeing his dick to fuck.

"You never let me fuck you without a condom," he said pissed, "You wanna spread it around bitch? Huh? Wanna fuck my brother? Let me show you how a real man fucks."

He slammed into her cruelly, stroking in and out a couple times, but ramming back for emphasis. She groaned beneath him.

"Marc," he asked, turning to look at me, "What'd the fuck you do to her? She's so wet."

He then went back to grunting and pistoning himself, pumping in and out of her in his urgency. He looked at me again, but then closed his eyes lost in the feeling he had to have. She was really moaning at this point, the orgasm that I had almost brought her to was being realized in Pete's continued thrusting.

My softening dick got hard again and I was getting more and more turned on being part of this main event action.

"That's it bitch," Peter gasped, "Take it! Take it!"

He shot his load deeply into her dripping pussy. His head rolled back on his neck as he came.

"Fuck yeah!" he hollered, looking up at the ceiling.

Peter stroked her pussy a few more times to get the last of his cum out, then finished his business and rolled off her.

Brian was waiting expectantly in the wings. And now it was his turn. I lay on one side of her, Peter on the other. But without preliminaries, or worrying about us, Brian moved his rod into her waiting, well greased hole and started thrusting like a mad hamster. He lasted about twenty strokes and was gone, collapsing on top of her, spent.

Peter got up and started taking off his clothes.

"Well, little bro," he said smugly, "It looks like you finally got some pussy after all."

"Man," I said, concerned that he was going to knock my sorry ass into next week, "I didn't mean anything by it! It just sort of happened!"

I was off the bed and backing up toward the door in case I needed to make a hasty exit.

"It's okay, man," he said, resignedly, "I like pussy too. Guess I can't be too sore at you."

Then to Kelly, he said, "Well my little slut. Do you like what we're giving you, huh? Cause you're gonna get a lot more before we're finished."

She seemed a willing participant once she realized Peter wasn't too angry.

"Bring it on, baby," she cooed at him suggestively.

Peter took her by the hand and pulled her after him downstairs. Brian and I followed after them our dicks slapping in time to our march down the stairs. When we got downstairs Peter was already sitting on the couch and Kelley was on her hands and knees in front of him sucking hungrily on his dick. Her ass waved up in the air at us. Peter motioned for us to join him. Brian gave me a friendly punch in the shoulder and positioned himself behind Kelley's waiting ass.

Wow! Not only had I lost my cherry in the last half hour, but now I was about to gang bang a chick with the two toughest jock studs of my high school, one of whom just happened to be my brother. This really was turning out to be an eye opening day and a real learning experience. And my taste in sloppy seconds and gang bangs was being firmly cemented forever.

My eyes took in the exposed features of Kelley's body inch by inch, marveling at how perfectly formed each curve seemed. I kept having to remind myself that I'd never seen a naked woman before today, and I could not resist staring at her body as though it was some famous painting. Her breasts, so perfectly shaped, hung low beneath her in that prone position. They were so large and beautiful. I felt my dick surge.

Brian, now behind Kelley, began to rub her bare ass, and then pressed his hard on against the crack formed by the two white cheeks. Kelley made no effort to resist, so Brian began to feel between her legs, admiring the tightness of her thighs. He let his thumb brush against the light dusting of hair around her pussy. He worked his hand lightly down her thigh and then back up, once again letting his thumb rub against the moistening lips, slightly penetrating the hot crevice, continuing to tease her increasingly wet pussy. From time to time Brian would reach underneath her to fondle a breast with one hand while he fingered her from behind with the other.

Kelley had parted her legs as wide as possible, bent open, providing full access for Brian's probing fingers. Her hips heaved upwards as a finger was inserted deeply inside of her. After a few minutes of such sensual teasing of her body, she pulled herself away from my brother's cock for a moment to plead, eyes closed.

"God damn it, Brian," she moaned.

Brian was merciless, "Say it baby," he intoned, "Say it if you want it."

"Please," she begged, responding, "Please, fuck me already."

He fingered her throbbing pussy deeply as enticement.

"I'll give you all the dick you want," he groaned, and then he said to my brother, "Should we show Marc how it's really done?"

Peter nodded in his half hazy stupor, his girlfriend's lips wrapped around his dick again, while his best buddy's fingers played her pussy like an instrument. His younger brother just stood there watching it all.

Brian placed his dick in position and, with a sudden thrust forward, buried his dick fully inside that wet, used hole. As he filled her up, it elicited a moan of pleasure from her. Brian slowly, torturously fucked Kelley's pussy. It was difficult to watch all this as I stood there, horny as hell. Brian grunted loudly, enjoying his position. When he thrust against her, it would force her body forward, her face impaling my brother's waiting dick over and over.

"You ever had a blowjob man?" he asked me suddenly, seeing me standing there dick in hand.

I shook my head no. He motioned for me to come over.

"Sit down bro," he told me, "This little whore's a pro."

I sat next to Peter on the couch. Kelley started alternating between the two of us, sucking first Peter and then me. Her mouth was pure heaven.

Brian gave a long groan that indicated he'd finally released a second load into her twat.

Unfazed Kelley let her tongue snake out and slowly licked from the base of my dick up to the top. I groaned, smiling, knowing I had the biggest cock in the room. She was eager to devour my cock and her attention left my brother. That was fine because he got up off the couch as I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her as she slid the first half of my dick into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, slurping loudly on my manhood. She sucked sloppily on my dick as Peter stood there, stroking his. 

Peter took in the view. Liking what he saw, my brother reached under her and began to rub her sopping wet cunt with his hand, rubbing her entire slit. He placed a thumb at the entrance to her asshole. 

He slipped his thumb into her asshole as she continued to suck on my thick cock in her mouth. She moaned with her mouth full. I learned later that she pretty much let my brother fuck her up the ass once or twice a week, so in hindsight this was nothing to her. His hand continued to rub her pussy as his thumb slipped in and out of her ass. She was rubbing her crotch against his hand. Then my brother took his hand away. 

He bent down and kissed her soft ass. She raised it as much as possible, opening her legs a little wider as she slurped hungrily on my dick. Bending further, and spreading her ass cheeks apart, Peter kissed along the crack towards her swollen pussy lips. He kissed the moist flesh softly. It caused her to moan around my cock, which felt like an odd vibration. Peter slid his tongue into her hole, tasting all the juices that had come before.

It excited me.

I grabbed her head with both my hands and actually started humping my hips upwards somewhat, fucking her mouth. It was a good thing, too, because with Peter's attentions Kelley had forgotten to continue with my blowjob. I held her hair out of her face as I'd seen my brother do earlier, watching my hard shaft slip in and out of her mouth. It was amazingly erotic.

Peter buried his face in her ass, his tongue darting all over her hard little clitoris. She squirmed before him, moaning. Teasing her, he licked up her slit, licking the skin between her asshole and her pussy. His tongue circled her anus, licking all around it. He slid his tongue inside Kelley's ass. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and sighed. Then just as quickly she shoved me back into her mouth. I continued my thrusting.

Then Peter spread her beautiful ass cheeks wide apart, sliding his tongue in and out of her asshole as she tried desperately to continue giving me my blowjob. Suddenly, he withdrew his tongue and clamped his mouth around her entire cunt, sucking her lips inside. She moaned again as his tongue lapped quickly over her clitoris. I stopped thrusting as Kelley held my dick in her mouth like a lollipop, sucking hard, but not moving her mouth.

Peter was relentless, and I realized I still had a lot to learn. His tongue licked her wildly, the sensitive clit held in his mouth. She moaned then, obviously cumming. Her sexy ass was pressed against my brother's face, as Kelley rubbed herself on his mouth as she came. She nearly sucked my cock right off my body in the process! She was shaking. 

Satisfied, my brother got up on his knees behind her, his full dick standing tall. He ran that fat cock down the crack of her creamy white ass until it reached her sopping wet, needy slit. He placed it at the entrance and pushed forward, watching as her lips stretched open and accepted him slowly.

Whatever he was doing I wanted him to continue, it was delightful. She went crazy on my dick.

My brother was able to push his entire length into her wetness in one stroke. We'd really loosened her up today. Between the two of us she had about fifteen inches of thick, hard cock inside her. Peter grabbed the sides of her ass and began to slide himself in and out of her rapidly, slapping hard against her cheeks, causing them to shake. My cock slipped out of her mouth and her moans were no longer muffled. Peter was pile driving his manhood in and out of her eager twat over and over. Her ass cheeks were shaking with each impact, and their thighs made slapping noises as they came together, him pounding against her ass. 

In the meantime, I was left sitting there with a hard cock and no hole. I instinctively rubbed the head of my dick over her face, trying to get her to suck it again. Her face was clenched in ecstasy, eyes closed. When she felt me rubbing on her face she obediently opened her mouth and I was able to slip myself back in.

Then my brother suddenly pulled his cock out of her dripping hole. He placed the mushroom head of his dick at the entrance to her asshole. His dick was coated only in the juices her pussy gave it and all that cum. Peter pushed hard, roughly, forcing his cock to squeeze into her tight anus. She moaned around my dick as the first two inches of Peter's cock slid into her ass. Then Peter slid himself out and pushed back inside, forcing half of his cock into her asshole. This caused her to suck harder on my dick.

Finally, Peter pulled back a bit, and than rammed his entire length all the way into Kelley's tight asshole. She came. Just like that. She was sucking extremely hard on me during the process. Peter didn't miss a beat. He continued to ram himself in and out of his girlfriend's ass. Hard. I think this experience had hurt his pride. He wasn't gentle or tender. As I watched, Peter finally groaned, and he pulled out. His cock spasmed a thick, hot stream of cum shot onto her back and ass. He grunted again as more of his seed flowed dripping down.

Kelley sighed, thinking she'd finally caught a break from all us horny men.

But I was feeling more than horny at this point. I wanted to be fucked again. And hard. I wanted pussy. I got up and pushed Kelley down on the floor on her back, pinned beneath me. She struggled at first at my roughness, but I think it was getting her hot. The smell of sex permeated the whole house. Brian and Peter were getting into my roughness, starting to cheer me on. My dick needed no roadmap at this point. I aimed my cock at the pink lips of her vagina, and then I pushed forward and her lips easily allowed me inside. It was telling that I slid all the way into her warmth in one stroke.

"Ohhhhh..." she sighed, pleasured.

My lips found hers, and we kissed passionately as I began to slide my dick in and out of her slowly. Our lips were smacking loudly as we kissed sloppily, and she was moaning with every gentle thrust. But I wasn't in the mood to be gentle. My thrusting intensified quickly, as I forced myself into her with hardly any effort. Soon I was bashing her with my thrusts.

I heard Brian say behind me, "Marc, that bitch isn't going to be able to walk for a week! Do her man. Do her!"

Kelley raked her fingernails down the muscles of my back. My thrusts like a jack hammer; I was filled with this insane need to reach as deeply inside her as I could. She started cumming all around my dick, I'd never experienced a woman having an orgasm before, but there was no other way to describe how her pussy walls contracted on my cock. I kept on pounding insanely until I came, arching my back, and throwing my head back as I shot my load deep inside her.

Brian was hard again by this point.

After a few minutes he and Kelley were going at it on the couch, oblivious to our presence. Kelley's sexy legs were spread wide in the air, bent at the knees. Her beautiful feet were flailing behind Brian's thrusting ass. Their lips were locked in a kiss, and her moans were muffled by his mouth. After a while Peter approached them, his dick at full hardness. 

"Hey, man, what's up?" asked Brian indignantly, as Peter tapped him on the shoulder.

"I gotta get some of that pretty mouth man," Pete replied, not caring about his friend's privacy.

He pulled her mouth to him by tugging at her hair. She grabbed it with her left hand, as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. She shoved part of his cock in her mouth as Brian plowed at her pussy with his own cock. She began to slurp hungrily on Peter's dick, while the other plowed her field, ramming in and out of her horny pussy. Brian was up on his arms pistoning in and out of the girl. His eyes kept moving from her white tits bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts up to her mouth where she was giving Peter head. Finally, Peter pulled his dick out of her mouth.

"Let me fuck her now," he said.

Brian complied, knowing that this was Peter's girlfriend to begin with, so he should have pride of place.

"Get up," Peter ordered her.

Kelley sat up, and watched Peter lie down on his back. She scrambled to get on top of him, straddling him. We watched her small hand lift his huge cock up into the air, pressing her pussy on it. He sunk inside her easily, and they both moaned as his entire penis slid into her pussy. Brian watched as she raised her amazing ass, and dropped it, sliding Peter's cock in and out of her eagerly. Kelley was bent right over, her lips finding my brother's, and they kissed hungrily as she rode him. We couldn't take our eyes off her ass. Brian especially. It was so perfect. We could clearly see the pink lips of her cunt pull outward every time she raised her ass, sliding my brother's cock part way out of it. We could see her asshole, and it glistened in the light, still coated with the cum that Peter had shot near there earlier.

"Wait!" instructed Brian, "Kelley raise your ass up a little."

"Dude," said Peter from beneath her, "No way."

But Brian was determined. He got behind her and ran the head of his cock down between her white ass cheeks, stopping when it reached the entrance to her asshole. Then Brian pushed forward. Her ass, being loosened by Peter's larger cock earlier, opened easily for Brian.

She groaned in pleasure and pain.

"Holy shit," said Peter.

Peter began to hump his hips upwards rapidly, his hard manhood pistoning in and out of her pussy. Brian tried to slide his cock in and out of her tight ass, and he succeeded, albeit much more slowly. 

"Oh, Jesus," she whined, overcome.

Kelley was helpless as my brother gave it to her in one hole and Brian gave it to her in the other. Brian began to fuck her up the ass harder, slapping against her sexy skin. There was a look on their face, a look of complete ecstasy. I was terribly turned on with thoughts of what was being done to her. And then Peter lost it. He grunted, slapping up inside Kelley a few more times. He jammed his cock far inside her and held it there. As Brian continued fucking her up the ass, Peter's dick loosened inside that little cunt. His groans, however, were drowned out by her cries of pleasure.




Cherry Puts on a Show



As Cherry walked down the wooded lane with her 'date' for the evening, she could feel that they were being watched – followed even. But rather than scaring her, it got her excited.

She knew exactly who it was, two of the farmhands who worked on her daddy's estate. She had seen the way they looked at her; she could read in their eyes the things they wanted to do to her. 

At night as she lay in bed with her hand inside her wet panties she imagined their thick black cocks pounding her tight pussy. Even at 18 Cherry realised that she needed to be used like the slut she knew deep down that she was.

She had planned this evening carefully. Made sure they knew where she would be going and gave them a pretty clear idea of what she would be doing. 

Cherry barely knew the guy she was with. She had met him a couple of hours earlier in a bar. He was tall, broad and kind of rough – he would certainly do for her purpose.

They walked a little farther down the track and Cherry stopped. She pushed the guy up against a tree and began kissing him hungrily. He needed no encouragement and soon his rough hands were sliding up her dress, touching her everywhere. Cherry parted her legs a little wider, inviting his hands higher. She felt them caress her through the damp fabric of her panties.

He smiled at her wetness and quickly tugged her panties down her thighs. Eager that the unseen spectators should get a good view, Cherry began unbuttoning her dress and slipped it down over her naked body. Her fingers traced around her hard nipples and cupped her full firm breasts. 

Her date quickly began to remove his clothing, his eyes fixed on cherry as she began to lightly tease her swollen clit with one finger. Watching her fingers slid between her shaven pussy lips he began to stroke his already throbbing cock. His hand moved faster as he watched Cherry slipping first one, then two fingers into her juicy hole.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck your hot little pussy with those fingers" he instructed.

Cherry was happy to oblige, imagining those farmhands watching her, playing with their hard thick shafts as they watched her fuck herself.

"You're a dirty slut with your shaven cunt" he growled "now come over here and suck on my hard cock"

Cherry knelt quickly at his feet and found his shaft pressed quickly between her lips. An experienced cocksucker, she took all of his cock in deep. However, she soon discovered that her skills would not be needed as she felt his hands hold her head tight and began thrusting, fucking her mouth.

Then he snaked one hand down to her aching breasts and began to tease her nipples. Rolling them gently at first, then pulling them and twisting hard. The throbbing this caused only made Cherry suck deeper on his cock. Now both his hands were on her hard nipples, pulling and teasing them hard.

"You like that slut, don't you" he smirked.

Cherry just nodded as his cock thrust again, cramming her mouth full.

He smirked again "so you like it a bit rough do you slut?"

Cherry held his cock and removed it from between her lips and looked up at him.

"Yes I do, I love it. I love being fucked hard and rough, being used like a slut."

At this, he took hold of his cock and said

"Well you better get on your hands and knees then because I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll beg me to stop."

Cherry knelt quickly, her pussy now dripping with excitement. She could feel eyes burning into her naked body from the darkness. She began to imagine their hard shafts were about to ride her hard.

Then she was brought back to reality as he spanked both her ass cheeks hard. Cherry opened her mouth to cry out but it was quickly replaced by a loud groan as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting his cock into her. It wasn't huge but it was thick and Cherry could feel her tight pussy stretching to accommodate his width.

He pumped hard into her, she could feel his cum filled balls slapping against her. Every couple of thrusts he would spank her hard but the throbbing in her ass cheeks just made her hornier.

His hands reached round and began twisting her nipples hard, sending shivers down her body to her hot clit.

"Your cunt is so tight whore" he gasped "I can't hold on much longer. I'm gonna fill your hot teen hole with my cum."

Then suddenly Cherry felt his cock pull out, her eager pussy left empty.

"Don't stop" she begged "keep fucking me, I need it hard."

He didn't speak but then she felt his hand parting her glistening cunt lips and his fingers delving deep in her wet slit. 

He began spreading her juice around, right back to her asshole. His fingers smearing her hot juice all around her tight puckered opening. Before Cherry knew what was happening she felt the head of his cock nudging at her ass. 

Then felt hot pain as he began thrusting inside. She cried out but he just laughed and plunged in further. His rough hands smacked her red cheeks

"Shut up slut, you know you love it. All sluts love being fucked in the ass."

After a short time the pain in her ass began to turn Cherry on more. Her whole body shivering with excitement. She cried out begging him not to stop, to fuck her hard.

But her tight ass was too much for him and he could hold on no longer. With one deep stroke, Cherry felt his cock explode inside her, his hot cum filling her ass. 

He pulled out and shot the rest over her ass. Massaging the globs of white sticky cum into her ass, spanking her hard as he did so.

The sensation of his pulsing cock sent Cherry over the edge. She reached between her legs and began rubbing her swollen aching clit fast. As she felt his hot semen on her skin, she thrust two fingers deep in her sopping cunt and after only a few seconds she collapsed on to the ground, writhing around, moaning loudly. Her cunt pulsating around her probing fingers

She lay there on the ground smiling at him, her fingers still teasing her pussy.

"Man you are one hot fuck. I can't wait to fuck your slutty cunt again." He said whilst slowly getting dressed.

"Are you leaving already?" Cherry was disappointed. She had wanted him to cum in all her holes.

"Have to get back to the wife" he laughed

Cherry got up and slipped her dress back on, leaving her panties where they lay – a present for her audience.

What's your name?" she asked suddenly, realising that this man had violated all of her holes and she didn't even know his first name

"Harley" he replied "I don't need to know yours. I'll just call you slut; it suits you better than any other name could.

As Cherry could feel his cum dripping down between her red ass cheeks she had to admit he had a point.

"Shall I give you my number" she questioned

He shook his head "no need, I know where you live, so I can just drive on by when I need to fuck my teenage whore."

They had reached his truck by now and he opened the door. Turning round before he got in, he slipped his hand between her legs and slid 2 fingers in her aching cunt.

He pulled them out, coated with her cum juice. He took one in his mouth and sucked it before pressing the other between her lips.

"Taste it slut, taste your cunt" her ordered her as Cherry sucked greedily at his finger.

He then got in his truck and sped away. Cherry watched him drive off, her fingers absentmindedly stroking her pussy lips.

She wondered if the farmhands had found her wet panties. Pictures flashed through her mind of them sniffing and sucking her underwear, tasting her cum on their tongues.

She wondered whether to go back to their rooms above the stables and wait for them. But something told her it would be a good idea to give her sore ass and cunt a chance to recover before that happened...