0 comments/ 233319 views/ 12 favorites Play Misty By: MINDGAME I was on my way to slip it deep inside her young, wet, soft pussy. She was asleep. I listen closely to her breathing, making sure she was sound asleep before I touched the softness of her creamy white skin. I touched her gently at first, whispering her name, tying to make sure. I was nerve. All kinds of shit was running through my head. What was I going to say if she woke up? How was I going to explain to her why I was creeping around the room, naked, with a long leaky hard dick? What was I going to say: "Hey little sis, I got you drunk so I could take you in my room, take off that cute little halter-top & mini you had on, spread your beautiful young white thighs, and part that golden little fleece." God! I wanted her so bad. My dick was hard as a rock. It was throbbing; pumping rage red blood to the very top of my pulsating, bat-firm cock. It was firm and rigid, infested with lust and desire, a yearning that was driving me crazy. I couldn't take anymore. She was just that dam young, beautiful, and innocent. Her nineteen years of age may have said young, but her bodily curves said "hot-ass-piece-of-tight-wet -pussy." Not to mention her melon round tits that can only belong to a blond porno Goddess. She knew this day was coming. I mean she had to know. You can't just tease a man like that and expect not to know. Accidents are one thing. But to flash your pussy on purpose, to stick your finger in your wet pussy and say smell this, to give me her wet panties and smile in my face. She had to know. I know she saw the hard-on, one throbbing hard-on after another standing up for her and screaming her name. She saw the pain in my face each time she stuck that pussy-coated finger under my noise. She knew it because she kept me on a steady, once-a-week, wet panty diet. She knew the minute she handed me her damp wet panties, I'd run off like a fiend and masturbate like crazy. She knew it. She had to know, even though she played those innocent little girl games. The little bitch consumed me night and day. All I thought about was fucking her. I'd look at other women and think of her. I lost my girlfriend Lisa because she got disgusted when I asked her to play Misty. I was going completely out of my mind, masturbating day in and day out to thoughts of my little naked sister's pussy. I longed. I hurt. I had to have her. I was crazy and out of control. I was crazy with a need that couldn't be satisfied. The only thing that was going to satisfy me was to slide my long hard, throbbing dick deep into my sister's young, wet, hot pussy. I planned it perfectly. It was her nineteenth birthday. It was a surprise party at my apartment. I had supplied enough alcohol to kill a dinosaur. After 6 hours of feeding her doubles I started clearing out the apartment. The party had started about 9pm that night and by 4am that morning, I had the placed cleared. Misty had met her limit about 2:30. She was soundly passed out across my bed. I had helped her from the living room couch. No doubt she was out. I was all hands and hard dick. I had my hands all over her firm tits and tight young ass. I rubbed my hard dick against her smooth young white thighs. I side her red panties to the side and slipped a finger into her wet, tight, soft pussy. I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I had to control myself and get everybody out of the house before someone caught me playing with my little sister's pussy. It was pure torture from 2:30 to 4. I felt I was losing time - that maybe by the time I got back to her she would be sober. I feared the worst. This was my chance. Everything had worked so well. Now to get this far and blow it scared the living daylights out of me. Yes the longer I took, the more excited I got. I was actually hurting from throbbing so much. I had leaked a wet spot in my pants and had to constantly adjust my dick so no one could see me throbbing. I know I shouldn't have touched her pussy then and there. But I had because I couldn't help myself. I know I should have waited. But I couldn't. Now the price was taking its toll as I coached everyone out the door. The second the last person was out and the locked was clicked into place, there was no doubt in my mind. I was going to fuck my little sister. I think at this point, even if she woke up, I could not stop myself. Not now, not from the way I was feeling. I had no control. What was inside of me was beyond control. It was pure lust and desire. It was a fuck I'd surely go to hell for. Hell or not, I had to have her. I had to have my dick in her. I had to feel it sliding deep into the softness of her young wet pussy. I had to know that feeling that throbbed in my stirred in my balls every time I thought about her or got near her, that feeling that kept driving me and pushing me, the had me plotting and scheming to fuck my very own little hot-ass sister. The few minutes it took to get her out of her clothing, was like holding my breath under water. Every stir she made scared the shit out of me. I half expected her eyes to just pop open any minute as I lifted her here and there to get her naked. But she only stirred a little, gave a slight reaction, and fell back into a sound sleep. Her red panties were the last to be removed. Unfolding before my very eyes was the sweetest, most luscious pussy I had ever seen. Yes I had seen it before; a flash here, a flash there. But to really see it, to be able to look at it and hold it in my vision was pure heaven. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was creamy smooth except for the light, thin path of baby blond silky hairs. It was soft young wet gleaming folds, untouched and unused. I parted her thighs slowly, bracing her smooth young legs over pillows to give me vulnerability to her open and exposed young pussy. I slowly climbed upon the bed, watching her face as I positioned myself between her thighs. I caressed my hard-on, trying to ease some of the pain. I bent my head slowly down, taking the tip of my tongue and traced it slowly over the flesh of her young pussy lips. I was slow and deliberant, taking my time to not disturb her. I slowly caressed myself, pulling on my hardness as I got bolder and bolder. My tongue washed over her pussy again and again, getting lost in the rhythm of cherishing. I found myself lost in a rhythm of masturbation as I begin to earnestly eat her pussy in abandonment, visualizing what it would feel like sliding my dick in and out of her young, wet, tight, hot pussy. I was totally lost in the moments that consumed me and made me totally oblivious to the fact that she had stirred and was moaning slightly in her sleep. I froze, ready to jump up and run. But her response shocked me. "Don't stop," she whispered. "Please don't stop. It was feeling so good." It was at that moment that I realize she wasn't really asleep. She opened her eyes and looked into mine with a smile. "Don't stop," she said again in that little girl voice. "Please don't stop. You don't know how long I've waited for this." My first response was unsure. Her words had to be unreal, sending me into a trance of disbelief. But the more she kept whispering: "eat my pussy," the more caution I throw to the wind. I ate her young, tight, pink wet pussy like there was no tomorrow. I pulled from her cries that had her body trembling in joy. I took her from one screaming orgasm to another, until she could take no more, until she was left wrenched in short, struggling breathes that sang in the aftermath of her glory. Then I slipped my dick in her, deep, hard, and fast. One thrust had me screaming and trembling, pouring a long stream of endless semen into the pocket of her velvet wet folds. But as much release and joy I found in that moment, I was still hard. I was still firm and lusting, flowing into her body with one long, smooth stroke after another, until she recovered from her after effects and begin to thrust her hips up to meet mine. Her arms went around my neck. Her smooth young legs locked around my wait. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, big brother! I've always wanted to feel your big long dick up inside of me, every since I was 13 and accidentally saw you fucking one of young girlfriend. Ever since that day I set out to make you notice me. That's why I was always busting your balls. I just didn't know how to tell you. I guess I just got bolder over the years. I wanted you so damn bad. Can't you feel it, my virginity just for you? I've wanted so long for this moment. Fuck me! Please fuck me! Oh God! It feels so good. So good! So so good! Fuck me! Please fuck me, big brother! Please fuck me." I was lost, soaring high in the feel of her tightness. It was unreal, pure and passionate. Our lips found, engaged, and locked, pulling at each other's breath. Our hands formed and our bodies strained. We both felt the intensity that merged a coming of togetherness. Our eyes held and our bodies trembled. She said my name and I said hers. Then we held on for dear life as we both shared a mind-blowing orgasm. All I had ever felt came rushing out, spilling deeply and overflowing from my sister's tight, sweet, young wet pussy that convulsed around my dick, sucking on it and pulling at my spin. I had never cum like that. I was rendered weak, as if someone had pulled my soul out through the head of my dick. I was totally spent but yet held on to the desire. I rolled off my mother with a kiss and a sigh of satisfaction. I pulled her close and held her. I love it when she plays Misty for me. I can only dream of the day when I really do fuck Misty. It's just a matter of time. But until I do, mom is always willing to play Misty. Play Misty for Me I'd been going out with Cindy a few weeks now and our torrid affair was needing a break. She had been spending too much time at my place. Various projects of my mine had basically been on hold, and I was running out of do-re-me. She flipped when I asked her to stay home a few nights so I could get some work done. I thought that was a little strange. I had been back on track and not seen her for about 2 weeks. I get a phone call, she is practically in tears. I could not understand her. I invited her over for dinner not sure if I was going to get laid or even wanting to start back up the whole thing again. She came to the door and of course was dressed to kill or at least maim. She was wearing a real slinky top with pants that looked like rayon or some synthetic. Her warmth against the fabric was sensuous. We kissed a long hello as she grabbed at my crotch playfully. Although it was tempting, I wasn't sure and pulled her hand back. "Oh daddy don't ya wanna play with your little girl?" she whined. Daddy? I was only eight years older than she was. She started cooing " I'm your nasty little girl, I know you wanna to play." Wow. This was weird. I had never seen her like this. I hoped she was not going Play Misty for Me. "Well let's eat some dinner first, it's almost ready." I answered her ushering her into the dining room. She had brought some wine and I gladly chugged the first glass. I was trying to finish up the dinner, the pasta water was boiling, and she kept after me. She would not keep her hands off of me, not that that was bad in any other circumstance, but I was trying to get the grub together. Finally I said," Why don't you sit down and I'll bring the food over." "Yes, sir." she said demurely. I worked to get everything happening at the same time, turning around with two plates in my hand, there she was sitting at the table. She had taken her top off and was playing with her gorgeous tits. " Like them?" she cocked her head side ways giving me a strange adoring look as she pinched her huge nipples. We ate almost in silence, she with her top off. It was actually entertaining, watching her melons swing over the top of the pasta plate as she ate. When she was done, she went back into the little girl thing again. "I finished my plate, can I have an ice cream cone to lick, a pink cone, I know you have one for me." She got down on her knees walking over to me, placing her head against my crotch, started licking on my Jeans. Wow, she's gone, I thought to myself. She started madly tearing at my belt, furiously, crazy like. I stood her up shaking her as I spoke, "Cindy!" What's UP! You are acting like a crazy woman. Stop it NOW!" She started crying, but sort of laughing and sobbing at the same time. Passively she walked into the bedroom and laid face down on the bed. I went into the kitchen to do the dishes, not hearing anything from her. I was hoping she was asleep. When I walked back into the bedroom, there she was on bed, on her knees with nothing on but her thong, with her ass in the air and her head on the pillow. "I've been bad, haven't I daddy?" she slowly waved her ass at me. "Are you going to punish me?" Man, what is with this dizzy chick, I thought to myself. "I think I need a lick'n or I won't be good ...ever." She peeled off her thong and stuck her ass back up. Her cunt looked like a Georgia peach. I could see that her lips were glistening. I walked over to her playfully slapping one of her ass cheeks. "Oh daddy, that doesn't hurt." I slapped her a little harder and she just laughed. I swung into her ass with my full open hand, holding back a bit. When I hit her round ass, it made a loud smack. She jumped a bit and started waving her butt at me again. "Harder" she murmured, but in a low tone Smack again, and she jumped. "Harder!" she screamed in a full voice that demanded attention. I began to really spank her noticing if I placed my aim at her crack right above her pussy, she almost squealed in glee. This continued until I her sweet ass was covered in a patchwork of scarlet welts.. When I finally stopped she was gasping. I was excited grabbing her slippery cunt, kneading it forcefully. "Finish me, Finish me!" she screamed. reaching around spreading her cheeks with her hands. Her labia was spread wide, all around her was red and pink. I jammed my rocket into her deep and was close to cumming, when she panted, "No I need you in the ass! Fuck me in the ass!" Now this was something no woman had ever allowed me to do, and this one was begging for it. My dick was slippery from her juices; I gave her the tip. She was a little tight, but relaxed as I slid, no fell into her rectum. She was flailing around. I felt like I was stuck in her ass. It was hot and wet and oh so tight. She started to grip me swinging her ass back and forth. " Gimme your load Daddy, I can take it." she screamed out. With that I spewed into her. She must have cum too because she groaned a cried out at the same time. We collapsed to the left, I on top of her my stiff cock still wedged between her cheeks. I rolled around a bit waiting for my dick to soften. She squeezed her anus and out I slid, with a little grunt from her. "I'll be good now." she peeped in that little girl voice before drifting off to sleep. Play Misty For Me I'm a pretty regular guy. Leading a regular life. If ever I win a contest, or a lottery, I'd be the one exclaiming "Wow, I've never won anything like that in my entire life," as the balloons come falling from the ceiling as I accept some oversized check with my name on it. I'm an honest guy, doing an honest living, albeit in a mundane, dead-end kinda job. But hey, when it comes to delivering supplies to the food service industry "just in time", I'm the guy. Ever wonder what the secret ingredients are that make those Hooters wings so good? Of course that's the main reason you go to Hooters, right? I could actually tell you what they are. Your local Hooters depends on the local shmuck like me to make sure it's got what it needs to mix that sauce up so nice and tasty. I like the Hooters folks. Pretty friendly. I could never work there since I don't have the tits for it, I remember when those guys sued the restaurant chain because he thought their hiring practices were discriminatory. I tell you what, if I'm going into a Hooters and one of those jagoffs sauntered up to my table saying, "Hi, I'm Jimmy, I'll be taking care of you guys tonight," I'd be asking for my fuckin' money back! So instead I'm Deliver The Food Supplies Guy. I wheel up boxes of my "I could tell you but I'd have to shoot you" secret Hooters wings ingredients on my Honest Guy dolly and give the back door a little rap. Now what usually happens is some buxom beauty, who for some reason doesn't exactly give me the "May I Take Your Order" smile the customers get, opens up the door with little regard, not unpleasant, but not exactly, you know, friendly, and lets me on in to drop off my "stuff". Today was a little different. When I knocked on this otherwise uneventful Monday night there was no answer. I thought for a minute maybe no one was there. I had lost track since I usually delivered during the day and wasn't sure of the hours. I turned the knob and saw that it was unlocked. I opened up the door and gave a little "Hello?" Under other circumstances "Hello" might have been followed by an "is anybody home?" Somebody was. I heard some breathing and moaning coming from the back of the store. For all I knew, given Honest Guy me also moonlighted as Innocent Guy, someone was struggling trying to move a piece of heavy equipment. So I flung the door open, not in a superhero "I'm here to save the day" way, more like "I need to make my presence known so I can deliver this shit and get on home" kinda way. What I saw shocked my "not exactly a virgin but it's been so long I might as well be" eyes. Two gorgeous, no, drop-dead gorgeous, no, I've died and gone to heaven gorgeous brunettes, no doubt recently clad in their Hooters standard issue orange shorts and white tees, but not anymore, were, well, having their way with one another. They were expertly maneuvering a two-headed, jet black dildo back and forth in a perfect rhythm. If there were ever such a thing as Optimal Use of a Two Headed Dildo Instructional Video (available in DVD), I was watching it right in front of me. They were much too involved to have heard me come in, and as much as I was enjoying their little show, I thought it best to make a graceful exit. I backed up toward the door, but immediately transformed into Not So Graceful Guy as I tripped over a stray box of napkins. Now that they heard. "How long have YOU been here?" demanded one of the drop dead beauties. "I, ermm, just came by for a delivery, and the door was..." "I know you, don't you usually deliver during the day?" I don't know what came over me. Totally out of character (call me Testosterone Suddenly Coursing Through Me Guy), I replied, "yeah, but the fuck shows in the afternoon aren't quite so good." That drew a chuckle from both of them. The other one (I think I heard the first one call her Misty), said, "Yeah, kinda slow on Monday nights, we usually like to spice things up a bit. Sorry you had to see this." "I'm not," I replied, trying to rein in this whole testosterone coursing thing goin' on. "In fact, I think intermission's over and I was wondering when the next act was gonna start." "Better yet," Misty said, "You could join in. This dildo's a lot like fucking Gumby. I know I'd like some of the real thing." "You've actually fucked Gumby?" "You know what she means, darlin'. I'm game, fella. C'mon over." Of course what happens next is what always happens when a guy's three way fantasy is about to come true. Somebody's cell phone rang. It belonged to "Sorry I Didn't Get Your Name" Girl. "Yeah...I'm still at work...His temperature is what? 101?...Shit, all right, yeah, some Tylenol...whaddya mean we don't have any Tylenol, I just picked some up yesterday...you can't find it? Damn it, you...oh, shit...OK, yeah I'm leaving now." She turned to Misty. "It's Travis, his fever's back up again, I gotta go...sorry loverboy", she said to me, "maybe some other time." Somehow I wasn't all that disappointed. She quickly dressed and was outta there in an instant. I half expected Misty to get dressed, too, but after her buddy left, there she stood, naked and as I've died and gone to heaven gorgeous as ever. She had a quick smile and a gleam in her big brown eyes. She walked over to me and whispered in my ear, like anyone else was gonna hear her anyway! "Guess it's just the two of us, loverboy." I took her into my arms and kissed that quick smile. She suppressed a little laugh as our tongues met for the first time. Suddenly I went from not all that disappointed to fuckin' not sorry at all that the would be three way was just me and Misty. She unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants in one motion, thankfully, as my dick was getting harder and harder. I reached down and pulled off my shirt as we laid down together on the "I don't really give a shit how hard and cold it is" floor. Misty was still pretty wet from her Gumbyfuck, so we wasted little time. Besides, the guy delivering Tuesday's chicken could show up at any moment. Misty was on her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder giving me yet another quick smile I was starting to get really used to. She spread her long and slender legs apart and stuck her round tush up in the air. I guided my cock between her luscious pussy lips and was completely inside her at once. I thrusted as hard as I could as Misty rocked back and forth until we found a rhythm. I reached my hand under to massage her clit, and was completely enjoying her soft moans as my in and out, in and out, became faster and faster. "Do you want to come?" she demanded. "Not yet, not quite yet." "Come inside me baby, I'm right there, I'm so close, you turn me on, baby!" "I don't wanna...ohh..." I was always the quick wit when I'm about to come, I muttered some more unintelligible noises as I squirted my hot cum deep inside this beauty. She moaned a bit louder with delight. "Oh yes, baby, you know how to make a girl happy." There was that smile again. I started to laugh as this whole experience was pretty unbelievable. But one I had hoped to have again and again with this lovely lady. "You know," I said. "We never formally met." "Sorry, where are my manners?" she giggled. "I'm Misty, and I'll be taking care of you this evening." "I think you already did."