18 comments/ 95218 views/ 113 favorites Alone with Mom By: romantagirl I finished the last question and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My last final of the semester finished. I didn't even care how I did, I was just so relieved this week of hell was over. All that was left to do was head back to my apartment, grab my heaping laundry hamper and my laptop and head home for the winter break. I opted not to take the three week class term this year, which meant I had six glorious weeks to sit on the couch at home with my mom to do all my laundry and cook all my food. My sister was still in high school but she was taking this winter break to do some Habitat for Humanity work down south to pad her college applications, so she would already be gone when I got home and she wouldn't be back for two weeks. My dad had been sent to India by his company to train people to do his job there and wouldn't be back for three weeks. The house would be nice and quiet with no one there for my mom to wait on except me. I had a strict schedule of sleeping in, playing Fallout 4 and jacking off the entire six weeks. I would likely have to spend a good amount of time on the phone with my girlfriend, Andie, too. I figured I could do that at the same time as most of my other plans though. Andie and I had started living together this year. It just made sense to get an apartment together when we moved out of the dorms. It was awesome at first, we fucked two or three times a day for the first couple weeks. Lately though, we hadn't even seen much of each other. I figured it was mostly because of studying for finals. The drive home was uneventful but cold and I had to pass through a few snow flurries, but nothing that slowed me down. It was about 6 when I pulled into the driveway. I loaded my arms with all my shit, so I didn't have to make another trip out here and then hoisted it through the door. "Mom! I'm home!" I bellowed at the silent house. A couple more seconds passed before I saw my mom padding down the stairs and over to me with a wide grin and her arms out. "Eric!" She folded me up in a firm hug. She even hummed and rocked a bit. I squeezed her back, smiling. My mom and I had always gotten along really well. It was always me and Mom doing our thing while Dad and Elise did their thing. Mom was always more impulsive and sarcastic like me while Dad and Elise were more focused and disciplined. "Jeez Mom," I teased as she broke the hug, "you couldn't even put on a bra for your only son's homecoming?" "Hey! I have been alone in this house for a day and a half now, you are lucky I'm wearing anything at all!" I laughed and followed her into the living room. There was a pile of clothes on the sofa and she started to fold them as we talked. "Here," she said. "I know you expect me to wait on you hand and foot for the next month and a half, but you can at least help me fold." I got up and stood next to her, pulling garments out of the heap and folding them. When we were down to a few towels, she handed me a stack and said, "These go to your sister's room. Just put them on the bed, she can put them away when she gets home. She has a system, she doesn't want me to put her clothes away anymore." "What?" I said, incredulous. "She doesn't want you to put her clothes away? She is that anal?" Mom shrugged and I rolled my eyes as I carried the stack up the stairs. I opened my sister's door and walked in. I put the clothes down on the bed, but looked around curiously before heading out. I was half curious about what my sister was into these days and half tempted to mess with her shit so she had a panic attack when she got home. She had taken her computer with her. Damn, that would have been the perfect way to mess with her. So I idly opened a few drawers. Especially the one that was the panty drawer for every female everywhere. Her bras were all neatly stacked, each cup nestled in the cup of the one behind like they were at Victoria's Secret when I went there to buy Andie's birthday present. So of course I ruffled them up before closing the drawer. The panty drawer did take me by surprise though. One half were cotton panties in bright colors and funny patterns, but the other half was filled with lace and thongs and satin. All the sexy stuff you only wear when someone can see it. Shit, there was even a garter belt and some of those old-fashioned stockings with the seam up the back like Betty Paige or some shit. Shocked, I picked up one of the lacy thongs and saw a roll of condoms and a little vibrating bullet tucked underneath. I just stood there, mouth open and lacy thong still in hand when I heard my mom's voice from the doorway. "What. Are. You. Doing?" She said sharply. I jumped and looked over at her, still in shock. "Do you know what's in this drawer?" I said, trying to shift the attention off my invasion of privacy to what my sister was trying to keep private. "Yes." She crossed the room and pushed the drawer closed in front of me. "I do know what's in there because I went shopping with her and bought these for her." The expression on my face must have been good because she sighed and explained. "Look, for once she came to me for advice on something instead of to her dad, and maybe I went a bit... overboard, but I wanted to be as open as possible so she knew she could always come to me with questions about sex." "You gave your daughter in high school sex advice?" I asked, still trying to picture the scene and failing. Then she smiled, "Oh, Honey. Sex has not changed in the last 20 years. Trust me." "I never went to Dad for sex advice!" She barked a laugh. "For Andie's sake, I certainly hope not! It took me ten years trying to train that man in the sack before I finally gave up! No, if you want sex advice kiddo, you come to me OK?" I had a moment to be repelled by the idea, then, "Wait, what do you mean by 'gave up'? I know you guys still have sex, I hear it like, all the time." She sighed again and plopped onto Elise's bed and folded her legs. "Yes, your father and I do still have sex every week or so. He is always very pleased. But Steve is so...Vanilla. It's not always the most exciting for me. We have another arrangement." Mind. Blown. I didn't even have words formed in my mind, much less have one to say out loud. I did make noises though. After a few croaks and quacks, my mom pulled me down to sit on the edge of the bed. "Obviously I can't say something like that without some follow-up. Do you actually want to hear it?" She looked right at me. I thought for a second and realized I did. There was something so forbidden about your parents' sex life, but I knew I would likely not get another chance to know the details and God help me, I now had a burning curiosity to know. So I nodded. "Well. About seven or eight years ago I was getting very frustrated with your father. Steve is a sweet and attentive lover, but his idea of kinky is when I get on top or suck his dick. That's all the adventure he can handle. But I need more than that. I need different positions or role playing or anal." The thought of a dick in my mom's ass made my stomach clench, but also made my groin stir. What the fuck? "He tried, bless his little heart, but it actually made it worse. Every time he tried something new to make me happy, it would end badly, or he would lose his erection or something. It was forced, and honey, let me tell you, you can't force ANYTHING in the bedroom if you want something to work." She flipped her hand in a final gesture, the expression making it clear that she had thoroughly exhausted that issue. "We really went through a rough patch there. We hardly spoke to each other. He felt inadequate and I felt unfulfilled. It was really bad. Then one day Steve sits me down at the table and presents me with a contract." "A what?" I said. My dad could be a bit stuffy, but this seemed a bit extreme even for him. "Yup. He had drafted an entire set of regulations for an open marriage. He only wanted me, but reserved the option to spend time in bed with someone else if the day ever came, and I was free to explore my own sexuality outside the marriage. " "Wait, what were these rules?" I was still trying to wrap my head around this. "Well, you know, obvious things like always using protection and being safe with our outside partners. But other things like he was not comfortable with my seeking companionship with another man. In his mind it wasn't an affair if it was just sex, but if I dated someone, that would feel like cheating. Anyway, we sat down and talked out every detail. That contract still exists and has been updated and amended over the years, but we still go by it." "So... uh, you just go out to a bar and pick someone up or..." I was getting hung up on a lot of the details. I knew they weren't important, or at least none of my business, but I was just trying to understand. "Oh, lord no!" She even laughed out loud, rocking forward and gripping my arm. "No, by now I have three or four regulars that I see depending on what I want." She could see the question on my face that I couldn't find words to say out loud. She smiled and spared any more struggle and just answered the unasked question. "I have a lot of interests Honey, so when I want someone rough and in charge, I call Alan. Or technically, he calls me because he is the Dom in our relationship, so I have to bend to his will. Then there is Tony. He is actually not much older than you. He wanted an older woman who would be dominant over him, so that is our relationship. And then Paul and Derek I see just for fun from time to time. Paul's dick is enormous! And Derek is busy a lot, but he takes out his stress in some really fun and passionate ways." She kind of trailed off here and a small smirk quirked her lips and she seemed a little far away. My attention was stuck on one thing now, and one thing only. "So... this Tony... uh..." She looked at me, this time waiting for me to speak the question. I decided to just say it. "Is that like a mommy son thing? Do you guys...uh... pretend it's you and me or anything like that?" She stared hard into my eyes for a long and awkward moment. The air seemed heavy and thick all of a sudden. "How would that make you feel if we did?" She finally said. I didn't say anything. I didn't know how I felt. I only knew my whole body was hot and I felt too aware of my skin. Then her eyes moved. They shifted down and my gaze followed hers to the straining front of my jeans. My dick was rock hard and throbbing against its restraints. She looked back up to my eyes as she slowly leaned forward, stretching out her hand toward my crotch. She watched closely for any sign of me saying no, and when she saw none, she kept moving forward. My whole body jerked and I gasped out loud when her fingers made contact with my body. She was leaning forward now and I could see down the front of her sweater to her bare breasts underneath. Somehow I couldn't look away from them as my breathing came harder and deeper as her fingers moved up and down the length of me over my jeans. "Would you like Mommy to fix this Baby?" Her voice had changed. It was now low and throaty. Somehow more mature and authoritative than it had ever been. I could only nod as I drew in another shuddering breath. Her eyes were locked on mine as she slid from the bed to her knees on the floor. "Stand up Eric." She ordered. I did. Why were my legs so shaky? My fingers went to my belt, but they were sort of numb and I fumbled for less than a second before she slapped my hands away sharply. "No. This is a mother's job." She reached forward and deftly unbuckled my belt and jeans and unzipped. I breathed out a ragged half-moan as she reached in and her long fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick. The sensation was so acute, it was almost painful as she stroked up and down slowly. Agonizingly slowly. She smiled approvingly back at me. "Good boy. Your dick is much nicer than your father's." Then she opened her lips wide and my cock disappeared inside. I almost cried when her lips sealed around me and she sucked up the length of me the first time. "It's OK baby," She said up at me. "Mommy will make this all better." Then she slid me back in her mouth, this time all the way. This time a noise did come out of my mouth I had never made in my life, followed by "Oh Fuck!" When she surfaced again, she let a long string of saliva spill over her lips to drip in a long string to slide over the tip of my rigid cock. Using her hand, she spread it all around, making it all slippery and her hand started making a sloppy sound as it stroked my thick cock. I groaned again as she slipped me back into her mouth. She sucked me like I had never been sucked before. She did things with her tongue... I don't even know how to describe it! Then she stood up in front of me. She pulled my shirt off over my head and then pushed me back onto my sister's bed, spilling the laundry all over. I lay on my back looking up at my mother. She kicked my legs apart and stepped between them. Somehow just having her stand there between my legs make my cock throb even harder. Then she crossed her arms and lifted her sweater over her head. And there were her breasts. They here big, but not huge, heavy, but not saggy. I wanted nothing more than to sit up and suck on them right then. My mouth even started watering. But then she spun, unbuttoned her jeans and bent forward to slide them off, showing me her wide round ass and her thick soft thighs. Andie was so lean. She was so young and tight, I didn't realize how inviting a round ass like this could be. When she straightened and turned, I saw my mother naked for the first time standing there in front of me while she looked at my nakedness. She stepped back in order to push my knees back together and pull me slightly toward her so that my ass was barely on the edge of the bed. Then she turned again. Parting her legs, she stepped back until she was straddling me with my dick pointed right up at her smooth pussy. Then she lowered herself onto me. I felt the hot wetness as the tip of my dick touched my mother's pussy. "UUUuhhhh!" I moaned loudly and my head rolled back as I entered my mother's womb again. Twenty one years after I was last in there, although I had no memory of my last encounter, I knew this was much better. Her warm wet folds embraced me and sucked me in as though they knew I belonged there. Belonged to her. She began to bounce slowly up and down on me. "Oh fuck yes!" I said in almost a hissing whisper. "Lesson one, my son." She panted. "Hands." Then she reached back and took mine, placing them on her waist, just at the flare of her hips. "Always have your hands on your woman. Your hands tell her what you want from her and what your mood is. Rough hands tell her you're in charge. Soft roaming hands tell her you want to please her. Firm hands tell her you love and want her." I was panting hard too, watching her big ass slapping down on my big cock again and again. This was bliss. I had never known anything so amazing. Then she stopped. She stood up so I slid out of her, my dick slapping back onto my belly. I was devestated. My mind felt thick and sort of foggy, but I knew I wanted back in that cunt NOW. "Lesson two son. Make HER beg for more dick." She pulled me up and laid herself down on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. "Make me beg for it son." She finally said after I didn't move. I knelt down between her warm soft thighs and opened my mouth. I kissed and licked and sucked on my mother's pussy until she was moaning, her fingers gripped my hair. She gave me a few instructions at first, but I have always been a quick learner. "Yes!" She finally said, "It's time for you to fuck me, son." She crawled back up into the bed and I followed her. I didn't wait or take my time, I just entered her. Pushing in deep as I could with another moan. I fucked her hard as I could and she moaned and screamed in pleasure. I hooked her legs in front of my arms so I could really lean in and fuck faster. Her pitch increased. I was fucking my mother and she was loving it. I was feeling dirty and wrong and it made me even hornier. I leaned forward so I could growl in her ear. "You still want a dick in your ass Mom?" She didn't even respond, she just kicked me off so she could roll over and lift her knee up to her chest. I looked down at my mom's asshole. I let a long string of spit fall onto it from my mouth. I used my dick to stop it from sliding down to the laundry we were fucking on. Then I pushed in. I had never done anal before, but I slid in much easier that I had expected. Clearly my mother was experienced in this. My mom was a whore. This realization made me so horny to fuck her I don't even know what happened. I only know I was slamming my cock into her as hard as I could now. She was screaming into the pillow now. "Yes! Yes! That's my good boy! Fuck Mommy just like that!" Her words spurred me on, but it didn't take long with that kind of stimulation before I could feel myself getting close to blowing my load. "I'm gonna cum, Mom." I panted to her. "No!" She kicked me away again. "I want you to cum on my face. I want to see it." She quickly maneuvered so that her face was right under my cock as I furiously stroked it. I was so close... Then I looked down and saw her looking right up into my eyes, mouth open, waiting for my cum. The image was so fucking wrong I instantly came. My cum rocketed out so hard it went right over her head to hit my sister's dresser. My whole body shuddered and I felt like my brain was exploding. I have never come so hard before or since. I sunk to my knees and laid out flat on the floor, exhausted. Two full weeks alone in the house with this woman... would I even survive? Alone with Mom Ch. 02 Author's note: I wrote the first story as a request from one of my sexting buddies. I am neither a son nor a mother, so I wasn't sure how well it would turn out. This story was not meant to have a second part, but you all gave me such wonderful feedback from the first part, I thought I should give you what you want! Thanks for all the feedback, and keep it coming! I love it:) So here is part two: ****************** I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. I squinted open one eye slowly. The light was shining straight through the blinds directly into my eye. My room was on the other side of the house so I was not used to the morning sun. Sun glaring in my sleepy eyes was a distinctly less appealing wake up call than the day before. I sighed as I remembered the sensation of waking up to a mouth on my cock. I realized I was already hard. I moved my hand under the blanket to jack off, then I remembered I was still alone in the house with Mom. We had spent the last week and a half fucking our brains out. I had never met such a sex hungry woman, and it was my own mom! The weirdness took a couple days to wear off, but now it just felt normal to be in a big house with my mom for days and days on end. I had not left the house once yet. Why would I? Mom cooked all the food I could eat and anytime I got the slightest thought of wanting to fuck, she was right there and more than willing to sate that appetite as well. Just as often as I propositioned her, she would come find me and insist I satisfy her. Thinking about this blissful time made my dick even harder. That and the smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen made me throw the blankets aside and head downstairs. I didn't bother to put on any clothes and my hard cock bounced as I went down the stairs. Turning the corner into the kitchen, I smiled as I saw Mom standing in front of the stove. She wore one of my dad's button up shirts with the sleeves rolled up, but nothing else. I could see the swooping curves of her ass under the hem of the shirt. She was tall for a woman so the shirt didn't completely cover her. I felt my mind thickening with the lust I had come to know so well since the end of my semester. I walked straight over to her, put my hands on her hips to slide up under the shirt a little and pulled her tight against me. My hard-on pressed firmly between us as an unspoken invitation. I closed my mouth on her neck and even bit a little, I had come to learn this was a quick way to make my slutty mom wet. "Mmmmm." She hummed appreciatively as she reached behind my head to grip my hair. "You have to eat something first son, then we can play..." I groaned and flopped down into a chair like a sulky teenager. "No attitude." She said as she passed a plate in front of me. She sat down with her own plate next to me. As I cut into my pancakes, I could see the slopes of her heavy breasts in the unbuttoned V of my dad's shirt. I couldn't look away as I automatically pushed food into my mouth. One hunger was dwarfing the other as all I could think about was burying my face between Mom's tits while I buried something else between her thighs... "Honey..." The sound of her voice snapped my attention back to her face. I paused with a bite of pancake halfway to my open mouth. "Yeah?" I replied. "We need to talk about a few things." She sounded very serious. My heart sank. Had she decided that what we were doing was wrong and we had to stop? Fuck! "Your sister gets home in a couple days. We will have to be much more discreet. I know the little routine we have gotten used to the last couple weeks has been... really nice." Here she smiled widely. Then she reached out and touched my bare knee. My skin tingled at the touch of her fingers. "But..." she continued, the smile fading. "After we enjoy the next few days, I we will have to keep this as a nice memory, OK? Your sister comes home the day after tomorrow and then your father a week later. Elise is only 18. This is too much for her. And your father..." She trailed off with a worried look on her face. I knew she was thinking about the contract. I was pretty sure there was nothing in there about fucking their son in their own bed. "It's OK Mom. I get it." I couldn't hide the fact that I was disappointed. What did I think was going to happen? My sister would get home and I would just continue to sleep in Mom and Dad's bed? Duh! No. She sat back in her chair, looking relieved. "Good. Now that that is clear, I have a surprise for you..." A devilish smirk came to her face now. That mere expression made my dick jump and get hard again. I smiled back, waiting for the explanation. "So, Alan called me this week. He wanted me tonight. Now, that is a tough situation because he is my dom, so I have to come to him when he wants me. I had to tell him that you were home and what we were doing. I had to give a reason to say no." I had a sudden stab of fear at the thought that someone knew what we were doing. Mom saw my anxiety and continued, "Don't worry, he likes the idea. In fact..." she paused for effect she looked excited but also a little apprehensive. "He has instructed me to bring you with me tonight. I don't know what he has planned, but he is a very imaginative man." I was frozen. I didn't know what to think. I didn't even know what this meant. Would he tie me up and ass fuck me or something? I was not cool with that. I could see the ratio of excitement to anxiety shift more toward anxiety in my mom's face. "He is completely straight, Honey. He won't touch you, I promise. The thing is, he is very respectful and we always make sure everyone knows what we are and are not comfortable with before we start playing." I was still dubious. "You have a choice here. You can stay here, you can come and just watch, or you can let Alan bring you into his scene for tonight. Nothing will happen that you are uncomfortable with and we can stop whenever you want. Don't make a decision now, just think about it today, then you can decide later, OK?" I just nodded. She stood and swung into my lap, straddling me, her hands slipping up over my shoulders, up the back of my neck, gripping my hair. This woman was so intoxicating. Her bare pussy pressing against my cock, her hands on my body, her scent filing my head. My hungry need filled me completely. I wrapped my arms powerfully around her and stood up in one powerful motion, carrying her with me. She yelped in delight as she clutched my body to hold on as I walked us forward, my face buried in her neck, kissing, biting, inhaling. She moaned and my body reacted. I had been heading for the living room couch, but made it as far as the stairs before I needed to be inside her. I set her down on the steps where she spread her legs wide for me to enter her. I pushed roughly inside and she grunted. I reached forward and ripped the front of Dad's shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. There was something so satisfying about tearing clothes from a woman's body. I had done it once with my girlfriend Andie, and she had chewed me out for ruining one of her shirts. Mom, on the other hand, cried out in pleasure and leaned back against the stairs. I descended on her body with my mouth and hands while I fucked her hard. Each thrust rocked her body up the stairs. My morning wood never lasted long and I filled Mom with cum after just a minute or two. We stayed there on the stairs, the sweat chilling on our skin. After a few seconds to catch my breath, I went up the stairs to put some clothes on. My sweatpants and t-shirt were in Mom and Dad's room so I went right there to get them off the floor. Before I could put them on though, my phone on the bedside table started ringing. It was Andie. I winced as I noticed there were a few missed calls from this morning. "Hey babe!" I flopped back on the bed as I settled in for a long session of listening to her tall me all about her day before. She filled her time with visiting friends and family and ice skating and shit. I couldn't tell her what I had been up to, so the conversations were a bit one-sided. She was laughing and telling an amusing story about her friend Stacy she hadn't seen in two years. I was listening until I saw Mom standing in the doorway, arms crossed under her breasts and smiling at me. She dropped her arms and stepped into the room slowly. She still wore the torn shirt as she took one step at a time, staring into my eyes with one of her devilish looks. I had to try and keep my breath even as she walked across the room and stood facing me, little smile still on her face. Her hands started to slide oh so slowly up her body. My eyes were locked on them as they passed over her hips and up her belly, her ribs, then gently cupped under each breast, squeezed. I was definitely not listening to Andie's story any more. Mom pinched and pulled her nipples, pushed her breasts together and wiggled them. Oh God... Then she slowly, languorously, turned her back to me. She peeked at me over her shoulder as she let the shirt slide off her shoulders to catch at her elbows for a minute before letting it fall to the floor. She bent at the waist, showing me a nice view of her ass and a hint of her pussy before sloooooowly sliding her hands back up her legs, her torso, her neck as she straightened. Then her hands disappeared in her thick messy hair as she lifted it and sinuously slithered her spine side to side, rolling her hips in the most enticing way. I mumbled an expected response to something Andie said. Then Mom spun to face me and leaned forward until her hands were on the foot of the bed. Her breasts swung underneath her as she lifted one knee to begin crawling, cat style, up the bed. The tips of her nipples just brushed my thighs as she stopped just where my legs met my torso... she leaned forward and planted a kiss just above my navel. Her eyes were locked on mine the whole time. I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't gasp into the phone. I let out a strangled "Yup." To one of Andie's questions. Then my mom slithered down enough to take my erection into her mouth. She didn't use her hands, she just sucked it in. I had to look up and hold the microphone away from my mouth as a little moan/gasp came out of my mouth. I wasn't looking, but I could feel her sucking hard on my dick. Fuck! This was so hot. I was being sucked off by my mother while I was on the phone with my girlfriend. This was so wrong my whole body was vibrating with eroticism and my mind felt like it was going to explode. Then it got worse. Mom let my dick slide out of her mouth and she moved forward to straddle my hips. I wanted to say No, I couldn't take it! Not and still be able to pretend I was talking to Andie. But I couldn't. I wanted my dick in my mom so bad right then... So I let her lower herself onto me. I drew in a shuddering breath as slowly as I could through my open mouth as my cock slid into Mom's slutty cunt. She grabbed my free hand and placed it on her side as she mouthed, "Don't forget lesson one..." She moved on me so slowly. I could feel every motion and muscle clench I could feel my orgasm building slowly all over my body. I could feel the panic underneath. I almost hung up on Andie to deal with the consequences later. Then I came. Holy Shit, did I cum! I couldn't stop the cry that ripped from my throat and a few moans after that as my mom continued to move me mercilessly. "Eric! Eric? Are you OK?! Oh my God! Eric say something!" Andie's nearly hysterical voice floated back into the shattered pieces of my consciousness. "No." I finally said breathlessly, "Babe, I'm fine, I just... Stubbed... my toe really hard..." "Oh, my God Eric, I thought you were dying." She sounded almost on the verge of tears. "No, it's fine, I'm fine. It just really hurt for a second then I dropped the phone so..." Mom slipped off me with a satisfied look on her face and patted my stomach affectionately a couple times before heading to the bathroom for a shower. I finished my conversation with Andie. Giving her plenty of reassurances that I was fine before hanging up with a rushed 'I love you.' Then I chucked the phone down on the bed before rushing to join Mom in the shower. ********** The day passed quickly since I spent almost all of it on the couch playing Fallout 4. As the evening grew nearer, I realized I wasn't nervous anymore. I was having the most incredible fucked up experience of my life. If I didn't exhaust every opportunity, I would regret it for the rest of my life. So bring it on, Alan! I could take whatever kinky scenario you have cooked up! So when I walked into the den where my mom was reading, I asked "So, how does this work, exactly? What do I have to do in this dom relationship thing?" Mom smiled and put down her book. "You don't have to do anything. Alan will have a scenario in mind. He will describe what's going to happen to make sure you are OK with everything. He and I have our boundaries pretty well defined at this point, so he won't be asking me, just you. And if there is anything you don't like, he will change the scene. Simple as that. The idea is for everyone to have fun." I nodded. "OK. When do we leave?" Mom smiled and glanced at the clock. "Well, in about an hour. I should start getting ready actually. Alan is pretty particular about what I wear when I meet him. You can just relax for a bit while I get ready." The next hour passed so slowly. I was so fidgety. I was getting a bit nervous now, but more excited too. When Mom finally came down the stairs she was wearing tall shiny black spikey heels, dark stockings with a seam up the back and a long peacoat. I was dying to see what was under that coat... Her hair was a mass of huge messy waves and her makeup was both subtle and bold. All smoky eyes and popping red lips. We got in the car and she drove me through town and we were there. An average-looking house. The door was answered by an average-looking guy. He was tallish, about my height, Mom was taller than him in her heels. As soon as the door was closed behind us, he greeted Mom with a casual kiss. My stomach clenched in sudden and unexpected jealousy before he turned to me, a hand outstretched. I shook the offered hand and forced down the nerves and jealousy. "Hello Eric. Are you freaking out yet?" His smile was easy and genuine. Something about his calmly confident demeanor both put me at ease, and raised my hackles a bit, as though I should be ready to fight for dominance or something. We all went to sit in the living room. Mom sat next to him on the couch and had to force my eyes away from the casually possessive hand on her knee as I sunk into the armchair. "So." Alan said, looking at me. "This is what I have planned for tonight. Anything you are not comfortable with, just say so. Nothing is set in stone and I want to make sure we all have a great night. This is a unique opportunity and I think we can all enjoy it." I nodded and Alan continued. "So this will be a slave scenario. Your mother is very comfortable with these, we have done them many times before, so don't worry about her, just tell me if you are not willing to do this. What will be involved is I plan to restrain you while I fuck your mother." He looked hard at me, clearly reading my expressions. Then he continued. "Then I will force her to play with you. Of course, if you are actually uncomfortable, we will immediately stop and figure out how to make everyone happy, OK?" I had expected something like this, but now that it was so close, my stomach was clenched tight. I looked at my mom and she was so comfortable and relaxed that if it weren't for that damn hand on her knee, I might even feel an inclination to like this guy. So I nodded. "Sounds good. I guess I won't know if I don't like something until we do it so..." "The safe word in 'Miami.'" Mom said. I nodded again and we all stood up. "Let's get started then." We went down the hall, Mom in the lead until we came to a closed door with a lock. Mom reached to her neck where she was wearing a sort of collar that I hadn't noticed with a key attached. She unhooked the key and unlocked the door with it and we walked inside. Alan flicked on the dim light and I couldn't help but say, "Woah!" The room was filled with all kinds of stuff I could only guess at the uses for. There was a chair with a big hole cut in the bottom with leather restraints on the arms and legs, there was a big wooden X with restraints on it too. There were chains and ropes attached to the ceiling and walls and a sawhorse with a leather pad on top and restraints attached to the floor. There was a bed too, almost like an afterthought in the corner and a huge old fashioned wardrobe type cabinet filled, no doubt, with more kinky paraphernalia. This was a proper sex dungeon you would see in a movie or something. There was a door to the side leading to a nice bathroom. Clearly this was the master suite of the house, devoted to kinky sex. Who was this guy? "Ok Eric." Alan started. "This will be an easy one for you. All you have to do is stand right here." He gestured to a place near the wall. There were chains anchored to the wall with thick leather cuffs dangling at the end. I moved into place and Alan gestured my Mom over. She knelt in front of me and fastened the cuffs on my wrists. Her hands were shaking just a little and I had to quell another clench of nerves. Then she stood, smiled and winked quickly at me and turned back to Alan. He smiled and took her face gently in his hands and kissed her long and deep. The jealous stab sprung back to life, but now there really was nothing I could do about it. Then Alan released my Mother and he spun her around to face me. He was standing behind her and reached his hands around to unbutton the jacket. Then he gripped it at the shoulders and pulled it open and then down her arms where he tossed it aside. My mother was revealed to me as if for the first time. The stockings were attached to a garter belt over a black leather corset that cinched severely at the waist and pushed her breasts into round full globes high on her chest. I had never seen her so made up and slutty looking. Just the sight made me start to get hard and my breath quicken. Then I saw him put his mouth on her bare shoulder and kiss up to her neck where I could see him bite her skin. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back and letting her head roll back. MY rage was instant and irrational. The chains rattled as my hands jerked forward slightly. Alan looked directly into my eyes as he smiled and kept kissing and biting Mom's neck. His hands slid up the corset to where her breasts bulged up and fondled her. The way my emotions of lust, rage, jealously and uncertainty mixed together was a new and erotic cocktail. I could feel my cock bulging in my jeans and my face was shot. Alan's right hand moved farther up to grip Mom's neck firmly and he looked back at me over Mom's shoulder. "So it seems this filthy whore has been fucking her own son." Alan continued to look me right in the eyes and his hand clenched hard on Mom's throat. "Not once.." Alan continued, "But over and over again. This dirty slut fucked her own son without my permission and she liked it." He turned his head back to mom and spoke into her ear, "Now that kind of behavior does not ear a whore a reward, does it?" Mom tried to shake her head and speak, but his hand was too tight around her neck. I could see little ridges of flesh bumped up between his strong fingers. Then he stepped back from Mom and he walked over to the cabinet. He came back to her with a piece of cord. He pulled her arms behind her back and secured them at elbows and at wrists. Her shoulders were forced back, making her breasts strain against their already precarious encasement. He looked again at me as he gripped my mom's hair and forced her to her knees in front of him he turned so they were in profile from my view. He continued to look right at me as he maneuvered my mom by his grip in her hair. Alone with Mom Ch. 02 "It's time for you to suck my cock, whore." He said. My mom leaned forward. She used her teeth to awkwardly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling down until his boxer briefs were the only thing between her face and his obvious erection. She used her mouth on it now, through the cotton of his underwear. "Almost there, Slut." He said. She growled in frustration as she used her teeth to pull his waistband down. It took some tugging and struggling to get it over his cock, but it finally sprung free, bouncing up and hitting her in the face. She opened up and immediately moved to take him in her mouth, but he moved just then. Only barely out of her reach. She extended her tongue and leaned as far forward as she could without falling forward. I felt her frustration as her reaching tongue only got close enough to flick his dick farther away from her open mouth. "You are not doing a very good job, Whore." He said with a tsk of his tongue. Then in one fluid motion he stepped forward and grabbed the back of her head. His dick slid straight to the back of the throat and he pushed her head down firmly so her nose was buried in his stomach. He held her there while she kept still for a few moments then she started to struggle. He held for just one more second before releasing her. I realized I had tugged on my restraints again when my arms hit the end of the leash. Mom was slurping and working his sloppy cock hard. I wanted to be there, to push him aside and stick my own cock in her mouth. She was MY mom! The sexual frustration mixed with physical frustration heightened the eroticism in that moment and I felt thick headed. He let her service his cock for several more minutes, looking at me the whole time, daring me to challenge his authority over this woman. His slave, but my mom. Finally her grabbed her hair again and led her over to the saw horse where she struggled to her feet. He attached her ankles to the floor, spread wide, and rather than untie her arms, he bent her forward and secured her in this position by the collar around her neck. He walked around her, admiring her from every angle. Then his face turned back to me and he crossed the room to stand in front of me. He looked me right in the eyes and smiled. "I'm going to fuck your mom now kid." His smile widened. "How do you feel about that?" My stomach clenched again, but I couldn't say if it was from anger or lust. Alan even chuckled as he turned his back on me and walked back over to my mom. He reached over to the thong she wore and tore it off her as though it were made of tissue paper. He landed a sharp slap on her beautiful ass. My eyes were locked on his fingers as they rubbed up and down her slit. I knew how wet it was in there and my mouth started watering remembering her taste... Then he thrust two fingers inside her and I heard the sloppy sounds as he moved them in and out. He leaned close to her and whispered something in her ear as he continued to thrust with his fingers. Then she nodded and he stood up and positioned himself behind her. He slid easily into her soaking wet pussy and pumped a few slow thrusts before pounding in hard. She was writhing against her bonds and screaming with pleasure now. When he was finished with her pussy, he pulled out and reached over to pick up something from a small table. When he pressed a button it lit up and began vibrating loudly. He inserted into my mother's pussy and then pushed his own cock against her ass. I think I almost came when I saw him enter my mom's asshole. I knew the tight feeling. I could imagine how different it would feel with something vibrating in her pussy at the same time, but what really sent me over the edge was the sound she made when he started fucking her ass. She had never made that sound with me before. She was screaming with ecstasy and thrashing, almost crying. "You aren't going to cum, are you slut?" He said to her as he pounded away. "No Sir!" She sobbed. "You know you have to ask permission..." "Yes sir!" He started pounding harder and her pitch increased. It was not long before she was screaming and begging to be allowed to cum. Again and again she screamed "Please sir! Please let me cum! Please can I cum sir? Please!" The sound of my mom begging to cum was the limit for me. I found myself on my knees. I just simply couldn't stand any more. Finally Alan stopped denying her and told her to cum. It was nearly instantly that she started convulsing and shrieking like I had never heard before. I even saw a gush of wet coming from her. She had never squirted when we were fucking. My cock spasmed again. And I even sobbed a bit. I couldn't help it. My cock ached like nothing I had ever felt before. I had reached my limit but it just kept hammering away. Alan slid out of my mom when she had finished orgasming. He reached forward and untied her arms and then released the restraints on her ankles and neck. As he did he spoke to her, "Your son has had enough slut. You need to go take care of him now. It's time to give him my sloppy seconds" She slid to the floor and crawled on her hands and knees to where I still knelt on the floor. Her makeup was smeared all over her face and she looked tired but still lustful. Her breasts had spilled out of her corset at some point and they swung as she crawled to me. Alan followed her over to me and stood next to her as she unbuckled my jeans. I noticed then that he was still hard. How had he not cum yet? This guy was like a porn star. Alan knelt behind mom as she reached in and pulled out my aching dick. I sobbed again as soon as her fingers touched it. I saw him push into her as she lowered her mouth on me. Was he in her ass or her pussy? She sucked me two, maybe three times before I exploded in her mouth. I had not cum so quickly since my first blowjob in high school. Probably not even then. Alan was pumping my mom as I came in her mouth. He came soon too, pulling out just in time to spray her bare ass with his cum. He reached forward and unbuckled my wrists. My mom and I collapsed on the floor, completely exhausted. When Alan stood up and zipped himself up and walked out the door. I heard the door lock behind him. Mom smiled over at me. "We did good kiddo! He's letting us spend the night in here together as a reward. I'm going to take a shower, Eric. Then take a nap maybe. Then you want to play with some of this stuff?" She was grinning tiredly but widely. All I could do was nod. This was a day I was going to remember for the rest of my life, and it wasn't over yet! Alone with my Friend Tess The bus was just creeping along, it was snowing like crazy and the roads were super slippery. Tess and I were sitting alone, way in the back of the bus, trying to stay warm. There was a heater vent back there, but it didn't help much. All the boys on the trip were sitting a few rows ahead of us, and they were making a lot of noise. Tess looked me and whispered, "Rachel, I'm so glad you're here because those boys are so immature." I smiled with relief and said, "I'm glad you're here too." We were on a field trip with our church youth group. The bus was filled with a bunch of high school aged kids; they were all boys, except for Tess and me. We were the only girls in the bunch. There were only three adults, the church pastor, one of boy's father, and the bus driver. Tess overheard the boys say something on the bus, and she turned and glared at them. She got up from our seat, and walked up the center isle to where they were giggling together. They all immediately got quiet, and then she told them to please act a little more grown up. She didn't get angry, but she just seemed to encourage them to be better, and that impressed me so much. I watched as all the boys all sort of nodded sheepishly, and then she turned around and walked back to our seat. When she slid into the bus seat next to me I whispered, "What did they say?" She calmly told me, "They made a totally childish comment about the way my breasts look." "They did? What did they say?" She sort of rolled her eyes and said, "One of them said, 'That sweater of yours is awful tight for those pointy boobs,' and then the rest of them all snickered." Actually, it I noticed the same thing, because Tess's sweater was really tight, and it actually made her breasts look - well - really pointy. So what those boys said was sort of true. I feel silly saying that, but I thought the same thing when I saw her this morning. Her breasts aren't really big or anything, but they are sort of - well I guess the way to say it is they defy gravity and they jiggle a little bit when she walks. She's 18 years old, just like I am, I think a lot of boys must notice her breasts, I mean; they are really sort of mesmerizing. I asked, "Doesn't it bother you, what those boys said." Tess answered thoughtfully, "I guess it bothers me a little bit. But it's funny because it feels like my breasts are still so new. I mean, they sort of just arrived. You remember what I looked like on this same church trip last winter, back then they were really tiny, so in way, I'm still not used to them." I sat silent, but I really wanted to compliment her, to tell her how pretty I thought she was. She has dark brown hair that she keeps pulled back in a ponytail. And her eyes are really pretty too. She has dark eyelashes and thick beautiful eyebrows. She's a little bit taller than I am, and she has really pretty curvy hips. It's hard to explain, but there is just something really confident about her, and it makes me so envious. It made me feel so bad that the boys would make fun of her for just being pretty. Tess deserves praise, but I don't think those childish boys realize just how beautiful she really is. All of this has been really confusing for me, I feel so sheltered and Tess has been so kind to me. I wish I could tell this story in a way that really lets you know how much I love her. But I worry some of the details are all mixed up, it's just so emotional for me. We had been on this trip for a few weeks now, and the devotional work we were doing was really rewarding. We had been traveling every few days, and for the most part we stayed in churches along the way. All of us would camp out in the basements of these churches, and it's been really fun. There was only one time where we needed to stay in a motel. Tess and I stayed in a tiny room together, and we stayed up late and watched TV. We were both in bed together and we watched this scary movie. I was so terrified, and I sort of clung onto my beautiful friend's arm as she lay there next to me. I feel so silly admitting how scared I was, but Tess was so kind and she would gently pat me on my shoulder and reassure me that it was just a movie. At one point during the bus ride, all the boys started giggling. I hadn't heard what they had said, but I could tell that Tess was annoyed. She grumbled, "What a bunch of children." Tess had to explain what the boys were joking about. She said they were all joking about jacking off. I really didn't know what she was talking about. Tess told me, "They are making childish comments about masturbating." I said, "Really? Is that what they were hinting about?" She softly told me, "Don't worry about them, it's not such a big deal. All those boys are really immature." I looked at her, and I was surprised because she seemed so unfazed by such blasphemous comments by that group of boys. I told her, "Talking like that just seems so - profane. Those boys could get in a lot of trouble from the pastor. It scares me." Tess smiled at me, and then she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I masturbate a lot, and it's nothing to be scared about." I was shocked, and Tess could see by my reaction that what she just whispered was too much for me. She followed up with, "Oh Rachel, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." I said, "You just surprised me, I mean, isn't it a sin to do that?" Tess looked at me solemnly, "Don't worry, it's not a sin." "But, I just feel all jittery just to talk about it." "Please Rachel. You shouldn't feel nervous or bad about this, okay?" I replied nervously, "Well, okay - if you say so." She patted me on the leg in a reassuring way, and I felt really comforted by her simple gesture. I cautiously asked, "Are you serious, I mean you've really - well - you've actually tried it?" "Yes, and it's really nice. I like doing it - I like it a lot." I leaned over and cautiously whispered in Tess's ear, "I feel really embarrassed to admit this, but I wanted to try it, and I sort of started - once - but I was just too scared to do anything." She smiled and said, "That's good. I'm proud of you." "I'm not sure, it really freaked me out." Tess smiled and told me, "Don't worry about this. Let's talk about this later, when we aren't in a bus full of boys, okay?" She was so kind, and she really put my mind at ease. I said, "Okay. That would be nice." Tess was so supportive and calm about it. It was such a relief to know she understood how I felt. Tess knew all about my life at home. I lived in such a strict house, and even thinking about this kind of stuff just felt so sinful. Ever since my mom died, I've had to help my Father take care of my two little brothers. We live on a farm way out away from town, so I don't really mix with other kids much, especially girls. I feel so alone, and at the same time I'm so scared about everything. I'm sheltered from all the things that any normal girl would know about, and I feel so much shame about the simplest stuff. I know Tess from our church and she is really the only girl friend that I have. She's the one person in the world I can confide in about my fears and nervousness. She's been so kind to me, and I really appreciate it. It felt so nice that she wasn't at all scared to talk about something as shameful masturbation. It seemed so strange, because it really freaks me out to even think about it. On the bus, when Tess whispered about masturbation, it forced me to think about the one and only time I tried to, well - when I started to touch myself. I was alone in my bedroom, it was late at night and I put my hands down in-between my legs. This may sound funny, but it really scared me when I started to feel myself get - well - wet like I did. It felt TOO good, and I was really worried, and I just had to stop. But, my fingertip was a little bit wet, and I actually allowed myself to smell it. This may seem funny, but that smell was just TOO much for me. Something about it was really powerful, and it made me feel sort of crazy, and it really scared me. The pastor announced to everyone on the bus that the road was closed ahead and we would need to stop. The bus eventually pulled into a parking lot of a motel along the highway, and by this time it was sort of late at night. The pastor got out while we all waited, and after a few minutes he returned and said it was all arranged. Tess and I needed to get our own room. We were the only two girls in a bus full of boys and the church is super strict about these kinds of things. There are a lot of rules, and the people who are here with us are really conservative and they adhere to rigid church protocol. It would be considered morally wrong to have boys and girls together in the same room without one of the adults there to act as a safeguard against anything that might happen. There was just so much unspoken drama about any kind of temptation, and it made everything seem sort of distasteful between boys and girls. Tess and I waited until all the boys were assigned rooms. It was going to be crowded for them, and the motel needed to make arrangements with cots so they would all have a place to sleep. After the boys all moved off and followed the Pastor down the hall, it was just me and Tess left in the lobby. The man at the desk smiled politely at us and said we were lucky because we would be in the nicest suite in the motel. Then he listed off all kinds of things and he talked so fast I couldn't follow any of it. But I did hear him say we had three hours of free movies. We could watch them using the motels on-screen menu. Tess and I got our keys and walked down a long quiet hallway trying to find our room. Tess explained, "All I want to do is take a long hot shower after being stuck in that freezing bus all day. "Me too," I heartily agreed. I remarked about the last time we stayed in a motel room like this, that I thought it was really fun, Then Tess giggled, "You thought it was fun? Even though we watched that scary movie together?" I said, "I thought I was going to have a heart attack I was so scared." Tess added, "It was scary for me too, but you were so terrified, it made me feel all worried for you." "I know, I never would have been brave enough to watch something like that alone, I only did it because you there with me." Tess reassured me, "But you managed to watch it, just like I did, and we are both still fine!" I thought about how sweet and kind Tess was to me. Tess must have thought I was a totally scaredy-cat when were in bed together and we watching that creepy movie. I was so freaked-out, and I desperately clung onto Tess's arm as she lay there next to me. But Tess was so tender, and it really made me feel nice. It's funny, she has such a strong effect on me, and I just love her so much. When we got into the room, I was really amazed at how fancy it was. It was a lot bigger than the other place we stayed, and there was a huge TV and a giant sized bed. But the room was really cold, and Tess immediately went over and turned on the heat. She said, "I'm gunna crank the heat until this room is roasting!" "Good, I'm still so cold from that freezing bus." I repeated what she had said earlier. Tess went into the bathroom and I heard her exclaim, "Wow, we even have our own bathrobes!" And sure enough, there were two big thick bathrobes hanging in the bathroom. They looked enormous and warm. Tess said she wanted to take a shower first. She pointed to all the things on the bathroom counter and she sort of giggled, "This is so cool, look at everything they have for us." There was shampoo, conditioner, bath oil, moisturizers, and fresh razors that were all lined up next to the sink. She said, "I'm gonna take a really long shower and shave my legs. Oh God, that'll feel SO nice." While Tess was in the shower I thought about how sweet she'd been to me during this trip. She seems so much more grown up than me, I feel like I can be so nervous and awkward at times. But Tess is just so kind to me, and she is so patient, even when I act all fidgety I know this might sound funny, but Tess is so kindhearted and caring whenever she needs to explains something for me. She has this calm voice that just seems to hypnotize me. Here's an example. Earlier in the trip she had to point out to me that the boys were flirting with me. Some of the boys on this church trip were sort of acting really attentive towards me. And they were making silly jokes. I felt so awkward around them, and later when we were alone together Tess told me that they were flirting. I know it must sound dumb that I didn't know what they were doing, but I live such a sheltered life. Tess could have laughed at me, but she didn't. She was SO sweet and kind. She carefully explained what they were hinting at, and it felt so wonderful to have someone so smart take the time to help me understand such normal day-to-day stuff. And just a few weeks ago, after church we sat together and she convinced me to cut my hair short. I had this long blond hair that I always thought was nice, but she thought I would look cute with shorter hair. She carefully explained why she thought I would pretty with shorter hair. And listening to her I was just swept away, there is just something magical about her voice. Later on that same day, I let her cut my hair, and she was totally right. I think I look really cute with my new short pixie haircut, and now I get compliments about it all the time. After what seemed like forever, I heard the shower stop and after a few minutes Tess came out of the bathroom wearing one of the oversized white terri-cloth bathrobes. Her hair was wet and she looked so beautiful. She exclaimed, "Oh my God, that was wonderful! Now it's your turn." When I got into the bathroom it was still warm and steamy. I saw Tess's bra and panties on the floor, and I immediately realized that she wasn't wearing anything under the bathrobe when she spoke to me just seconds ago. I mean, that's normal I guess, but for some reason, it felt funny to me. Seeing Tess, and knowing she was naked under the bathrobe seemed a little bit improper. And I thought about how pretty she looked today, in that tight sweater, and how even with a bra her breasts sort of jiggled when she walked. I felt a little bit worried, was I envious of Tess and how pretty she is? I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. Seeing myself in that misty reflection, I was amazed at how funny I can look. I mean, I always seem to have this frightened deer-in-the-headlights kind of expression. I have sort of big eyes, and I always look sort of scared. Maybe it's just because I'm so shy. But, since my new haircut, I feel a little more content. I have to admit, it's pretty cute. I have this pale red hair, and everybody I meet will comment on how they think it's pretty. When it was long, it seemed sort of stringy, but now that it's short, it just looks prettier. I have Tess to thank for that. Then, I took off my clothes and folded them on the edge of the big counter top, but I was careful not to look at myself in the mirror, it just feels funny to see myself naked. I stepped into the tub and turned on the water. The feeling of the hot water in the shower was heavenly after that icy cold bus. The shower we have at home is so tiny, and we hardly have enough hot water, so it felt luxurious to just let the hot water run over my body. Tess said she had shaved her legs in the shower, and I thought I should do the same thing. I'm sort of funny like that. I respect Tess so much, that I find I'll do whatever she does. She's so calm and confident that I really think it helps me, I mean, whenever I follow her lead, I feel like it makes me a little bit more self-assured. So I stepped out of the shower, found a fresh razor on the sink and took it back in with me. The way the bathtub was set up, it had a little seat, and I sat there in the steamy bathroom, with the shower nozzle pointed at me and the hot water pounding on me and I shaved my legs. I guess I really don't need to shave them, I have such thin wispy hair, but I did it because Tess did it. She seemed so excited about doing it, and it made me feel the same way. After the shower, I took the towel and wiped off the steam on the mirror. I stood alone in the bathroom and looked in the huge mirror. It was a funny feeling to see myself naked and wet. At home, we only have a little mirror in the bathroom, so I've never really seen a full view of myself naked like this in front of a really big mirror. Tess always describes me as petite, and that's a really nice way of saying that I'm small. I actually like it when she says that, but I just don't understand why I was feeling so confused about seeing myself naked in the mirror like this. As looked at my reflection, I was, as always, immediately fixated on my tiny breasts. They are just so small, it's like they aren't there at all. I feel so funny getting all self-conscious like this, it just seems so unfair that Tess has breasts that are normal sized compared to mine. I mean - I'm eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade. Yes, I know, this must sound weird, but I just can't help feeling all obsessive about them. They are VERY small. I mean, they just stopped growing when I was about twelve years old. The fact is that I'm tiny all over, I'm short, and since Tess cut my hair, even that's short too. I turned a little sideways and looked at my reflection. Maybe I exaggerated, I do have breasts, but they are just really small. The weird thing is that I have really pointy nipples, I don't understand it. To make things even more awkward, my nipples always seem so obvious through most of my clothes. It's embarrassing for me, I mean; I simply can't wear tight t-shirts like normal girls. My nipples are just so noticeable - even with a bra. It's something that has been especially troubling on this church outing, I mean, It's just so inappropriate, I just have to dress so carefully because if I don't everyone would notice my nipples, especially those leering boys. I suddenly felt ashamed of myself because I was staring at my own nipples, so right then, I put on that thick bathrobe. It felt warm and luxurious. I wanted to put my underwear and bra back on, but I didn't. The bathrobe was so big and thick that I thought that it was all right to be naked underneath. I mean, Tess wore her bathrobe like that, so I thought maybe it was okay that I did it too. When I got out of the shower I was amazed at how warm the room felt. The heater was still on high and it felt glorious after that frigid bus. Tess was lying on the bed wearing that giant bathrobe. It was funny to know that was naked underneath, but since it was just us in the room, I tried not to worry about it. She was using the clicker and scrolling through a menu on the giant sized TV that was positioned directly across from the bed. She had a bunch of pillows behind her so she was all propped up. Tess said, " You won't believe what they have on their movie list." I asked, "What?" She giggled and said, "They have a list of what they are calling 'adult cinema' and they have a lot to choose from." "What do you mean?" "I mean they have all kinds of porno movies!" I sort of gasped and said, "Oh no, that's terrible." "I don't know, it's really tempting. I mean, we could watch them and nobody will ever know!" I said, "You're kidding aren't you?" "No, I'm serious. I kinda wanna watch one." Her comment seemed to take me by surprise. I mean, we were both committed to doing charity work on this devout church outing, and it just seemed too scandalous to even consider watching movies like that. I said, "But, we can't watch anything like that." Alone with my Friend Tess She was egging me on, "I don't know, maybe we should at least peak at one. I mean, I've never seen anything like this ever, and I'm really curious." I spoke in an uneasy voice, "But I don't think that I'm brave enough to watch them." Tess said, "Well - if it's too creepy or something, all we have to do is just shut it off, okay?" I nervously asked, "Really? Are you serious?" "My parents set up the internet with all kinds of things that block any kind of - well - sexual content, and I've always wondered what this kind of stuff was all about, and we are all alone and nobody will ever know." I immediately said, "Oh Tess, it just wouldn't be right." She replied, "Please, I really think we should check it out. I mean, I'm totally curious, I've never had this chance before - ever." I said, "Well, neither have I." It was a funny feeling to even consider doing something so disgraceful, but I could tell Tess was serious. I like her so much, and I don't want her to think I'm too righteous or anything. I nervously said, "Well, I mean, I guess - maybe - I'm a little bit curious, but something about it makes me feel really nervous." I like Tess so much that maybe I just told her what I thought she wanted to hear. She looked at me and smiled, and in a devious way she said, "Oh God, Rachel, I feel nervous too!" I climbed on the bed, and I felt so awkward because the only thing I was wearing was that big bathrobe. I tried to keep myself totally covered as I sat next to her. The heat was still on, and the room felt wonderfully warm. I sat next to Tess facing the huge TV screen; both of us were propped up on all the pillows on that huge bed. She looked at me and solemnly asked, "Are you sure you're all right?" I said, "I'm not sure. This is really scary for me." She tried to reassure me and said, "I know, it's scary for me too." There was a long video menu with a series of titles and pictures. She scrolled thru with the clicker and they each one seemed so vulgar. All the titles sounded awful, and all the images were of muscle building men with a lot of tattoos, and women with way too much make-up. Tess sounded uneasy, "This is isn't what I expected, I mean, all of this stuff looks sort of gross." I sat silently as Tess scrolled thru the titles. They all looked so creepy to me. But then she spoke, "Maybe that one, it looks different." The very last image at the very bottom of the menu was of two young teenaged girls, and it seemed out of place among those other images. They were smiling at the camera and they both looked perfectly normal. They both wore tank tops and it looked like they were photographed on a nice summer day, it looked like any ordinary picture of two high school friends. There was something sweet about the picture. Right below the pretty image of the two girls was the written words: High Definition Video, One Hour Long. Tess looked at me and asked, "I don't know what to expect, but all those other ones looked gross, should we try this one?" I cautiously said, "Well, maybe." She pressed the clicker and there was a long pause with the screen totally blank. I said, "Maybe it won't work, maybe the motel knows we didn't pay for these movies." Tess replied, "No, they said we got three free hours of movies, so we don't have to worry about anything." Then the huge screen was suddenly filled with the image of a quiet country road. And the title came up and read: HOME ALONE AFTER SCHOOL. After that, along came two young women, well, girls really, riding bikes down the road. There was a long series of shots of them just riding along, and they were pretty and laughing. The background music was just a gentle guitar, and it was really soothing. Tess looked at me and said, "Well, this doesn't seem like what I thought we would see." I agreed, "Yeah, this seems sorta pretty..." I couldn't figure it out, the imagery in this movie was calm and peaceful, and it was really nicely photographed so everything was crisp and clear on the huge TV screen. The two girls had on simple summer clothes, just tank tops and shorts. One girl had short sorta pixie hair, and the other had long straight hair with a pony tail. I asked, "I'm confused, what is this?" Tess answered, "I don't know." I said, "Maybe it got mixed up, maybe this is a little kids movie or something." And we all watched a series of picturesque scenes as the girls rode across a quaint little bridge, through some fields with lots of flowers and eventually up a driveway to a pretty country house. They parked their bikes and went inside the house. I asked, "This is weird, I don't get it." Tess didn't say anything; it was like she didn't hear me. We watched as the two girls went up some stairs and into a bedroom, obviously a little girl's room filled with stuffed animals and big windows, so everything was bright and cheery. They both climbed up onto the big bed together, and began to play with the stuffed animals. They all seemed so content and happy. Neither of them said anything, they would just giggle and smile at each other. Both of the girls were really pretty, and now that they were inside and the camera was closer you could see them better. One of the girls looked just a little bit taller and she had the long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had on a really tight white tank top t-shirt and it really drew attention her breasts. This may sound funny, but she sort of reminded me of Tess. I mean, they are both pretty, and Tess's hair is darker and shorter. But the thing that I noticed was that they both have really similar figures, and I couldn't help but think at how the boys on the bus noticed Tess, and how her breasts looked pointy. The girl in the video had beautiful breasts like that too. The other girl was sort of tiny, she had short blond hair and it looked like the same pixie style haircut that I have. And she had on a tight white tank top too, and her breasts were really small, but you could clearly see the outline of her nipples. I thought to myself, that's exactly what I would look like if I ever wore a t-shirt like that without a bra. After a while one of the girls (the one with short pixie haircut) carefully undid the other girls pony tail. Then she got a comb out of the drawer by the bed, and started to comb the other girls long straight brown hair. The girl getting her hair combed was sitting Indian style on the bed, with her friend behind her, slowly combing in long gentle motions. It was really pleasant to watch, there was something so sweet about it. So, the two girls were just sitting on the bed together, and it seemed like nothing was happening, except for the gentle combing. And it went on like this for a few minutes. I looked at Tess, and I could tell she was transfixed by the peaceful images on the TV screen. I asked, "What is this?" She whispered, "I'm not sure, but it's something about it seems - I don't know - really pretty." She was right, there was something so pleasant about these two girls, it was soothing to watch. Little by little, the girl with the long brown hair was bending her head back as her friend tenderly combed; she was looking up and showing her neck. She had her eyes closed and she seemed to be in a place of deep contentment, and it was really enchanting to see her so relaxed. The combing motions were slow and gentle, it was the way you would stroke a sleeping kitten, and it was so loving and captivating to watch. The little girl with the long brown hair was beginning to react to the gentle combing. She was arching her back a little and responding to each long stroke for the comb. The sound was so quiet on the film, but at one point the taller girl with the long brown hair let out a deep sigh. It was sort of surprising, because it had such a deep feeling of yearning. I kind of flinched at the intensity, and I looked at Tess, lying on the bed right next to me, and she was utterly entranced by the images on the screen. This slow passionate combing went on for a few more minutes, and the little girl with the long brown hair was beginning to quietly moan with each long stroke of the comb. Then, the tiny girl with the short hair set the comb down, and leaned in from behind, and very cautiously kissed her friend on her neck. Suddenly, my heart began to quicken. The camera moved in to a tight close-up of the one girl's lips against the pale skin of the other girl's smooth neck, one kiss after another. The kisses on her neck seemed to make the little girl with the long brown hair breathe a little deeper. And little by little, the kissing moved up the girl's neck, to the side of her face. I reached over and sort of grabbed Tess's arm, the way I did when we watched that scary movie together. And then very slowly, the two girls were kissing - right on each other's mouths. Tess let out a nervous, "Oh my God..." For the next few minutes, it was just a loving close-up as these two girls kissed. Their lips seemed wet and glossy, and you could hear the wet sounds as they gently pressed their mouths together. Both their tongues looked wet and pink, and there was something so magical and tender about what we were seeing. I heard Tess whisper, "Oh no..." And - things began to slowly build in their intensity and passion. I moved a little closer to Tess, and clung to her arm just a bit more desperately. I was overcome with a strong a feeling of apprehension. Tess and I silently watched the big screen as the little girl with the long brown hair let her friend slowly lift her t-shirt off over her head, and her breasts were suddenly exposed for us to see. It was really strange, I mean, she was so pretty, and her breasts were pointy and jiggled as she moved, and her nipples seemed so pale and hard. There was something so perfectly beautiful about what we were seeing, but at the same time I was REALLY scared. I thought to myself that we should shut this off, that we shouldn't watch any more. But I stayed quiet. Both Tess and I watched in silence as the girls on the screen continued to kiss, with mouths open and using their tongues. Then the little girl with the short blond hair, reached around and began to slide her friends shorts down along her long smooth legs, they both acted a little bit nervous as they awkwardly shifted on the bed. Little by little the shorts inched down her legs until her shorts were all the way off, and suddenly the girl with the long brown hair was entirely naked. Tess gasped, "Oh my God!" I was shocked, because Tess and I could see her vagina, and the little girl with the short blond hair immediately leaned over and began to softly to kiss it. The camera was suddenly super close, and on the giant TV screen the image seemed so intense. Tess began to squirm on the bed, and she grabbed the clicker and made the video pause. The frozen image on the screen was of the naked little girl with the short blond hair with her open mouth pressed against the other girl's hairless vagina. Tess said, "I'm sorry, I just had to turn that off. It was kind of intense." I said, "Wow, I didn't expect anything like this." Tess sounded serious as she asked, "Yeah, I'm a little bit weirded-out. Was it too much for you?" I nervously said, "I don't know, it's got me really freaked-out." Tess looked right at me and stated, "I didn't have any idea what to expect. But, I was surprised the way it started, there was something so - well - so gentle about it." I admitted, "I guess so..." Tess and I were both staring at the paused image on the screen. It showed the little girl with the short blond hair with her open mouth pressed against the other girl's silky smooth vagina. I cautiously asked, "Why doesn't she have any - well- any pubic hair?" Tess said, "She must shave it, that's really common with a lot of young women." I said, "It is? Really?" She said, "It's true, a lot of girls will do it." "Why?" Tess giggled, not in a mean way, but more to make me feel at ease. She told me, "I think maybe girls shave their pubic hair because they want to look like porn stars. Or maybe they think boys will like it more." I know I must seem like a clueless little girl, but Tess was so gentle the way she explains things for me. I said, "I feel so dumb, I didn't know that." Then Tess looked over at me and confided, "Don't feel bad. I know this might sound really personal, but - I do it too." I sort of gasped, "What?" "I shave myself, just like the girl in this movie." "Really?" "I started shaving myself a few months ago, and I like it, it feels pretty." "Oh my God, you do? "Yeah, and I did it tonight, in the shower. I used one of the fresh razors, just now in the shower. It was nice because the water was so hot, and there was shaving cream too." "Really, are you kidding me?" "No, it felt nice. It makes me feel - well - really smooth. It's a nice feeling, I like it a lot." I couldn't believe that Tess would do something so - well, so scandalous. It seemed so strange, that someone so devoted and so kind would shave her own pubic hair, and at the same time she could be so peaceful when she talked about it. We were both silent for a little bit, and then Tess asked, "Should we watch a little bit more?" I said, "I don't think so, I don't know if I can handle it." Tess spoke with a sort of caution, "I'm still curious, I mean - maybe - it might be interesting to see what's going to happen." I quietly said, "Well, maybe..." And then Tess looked at me, waiting for some clue for what to do, I didn't say or do anything. After a moment she slowly picked up the clicker and pressed play. Suddenly, the once frozen image of the pretty girl with the long brown hair was squirming on the bed as her friend kissed her softly - directly on her smooth shaven vagina. Just like before, I automatically slid in close and gripped Tess's arm. I felt like a little kid watching a scary movie. It's hard to explain why, but I nervously clung to Tess's arm as we watched the two pretty girls on that huge TV screen in the dark motel room. We watched as the other girl got undressed too. When the girl with the short blond pixie hair pulled her t-shirt off, I was really surprised to see she her tiny breasts, all I could think of was that they looked almost exactly like mine. In one scene, she was lying on her back and it made her look so flat-chested, and her nipples were sort of pointy, just like mine. Then, the other girl pulled her shorts and panties off, but she wasn't shaved like her friend, she had a little bit of pale pubic hair, just like me. We both watched in silence as the camera lingered on the girl with the short blond pixie hair as she was lying there, naked on the bed. Tess sort of whispered to herself, "She's so pretty." It felt nice to hear her say that, because it made me feel a little bit better about the way I look, especially about my tiny breasts. Little by little, they were kissing each other all over each other - naked - as they desperately tried to satisfy each other. Some of the shots were so close I was losing track of who was who. At one point the one girl was on all fours with her face pushed against the bed and her hips were arched upwards, her butt was facing the camera, and the her friend with the sort pixie hair-cut was on her knees, right in close - and then, I couldn't believe it - she started licking her friend's little pink anus! That really freaked me out. Oh my God, this was too much for me, and I started squeezing Tess's arm really tight. She felt my grip tighten and asked, "Should I stop the video?" I replied, "I - I think so." Tess found the clicker and hit pause. The frozen image on the huge screen was a close-up of one of the girl from behind, she was on her knees with her butt facing the camera, and the other girl had her pink tongue pressed against her anus. Her tongue looked glistening and wet. Tess asked, "Are you all right? I kept clinging to her arm and I said, "I'm not sure, I think this is just too intense for me." "I understand, it's really intense for me too." I timidly asked, "Do people really do that? I mean, licking like she's doing." Tess said, "I guess so. It must feel good." "I didn't know..." "She must like it, the way it feels, I mean she sure seems to like it. Maybe because her - her anus is so close to her - her vagina - maybe it must feel all sensitive too." "Maybe." "And the way that cute girl is licking so eagerly, it sure seems like she loves it too." Again, I immediately felt somehow calmed by hearing Tess's voice, and the gentle way she would explain things to me. I whispered, "I guess so." Tess went on, "This is really intense for me to watch too, I feel the same way you do. But - there is something about this movie - I don't know how to say it, but it seems so pretty, even this part, with the girl getting her bum-hole licked like that. I think - maybe - that would feel really nice." It felt so reassuring to hear Tess say that, it made me a little bit less scared. Tess asked, "Is it okay if we watch just a little bit more?" I nervously replied, "I guess so." And then Tess looked at me, and smiled in a way that seemed so encouraging, and then she slowly picked up the clicker and pressed play. Suddenly, the once frozen image came alive, and we both watched a loving close-up of the pretty little girl with the short blond hair licking the other girl's tiny pink anus. Just like before, I slid in close and grabbed Tess's arm, and held it snug. I felt so desperate, and I was so relieved she was here with me. I never would have been able to watch this alone, I would have been too scared. Tess's eyes were totally focused on the big screen at the foot of the bed. She seemed completely absorbed in what she was seeing. The way the girl in the movie was licking, everything looked wet, both her tongue and the small little anus were glistening. And at the same time she was gently rubbing her friend's wet vagina with her finger tips. Tess spoke again, in her comforting tone, "When some girls masturbate, they'll rub their own bum-hole, it can help them have a more intense orgasm." I replied, "Girls really do that?" "It can feel really nice. I mean, when you are on your back, and when you get wet, it drips down and it can make your - your little anus feel really slippery." Hearing Tess sound so sympathetic while she was explaining something so sinful really made me feel so relieved. I mean, she was acting so helpful, and I really appreciated it. This scene with the girl licking her friend's anus lasted a long time, and the camera would cut away to show the girl's face as it was pressed into the bed, and she had her eyes closed and she was moaning while getting her anus licked. Oh God, I was amazed at how watching this made me feel. It was overwhelming. I felt so emotional, and I moved myself in a little closer to Tess, and let my head rest on her shoulder. Tess gently rubbed my hair and whispered, "Don't worry Rachel, it's just a movie." I replied softly, "But it's so intense." "I know, but it feels nice that you're here with me." Hearing her say something so kind was enormously comforting for me. Then the girl on all fours turned around, and gently rolled her friend onto her back. The next thing that happened was she was leaning in and kissing the girl's tiny little breasts. The screen was filled with close-ups of the one girl's wet lips sucking the other girl's nipples. The girl on her back was the one with the cute pixie haircut, the one with the tiny breasts, just like mine. The camera was so close that for the next few minutes the entire screen was filled with just the image of her pointy nipple and the other girls glistening lips and tongue. Alone with my Friend Tess It felt so strange for me watch this, because my nipples are really pointy like that too. As we both watched the TV screen, I felt Tess's arm moving. I looked at her as she slid her hands inside her bathrobe. I was still holding onto her elbow as she reached in under the thick terri-cloth of the robe and cradled her own breasts. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she was holding each of her breasts. Everything was covered up by the bathrobe, but I could see her hands moving rhythmically under the bathrobe. The image on the TV was the close-up of the girl sucking her friend's nipples, and Tess was totally focused on the screen. The way my head was on Tess's shoulder, I could see that she was playing with her own breasts inside the bathrobe in the foreground, and at the same time I could watch the huge image on the screen of the cute girl sucking her friend's nipples. Without moving her eye's from the screen, Tess calmly whispered, "A lot of women say that it feel really nice to have their nipples sucked. They can get really sensitive." I was amazed at how soothing it felt to hear Tess say that aloud. I don't understand why, but it just melts my heart when she explains things to me. Tess went on, "This part is really pretty, I mean, she's kissing in such a gentle way." It helped so much that she could watch the same thing I was watching, something that I thought was scary, and remind me that it was gentle and beautiful. Tess whispered to me, "It's normal for girls to play with their own nipples when they masturbate, when they get excited, it can feel so good." I thought about how pretty Tess looked earlier today in her sweater. Her breasts aren't really that big, but I remember thinking how beautiful they looked, the way they sort of pointed out straight in front of her and bounced when she walked. Then Tess sort of shifted her hands a little bit, and I watched as her bathrobe opened up a little bit. For just a moment, I could see just a quick view of both her breasts, and I could see her fingertips on her own nipples. Then she quickly pulled the bathrobe closed again, so she was totally covered up. Oh my God, I was afraid to move, all I could do was tightly cling to her arm and watch. I was in awe because the view of Tess's breasts looked so lovely. They were bigger than mine, and they seemed so firm and smooth. Her nipples were a beautiful pale pink and they looked really hard. The brief glimpse I got of her fondling them with her fingertips seemed to match the intensity of the girl on the video, right in front of both of us. Then the camera moved back, and it showed both the girls on the bed in a wider shot. The girl on her back, the one getting her nipples sucked, had one hand on her friends head and she was gently stroking her friend's long brown hair, and her other hand was in between her own legs. The camera moved in really close to focus on the girl's fingertips as she touched herself. Everything looked so wet. The girl's fingers were rubbing tight little circles at the top of her vagina. Tess softly spoke, "Look. She's masturbating; this is really good for you to see." She was intent on making sure I understood about how a girl would masturbate, and it meant a lot to me. She had whispered about it on the bus this afternoon, and now she was trying to help me as we watched this video. It did help, because the close-up image on the screen really helped visualize what I should do. She went on, "Look at how she's only touching that one little spot, that's where her clitoris is - that's the spot that's most sensitive." Oh God, just hearing Tess's soft voice I immediately felt at peace and reassured, and the calm way she would explain things to me. She knows I've never masturbated, and it felt so good realize that someone could be so caring and helpful. Tess continued to explain what we were watching, "There is a little bump under her fingertips, it's the most sensitive point, and it gets a little bit firm when you get excited." It was so amazing to watch Tess play with her own nipples, and watch such explicit images on the TV screen at the same time. She seemed perfectly unashamed to play with her breast, and with my head on her shoulder, I was just inches away, watching her. The next image on the screen was an even tighter close-up, and the girl on her back used both hands on her moist vagina, and she gently spread both lips apart using her fingertips. Tess eagerly said, "Look, there it is! See that little bump; it's peeking out of the little folds, that's it - that's her clitoris." Tess grabbed the clicker and paused the image. The TV showed a frozen image of a super close up of the girl's vagina. And sure enough, I could clearly see a tiny plump round shape. It was wet and pink. I had felt this in myself, but I had never seen anything that showed me it so plainly. Tess went on, "That's how you can have an orgasm, by carefully rubbing that little spot." I knew Tess was trying to be kind to me, because of what she said on the bus earlier in the day, about how she would explain about masturbating. I appreciated her being so helpful, but it was still so scary for me. Tess whispered, "I think her clitoris might be small - but - I don't know - I've never seen anyone else's." I was focused on the paused image on the TV. The camera was so close, and the way the girl was using her fingertips to spread both lips apart, her clitoris was so obvious. Tess spoke in an apprehensive way, "Maybe it just looks small because, I don't know, maybe mine is a little bit bigger - I don't know." We both stayed silent for a while, and I thought she wanted me to say something, I wasn't sure. I whispered timidly, "I've felt it, that little bump - when I was alone, but I don't know if mine is small like the one on the TV." And then Tess looked at me and smiled, "So you have touched yourself, I'm proud of you." I didn't say or do anything, but it felt really nice to hear her sound so reassuring, her kindness means so much to me. Then Tess took one her hands out from under her bathrobe and she softly patted me on my arm. It was such a soothing gesture, she was trying to comfort me and it warmed my heart. I watched as she picked up the clicker and pressed play. Then, the once frozen image was in motion again. She immediately put her hand back in under her bathrobe, and I could sense that she was playing with her nipples again. We both watched as the little girl with the pixie hair-cut rubbed urgent little circles against her clitoris. It felt so emotional to see something so intimate on such a huge TV screen. The room was filled with an emotional moaning from the movie. Then I watched as Tess took one her hands out from under her bathrobe where she had been playing with her nipple and she slowly moved it down and reached under her fabric of the robe and cautiously slid it between her legs. Oh my God, Tess was touching herself, with me right next to her. I didn't understand what I was supposed to think, but I stayed still and tried to remain calm. For the next few minutes we watched the TV as the video images cut back and forth showing different camera angles of the two girls on the bed. They would show the girl with the long brown hair sucking the other girl's pointy nipples. And there were close-ups of the girl with the pixie haircut as she sort of whimper with her eyes closed. And then there were really tight close-ups of that same girl as she touched herself with her fingertips. The barrage of images was getting really intense, and I was starting to feel emotional in a way that felt overwhelming. The girl rubbing herself was getting even faster. She moved her legs; she lifted her knees up and spread her feet apart really wide on the bed. The camera moved in close, and you could easily see both her soaking vagina and her little anus, and everything looked so wet. Tess said, "See, can you see how her bum hole gets all wet, the way she's dripping. That's what I meant before." Tess was right, the girl's little anus looked all shiny and wet. It looked almost oily. The girl's hips were starting to move up and down, it was like she was humping her own fingertips. It seemed like everything was building, the girl was sucking her nipples even more passionately, and the girl with the pixie hair was moaning louder - and she was rubbing herself, her clitoris, even faster. Tess turned to me and eagerly whispered, "It's happening, she's going to have an orgasm soon." Oh my God, Tess sounded so excited, but it all seemed so scary to me. I was trying to focus on the movie filling the huge TV screen, but I realized that Tess had moved both her hands under her bathrobe, in between her own legs. I knew Tess was naked under her bathrobe, just like me, and it was really astonishing to realize what she must be doing to herself. Then she lifted her knees a little, and from where I was lying, her bare knee was obscuring just a little bit of the TV image. And then I saw that her hands were moving under her bathrobe. Oh my God, it was so obvious - Tess was playing with herself, she was rubbing her own vagina under her bathrobe, with me lying right up close next to her. And all the while, I was still clinging to her arm like a frightened little girl. Then Tess nervously whispered, "This movie is really amazing." I looked at the TV screen, and the camera was showing the little girl with the pixie hair, it was her face as she was gasping and moaning. I didn't understand what was happening. The video cut to a close-up of her sopping vagina, and her fingers were rubbing in a sort of crazy fury! Everything looked SO wet, and the way her legs were spread, you could even see her anus. Oh God, the camera was really close, and you could see her wet anus moving. It was so intense; it looked like the tiny little hole was going through some sort of spasm. She was sort of screaming at this point. She moved her hand away, and her hips kind of shivered, as she was gasping. She was kind of shuddering for a little while, and her cries were slowly subsiding. Tess turned to me and in a breathy voice she told me, "See. That was an orgasm, that's what it's like." I nervously asked, "It doesn't hurt or anything?" "Oh God, no! It's wonderful, it feels SO good." Right after the girl on her back sort of stopped shivering, the other girl franticly climbed right on top of her. It all built up to a final scene that was - oh my God - amazingly intense. I need to try and explain what they did. The little girl with the short pixie haircut and the tiny breasts was lying on her back, and the other girl, the one with the long brown hair was on her knees, with her smooth shaved vagina positioned right over her friend's mouth! The girl on top was whispering, "Lick me - please - lick me." Then the cute girl with the pixie hair-cut pushed her tongue up and licked her friend's vagina. The emotional intensity of what I was seeing on the TV screen was making me shake. I was getting so freaked out, and I really wanted to shut it off. I looked over at Tess, just to see if I could tell if she was as scared as I was. Tess was frozen in a pose of concentration; she was staring at the screen with huge wide eyes, in a way that seemed almost haunted. But at the same time, I could see that she was steadily rubbing herself under her bathrobe. Tess turned to me and said, "Look, see how she's licking right on her friend's clitoris, that's the most sensitive spot." The girl getting her vagina licked was starting to moan out loud. She began to shiver, and she seemed to be about to explode from the sensations. Oh God, I had never seen anything like this. Tess eagerly whispered, "Now she's going to have an orgasm too." The girl in the movie, the one on her knees, was shivering so intensely that her breasts were jiggling. For some reason, more than anything so far, I thought seeing her breasts shake like that seemed really beautiful. The image switched to tight close-up of her smooth shaved vagina being licked by the girl with the short pixie hair. I looked over and Tess was watching the screen with huge wide-eyes, like she was hypnotized. The close-up imagery seemed to sort of glisten, everything seemed so wet. The tiny girl's pink tongue, her lips, the other girls vaginal lips and the smooth shaved area - it all looked like it was soaked. And the tiny girl's tongue was franticly licking her friend's clitoris, I mean, the camera was SO close and you could see it SO clearly. Tess kind of stammered, "See how - fast she's - she's licking." I didn't answer; I was too freaked-out. Tess sounded so emotional as she whispered, "Oh my God, that must feel SO good." Then, the little girl with the long brown hair was suddenly screaming and trembling. Her breasts were jiggling even faster. Tess gasped, "Oh my God..." Then, the little girl with the long brown hair arched her back, and she stood up high on her knees, and she pushed her quivering pelvis forward, above the girl on the bed, and she began to squirt out a stream of liquid from her vagina - right onto the girl's tiny breasts! The girl looked like she was peeing - and she was squirming in ecstasy. Oh God, I didn't understand what I was seeing. Tess gasped, "Oh fuck!" I was shocked Tess say that word! The stream of liquid just lasted a few short seconds, but the girl on her back got all wet. It spurted out onto her chest, her face and all over the bed. The girl on her knees was sort of shuddering, and she seemed completely overwhelmed. She just stayed there, and gasped, "Oh God - Oh God," over and over. After a little while, the girls eventually hugged and kissed. They both looked so loving and joyous. Then, the TV faded to black and the video ended. The TV automatically turned off and suddenly the room was silent. The only noise was Tess's deep steady breathing. Oh my God, my heart was pounding from what I had just seen. And now that the video was over, I was suddenly able to focus entirely on my beautiful friend Tess. Tess was lying next to me with her bathrobe awkwardly pulled tight over her, so she was mostly covered up. But both her hands were still under the fabric, positioned in between her legs. And even under the thick bathrobe I could see the way her hands were gently moving with a slow and deliberate rhythm. I was still clutching her arm with my head on her shoulder. I had both my hands gripped above her elbow, and I could feel the way her hands were rhythmically moving. I was so confused and overwhelmed by everything in the movie we had just seen, especially the very last scene, where the one girl squirted all over the other girl on the bed. We lay in silence for a long time, and I listened to her deep breathing, and watched the motion of her hands under her bathrobe. Finally, I nervously asked, "What happened in that movie? Did that girl pee all over her friend?" I stayed perfectly still and waited for an answer. I silently watched as Tess gently continued to steadily rub herself, I couldn't see, but it was SO obvious what she was doing under her bathrobe. She was totally still except for her hands, and that rhythmic motion made her breasts jiggle, just a little bit. All I could do was watch in silence. Then Tess sort of blurted out, "That's what happens to me too." I was startled by her intensity, and I asked, "What do you mean?" "That's how it happens for me, when I cum, I squirt like that too." I was confused and all I could say was, "You do?" Tess whispered, "In the movie, the girl wasn't peeing - not really. When she climaxed she - she - ejaculated - and liquid squirted out." She was sort of stammering, and she sounded SO emotional. I nervously asked, "Do all girls do that?" "No - getting really wet when you're excited - that's normal - but - but - some girls will squirt like that when they cum." She sounded really troubled, and it worried me. I said, "Seeing it was - I don't know - it was just SO intense." Tess went on in a shaky voice, "When I cum, I squirt like that - exactly like that - I mean, just like - like the girl in the movie - I can't help it." I was listening very intently. Oh my God, Tess sounded so emotional, and she kept talking, "I think - maybe - it was good for me - to see that girl have an orgasm like that - and see her squirt like that." I whispered, "I really thought - that she was peeing." My beautiful friend was breathing deeply as she timidly spoke, "No, it was her orgasm. And it felt SO wonderful for me to see that - because - I've just been so worried, because I thought there was something wrong with me - and - right now - I'm SO relieved to know someone else does it too." It was really moving to hear Tess sound so grateful. I said, "Oh Tess, I'm happy for you." Tess anxiously whispered, "It felt so good - to see another girl have an orgasm, and squirt like that - the same way I do - and to see everything get all wet - Oh God - it was so beautiful." I whispered, "I think that - maybe - it was good that you watched that movie." Then Tess lifted her knees taller and spread them wide, so her leg was touching mine. I watched as she rubbed herself a little more forcefully. She softly asked, "Rachel, I need to ask. Did you like watching that last part, the way the girl had - her - orgasm - and squirted like she did?" Tess was whispering with a breathy sort of urgency. I replied, "I don't know, watching it was a little bit scary." Tess stammered, "I loved it - Oh God - I loved it - so much." I was shocked to hear Tess sound so excited. There was something so needy in her voice. And then I watched as Tess's hips started to gently move up and down. We were both silent for a long time after that. Tess was obviously masturbating with her fingertips, and I was still nervously holding onto her arm. Everything was quiet except for Tess's deep steady breathing and a wet rubbing sound from under her bathrobe. We were both propped up on all the motel pillows, so it was easy for me to watch. My mind was so mixed up, I mean, the movie was SO intense, and now to be watching my beautiful friend as she unmistakably rubbed herself. Finally, Tess broke the silence and cautiously whispered, "Rachel, I think - that maybe - I need your help." I had never heard her sound so helpless, and it made me feel like I would do anything for her. I told her, "I'll help you, what - what can I do?" Tess sounded so nervous when she asked, "I want to - I need to try to - to cum - like the girl in the movie." I didn't really understand what she meant, but I held her arm tight and whispered, "I'll help you." I was lying on my side, clutching her arm and she looked over at me, beside her on the bed. My head had been on her shoulder, but I sat up, just a little bit, so I could see her face a little better. I'm used to seeing Tess as perfectly confident and brave, but right then she seemed so vulnerable. There was something so needy in her eyes, and it made my heart ache for her. She looked at me with such a desperate yearning. Tess had both her hands in between her legs, and she slowly rolled over towards me. I was lying on my side, with my shoulders propped up on the big pile of pillows. She nuzzled her lips in against my neck; I felt her kissing me and felt so loving. I was electrified at how it made me feel. Then she impatiently burrowed her face down into my bathrobe, and before I knew what was happening, she was sucking one of my nipples. I was shocked that Tess would do something so bold. But I didn't move, I stayed perfectly still and let her do what she needed to do. She reached up and feverishly pulled open my bathrobe, and she sucked hard and eagerly - Oh God, I was completely thunderstruck. It was so urgent and primal. Instantly - I was awash in an overpowering sexual excitement - Oh my God, I was so turned-on - I had NEVER felt anything like it before. It was like I was falling into some sort of magical abyss. I felt beautiful and obscene - I felt like an angel and a pervert - all at the same time. I let her suck, I love the feeling, I desperately loved it. Alone with my Friend Tess I moaned out a passionate whisper, "Tess - oh God Tess." She was drooling and sloppy. I could look down to see my breasts getting wet and slippery. It was so beautiful. At first I was on my side, but little by little I rolled onto my back, just like the girl in the movie. I couldn't help any of this - it just felt too wonderful. She seemed to be losing all control. I could watch her hips kind of humping, and she was sucking my erect nipples so hard, and so loud. I nervously stammered, "Tess - Oh God Tess - this feels SO good..." It felt so - oh my God - it felt SO wonderful. I reached around and gently held Tess's head in my hands. Her eyes were closed, like she was in some passionate trance. I tenderly stroked her long brown hair. She was sucking with such a frenzied passion, that it made me feel absolutely joyous. As she sucked, she franticly squirmed her way out of her bathrobe and pushed it off the bed. Right then, my beautiful friend was totally naked. She continued to urgently suck my nipples and at the same time she reached around behind my shoulders and she pulled at my bathrobe. I had to move my arms and sit up a little in order to help her get it all the way off, and in just a few seconds - I was naked too. I felt a sudden rush of excitement, everything felt so perfectly beautiful. I'm not sure how it happened, but the next thing I remember she was straddling me. She was sitting up, on her knees, with her legs spread, right over my face. Oh my God, it was like looking at an angel. I was instantly aware that she shave her pubic hair, she just looked so silky smooth. She moved herself taller on her knees and slightly arched her back; she was showing me her vagina, she wanted me to see. I was so bewildered; she looked so heavenly, her firm breasts, her adorable tummy, her smooth wet vagina. She impatiently whispered, "Rachel - Oh God - please, help me." Tess spread her knees wider and inched her hips toward my face - she wanted - she desperately NEEDED me to see her open wet vagina. I could FEEL the overwhelming joy in her - she was radiating a kind of exhilaration that seemed irresistible. She was breathing hard, in an anxious way. It was so intense, but at the same time I felt this overwhelming love for my adorable friend. In a quiet voice, she begged, "Please - look at me." She looked so strong and so beautiful. And it was obvious that she absolutely LOVED that I was looking at her wet vagina. Looking up at the rest of her body was amazing, her breasts would jiggle as she moved and her nipples were wonderfully hard. I could tell she wanted - she NEEDED - me to look at her. The way she was sitting, her knees were on the blanket and her legs were wide, and she urging me to look up at her wet vagina. She reached down with both hands and I watched as she spread the thick pink lips of her vagina, just like the girl in the movie did. She wanted me to watch, and I looked up at her and I could see a slippery pink bump, it looked plump and glossy. She whispered, "Can you - see my - clitoris?" It was so beautiful, and it seemed a lot bigger than what I had just seen on TV, I mean, it sort of poked out really far in a way that was different than either of the girls in the movie. Tess was breathing deep and fast. She was unimaginably lovely, and looking up at her I was utterly captivated by the delicate grace of fingertips as the held her wet vaginal lips out wide, showing me her clitoris. And she stared down at me with an expression of such deep longing that it made my heart ache. She asked again, "Rachel, can you it? My clitoris?" I looked up and said, "I see it. It's beautiful." Oh my God - the smell was absolutely magical. I was amazed at how thrilling our pose was for me. It was like a drug that went right to my soul. I was flat on my back, with my best friend kneeling above me. She squatted a little lower until her beautiful wet vagina was just a little bit above my mouth. She looked at me and stammered, "I - I need to - cum like - like the girl in the movie..." I couldn't help myself; I inched my lips upward and gently kissed her glistening vagina. Tess responded with a sharp little whimpering noise. She begged, "Please - That feels SO good." There was a shaky intensity in her response. She looked down at my face between her legs. I pressed my mouth firmly in between her legs and I wrapped my lips over her entire vagina. It felt so wet and delicious. Tess was unbelievably wet, and I could feel it coating my lips and cheeks, it seems so slippery and thick. The taste was warm and delicious, but it was the smell that was making me feel all crazy. I was simply abandoning myself. I started to suck her big firm clitoris, and right then I could feel her whole body responds to the pressure from my lips and tongue. Oh my God, I was licking and sucking with such loving passion. Then she leaned over a little more to watch me. I tried to look up from between her legs and I could see her big eyes, she was staring at me with such intensity. This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn't believe how excited it made her. I could feel my face getting wet as I moved my tongue as fast as I could, just like the girl in the movie. Then I moved my tongue up to her hard clitoris and I could see she was watching me - her beautiful face was radiant. I could feel how deliciously smooth her skin felt with my wet lips. She told me she had shaved her pubic hair in the hot shower, just a little while ago, and the sensation against my mouth felt so slippery and clean. Tess reached above me and held onto the headboard of the bed. She watched as my I tried to lick her vagina a little faster. Her whole body seemed to respond. The way she was leaning forward, her breasts hung down above me, and as she got more excited, her breasts would jiggle as she moved. Watching her like this was glorious. She panted, "Is it - okay - that - I get so wet - like this..." I pulled my mouth away just long enough to say, "Oh God Tess, this is delicious." Tess began whimpering, and it just made me crazy with desire. She started whining in a frantic rhythm, and it almost sounded just like she was crying. She sounded so desperate, and it made me worried I was hurting her. I stopped licking and asked, "Tess, are you all right?" She replied, "I can't help it. I'm sorry. Please - don't stop." I put my mouth against her, and continued sucking on her clitoris, and I just KNEW what was going to happen she was going to cum, just like the girls in the movie. She literally started to shudder and then she started to moan - and then I felt her whole body was vibrating. I carefully repositioned how I had my mouth over her vagina. My lips were cupped over her plump clitoris, and I sucked the protruding shape the same way a baby would suck on a nipple. And all the while, I was licking with my tongue. Oh my God, her clitoris seemed so big in my mouth, it felt firm and slippery. She responded to this by gasping, "Rachel - Oh God - Rachel!" Then it happened, her hips started shivering. She made a desperate little crying noise, and my mouth was suddenly filling with hot liquid. At first I thought she was peeing, and I pulled my face away and watched as she squirted a beautiful stream all over my neck. I responded with an electric passion, I pushed my mouth back in, and let the wetness splash all over my lips, chin and chest. All the while, Tess was fervently shivering above me on her knees. The warm liquid ran off my face, and dribbled down onto the bed. I watched as a powerful stream squirted out of her sopping lips as she convulsed in a powerful orgasm. She was breathing hard, and she rose up tall onto her knees. I looked down at myself, and my chest was soaking, and my nipples looked SO hard. I was looking up at her, and she was looking down at me. She stammered, "Oh fuck - Rachel - that was - SO amazing." Before I knew what was happening, Tess was squirming her way down on the bed. I watched as she eagerly spread my legs apart and then she pushed my knees up towards my chest. When she did this, it made my hips sort of arch up, so my vagina was facing upwards, and Tess was staring at me, right between my legs. I could see her eyes were focused entirely on my vagina. She whispered, "Oh God, Rachel, you are so beautiful." Then she pushed my knees even tighter against my chest, and I could feel them pressing against my shoulders. This forced my hips to arch up even more. She sounded breathless when she said, "Rachel, please, hold your legs like this - please." And I grabbed both my shins and held my legs tight against my body, keeping them spread wide. I was afraid to move. Part of me wanted desperately to hug my beautiful friend - but instead, I just let Tess look at me. It felt so sinful, but I desperately WANTED Tess to look at me. I felt so BOLD and excited - and my pose allowed Tess to see me. I tried to arch my back and pushed my hips a little bit forward to let her get a better look between my legs. Tess had this haunted expression, and it was so obvious she was staring at my vagina. It felt so good and I whispered, "I feel SO pretty..." In a serious tone she said, "Rachel, please, I want to help you, I really need you to cum." I couldn't respond, all I could do was grip my shins with my hands and spread my legs a little bit wider. She went on, "Please, tell me exactly what feels best." "I will..." Then, she looked at me and whispered, "Oh Rachel, I love you..." Then she leaned forward and gently kissed me, right on my vagina. I thought I might scream, the sensation was so intense. She was enormously gentle, and the way I was all propped up on the pillows I could watch everything she was doing. I reflexively spread my legs even wider and held my knees tight against my own shoulders, and I arched my pelvis up towards her face. I stammered, "Tess - Oh God - Tess..." My voice was so desperate; Tess looked up at me, and tenderly licked with her warm pink tongue. I blurted out, "Oh God - Tess - I love you." I was shocked at the intensity of my response, but it was so true. Tess pressed her mouth even more firmly in between my legs. I watched as she wrapped her lips over my vagina. I whispered, "Oh God - Tess - This feel SO amazing." She slowly started to build the intensity, and what was just gentle licking turned to get more and more intense. She was simply abandoning herself. I could feel her as she started to suck my small clitoris, and right then all the sensations seemed to magnify. Oh my God, she was licking me with such passion. Suddenly, her tongue moved down a little, and I could feel her tongue INSIDE me! I craned my neck forward to try and watch. "Tess - don't stop - Oh God - oh God..." I watched as she tried to push her tongue as deep as she could, up into my vagina. Her whole body seemed to twist and thrust to get her tongue even deeper. I was swallowed up in an overwhelming ecstasy, and I had no idea I could ever feel this way. This went on for a few minutes, and I couldn't believe how excited it made me. Then she sat up a little and looked at me. I could see her beautiful face was sopping and glistening, from me, from my wetness. She looked at me and panted, "Oh God Rachel, you taste so good." With that she put her mouth back between my legs, and sucked and licked even harder. Her hands moved under my bottom, and she started squeezing both cheeks, they were wet and slippery. Until I felt the way her hands slipped under my bottom, I didn't realize how WET I was getting. I was suddenly breathing harder and Tess was making loud sloppy sucking noises. My pelvis started slowly pumping up against her mouth, I couldn't help it. Then I felt tongue slip down lower, and I felt it in between my butt checks. I gasped, "Oh God - Oh God!" Then I felt her tongue touch my little bum hole. I instinctively reacted, "YES!" Then she started licking my little bum hole, and it felt wet and forbidden. I whimpered, "Yes - YES!" Oh my God - My beautiful friend was licking my wet anus and rubbing my clitoris with her fingers at the same time. I wanted to sit up and try to see, but all I could do was hold my knees tighter against my shoulders, and arch my hips up towards her face, so it was even easier for her to press her tongue against my anus. I gasped, "Tess - This feels - SO good - I think - I'm - I'm going to cum..." I was straining as I held my knees, trying to pull them even wider, and I literally started to shudder and then I started to moan - and then I felt like my whole body was vibrating. Then, between gasps, I kind of blurted out, "Tess - I love you - I love you!" Tess started to lick my anus even harder and faster than I could have ever imagined. And her fingertips made fast little circles around my slippery clitoris. She was sending me farther than I could have ever imagined. Then IT happened. I squealed, "Tess, yes - Oh Fuck - yes - YES!" The sensitivity of my clitoris had just multiplied, and her tongue against my anus felt like electricity. It's hard to describe the feelings; I was flooded with an intense rush. I'm not totally sure what I did, but I hope nobody heard me, because I screamed and I know it was loud. I felt like my whole body, my whole soul - everything, just released in some giant explosion. It lasted for what seemed an eternity. Tess continued to lick me, really hard, as I convulsed in a heavenly climax. "Oh God- Oh God..." I stammered. Then, as it subsided, Tess looked up at me and said, "Rachel - it happened." Her face was literally dripping and she looked absolutely like an angel. I was so overcome with emotion, my first orgasm, all I could say was, "Tess - I love you." Then, she was on top of me, kissing me with her sopping wet mouth; I was tasting my own vagina - on Tess's beautiful lips. She wrapped her arms around my body, holding me tight. I was swallowed up in such a profound feeling of love, oh my God, it felt so magical. She was right on top of me, and my chest was still wet from when Tess squirted all over me, and the feeling of our breasts were pressing together felt so slippery and sensual. Tess softly whispered in my ear, "Rachel, I love what we just did, it was so beautiful, all of it." I thought I might cry I was so overwhelmed, and I replied, "I didn't know - that anything could - could feel so good." Then Tess asked, "Did it feel good, when I licked you like I did?" "Oh my God, yes - I loved it!" And then she nervously asked, "Even when - I licked - your - your anus?" "Yes, that felt really good, I liked it - a lot." Then Tess giggled, and I immediately asked, "What is it? Why are you laughing?" Tess looked at me and smiled, "I'm glad it felt good, because I really needed to - lick it like I did." "You did?" "I had to, your little bum hole is just - I don't know how to say it - it's just so cute." I sheepishly asked, "Really? It is?" Then she sat up on all fours, and looked down at me. She was so beautiful, and I was instantly fixated on her exquisite breasts, and they looked so firm and wet. She looked down at me, "Rachel, your anus is tiny and pink, and it looked SO wet - it's lovely, and I just couldn't help myself - I had to kiss it like I did." I was transfixed by the perfection of her breasts. I cautiously whispered, "Tess, can I ask you something?" "Anything." I wanted to answer her, but I was just too fixated by her breasts, and she obviously knew I was staring at them. I didn't say anything; I just stared at her hard wet nipples. The way she was leaning forward, her breasts hung down above me, and they looked so beautiful. Right then, it felt like she was reading my mind. She smiled softly and crawled up so her breasts were directly above my face, and they would jiggle as she moved. Looking up at her like this was glorious. "Rachel, right now - Oh God - I feel so full of love..." I carefully inched my open mouth up to her hard nipple. I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and my wet lips met her soft breast met, and immediately I started sucking. I couldn't stop, it felt so good. Instantly - I was awash in a feeling of love, it was overpowering and urgent - Oh my God, the sensation of her plump nipple in my mouth was amazing. I was still so intensely turned-on by what was happening. Tess moaned out a passionate whisper, "Rachel - oh God Rachel." My beautiful friend was letting me suck her nipples, and I loved it - I desperately loved it. Alone With My Perversions My brother seemed to be the hottest thing at school. He always had a date, and every girl I knew wanted to get to know him. The first time I caught him with a girl, I was pissed. I threw her out and threatened to tell mom. The second time, I was too embarrassed to do anything. The third, fourth, fifth times, I just couldn't continue to care. Occasionally, he would come home and go straight to his room, drunk. I only knew about his exploits because I'd hear him talking to his friends on the phone the next morning after mom had gone to work. I had never been drunk, but not because of some strong moral standard or creepy hang up. It was just that I hadn't sought out or been given the chance. One night, however, he came home with a new girl and the two of them went straight to his room, reeking of alcohol as they passed me. Mom had gone away for the weekend for a convention and he knew that I wouldn't say anything. I was watching TV while I listened to the banging and creaking from his bedroom upstairs for about half an hour. I started thinking about sex, though I had to block out ideas of my brother and whatever creepy chick was upstairs with him. Soon, my pants were unzipped and I was playing with my clit. I was twirling it, but only occasionally and not very enthusiastically as I contemplated the trip to my bedroom and the silicon dildo hidden in my sock drawer when I heard the girl leave. She started up her car, but then walked back into the house. I quickly pulled my shirt over my crotch just before she came down into the room where I was watching TV and put a bag on the bookshelf near the stairs, telling me to make sure my brother got it, and walked out. Curious, I zipped up my pants and walked over to inspect the contents of the bag. There was a bottle of strawberry wine in it, unopened. I was a bit surprised to find myself wanting so badly to know what it was like to get drunk. After thinking it over a little while, I figured that my brother wouldn't miss it if I sneaked the empty bottle into his room after I drank it, so I did. It tasted like hell, but I drank about a quarter of it. The sensation wasn't what I expected, but was definitely pleasant. So, pleasantly drunk, I decided to go to bed with my dildo to keep me company, but was lucid enough to remember that I needed to put the remainder of the bottle in my brother's room. I walked upstairs and quietly slid the door to his room open. I peeked in and saw him lying naked on top of his covers with his cock and balls facing toward me, illuminated by the light from the hallway. I tried not to look as I slid in and dropped the bottle at the foot of his bed. As I was leaving, watching to make sure he didn't see me, I noticed a glistening at the tip of his dick. Though it disturbed me deeply, I couldn't look away. I felt my pussy twitch and a warmth filled my crotch as I imagined that girl bouncing up and down on top of him. I stared longer than I should have and was able to discern head, shaft, balls, and wiry pubic hair. Mixed in amongst it all was a glistening liquid that seemed to slowly flow from the slit at the end of his dick. The picture of a well-lubricated woman sliding up and down my brother’s shaft and him shooting a load into her permeated my mind. In my clouded, miscreant thought processes, I failed to see his vacuum cleaner on the floor and tripped over it, falling onto the edge of his bed, quite forcefully knocking one of his legs to the floor, then catching myself on the bedpost. He didn't even sigh. But now his dick had flipped up onto his pubic hair and I could see that it seemed to be growing. This made the slit in the head of his cock more visible, as well as the thick white substance that I could only guess to be semen flowing slowly from it. My pussy was now drenched. I watched the globulous white fluid dribble slowly from his cock until it seemed to be empty. I wondered if I might just be able to touch the naked extremity that so blatantly exposed itself to me. I reached out the clumsy index finger of my left hand and rubbed it against the large, purple head. He didn't move. I moved my finger slowly down to his shaft. Not even a flinch. I slid my finger into the slippery fluid that was everywhere and then spread it around the underside of the head. This time, the head became slightly larger with my touch and so did the shaft, stretching the wrinkled skin tighter. The sight of his cock growing rigid with my careful touch made my pussy throb and tingle. Unfortunately, the sudden realization of what I was doing to my brother sliced through the intoxicated fog in my brain, and my pussy was just as suddenly frigid again. However, my physical reaction gave me a renewed confidence in the fact that I was just exploring out of curiosity so I continued, encircling his shaft with two fingers and my thumb. A gentle squeeze was met immediately with a surging expansion of his cock. I wanted to feel his shaft sliding under my grip, so I slid my hand slowly up, up to the base of the head, then found that his cock reacted almost violently as my hand passed up over the ridge of the head. In one fluid motion I pulled my fist up over the tip and then back down to the base. The fog of lust controlling my brain must have found it's way back in because my judgement lapsed and my right hand felt the need to be on my pussy, massaging my clit. I started working on the zipper and snap of my jeans. By the time I could get my hand into my panties, my pussy was fully soaked again and my two-fingered attempt at probing my cunt was well under way. My pants fell down around my ankles as I attempted to rest my ass against the bedpost. I was stroking my clit in rhythm with the up and down motion of my fist on my brother’s shaft while he lie motionless, asleep. Soon, I was fully masturbating and jerking my brother off in unison. As I was nearing orgasm, the deep and utter sense of guilt returned and overwhelmed me. I was molesting my brother. All of the horrible things I had heard about incest suddenly came to the forefront of my thoughts about what I was doing. I was sexually molesting my brother. I *had* sexually molested my brother and there was no going back. I would never be redeemed. I stopped. I withdrew my fist. I stood back. What was I doing? Just then he moved. He pushed himself up on his arms and slid his other leg around off of the bed. He turned and looked at me. "Sarah?" he queried. "What are you doing?" My name's not Sarah. "Are you leaving? Please stay...I need you. Just one more, baby." He moved over on the bed and sat up staring at me. His eyes seemed disturbed by the light shining from behind me. I didn't move. He stood up and walked to his door, reaching out and flipping off the hallway light and closed the door behind him. "My prudish sister is still awake" he said when he heard the TV downstairs. He stepped toward me, pushing me down onto the bed in the total darkness, closing the door behind us. My fate was sealed. He'd discover it wasn't Sarah in his bedroom, realize it was I molesting him, go crazy and I'd be marked as a sex offender for life. I was frozen. He climbed onto the bed and touched me, feeling my breasts through my shirt then slid his hand down to my crotch, finding my wide-open pussy. His touch sent a shock wave through me. "Damn, girl, you were in a hurry weren't you? I don't even remember fucking! Well, let's get these off you." I dared not fight his advances for fear it would spark a two way conversation. He pulled my legs onto the bed and removed my shoes and pants, then moved up to my shirt, pulling it over my head and shoulders. I was now naked in my little brother's bed while he rubbed his rock-hard cock on my thigh and sucked on my nipples. His hand was on my pussy shortly thereafter and he moaned with a slurred and drunken, yet seductive giggle, "do you think you can handle another orgasm?" With that, he moved down and I felt his tongue clumsily land on my clit as he spread my labia with his fingers. Another shockwave forced its way through my body. It was the first time I'd been touched there in a sexual way by anything but my own fingertips or something made of cheap, vibrating plastic. I could feel his cock grinding on my leg as it was clamped tightly by his stroking fist between us. I wanted so badly to excuse myself but couldn't say a word for fear of his finding me out. In my drunken haze, his mouth started to feel good. My pussy began to warm and pulse again. I couldn't find any other way out so reluctantly and to my own surprise, began to go with it. Soon my pussy was tingling and he was tonguing it deeply. Thrust after thrust my orgasm built around my little brother's well-trained mouth and my gyrating hips seemed to have a mind of their own. I could feel myself about to burst and another flick of his tongue to my clit would have sent me over when suddenly he stopped. "Ooooh, I know you were liking that but I need to be in you when you come..." he slurred as he slid his body back up to my side and climbed on top of me. He planted his mouth on mine and probed with his tongue as he spread my trembling legs with his knees, reached down with his hand, and guided his cock into my hot wet pussy. "Oh Sarah..." he moaned as I felt his swollen glans parting my lips and he slid his shaft into me. He slowly pushed it deeper and deeper until finally, his hands went around to my butt cheeks which gave him leverage for grinding my clit with the base of my cock. He moved his hips in a circular motion and I could feel his cock against my cervix flipping side to side over the head. I knew this would soon be bringing me to orgasm, but he beat me to it. He was thrusting and moaning in time with the pulsations of my pelvic muscles. "Oh god...I'm coming...come with me baby" he whispered hotly into my ear. This sent me over the edge and I felt his cock exploding inside of me as he continued to grind. Moments later, my orgasm wracked my body and I stifled my screams of ecstasy. "Let it out, baby. Push it home..." he whispered to me. I grunted and wheezed as he coated the inside of my pussy with his seed. He kissed my neck as he ground his pelvis slowly in time with my subtle thrusts, working out the final drops of semen from his cock. "I love you," he whispered in a drunken slur. The orgasmic sensations ebbed and I could feel his cock slowly getting soft inside of me. A sense of guilt and shame covered me as I lay there with my own brother lying heavily on top of and inside of me, listening to him breathe into my ear. He whispered a few sentences about what he and Sarah had done today, a few more about when our mother was going to be back and how much fucking they could get in before then. I pretended to be asleep and he slowly stopped speaking. A few minutes went by and he was snoring. I knew I could push him off of me and sneak out safely now. I gently put my arms and right leg around him and slowly, little by little, used all the strength in my body to roll him onto his back. When I was done, I was on top, straddling him with my arms still stretched around his back, and his cock was still inside of me. I slowly began to move up to withdraw it, but all the movement had brought some rigidity back to his cock and I discovered that I would have to slide much further up his body to get it all the way out of me. As I mulled over the best solution to this unique problem, I could feel it growing and twitching inside of me. The sensation was accompanied by dirty thoughts, and incestuous lust was filling me again. Lying on top of him, my breasts pinned against his chest, I gently pushed my pelvis all the way against his. Arching my back again and pushing up with my knees, I let it slide out far enough that when I pushed it back in, I could feel my lips parting to accept it. All the way in until I felt my cervix give way to his knob, then all the way back out again. My pumping became rhythmic, but this time he was out cold. Trying to not wake him again, I moved only my hips, grinding my clit against the bump at the base of his cock and soon found myself approaching another orgasm. As the feeling flooded my pelvis and my pussy swelled, I let out a loud groan and began to bounce on his cock, grinding my clit each time his tip collided with my cervix. To my complete surprise, I suddenly felt him shiver and twitch as he emptied another load of incestuous semen into me. But I couldn’t stop pumping and my pussy twitched as my clit exploded, sending electric shocks pulsing through every muscle in my pelvis. With the end this second, even more incredible orgasm and my surprise about his orgasm, the guilt returned, but not so much this time. I even felt a slight thrill at having gotten away with it. I pulled his softening cock out of my sopping pussy, climbed off of him, grabbed my clothes, and ran down the hallway to my bedroom. Lying in my bed, I stuffed my panties between my legs to soak up the semen now oozing from my slit. I curled up in a ball under my sheets and squeezed my eyes closed tight and begged fate that I not get caught before falling into a deep, satisfying sleep. Alone With My Perversions Ch. 2 In part one, Amy gets caught in her bother's room where he drunkenly fucks her thinking she's his girlfriend, Sarah. * * * * * The next weekend, Sarah dumped him and he spent most of the next few weeks sleeping in his room or moping around the house. He stopped drinking, making my constant fantasies of taking advantage of him in his drunken slumber again impossible to realize so I was once again stuck with masturbation. One night, weeks later, a friend of mine invited me to a party and my brother asked if he could come along. It was the first time since that weekend that he had shown any interest in getting out of the house so I agreed. Besides, I thought, maybe I could get him drunk enough to take advantage of him later. The party was BIG. More young, vivacious people than I knew there were in our tiny little town. I didn't see much of Jason once we got there, but I knew he was drinking and having a good time. I had been flirting back and forth with a couple of guys who were there together from out of town. My friend had been doing the same with another guy who we went to school with. We were all steadily getting more and more inebriated. The five of us sat down and decided on a game of spin the bottle. Our little group grew bigger and after an hour of steadily louder and dirtier questions and more risqué silly dares (which involved everything from flashing tits to dry humping in front of the group and were making all of us extremely horny), I was dared to go blindfolded into the closet and to have sex with the next guy to come in, a guy chosen randomly from the group not playing our game. Wow, I thought. I'm not going to need my brother tonight after all. The only rule was that I couldn't say a word to him and had to keep the blindfold on until he was out so that it would be a totally anonymous experience. Fine with me, as long as I get to come, I thought. So I went into the closet, pulled my panties off from under my skirt, and after what seemed like an eternity (probably only 3 minutes), the door opened and someone stepped in. I put out my hand and felt a hairy, muscular leg and followed it up to firm erection pointing toward me. My pussy was wet almost immediately. As soon as I stood up, he kissed me and began to undo my shirt and bra. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He reached up under my skirt for my panties, only to find I'd already removed them, so instead finger fucked me while we made out heavily. My skirt was quickly hiked up and I sat on his lap, easily slipping his cock into my hot, wet, and ready pussy. We kissed as our bodies accustomed themselves to each other and found a rhythm to fuck to in the tiny little space of the closet. The fucking was intense and better than it had been with my brother. I was bouncing on his lap and breathing heavily into his ear. The game, the kissing, the expert finger fucking, and now the feeling of this hot, muscular body throbbing under and inside of me quickly brought me around to where I wanted be. I slowed and began to grind my hips into his and gradually felt every muscle in my body begin to tense. I whispered, "I'm coming" and he must have been in the same place because he started coming too. He grunted out "I'm coming too!" as I felt his cock explode inside me. I suddenly stopped and pushed back with my hands flat on his chest. "Jason?!?" I heard myself yell. It was my brother! "Amy?!" I could hear the tension and fear in his voice. I yelped as I felt the last of his semen spurting into my pussy. We both fumbled to separate, but the confines of the closet made it a clumsy attempt that only succeeded in putting us both up on our knees and burying his cock deeper inside of me. "My god! Get off me!" he grunted as he pushed me back. This undermined my attempts to stand up and elevated his pelvis so that I was knocked off balance and pushed over on top of him with my knees behind him and feet up in the air. "Amy, stop. We have to cooperate" He whispered. "Who sent you in here?" I asked. "A guy I was talking to about Sarah said there was a cute girl in here waiting to get an anonymous lay and I've been so lonely lately that I decided to go for it. I can't believe I came inside of you!" He covered his eyes with his hands and buried his face in my neck as he started to cry. "Why does everything have to be so god damned complicated for me?? For five minutes I had forgotten all of my problems only to find out they're worse than ever!" He was fully sobbing now and his body jerked with each inward breath. As hard as I tried to abate it, the motion was arousing me again and my pussy began to tighten around him. "Listen, sweetheart," I whispered into his ear. "If it was good for just those five minutes, then it was good period. Just forget that it was me and replace those feelings with what you were feeling while we were...um, you know, into it. I have to live with the fact that I just lost my virginity to my own brother," I lied. "But all I could think about while it was happening was how hot and fucking beautiful this guy underneath me was." "Oh god, Amy, that was your first time? I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid! Not only have I ruined my own life, but now I'm starting on yours!" He sobbed even harder now, almost bouncing me on his fully erect cock, still deep inside of me. "Please, Jason, if I can let it go I fully expect you to as well. You know? My first time can't be ruined unless I let it be. I mean, you are beautiful, you have a totally hot body, you're exciting and sensitive, and I love you. On top of that, I'm totally inexperienced and you were gentle and attentive enough to make me come. What more could a girl ask for her first time?" His sobbing stopped abruptly and I noticed for the first time that I had been keeping his rhythm with my hips. I stopped before he noticed, I think. "Oh, Amy, you're so sweet. Thank you. You're the first person to say anything nice to me in months. Sarah was such psychotic bitch." He paused for a few seconds. "Was it really that good? You don't think I'm gross?" "Gross!? You are so HOT. I wish I was capable of getting a guy just half as hot as you. You know I haven't been holding onto my virginity out of choice." "You are so sweet!" he whispered as he planted a kiss on my lips and hugged me, pulling me closer to him. I couldn't resist any longer and hugged back while thrusting my hips slightly upward. He buried his face in my neck again as he calmed himself over what I had said to him. I relaxed my hug a little, then arched my back with another downward thrust. "Amy! What are you doing? You want more?!?" he exclaimed. "Well," I weaseled. "I guess not. I've had a lot to drink...and, it was really nice. I sat up on him and he pushed on my arms to help me stand up. His cock slipped out of my pussy with a slurp. "Help me find my panties" I requested. "You weren't wearing any when I came in" I replied. "They were in my hand. I dropped them when I...you pulled down your pants." He clumsily started standing up next to me and I felt his still hard cock sliding up my legs. "You're still hard!" I grunted as I wrapped my fingers around it. He put his hand on my arm and pushed it around behind me and said "I'm sorry Amy. We just can't. It's wrong. What if you got pregnant?" I heard in his voice that he wasn't beyond a little coaxing. "You could pull out before it squirts," I mused. "Help me find your panties. It's so dark and cramped in here." He turned around and knelt down in front of me, feeling around on the ground. He stood up saying "god damn it. I can't find them. Is there a light?" I knelt down in front of Him and began feeling around. I felt a lacey, slightly damp piece of cloth in one of the corners, but held onto it for the moment. My face was at the level of his crotch, which smelled strongly of sex. I put my arms around his thighs and took the tip of his softening cock into my mouth. "Stop it! People know we're in here! I don't know what I'm going to say as it is." I jutted my tongue out, licking around the head and felt his cock jerk to attention. Unexpectedly, he didn't react at all. I did it again, this time leaving my tongue there a little longer and moving it around. His stance softened a little and his cock grew harder. "Ok," he whispered. "But just stand up and fuck me. It takes me too long to come that way." I stood up slowly and he slid his cock between my thighs. It took a few stabs before he found the right spot, but then it slid right in. "Aaaahhh..." he moaned. I moved my hips just like before and he pushed me up against the wall. He had more leverage this time than I had when I was on top and I was able to feel the wonderful friction of his cock rubbing against the tip of my cervix. This quickly brought him to the brink of orgasm and I whispered "wait, I haven't come yet. And when you do, don't come in me this time." But it was too late. He was shivering as he silently unloaded another wad of semen into me while keeping up the motion. He had to slow down, but just pushed deep into me and ground the base of his cock into my clit. I matched his motions and brought one of my legs up and wrapped it around behind him. After a few minutes of this I began to shake, pulled him tighter against me and whispered "right there. oh yeah, I'm coming, oh god, I'm coming" into his ear. By the time my spasms slowed, he was hard as ever and ready for another one. He started pumping in earnest and again I reminded him softly to pull out when he comes. I put my hands on his hips, guiding every stroke and listened to his heavy breathing on the back of my neck. One of my hands found the hair on the back of his head and I pulled his head back. When he came forward with my next pump, our lips met and tongues entangled. This sent him over the edge and he shuddered and moaned as I felt his orgasm begin. I pushed him back hard and I felt his cock slip out of me. I took it in my hand and stroked lightly as he shot a couple of wads of semen toward me, not knowing where they would land. I continued stroking, lighter and lighter as his passion subsided. Finally, he bent over and pulled up his pants. I put on my panties, bra, and top and straightened my clothes and hair. "If anybody's waiting for us to come out, we'll just tell them that we figured it out immediately and were talking," he said. "Ok." I said as I fumbled for the doorknob, grabbed it and turned. We stepped out to a roomful of people, but only a few were watching our closet. "Funny trick you guys," I said. "You didn't think we'd figure it out?" "Did you guys do it?" I heard someone ask Jason as I felt the first of his semen begin to leak into my panties. "Of course not!" he said. We talked about Sarah and she was really sweet." Alone with My Sister I hadn't spoken to my sister, Sarah, for over a week. Not since THAT NIGHT when things changed forever. My friends Pete, John and I had been watching a porno film one night when she came in and the most unbelievable thing had happened. She stayed, watched the film with us for a while and I got to film my two best friends fucking my younger sister and coming in her beautiful little mouth. (see "A night in with the lads – and my sister!") She had avoided me ever since. Never eating with me and our parents – always some excuse about having had dinner at her friend Julie's house or about going to gym practice or something. I was glad in a way, seeing my sister's body for the first time since we were little kids and watching her with the guys had been weird for me. I had always been mildly irritated by my goody-goody sister and by the way she manipulated my parents with her teenage tantrums and her sulking. My mates had been saying for some time now that Sarah was looking really horny but I had just dismissed it as them trying to wind me up. Everything was different now – watching her through the lens of our video camera as she sucked on Pete's cock and seeing John fuck her had changed things for me. I saw her now for what she was, a really gorgeous young girl with an incredible body. All those times she had said that she was going to gym practice and run out the door in a pair of tight shorts carrying the tiniest leotard – and I never once even had the remotest thought of her sexually! Now things were different – I couldn't get the thought of her body out of my mind. I felt so guilty, so disgusting. How could I fantasize about my own sister? The trouble was that every time I thought about that night I got so turned on. It was more than just watching a threesome – it was with my sister and everything about it had a heightened sense of excitement. Surely this was all wrong. On Friday nights I always went out for a few beers with the guys and this Friday was going to be no exception. I came home around 7 o'clock to find a note on the table from my parents saying that they were at our Aunt Susie's for dinner and that Sarah was going over to Julie's – again! So I grabbed a sandwich and went up to my room to chill out and get changed for the evening. It was still early and I decided to take advantage of the fact that I was alone. Stripping off my clothes, I jumped onto the bed and reached on top of the wardrobe for my latest porno magazine and relaxed on the bed casually stroking my cock while I flicked through the well-thumbed pages. I was determined to make it last so I studied each page and tried to imagine myself there at the photo-shoot, able to walk around each scene, touching a girl here, fucking a girl there and generally having my pick of the bodies on display. One of the girls was by a pool, staring right into the camera with a few strands of her blonde hair across her face and a cock buried deep in her mouth. My cock twitched, it ached to be wanked harder and I knew exactly why. As I looked into the picture all I could see in my mind was Sarah through the camera lens, her eyes sparkling and staring right at me as she ran her tongue over Pete's cock. I knew what to do. Throwing the magazine aside I jumped up and instinctively pulled on some sweat pants. Practically running across the hall to Sarah's room I started to think back to THAT NIGHT and what had happened to the videotape. No one had argued when Sarah asked for the tape and I expected her to have destroyed it but what if she hadn't? What if it was in her room? I knew that I wanted to see it and to see her. I knew that I wanted to come whilst looking at my sister's body being fucked and sucked and fondled. I was so excited and I couldn't work out why this had never crossed my mind before! I guess it had taken a while for me to accept what it was that was making me so horny - all day every day - and to come to terms with it. Now it was time to admit it to myself. The thought of my sister was turning me on. Sarah's room was bigger than mine with two full wardrobes full of clothes. I decided to start there and careful not to disturb anything I looked around in the bottom amongst her shoes and in the boxes of stuff that sat there – nothing! I dragged everything out from under her bed and almost forgot their original positions as I frantically searched for the tape. Not a thing – so I started to go drawer by drawer through her tee shirts, underwear and gym kit – not even pausing to look closely at the assorted thongs, bras and panties that my little sister now wore – no tape!! I stood, dejected, in the middle of the room and figured she must have destroyed it after all and as I started back to my room, my eyes lit on the bookshelf above her bed. A mixture of school books and cheap novels were held together at each end by two jewelry boxes – one, I knew was full of make-up, the other with mostly costume jewelry and stuff from when she was a kid. I was so excited. My heart was beating faster and faster as I reached for the box lid. Lifting the lid I swept the fake pearls, brooches and hair clips to one side and there it was – the tiny cassette from the video camera with no telltale markings on it. I pushed the stuff back into the box and almost ran to my room feeling the excitement build inside me. Sarah had no VCR in her room and besides, the camera tape had to be put inside a case to play it on a normal machine and I had the only one in my room. There was no way that Sarah had even seen the tape since it was made and I felt so horny knowing that I would be the first to review that night and all that had happened. I put the tape in the playback case and put it in my VCR turning on the TV at the same time. I jumped back onto the bed and reached for the remote – not even pausing to pull off the sweats. I had to rewind the tape and reached down to hold my cock as I waited. It was so hard it ached! I couldn't believe how horny I was and my heart rate would have worried any doctor! Slam!! I jumped as I heard the front door bang then froze as I heard footsteps downstairs cross to our dining room, pause and then start back towards the stairs and begin to come up them. The sound of Sarah's trainers were unmistakable and the bounce in her step betrayed the identity of the intruder. My erection had died the instant I heard the door and now I flicked the TV channel to MTV and made sure the jogging bottoms I was wearing covered me adequately – not that I expected Sarah to come into my room, she had avoided me completely lately and that just wasn't going to happen. Bang!! The door flew open and I turned to see Sarah running towards me screaming! " You bastard!!" she shouted and launched herself at me with fists flailing, hitting my arms and shoulders, trying to get at my head. " I hate you!" she screamed " You fucking bastard!" I grabbed her wrists and as she wrestled with me I could see her face, contorted, angry and with tears streaming down her face. "Calm down" I said. "What's wrong with you?" She stopped wriggling and just burst out crying. I loosened my grip on her wrists and as she sobbed uncontrollably, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a thin yellow vest and a pair of cut-off shorts and her fine blonde hair was tied in a single ponytail. She must have come from gym because her body glistened with slight perspiration and her face was flushed. " I ...didn't ...think ...you ...could be so cruel" she said through her tears. Her whole body heaved as she sobbed and I reached forward and put my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged me off and buried her head in her hands – crying. "What is it Sarah?" I said, "What's wrong?" She wiped her hand across her nose and sniffed "You. ...gave them ...the tape – I knew I should have thrown it ...away!" " No I didn't," I said, again reaching forward to touch her shoulder reassuringly. She looked up slowly, "But ...someone took it," she said still with her hands over her face but now looking over the top of them – right at me!! " I took it," I admitted. "I haven't given it to anyone" "Give me it back" she spat "I don't want people to see it – I'll be laughed at all the time at school" I didn't understand the comment but could see that she wouldn't want a video of her being fucked doing the rounds at her college. " I wasn't going to show anyone Sarah – please believe me." I said gently, squeezing her shoulder and looking into her tear-filled eyes. She seemed to relax and then surprised me by asking; "Then why did you take it? – Where is it?" "I...erm...I ...erm ...was going to look at it." I stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed and realising that my perverse thoughts were about to be discovered. "But I don't understand, there's only me on the tape" Sarah said. "Why would you want to see me doing it, I'm no good." "What do you mean?" I asked - genuinely curious. Her reply shocked me even more as she started to cry again and only said the words softly. "I mean I'm not very good at it am I – You lot must have been laughing at me all week. It was the first time I'd ever even seen a real one – let alone done anything with it." I smiled and lifted her head with my fingers. "Sarah, you have no idea how much the guys thought you were great. They haven't stopped asking me about seeing you again but I told them to leave you alone because I thought you would have a problem with that. They think you were fantastic and think you have the sexiest body ever!" She looked into my eyes warily, wanting to believe me but still afraid this was a cruel trick. "Honestly?" she asked "Honestly" I replied smiling. She seemed to sigh and wiped her eyes saying; "So where is it?" I didn't answer, simply lifted the remote and switched on the tape. She swung round to face the TV and said "Oh my god!" with her hands over her mouth in horror. On the screen was a close-up of John with his face buried in her crotch. As he realised the camera was on him he grabbed Sarah's ass cheeks and offered her cunt up to the camera before plunging back down to it with his tongue. The tape had no sound so Sarah and I sat in silence as we watched the events of the previous week unfold in vivid detail before our very eyes. My cock had sprung into action, instantly hard at the sight of the sex scene on screen. I suddenly began to notice her proximity to me on the bed. She was sitting on her bare legs, further down the bed from me resting on her right arm, which was just touching against my shin. My hands were in my lap to hide my erection but she was sitting with her back towards me and neither of us was moving at all. Our breathing became the only sound although I was certain that she could hear my heart pounding! I had to admire my camera-work! As it pulled back from John's oral exertions I got a full-length shot of my sister with her breasts being fondled by Pete while he eased his cock into her mouth. She really did have wonderful tits. This was the scene I had replayed a thousand times over in my mind. Seeing my sister's body on the TV and having her sitting there next to me was almost too much to bear. My prick was aching and I couldn't help but reach slowly down and squeeze it through the tented sweatpants. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. "Were you going to play with yourself?" Sarah asked without turning round. I felt the blood rush to my face and made things worse by stammering "Wwwhat?" "I don't understand," she said. "Why would you want to look at a video of me? I'm your sister." She was still watching the TV as now John was gripping her little body and fucking her really hard on screen. "It's just that watching anyone having sex is really horny." I lied. "Sorry if it makes you uncomfortable." "No, no" she said. "I don't mind – in fact I'm glad that you don't mind looking at me, I never thought that I was the kind of girl that guys would fancy." "Are you kidding?" I replied. "All my mates think you're really hot." I could see that she was relaxing more now – I was getting more uncomfortable by the minute when suddenly she said; "If you want to play with yourself can I watch you?" My heart nearly missed a beat and I jumped on the situation quickly saying; "Are you sure you want to? I don't want you to feel bad about it." "I really want to" she said turning round "I didn't get much chance to look at John and Pete's cocks and I really want to know what to do to make guys feel good." I didn't reply, I simply looked into her eyes as I slid the trousers down over my cock and gripped my erection in one hand waving it proudly in the air. Sarah was leaning across my legs now, her left arm over my legs and resting on the bed. She looked down at my cock and I took the hint by slowly pumping my shaft as the head of my cock swelled and seemed to want to grow to meet her gaze. Over her shoulder I could see John shooting his load onto her stomach on the television but back in the real world I decided to give her a display to remember. With Sarah's attention captivated by my cock, my eyes were free to look over her body and this made me harder and more excited as I surveyed every inch of her chest. Her soft, pert little breasts were pressed against the cotton vest, restrained by the fabric I could see the shape of her puffy nipples against the material. The vest plunged slightly and although I couldn't see down it, there was ample bare flesh at the top of her little cleavage to look at and imagine kissing and licking. I took my left hand and spat onto my fingers, then reached down and started to draw my fingertips up and down the head of my cock whilst I stroked the shaft gently with my other hand. I could hear her breathing heavily now and as I teased my cock-head with my wet fingers I looked down at the crotch of her shorts. I was certain that I could make out the folds of her cunt and realised that she was squirming slightly under my gaze. " Do you want to touch it?" I said softly, surprising myself. Sarah didn't reply, she just put her fingers into her mouth and withdrew them covered in saliva. Without looking up at me she reached forward and replaced my fingertips at the tip of my cock. She traced circles round and round my knob, smiling gently to herself as she felt me buck and twitch at her strokes. I was still rubbing my shaft but now she reached forward with her other hand and wrapped her fingers around mine, working with them up and down my aching cock. It was becoming too much for me, I decided to be bold and reached out to stroke her breast with my hand. She shirked away from me with an annoyed look and with that - the rules were set. I settled back into working her hand up and down my shaft, leaving her other hand – now wet again after another trip up to her mouth – to tease my knob. I started to increase the pace of our strokes and lifted my ass to meet her hand circling my cock-head. Sarah looked up at me and smiled, a mischievous smile but one that contained genuine affection. I returned her smile closing my eyes momentarily in a signal of how much enjoyment she was giving me. I took my hand away now and let her determine the speed of her strokes. She didn't disappoint me and seemed to understand that I was nearing my climax because her hands started to move with more urgency. Licking her fingers one last time she started to work both hands in unison, pumping my shaft and rubbing the head of my cock until I was thrusting against her hands faster and faster towards coming. I couldn't take my eyes off her tits and was imagining sucking on them when the first waves started to hit me. I thrust myself into her hands and she squeezed my shaft and rubbed furiously at the tip of my cock. I almost leapt off the bed when I came. All that pent up frustration and yearning while she was part of my sexual fantasies was released in that moment. A stream of thick come shot through her fingers and surprised even me at its intensity. Sarah kept pumping my shaft and sperm oozed from the end of my cock as she watched, fascinated, slowly rubbing her come-covered fingers together – feeling the texture of the slippery liquid and smiling. I was wasted! As the waves of my orgasm subsided I realised that I was sitting on my bed with my sister holding my cock! Guilt started to sweep over me and I started to feel like I'd done something terrible. Yet again Sarah shocked me out of my trance. "Will it taste the same as Pete's?" she said casually rubbing her fingers together. "Pretty much I guess" I replied meekly and then watched mesmerised as Sarah lifted her hand to her mouth and put three of her fingers into it and then licked my come of the rest of her hand. She looked up at me with her fingers in her mouth and again I caught the mischievous look in her eyes as she made a meal of sucking each finger in turn to make sure she hadn't missed any spunk! "Mmmmm!" she said softly. "That was really great. Did I do it right?" "Brilliantly!" I said suddenly aware of my naked crotch. "I'm sorry about trying to touch you – I just got carried away." "Its ok" she replied. "But it isn't right for us to...well...you know – it isn't is it?" "No you're right," I said bringing some sanity to my actions. "And we mustn't tell anyone about this eh?" "God no!" Sarah said sharply, and then looked right into my eyes as she said; "If you do tell anyone I'll say that you forced me to do it and you'll be the pervert!" She rose from the bed. "And besides, if you tell anyone what happened – then I'll never do it for you again!" And with that she turned on her heel and walked out of the room leaving me sitting there with my sweatpants pulled down, my cock wet and shriveled and my imagination running into overtime!! To Be Continued... Alone with My Sister +~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ PROLOGUE I am six feet tall, fairly built, black haired, grey eyed, and I love my sister. It all began about three months ago. I had recently lost my job, girlfriend, and apartment, and I had nowhere else to go. My love of my life, Marie Simmons, begged me constantly to quit my well paying job as a plumber, sell my humble abode, and drive four hundred miles to stay with her. I was smitten with love and for a twenty-one year old man that's enough to make me crawl to her if I had to. I was wrapped around her little finger. I soon learned I wasn't the only one she was using. She was already married, and as soon as I showed up at her door he sent me away. I couldn't pay for a new house, nor would I be able to even rent anything. I gave every cent to Marie. I had only my maroon '68 Mustang convertible and my various clothing. I didn't know what to do after my devastating news from Marie. I just got in my car and drove around. When I finally looked down and realized I was almost out of fuel I looked around. Subconsciously or luckily I was only a couple streets away from my parents house. I was greeted with happy hellos and questioned stares. My mother, Carole, answered the door and ushered me inside. She had recently started dinner and as usual my father, Harold, was still in his car shop working late hours. He loved his cars and he loved fixing them. I was alone with my mom eating a healthy array of pork chops, zucchini, and a fresh loaf of whole wheat bread. While my mother and I were catching up my father came in cursing and screaming about some random car in his "spot" in the driveway. He was a man of little feelings, but when he saw me he busted out into tears. He sat down next to me and began asking me questions about how I've been and what I've been up to. I looked down and went quiet. I told them my story and asked if I could stay the night. Instead they offered that I stay until I got my life back on track. How could I say no to a free place to live? My parents were kind enough to allow me to have their basement, a large step up from my single room single bath I used to occupy before I left. The basement was recently redone, I could still smell the paint fumes. There were now four rooms, where there used to be two. I had my own laundry room, half kitchen, full master bedroom, and a full connected bathroom. I went to my new home and laid down. As I began to fall asleep I heard the door open upstairs and a familiar female voice broke the silence and began my odd out of place story. ~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~ CHAPTER:1 The next morning I woke up at about noon. I walked into my own kitchen and realized I had no food downstairs. Something I should have thought about the night before. So I walked upstairs and rummaged through the kitchen for all food substances. I found a coffee machine and some coffee grounds. I brewed myself a large cup of coffee and began reading the paper when I heard a squeal of excitement. "Bruce! Is that really you?" my sister screamed a little louder than needed. As I looked up from my paper I saw a sight that I'd never realized before. Lucy, when I left was never home enough for me to see mature. Our conflicting schedules and age differences just never allowed me to ever see her over the years. Me being twenty-one and she eighteen. She was 5'4" and had at least a C cup, a very full C cup. Her just past shoulder length hair, naturally brown and curly hung loose around her head at well almost all times. My jaw must have just hung open for quite some time . The next thing I knew the paper had left my vision and a waving hand had replaced the boring paper. "Bruce? Are you feeling ok? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Lu-lu-Lucy? Is that really you?" I was speechless. Not just from seeing her, but what she was wearing. A skimpy shirt that left little to my vivid imagination with loose fitting short shorts that showed the lower part of her perfect ass. "I saw your car outside last night. I was so excited to see you but mom said you were too tired to see me. Are you really staying here? Were you too tired? Why are you here?" Her questions were like a shotgun. "Yes? No? What? I don't know? One question at a time Luce!" "Ok why are you here? I mean I'm happy your here, but what made you come here?" "Well...you see...you remember Marie right...well she...and I couldn't believe...I just happened to run out of gas right up by that old tree up the street and here I am now." "Oh Bruce I'm so sorry about what Marie did to you." Lucy sniffled. I saw a small tear in her eye, but as soon as it was there she turned away. She poured herself a cup of coffee, quickly drank it down, got herself ready for the day, and ran off with her friends to do who knows what. The phone rang soon after Lucy left the phone rang and a familiar voice came through. "Hey Brucy I hear your back in town." "Chase man how ya been?" "I am better now that I got my best buddy back." He chuckled. "So you wanna go to a welcome home party your not invited to?" "I still gotta unpack and..." "No you have to meet up with your friends and have fun again." "But Chase I just..." "No buts Bruce your going, and that's final!" "I guess but I need to get stuff done before we go." "Fantastic I'll pick you up at eight. Seeya later sugar." I heard him crack up laughing as he hung up. After the call I got up and took a shower. Being alone in the house seemed much different now than it did back then. It seemed almost like a ghost of what it once was. My old room turned into an office for my dads growing business. After my trip through the memory graveyard that was once my room I went back to my basement dwelling and drifted off to sleep. I awoke to a knock at my door. As I got up with only my sweats and white wife beater on I noticed it was five 'o' clock. "Bruce? Are you home?" My mother called from up the stairs. "Ya mom what's wrong?" I mumbled dazed and confused. "Your father just got a business call. We need to pick up a car and he just has to drive. We are leaving in two hours" she said as she rummaged through her purse "here's one thousand dollars for groceries and other wants or needs that arise. Listen Bruce I really hate to leave when you just got here but your father needs this and the only reason we are going is because we trust you to watch the house." She kissed my forehead and ran to her room packed and was off in less than twenty minutes. Lucy came home at seven and I told her what happened with dads job opportunity. She wasn't too bothered by it. Actually quite the opposite. "So does this mean that I'm allowed to have Jason over here later than usual?" She gave me a small puppy dog look with a whimper. "Depends who's Jason?" I asked already knowing the answer. "Well he's my boyfr..." "I know" I cut her off "just tonight you two can spend the night however you want." I gave her 50$ and she quickly scampered off to her room calling Jason to tell him the news. I went to change my clothes from my pajamas I'd worn all day to my more street worthy clothes. I grabbed a purple DGK shirt I had recently bought and an old pair of brown Empyre pants. I found an old shoebox with Vans inside. Black and dusty from years of use. They were the only real shoes I had. I put them on feeling sixteen again. Chase arrived minutes later in his old Ford something or other truck that didn't even look like it could move more than a few feet. I walked outside and was immediately grabbed into a bear hug by my very odd friend. More in the mood to crash some kids party and get drunk as hell he sped off down the street. We might have been there for ten minutes before Chase got us kicked out by punching the host in the face. He was beaten by the kids friends and thrown into the street. I stopped him from running back in and getting himself into legal trouble. Deciding he had had enough he dropped me off outside my house. I had only gotten to the front porch when I saw Jason leaving with a hand mark on his face. Without thinking I ran to Lucy's room where I found her crying in a ball on her bed. I ran back outside just to see Jason leave tires screeching down the street. I slowly went back to Lucy and began asking her what happened. "He just came in and said he was done with me and" she let out a large sob "and said he found someone else a few months ago!" she screamed between sobs...or at least that's what I think she said. I stood at the door feeling the same pain before helped me know what to do. I sat down on her bed and put my arm around her. Almost instantly she threw herself against me just about knocking me over. I held lucy close to me while she kept crying. It must have been hours before the tears subsided and quiet snoring replaced the screams. I laid her down and put a blanket over her body. I had to fight the urge to get rid of her tear soaked clothes. I walked down to my room, the walk seemed longer than usual. Was it the gloomy sadness in the air or was it the fact that it was two in the morning? I didn't care about the real reason as soon as I laid down in my own room I began dreaming. I dreamed of one thing and one thing only. Lucy. The dream began with just a normal day until I saw her. I was alone in my kitchen when she came in. All she was wearing was a towel that barely covered her round, full ass that made my cock twitch with excitement. She had just gotten out of her shower, I could see that her hair was still wet. she took a step closer and dropped the top half of her towel allowing her breasts to fall free of the small restraint. Her soft pink nipples were standing tall, my erection growing even harder. I heard her whisper something I didn't understand, and took another step closer. I was frozen while she dropped the rest of her towel, no hair was visible. Her pussy was already wet enough to begin dripping. She lunged forward pressing her tits against me, rubbing my cock with one hand. "You want me don't you?" she cooed. While she undid my pants she went to her knees. My cock sprung out at her nearly smacking her face. She popped the head of my cock into her mouth licking around then head with a smooth rhythm. Her head began bobbing up and down each time taking more and more until she got to the hilt of my shaft. She held for a second then quickly began her gentle sucking and head movements as before. I had had enough of her teasing and grabbed he shoulders pulling her up, I grasped her hips and placed her in my small counter. Immediately I pushed my cock deep into her dripping cunt. She screams in ecstasy and began begging for more. "Harder! Harder!" she screamed. This pushed me over the edge and I felt my knees begin to buckle and I shook a little while I shot my load deep into her small body. She must have began cumming as well for she grabbed for my neck. She pulled her body against mine and shook without a word. Then I woke up. Alone With My Thoughts I thought about you today. Yeah. You. Don't look so surprised. I think about you more than you probably realize. I was in bed, naked against the cool sheets, when the urge hit me. The craving became stronger and I couldn't overlook it. I'm sure you don't mind me imagining this. If I know you, the thought of me lying in bed, thinking about you like this, makes your cock rock hard. Knowing that it has that effect on you makes me wet. I let my hands glide over my breasts until my nipples started to get hard. I wished you could see them, thick, long, nipples that just beg to be ravaged by your lips, tongue and teeth. You know I love it when you play a little rough. I like it when you bite my nipples enough that I feel it and it borders on the edge between pleasure and pain. I cupped my tits, squeezed them together and bent my head down to lick and bite them myself. My pussy ached, but I wasn't quite ready to go there yet. I took a bottle of baby oil and poured it over my breasts and down my stomach, working it into my skin. I squeezed my breasts hard as I imagined your large hands roughly grabbing them. Nothing gentle for me today. I wanted hot and steamy fucking, in the privacy of my mind and you played the starring role. I poured on the oil until my skin glistened. I could imagine how our bodies would slide together from the slickness. I started to massage it into my pussy. I didn't need any help in the wetness department. Thinking of you and I together was enough to make my pussy creamy and ready. The oil dripped down my lips while my four fingers rubbed it over my soft skin. I shaved last night so against bare skin, my oily fingers were like skating on a fresh sheet of ice. With two fingers spread into a V, I opened up my lips to expose my clit. It felt so wicked that I wanted you to see it like that. I let my middle finger roll around my clit in circles while it grew. I felt the heat running through my body, beginning at the soles of my feet and traveling throughout my limbs. I feel again it even now. Moaning and twisting my body, I tried to hold off on the pleasure of it all. I spanked my clit several times and then rubbed it to soothe it again, all while keeping myself right on the edge. Fuck baby, it felt so hot! I couldn't take it. My fingers furiously attacked my clit, rubbing, pinching and squeezing it until I came with a loud groan. It wasn't enough to sate me. I planted my feet firmly on the bed, spread my legs wide and jammed two fingers into my sopping cunt. I pumped in and out wildly, rubbing my clit with my thumb. My other hand roughly attacked my tits. I bucked and lurched as if you were standing or lying there beside me, fingering me like that and I came all over my fingers. I wasn't even close to being done yet. My nightstand is where I keep some of my toys and I leaned over and took a couple out of the drawer. I slipped the loops of my nipple chain around my nipples and pulled it tight enough that it slowed down the blood flow and made them throb with a continuous dull ache. Knowing you enjoy doggie style, I got up onto my hands and knees with my legs parted wide and my ass high in the air. My pussy lips were puffy and wet. I could see them exposed when I looked into the mirror on the headboard. I imagined you walking in on that, taking hold of my hips and driving your tongue into my cunt. With two fingers crammed inside me, it was easy to imagine. I spoke to you, out loud, voicing my fantasy thoughts to the stillness of my bedroom. I was whimpering and begging you to keep tonguing my pussy and make me cum in your mouth. I worked my hot little twat with my fingers, occasionally letting my middle finger slide back to my asshole as I imagined you licking it before burying your face again in my muff. I screamed your name when I came again, wishing you really were there and I could feed you the cream you crave so much. I grabbed my dildo; the pink jelly filled one. It's long and thick, just like you. I buried my face in the pillow as I spread my cunt open with one hand and rubbed that cock up and down my slit to cover it with my juice. I thought of you rubbing your cock against me like that, just to tease me, and imagined you hotly whispering nasty things into my ear. You know how much I like that and how wild it makes me. I begged out loud for you to fuck me. When the dildo was lubed enough, I positioned the thick head at my hole and pushed it in. I pumped it slowly in and out at first, inching it into my pussy, until I had the whole, thick eight inches crammed into my cunt. I wanted to feel your hands on my hips at that moment, grabbing my flesh and pulling me back onto you. I started to bang myself with vengeance, pounding in and out of me the way I know you want to do. I started to think about you toying with my asshole. In my mind's eye, I saw you lick your thumb and rim that puckered little rosebud until it was pulsating, opening up wider and aching to be filled. I used my finger to tease my tight hole, then pushed it deep inside, but it wasn't enough. I wanted more than that. I used my anal vibe instead, clenching my ass muscles to hold it as it buzzed rapidly in my ass. I felt the shocks of the humming vibration throughout my body. I went back to slamming that cock into my pussy with long, deep, forceful strokes. Just the way you'd do it. I wanted you there to spank my ass while both my holes were filled. I slapped my ass, hard, repeatedly, until my cheeks turned flaming red. It felt so fucking hot. I was a nymph bitch out of control. Nothing you didn't already know about me. With my face buried in the pillow, I could use both hands to pump each hole at the same time. You should've seen the way my ass was bouncing up and down, trying to get more. Aching for it. I was gasping and sweaty from keeping myself just on the edge of cumming again when I couldn't help it and let loose a violently powerful orgasm and scream to go right along with it. I collapsed onto the bed and lay there, groaning softly and letting myself come back down to earth. It was incredible. I twitched as the last orgasms ran through my body. I drifted back into a well-pleasured sleep. I thought about you today.