0 comments/ 120374 views/ 17 favorites My Brother's Keeper By: Cal Y. Pygia Sue Todd debated with herself as to whether she should bail her younger brother Jake out of jail again. She'd already done so twice, and he didn't seem to have learned his lesson. Maybe some time behind bars, with Bernardo the Butt Bandito might teach him to behave himself--or, at least, not to be caught misbehaving. Jakes wasn't stupid. His problem was that, like most guys, he thought with his balls rather than with his brains. That's it! she thought. She'd have to teach him to use his brains, not his balls, in deciding what to do and what not to do. It was a good thing, she thought, that, as a professional dominatrix, she had just the right stuff to enlighten him. She smiled at the idea of teaching her younger brother such a lesson. It would be fun. "Thanks for bailing me out, Sue," Jake said as he climbed into the passenger seat of her cherry red Corvette. "I owe you." "You already owe me," Sue reminded him. "I can't keep afford to keep bailing your ass out of jail." "You won't have to," he assured her. "Not again, I swear." "I've heard your promises before. They're lame." "Not anymore." "I'm going to make sure of that." She exited the police station's parking garage, merging with the flow of traffic on Main Street. He snorted. "What do you have in mind, sis?" He didn't know that his sister was a dominatrix, but he was going to find out, Sue thought. "You'll see," she said. Jake, who had graduated from high school a couple of years ago, at sixteen, having skipped a couple of grades, lived with his :older sister," as he insisted upon referring to Sue, who had just had her twenty-first birthday. Although he had his whole adult life before him, he didn't seem to want to be an adult--or to become one--ever. As much as it pained her to think so, it appeared to Sue that he wanted nothing more than to remain a ne'er-do-well, carefree kid who lived off her largesse for the rest of his life. At first, she'd sympathized with her brother. Like her, he was an orphan. They'd lost their parents in an airplane crash when Jake was fourteen and she was seventeen. She'd petitioned to become Jake's guardian--or "my brother's keeper," as she referred to her role privately--as an emancipated minor, and, to her surprise, the court had agreed to allow her to do so. She'd quit school, a few months before graduation, and had taken a job as a topless dancer at a local gentleman's club, telling Jake she was working as an assistant bookkeeper at an electronics supply warehouse. Dancing half naked for men she'd never met paid well, but paying the mortgage and other bills associated with running a household was expensive. For the first time, as the sole breadwinner, she'd realized just how difficult it was to keep a roof over her head--and Jake's, of course. She had a new appreciation of the sacrifices her parents had made, financially and otherwise. Not only did Sue seldom have the money for a new outfit or a meal at Falls Hills' new fast-food restaurant, Beefy Buns, that had opened between her workplace, The Gold and Silver Gentlemen's Club (named for the gold and silver, sequined G-strings the dancers wore) and Femme Fatale, the notorious clothing store that catered to the transgender crowd, but she also had no social life, unless she could count the lap dances she bestowed on the club's drunken, pawing clients for a few extra dollars. It was while commiserating with Lola Lulu, one of her colleagues, if an exotic dancer could properly be called a "colleague," that she'd first heard of the opportunity of making "a lot of money" as a dominatrix. "You've got the looks," Lola had assured her. "The question is whether you can be assertive enough, aggressive enough." "What do you mean?" Sue had asked. Despite the fact that she spent most nights and weekends half naked, dancing with a pole, while drunken men leered and whistled at her, shouting obscene comments and making lewd suggestions, Sue was fairly unenlightened about the sex-for-hire world, her only experiences with sex outside The Gold and Silver having been a few backseat trysts with dates at Moonlight Drive, the local lovers' lane. Lola had chuckled. "Girl, let me educate you," she'd said, filling her in on the whole bondage and discipline thing and the need of some men to submit to and to serve a dominant, humiliating woman. Wide-eyed, Sue had asked, at the end of her instruction, "But why would anyone want to submit to things like that?" Lola had laughed. Replying with a line from The Crying Game, she said, "Who knows the secrets of the human heart?" Then, she'd added, "You should think about it. You can make some serious money, and the fringe benefits of having a servant--a slave, really--both sexually and otherwise aren't bad, either." "But I'd feel like a whore," Sue had said, before she'd realized how her statement might sound to Lola, who was a practicing dominatrix. "Oh, wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean--" Lola had waved her apology away. "No offense taken. Besides, you don't have to have sex with them if you don't want to. You're the one in charge." Sue had been astonished. "Really?" "Really." "And they'll still pay me?" Lola had laughed again, at her colleague's naiveté. "Oh, yes, honey. They'll pay." Generous to a fault, Lola had even provided Sue's first client, Judge Henry Thompson--the same judge who'd remanded Jake into her custody after allowing Sue to bail him out of jail again despite having told Jake, during his last appearance before him, that there would be no bail should the young offender appear again in his court. An hour alone with Sue, in his chambers, had persuaded Judge Thompson to reverse himself and to allow bail, especially after Sue had implanted a butt plug up his ass and masturbated him while she'd explained what she had in mind for her errant brother. "Before I'm through," she'd vowed, as his honor's convulsing cock spewed semen over the wine-colored carpet, "the little bastard will wish you had thrown his sorry ass in jail." "Yes, Mistress," the judge had replied, having no doubt that the dominatrix's words were true. After spanking the judge's ass with the wide leather strap she carried in her purse until his buttocks matched the wine-colored carpet in his chambers and tears stood in his eyes, Sue allowed him to return to the bench and issue "his" ruling. The thoughts in her mind, Sue turned into the driveway, pressed the remote control to activate the garage door opener, and parked her Mustang convertible inside the garage. The door descended behind her as the garage's interior lights illuminated. "Get out," she ordered her brother. "Sis," he tried to charm her, "I'm really sorry--" "I don't want to hear it," she snapped. "Just get inside the house!" It was high time her brother learned to be a responsible adult, and she was going to teach him just this lesson. She smiled as she envisioned the long, numerous trainings sessions in store for her kid brother. Breaking him would be arduous, perhaps, but it would also be fun. Before she was through with him, Jake would no longer be a heterosexual. He wouldn't be a homosexual, either, or even a bisexual. He wouldn't be a transvestite, although that would be a role he'd already learned--or thought he'd learned--to play as well as he'd learned to play the role of a male, if not that of a man. He wouldn't be anything; yet, paradoxically, he'd be everything--or, more precisely, he'd play any and every role. No longer male or female himself, he'd be a pansexual, and his partners would be minerals, sex toys, insects, animals, men, women, transsexuals, groups, and anyone and anything else that Sue, with Lola's help, could think of. He'd be all things to all people (and to some partners that weren't even human). He'd give and take anything anyone wanted to provide or to receive without protest or question. Jake Todd was about to cease to exist. In his place would be reborn The World's Nastiest Slut. "Go to your room," Sue ordered Jake, who'd, having entered the kitchen, had opened the refrigerator door and begun to chug milk directly from the carton, despite Sue's many previous requests that he use a glass. He set the carton back onto the shelf and closed the refrigerator's door. Turning, he looked at Sue. When he saw the scowl on her beautiful face, he tried--unsuccessfully--to repress the giggle that welled up onside him. Then, he shrugged. He might as well play along, he thought, and, still giggling, walked past his sister, climbed the steps to the second floor, and entered his bedroom at the end of the hall, on the right. Sue was a step or two behind him all the way. Opening his bedroom door, Jake paused inside the doorway. "What the hell is this?" he demanded, seeing the frilly feminine underwear laid out upon his unmade bed. "Put them on," Sue ordered. "No fucking way!" Jake refused. Jake felt a stinging slap to his backside. "Do it now!" Sue commanded. "Ouch!" her brother yelped. "What the fuck's gotten into you?" Sue delivered another, harder slap to his buttocks. "Move your ass!" Jake wheeled on his sister. "Don't slap me again," he warned. "I don't want to hurt you, but--" This time, Sue slapped his face, delivering an eye-watering blow to his cheek. "Don't argue with me! Do as you're told!" Jake staggered away from her, toward his bed. When the backs of his knees collided with the mattress, his legs buckled, and he sat down abruptly on the bed, beside the frill undergarments. Sue stood before him, her legs planted shoulder-width apart, her hands on her lips, the scowl still clouding her lovely face. She looked sterner than Jake had ever seen her look in his life. Her glare, like her posture and her entire demeanor, told Jake that she wasn't fooling around, that she was dead serious. "Get your clothes off, and put on your bra, panties, and stockings," she told him. "Yeah, right," Jake managed to mutter, but the stinging slap to his face, like those to his bottom, had taken much of the fight out of him, and, although he'd threatened to hurt Sue if she persisted in slapping him, there was no way he'd raise his hand to the sister who had been a surrogate mother to him since their parents' deaths, despite the nearness of their respective ages. Sue took a step toward him, raising her hand. This time, Jake saw, the palm was not open. Her fingers were curled into a tight fist. "I'm not playing with you, Jake," she said, her voice like steel. Jake surprised himself as he heard his capitulation. "All right, all right." What the hell? If she wanted him to wear a bra, panties, and a pair of stockings, why shouldn't he give her the satisfaction? It wasn't like wearing women's underclothes would make him a woman. Hell, in a perverse way, it might even be kind of fun. "Give me some privacy, and I'll do it." "You'll do it, all right," Sue confirmed, "but I'm not going anywhere." Jake snorted, half laughingly, half contemptuously. "Like I'm really getting naked in front of my--" Sue's fist swung hard against Jake's jaw, and he flinched, his upper body jerking hard to the right by pure reflex. "My God, Sue! What the hell--" Another blow connected with his cheek. A third smashed into his ear. Jake held up his hands, defending himself. "Put the fucking lingerie on, now!" Sue ordered. "All right, all right!" Jake cried. He was as much taken aback by the fact that his sister had struck him as he was by the pain that rose in his face from the blows she'd showered upon him. Sue had never so much as slapped him before today, so her use of her fists on him had astounded him. Unless he was willing to fight back, using his own fists against his sister, which he was unwilling to do, Sue might blacken his eye or bloody--or even break--his nose. She might sprain her wrist or break her hand on him. It was better to play along, he thought, than to fight back. He kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. Standing, he peeled off his shirt. Aware of his sister's gaze, he unbuckled his belt, unzipped the zipper inside his fly, and lowered his jeans down his thighs, over his knees, and past his calves. Stepping out of the pants, he stood before his sister, naked but for his white cotton briefs and the monitoring anklet that the police had installed on him before releasing him into his sister's custody. He was mortified to expose the bulge of his burgeoning erection to his sister. She couldn't help but to notice the jutting organ that made a tent of the front of his underpants, but she didn't stare--or even look--at the protuberance as far as Jake could tell, and she certainly didn't speak of it. "The briefs, too," Sue insisted. "Sis, really, you can't mean for me to--" Sue's fist came up. Jake shrugged. He'd never suspected his sister harbored kinky fantasies of the sort she insisted her brother be a part, but he knew that no one ever really knew someone else or, for that matter, him- or herself. "Who knows the secrets of the human heart?" a bartender had asked in The Crying Game. Who, indeed? Jake wondered, as, placing his forefingers inside the left and right flanks of the elastic waistband, he shoved them down, sliding his underwear past his hips, and revealing his thick, stiff-standing cock and his tight, risen scrotum as he continued to lower his briefs, stepping out of them as they reached his ankles. Recovering his upright posture, he stood completely naked--completely exposed--to his sister, his rigid prick jutting out from the tight coils of his dark pubic hair. He felt sexy, being nude in front of his sister, who remained clothed, but he also felt humiliated. The conflicting emotions were strangely erotic--but they were also odd and confusing, both unsettling and arousing at the same time. Jake didn't realize it at the time, but he would be in for a lot more confusion as Sue took mastery and control of his life, transforming him into The World's Nastiest Slut. "Don't just stand there, stupid!" Sue thundered at him as she gave a painful, hard twist to his ear. "Get into your new things." By "new things," Jake knew, she meant the bra, panties, and stockings. Dutifully, he picked up the bra. It was a gel-filled, padded bra, he realized, that, since it lifted and separated, would give him the appearance of having small breasts. Awkwardly, he fitted the front of the garment over his smooth, hairless chest and looped its straps over his shoulders. The gel-filled cups felt buoyant, bouncy, and strange against his chest. The back of the bra remained unfastened. He reached behind his back, fumbling at the eyehook as he tried to close the bra. His fingers seemed sausage-size, and he felt clumsy. His sister, he noticed, watched disapprovingly. What the hell did she expect? Jake asked himself. He was doing the best he could. It wasn't every day that he wore a bar, after all. He wondered why the hell he was humoring his sister by doing so, just because she'd asked him--or, rather, had ordered him--to do so. Who the hell did she think she was, anyway, to be giving him orders? For that matter, why the hell was he obeying her? Finally, after a few more fumbles, he managed to slip the hook through its grommet, and the bra was fastened. "Now, the panties," Sue commanded him. Reluctantly, he took the smooth silk underwear in hand. They were thongs, he realized, which would expose his ass. He was beginning to think maybe he should have slugged it out with his idiot sister rather than let her make a fool of him. What the hell did she think of him? Did she believe he was some sort of faggot sissy boy? A transvestite? "I'm waiting," Sue announced, breaking in on his reveries. Again, he shrugged. If she wanted him to wear a pair of panties, why not? There was no harm in indulging his sister's bizarre fantasy. The panties were easier to put on. He simply stepped into the leg holes, pulled the elastic waistband up to his waist, and smoothed the lace-festooned silk around his pubes and buttocks. His erection had subsided, so there was merely a bulge at the crotch of the panties instead of the tent that would have appeared there a few minutes ago. Sue was pleased, it seemed, with his appearance so far. "Go on," she prompted her brother. "The stockings are next." With a sigh, Jake picked up the sheer, seamless stockings his sister had laid out for him. He couldn't believe he was going to put women's stockings on, any more than he could believe he'd donned a brassiere and a pair of frilly panties. Nevertheless, as his glowering sister watched, he began to slip into them. Teetering on one foot, he lifted the other and started to place his it into the toe of the stocking. "Stop!" Sue shouted. "What do you want to do, put a run in them?" Jake said, "What should I do?" "Sit." Jake sat on the edge of his bed. "Slip your thumbs inside the top of the stockings and slide them down, pushing the stocking back, against itself, until it's only about two inches wide." Jake obeyed. "Point your toes into the stocking until you meet resistance," she instructed him. She watched as he did as he'd been told. "Now, grasp the sides of the bunched-up stocking, one hand on either side." Jake followed her directions. "Pull the stocking up, until you meet resistance again." He did so. "Repeat this same process again and again until the stocking is on, all the way to the middle of your thigh." Jake repeated the folding-pushing process until he'd fully donned the stocking. "Do the same with the other stocking," Sue directed. Jake repeated the procedure. In a few moments, he was wearing the stockings. "Now, put on the garter belt," she informed him. Jake rose, picked up the belt, and stepped into its waistband, pulling it up from the floor until it was in place around his waist. Six straps, or suspenders, dangled from the waistband, two in the back, one at each side, and two in the front. "Now, sit down again," Sue guided him. He sat. "Reach behind yourself," his sister told him, "and find the rear suspenders. Attach them to the tops of the backs of the stockings, but leave some slack in the straps." After several frustrating minutes of fumbling, Jake managed to accomplish this task. "Now, do the same with the side suspenders," Sue said. Jake obeyed. "Attach the front straps," his sister directed. Jake attached the two remaining straps. "Now, stand." He rose. Sue stepped forward, adjusting the straps. Then, she stood back and gazed up and down at him. Jake had do doubt that he looked absurd, but his sister gave him the wolf's whistle. "You look very feminine, Jake," she announced, a tone of approval in her voice. "But your name! 'Jake' is much too masculine for the new androgynous you." She studied him for a long moment. "From now on, you're Joey." Jake made a face. "Joey? That sounds Dopey. It sounds like a faggot's name." Sue's eyes narrowed. "It's an androgynous name." "Andro-whata?" Jake asked. "What the hell does that mean?" "Androgynous," Sue repeated. "It means having both male and female characteristics." "I'm all man," Jake told her. "Not for long," Sue answered. "Not after I'm through with you." She giggled. "You're already dressing like a girl." "This has gone far enough," Jake argued. Expecting a slap. he repressed the urge to flinch. He needn't have feared being slapped. Instead, Sue grabbed him by his testicles and squeezed mercilessly. It felt as if she were crushing his balls in her vice-like grip. His sister, despite her petite size, was strong--much stronger than Jake had expected. Her long nails pressed hard into the tender flesh of his scrotum, adding to the pain. "Ow!" Jake cried. "Stop! You're killing me!" Sue dug her nails in deeper as she squeezed harder. "Who are you?" she demanded. My Brother's Keeper Thanks for the feedback, everyone! Due to popular demand, I have revised my last story, "My Sexy Sister", and have decided to tell it from my point of view. No judgment or harsh comments please. * I was born sixteen months after my brother, Michael. Growing up he always annoyed me, but we were still able to stick together and got along despite our differences. As Michael got older, he stayed lean and very tall, and I was continuously jealous of him because I kept gaining and gaining weight due to chronic depression. I was never happy with the way I looked. By the time I turned 18, I was over 200 pounds and had size 40D breasts, but I also had my first boyfriend, named Spencer, who is now my husband. Michael had since joined the military after he graduated high school, so he was very buff and had a deep tan from his time at Basic Training in the heart of Texas. About a month after I turned 18, I found out I was pregnant. Naturally, I was scared to death. After all, I was in my senior year of high school and Spencer and I had only been together for a year. After calling Spencer and telling him the news, I went to my brother's bedroom and poured my heart out to him. "I don't want to be a mother yet!" I sobbed into his warm, tanned chest. My tears kept pouring, and I saw them drift down his bulging pecs and course over his brown nipples, causing them to swiftly harden as they were cooled by the tears. As I heard his heart pick up pace beneath my ear, he lifted his baseball-mitt-sized hand and caressed my face with it. "It'll be okay, I promise. Shhh, it's okay, I'm here." He kept stroking my hair, and when I looked down at his lap, his penis was slowly tenting up his shorts. Taking this as my cue to leave, I got up and went back to my room. "What on earth just happened?" I thought to myself as I tried to focus on the current situation as opposed to my brother's genitals. I paced back and forth as I debated my options involving my pregnancy. However, my mind kept drifting to my dear brother, whom I could actually hear across the hall, grunting. I was both disgusted and intrigued to know he was masturbating in his room, right across the hall from me. I even halfway considered peeking in, just to see how big he was. I decided against it. I even chastised myself for having thoughts like that. What kind of sicko was I? Six months later, it was finally the day before my graduation. I had long since told my parents about my pregnancy, and we were preparing for my baby boy, slowly but surely. In less than a month's time I was going to travel the hour down the mountain to see Spencer and stay there until after the baby was born. I was constantly sweaty, so I would usually shower twice a day, never with the bathroom door all the way shut. I hated not being able to see when I got out. I headed for my second shower of the day when my parents told me they were going out to do some shopping. I assumed my brother had gone with them, since he usually did. I took my time and lathered up with my vanilla-scented body wash, letting the suds cascade down my swelling breasts and engorged belly. That's when I saw my brother's reflection in the mirror, through the frosted shower doors. "Now is the moment of truth," I thought. Was I going to call him out, or was I going to let him have his fill? I decided the latter, and watched him out of the corner of my eye as he picked up my red and black lacy bra, my favorite. He glanced at the shower to see if I was looking and he dashed out. I stood there, amazed, wondering if he'd bring it back. Sure enough, I heard his footsteps coming back towards the bathroom. I stopped the water and started stepping out of the shower when I saw my bra come flying through the open doorway. "Very sneaky," I mused to myself. I decided to pretend I hadn't seen anything and I shut the bathroom door so I could dress. Aha! There in the left cup of my bra was a smear of something white. I sniffed it, but it was masked by my body wash. Then I licked it, and the telltale salty taste of cum clicked in my mind. I grinned. My own brother was masturbating with my stuff! I no longer found it wierd, but hot. It made me feel sexy. Then I opened up the bathroom door and walked out, naked, towards my brother's bedroom door. I tentatively knocked a few times, and Michael opened his door slowly. His chin hit the floor when he saw me standing there naked. What floored me was he, too, was naked, in all his Greek god-like glory. He shyly closed his eyes and looked away, handing me a towel to cover myself. Refusing it, I tossed it behind me and let myself in his room. I looked over my shoulder and saw him watch my ample ass as it swayed back and forth as I walked across his room to his king-sized bed. Then I sat down and crossed my legs. "Hey Michael, whatcha been up to?" It was almost comical how serious I was trying to be when my freshly-shaved pussy was practically on fire. "Uhhh, n-n-nothing." He was trying not to look at me, but he couldn't help surveying my heaping mounds of pregnant flesh. I peered down at his inflating cock and nearly gasped. Half-hard it looked close to 7 inches long! That's the size I was used to, with Spencer being relatively well-endowed, but my brother wasn't fully hard yet. He shyly tried to cover it with his hands to no avail. Before he could speak again, I got on my knees in front of him and hugged his legs, letting his now-hard cock brush against the outside of my cheek. I decided to play coy. "Thank you so much for everything, Michael! How could I ever thank you for being here for me all this time?" I got back up on my feet and sat back down on his bed, cocking my head sideways and giving him my best "puppy eyes" look. Michael looked from side to side and was silent for a while. I started to rethink coming in his room until he said, "I can think of a way. By the way you smell right now, I can safely bet we're both thinking the same thing." He sat down on the bed beside me and slowly moved his face towards mine. Then he stopped. I nearly whined in anticipation of his kiss. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "I'm a virgin." He finally confessed to me. "Wow, really?" I had thought that at some point in high school he had lost his virginity to one of the sluts he dated, but I guess not. "That's okay. I'll be gentle. Now lay down on the bed." He did as I said and I straddled him, my heaving belly almost blocking my view of his face. I bent down and kissed him softly, deeply, the way I would kiss Spencer. Then I started working my kisses down his neck and to his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under my lips as I kissed his breastbone, his heart beating a mile a minute. I gave his nipple a quick lick and looked at him. He nodded his approval and I took his entire nipple in my mouth and started playing with it. I licked it, sucked it and even nibbled on it a bit, the whole time Michael was under me moaning and squirming. I stopped and smiled at him, and started working my kisses lower and lower. When I got to where his pubic hair started, I began teasing him, kissing his hair and moving to his inner thighs, saving the best for last. Making eye contact with him, I kissed the tip of his now-purple cockhead and stuck the tip of my tongue into the slit. He moaned and bucked his hips. I decided to take it to the next level. I opened my small jaw as wide as it would go and began working my mouth over my sexy brother's enormous cock. Inch by inch it slid into my moist mouth, and my brother was in ecstasy. Clearly he had never been given head before. He moaned and squirmed beneath me, and I stopped when his head reached the back of my throat to allow it to get used to the presence of his cock there. Once my gagging stopped, I took the rest of his manhood down my throat and I tasted a few drops of precum drip down into my stomach. I took his tasty cock out of my mouth and stared at it. It was the biggest one I had ever seen! Then I took it back in to the hilt and began sucking on him like my life depended on it. It was a good thing my parents weren't home, because he bellowed out a scream of pleasure every time I went down. Finally I decided to stop. I didn't want him to cum yet. I wanted to feel it inside of me. Hell, it couldn't get me pregnant, since I was already knocked up, so I was anxious to feel his hot cock juice in my pussy. I left him panting, and he said, "Now it's my turn!" and flipped me over with surprising ease. There was no teasing from him, he went straight for my quivering, dripping pussy. I was in heaven as he (somehow) expertly navigated my pussy with his glorious tongue, playing with my sensitive clit and lapping up my juices like he had done it before. I later asked if he had ever eaten any of his girlfriends out, and he said no, but he learned techniques from the multitude of lesbian porn he watched. I could feel my first orgasm in months slowly building from deep inside of me. "Don't stop!" I cried, digging my fingers into his soft brown hair and grinding my pussy up to meet his face. He took my clit in his mouth and sucked on it, and I nearly fainted from the intensity of my orgasm. It overtook me, and every inch of my body was involved in the neverending ecstasy. Finally my orgasm subsided and I pushed his head away, shaking. He smiled at me and let me rest for a minute. When he saw I was okay again, he asked me to bend over into doggy style, which happened to be my all-time favorite position. I slowly raised myself up onto my knees and nearly started panting with anticipation. I almost screamed with pleasure when I felt the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I bucked back and his cock went in to the hilt. He let out a yell; I had forgotten he was a virgin and had never had anything so tight around his cock before. I apologized to him, but he shook his head and grinned at me, giving me a signal to do more. I fucked him while he stood still for at least five minutes when I felt another intense orgasm approaching. I told him to take over. Boy, did he ever. He fucked me like a madman, holding onto my wide hips and slamming into my cunt like a machine, over and over until my second orgasm swept over me and my top half collapsed into the pillows. "Oh, fuck! Fuck yes, fuck me! Break my pussy in half, you cumsucking asshole!" That was the first time I had ever spoken that vulgar and I heard Michael snickering behind me, but he never broke his stride. My orgasm kept on and on and on until I could take it no more, and then I felt Michael's cock begin to swell inside me. Finally, I was getting what I wanted for years! His hot cum exploded against my waiting cervix and triggered another, less intense orgasm. His cock finally deflated and he pulled out of me and laid next to me on his bed. "Wow. I mean, wow." That was all he could muster. "I never thought sex would be that good. Now I see what I've been missing out on." My heart skipped a beat when I heard my parent's loud van pull into the driveway. "Shit! Shitshitshitshit!!" We both scrambled to get our clothes on and I had just closed the door to my room when my mom yelled upstairs to us for help carrying in groceries. Michael smacked my ass as we passed in the hallway and I gave him a sly smile. We were definitely never going to do this again, but we sure enjoyed it.