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Whoops

By: scorpio00155



It started out as a quiet, normal Friday evening, I'd come home from work to find my dinner in the oven and Janice, my wife, out at the bingo, I'd eaten my dried out meal quickly, grabbed a bottle of whiskey and put a mucky video in the player, which was the nearest I came to sex these days. Upstairs I could hear Sara's, my eighteen year old daughter, stereo playing though not loudly enough to be disturbing as I settled back to enjoy the tape.

"Bollocks." I swore as the player made a grinding noise.

Jumping out of my seat I ejected the tape and checked to see if it was damaged, thankfully it wasn't, next I put a tape on which I had recorded a film off the telly into the machine, the film was crap and I didn't mind if it got screwed. Starting the player I heard the same grinding noise, all that appeared on screen was static and I swore a few times under my breath as I pressed every button in sight in an effort to clear the problem, the problem cleared all right, with a grinding thump the whole video went dead.

"Shit!" I said with meaning.

It was the fifth time the video player had gone wrong, it had already cost me more in repair bills than if I had bought a new one and this time I decided that enough was enough, I'd go out in the morning and get a new video. Knowing that I'd need help with this as I was totally ignorant where these things are concerned, believe it or not Janice was worse, I made my upstairs to ask Sara if she would be free to come to the shops in the morning.

Outside her door I listened for a moment to her music playing away then knocked on the door, there was no answer so I knocked again, deciding that she hadn't heard my knock over the noise of her stereo I opened the door. In the space of a heartbeat my cock went hard in the confines of my clothes, I know I should have backed out of there rather quickly, instead I stood in the doorway wide eyed and open mouthed staring at the sight of my daughter with a vibrator in her pussy, a tit in her hand and groan in her throat as she wanked herself. Even as I watched Sara shuddered, her body arching on the bed as she climaxed then flopping down as her peak faded, the hand holding the vibrator moved, I stared at her pussy then raised my eyes as she sat up on the bed.

"Daddy!" Sara gasped seeing me for the first time.

"I did knock." I said lamely.

What I should have felt was ashamed for watching her, what I actually felt was aroused as I stood there staring at Sara's young, naked body, I'd always know she was pretty, but seeing her like this brought home how beautiful she was. Pulling myself together I averted my eyes and went to back out of the room, Sara suddenly laughed which attracted my attention to her again.

"You may as well come in daddy," she grinned at me "I've nothing left to hide now."

Feeling like a little school boy I entered the room, sitting on the edge of the bed I looked at my daughter's face and grinned weakly.

"Sorry love," I said in a low embarrassed voice "I thought you hadn't heard me knock and well..."

"Don't worry about it dad," Sara grinned "I should have remembered to lock the door. What was it you wanted anyway."

Gulping and tearing my eyes away from her ripe young body I told her why I had come to her room.

"I'd love to help you pick a new video." she beamed "So what are you going to do now?"

"I hadn't given it a thought," I sighed trying to control my eyes "I suppose I'll have to watch telly or something."

Rising from the bed I headed for the door.

"Hang on dad and I'll keep you company." Sara called to me.

Glancing over my shoulder I saw her jump off the bed, grab a wrap and put it on, on the bed the vibrator lay glistening with her juices and I found myself wondering how they would taste and smell. Chiding myself for my thoughts I headed downstairs with Sara a couple of steps behind me, I flopped on the couch and grabbed my bottle of scotch while Sara poured herself a small gin and tonic. As she crossed the room towards an armchair she looked down at the floor, there lay the porno tape I had been going to watch, bending she picked it up while I cursed my own forgetfulness, Sara grinned as she read the label on the cassette box.

"This sounds like fun," she commented as she changed course and came to sit beside me on the couch "it says here that it's a tale of incestuous lust in the deep south. Is it any good?"

"I don't know," I replied taking the box from her and putting it on the table "I was going to watch it tonight."

Pouring myself a stiff drink I swallowed it in one go, my cock was still hard from having seen Sara at play and I wished that she would leave me alone for a while so that I could relieve my frustration. Sara shuffled closer and pressed against my arm, I was all too aware of her tit pressing against my arm, only a thin wrap hiding her charms, pouring another scotch I gulped it down.

""What made you buy that tape?" Sara asked quietly.

Feeling like the lad caught with his hand in the sweet jar I muttered an explanation, but the truth was that I had chosen it because I'd been excited by the subject matter, it didn't take Sara long to wheedle this out of me either.

"When do you watch these videos?" she asked.

"Whenever your mother is out at her bingo club," I grinned "she's usually gone until about midnight."

"Doesn't she ever wonder why you are so randy when she gets home?" she asked.

"She never bloody notices." I replied bitterly without thinking.

Realising what I'd said I looked at Sara, she smiled sadly at me then finished her drink, rising to her feet she got herself another drink and sat down again at my side. It was a strange situation altogether, talking about my non-existent sex life with my young daughter was both an embarrassment and a turn on.

"Poor daddy," Sara sighed "no nookie and no video or should that be the other way around?"

"Look Sara," I sighed "this really isn't the sort of thing we should be talking about."

"Why not?" she asked "Does it embarrass you talking about sex with me?"

"No, well, yes, a little." I replied "It's just that, well, your mother and I have our problems."

"Yeah," Sara agreed quietly "like mum not liking sex. You really didn't need to tell me you know, mum has already told me time and again how dirty sex is. Of course, she's wrong, something so nice can't be dirty."

I was a little shocked as her words indicated that my little girl was no longer a virgin, quite why this shocked me I don't know, but it did, it also excited me and I wondered who had been the first with her. Then Sara began talking about the film I had been going to watch, she seemed as fascinated with the subject as I had been when I had read the precise on the box.

"Do things like that really happen?" Sara asked after a while "Incest I mean."

"Quite frequently from what I understand." I replied "Usually between father and daughter and usually without the daughter's consent."

"Still," she grinned "there are some who agree."

"I suppose so." I replied.

"Did catching me, you know, turn you on daddy?" Sara asked suddenly.

"Yes." I admitted after a long hesitation.

My face burned as I blushed bright crimson at my admission, it seemed strange that my daughter, twenty-four years younger than me, was handling the situation much better than I was, she didn't even seem concerned by my unnatural arousal. Nodding Sara smiled at me, I was aware of her wrap slipping a little off one shoulder to expose more of her creamy white skin, forcing my attention to her face I waited for her to speak again, expecting to be reviled for my lusts. Sara's eyes flicked to the shoulder I had been gazing at, her lips curved as her smile grew broader, my blush grew deeper as I realised that she was more than aware of what I had been staring at.

"I like that." she smiled hugely, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Eh?" I gaped intelligently.

"I like the idea that you find me a turn on daddy." she laughed "It may sound strange, but I fantasise about you when I, you know."

Despite my shock at her words I found it amusing that Sara, for all her worldliness, seemed unable to bring herself to say either wanking or masturbating when referring to what I had caught her doing. I also felt aroused at her declaration that she fantasised about me while wanking, I had no idea whether it was common or not for a girl to have fantasies about her father.

"Sara, I think we should drop the matter." I said pouring myself another large scotch.

As I gulped down the fiery liquid Sara smiled sweetly then shrugged the wrap from her shoulders to reveal her naked young body, I sucked in a breath and stared at her as the scotch burnt a path down my throat. My mouth went dry as my daughter put her hands under her tits then lifted them as though for inspection, licking my lips I tore my eyes from her tits and stared at her face.

"Don't you think I'm pretty?" she asked rising to her feet.

The wrap remained on the couch as my daughter stood and struck a pose that revealed her fully to my startled, hungry gaze, my eyes lingered for a while on her ripe tits and her nipples which looked hard and aroused, then my gaze slid downwards to the tidy little 'V' of golden curls surrounding her pussy. My cock began to ache with the need for relief, all I could think of was how nice it would be to lay my daughter down and fuck her, shame and guilt had no place in my thoughts at all at that moment I'm afraid.

"You are beautiful!" I breathed at long last "Sara, you have no idea what you are doing to me."

"I think I do," she grinned sliding a hand down to her pussy "I think I'm getting you horny."

"Damn right!" I sighed as her fingers began to play with her clit.

"Can I see you daddy." Sara asked in a little girl voice that send a shiver of excitement up my spine.

What she was asking seemed only fair after my gazing at her body, but what would it lead to? Fearing an answer to my mental question I stood up and slowly began to undress, Sara's eyes following every move of my hands as they worked at the fastening of my clothes until at last I was as naked as she.

"Oh daddy," she sighed "what a gorgeous cock. May I touch him?"

Stunned at her adoring words I was struck dumb, without realising it I was nodding to her to proceed, she laughed and stepped towards me and I could smell the faint odour of her perfume, almost shyly she reached out a hand towards me. I gasped when her hand closed gently around my shaft, Sara looked down and began to slowly rub her hand up and down the length of my cock, her tongue flicking across her lips as she did so.

"You can touch me daddy." she breathed looking into my eyes.

What I saw in her eyes surprised and inflamed me, it was desire pure and simple, there was no doubt in my mind as to what my daughter wanted and the movement of her hand on my cock only confirmed this the more. Feeling like a hesitant virgin I reached out and pulled Sara to me, gently I placed my lips on hers and kissed her, the response she gave was hungry and demanding, feelings I was soon returning. Raising a hand to her tits I began to play with her young globes and pert little nipples while at the same time sliding my other hand down her body to her pussy and as my fingers slid into her tight little hole Sara gave a moan of sheer enjoyment, her body pushing down all the tighter onto my probing fingers as my thumb rubbed her clit. 

The sensations running through me as we played with each others bodies were both powerful and tender, it had been many months since I had even kissed a woman and that but a brief peck, my whole body began to ache with desire for my own daughter and I didn't give a damn, to me she was a woman, a woman that was willing and eager to share my lust. Sara pulled her head back parting our lips as she cried out her ecstasy at what I was doing to her, I groaned with the bliss her hand caused as it moved on my shaft and I knew that I could not wait any longer, I had to take her now or not at all. Forcefully I pushed my daughter down to the floor, lay over her young body, pushed open her legs and thrust my cock at her pussy, like a wire guided missile my cock surged into her pussy making Sara's cries grow louder and my pleasure even greater.

"OH GOD YES DADDY!" Sara was shouting "DO IT! DO IT TO ME HARD!"

The force of my pent up passion meant that I would have 'done it' to her hard in any case, with a cry of animal lust I began to fuck my daughter with thrust that were both fast and furious, our bodies crashing together as she rose to meet each stroke. Her cries rose to a strangled, gasping scream as her body bucked and writhed beneath me in orgasm, her already tight pussy getting even tighter as her muscles contracted with pleasure.

"OH JESUS SARA!" I cried leaning my head on her shoulder "I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"

"FILL ME DADDY," she cried back "I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT SPUNK RIGHT UP INSIDE ME!"

With a force that made the blood roar in my ears my seed exploded into her depths as I thrust into her one last time, her hips rising to meet me as her scream became a gurgle of delight and for a moment we lay taut and still, lost in overwhelming ecstasy. Then Sara gasped, her body relaxing then bucking beneath me as I began to move in her again, the whole situation more erotic than anything I had ever experienced before and to my delight my cock stayed hard inside her grasping pussy. Suddenly Sara was pushing at me in desperation.

"TAKE ME FROM BEHIND DADDY!" she cried out "PLEASE TAKE ME FROM BEHIND!"

Her pushes were explained and in a blur of motion we changed position, Sara on her hands knees with me pushing my cock into her from behind and reaching around her trembling body to grasp her tits and play with her clit. With a cry she pushed back against me, my cock gliding into her in a single motion, as I began to fuck her again my daughter moved in time to my thrusts with an abandon that would have been shocking if I had thought about it, but all my thoughts were focused on the pleasure her tight pussy was giving me. 

Minutes later Sara gasped then began to shake as an orgasm ran through her, her head tossed from side to side as she cried out her ecstasy and her cries of passion excited me all the more. Faster and harder I fucked her, her buttocks slapping against my belly as I thrust into her, her cries filling my ears, driving me on to new heights, new efforts until once again I felt the rush of my climax burning up my shaft. With a loud groan I pushed deep into her pussy to send my seed jetting into her very womb, Sara threw back her head and screamed then her arms collapsed and her shoulders fell to the floor, but her pussy was impaled on my cock and in that position I continued to fuck her for a few minutes longer.

Breathless and satisfied for the first time in I knew not how long I fell away from my daughters quivering body, she fell sideways to lie shaking and groaning on the carpet while I sat back on my heels sucking in great lungfuls of air. Eventually our bodies calmed. Sara twisted around and sat up, my seed beginning to trickle from her pussy onto the carpet as she smiled shakily at me.

"God," she gasped "mum must be mad to turn you down."

"For God's sake," I gasped back with a grin "don't let her hear you talk like that."

"It will be our little secret daddy." she smiled "Ooh I feel knackered. Thank you daddy."

"You're welcome daughter." I laughed while wondering why I felt no guilt.

Glancing at the clock I saw that the time was after eleven, reluctantly we dressed and with a last cheeky kiss Sara trotted off to bed while I sat up to wait for my wife's return, she may not like sex, but boy did Janice get the hump if I wasn't there to greet her when she came home from bingo.

Bright and early the next day Sara and I went to the shops to get the new video, I left the choice entirely up to her as she seemed to know exactly what all the jargon meant. When we got home she helped me to set the new video up, I needed her help, Janice was still out doing her own shopping and as we sat up from the video Sara leant over and kissed me.

"When does mum go to bingo again?" Sara asked as our lips parted.

"You know as well as I do that she goes every night." I grinned at her.

"Which means we can watch that film together tonight." Sara grinned "I'll sit on your lap like I did when I was a little girl, only this little girl is going to have a great big cock in her fanny while she watches the film."

The mere thought of what she was proposing made me wild with desire and I hoped that I could keep my hands off her until that evening as she laughed and bounced off to her bedroom.

Whoops



It had been an extremely long day. I was halfway through the second semester of my sophomore year in college and I had 4 different papers and projects due all in one day. A situation that would not have been anywhere near as daunting had I used the time wisely and hadn’t left it all until the evening before. As you may have guessed, I'm a pretty serious procrastinator. So after pulling an all nighter and handing in all of my work on time, when I finally stumbled back into my apartment one Friday afternoon I was exhausted and wound up tighter then a watch.

Entering the front door and switching on the lights, I quickly noticed that the apartment appeared to be vacant. At that time there were three other women living there with me, so having the place to myself was quite a rarity. I lived in what I assume they still call a 'quad' and while it was technically on campus, it wasn’t considered one of the dorms. If someone can explain how that works to me that'd be great because I never got it even though it was explained to me numerous times.

The apartment was simply a large rectangle with a living room/kitchen in the middle and two rooms on either side for each of us girls. It wasn’t a large or extravagant place but it was enough space for the four of us, especially considering that seldom were all four of us there at the same time. My room was on the left side of the apartment, the side that faced the inside of the building and therefore had no windows. I didn’t mind that too much other then not knowing if it was raining or snowing or even what time of day it was after waking up from a night of drinking. The only real problem with the place was that there were no hookups for the computer network in the individual rooms, just one hookup with a router in the living room. I argued for weeks with my roommates to all go in on buying a wireless one but they didn’t seem to care much; I was the only one concerned with not being able to look at cheesy net porn and get off at night.

These roommates of mine were not exactly ‘open’ people. Two were Abercrombie bitches (I say that with love) and Anna – the girl that is featured in this wonderful little vignette – was Mormon or Mennonite or some such thing. She always had reasons and rules why she couldn’t do this or that… it was really irritating even thought she was certainly the nicest girl of us four. So you can imagine that my extreme openness was not something they were particularly happy about. They dealt with it well enough, but my usual habits of spending time around the house nude, masturbating whenever (or wherever) I was horny and using the bathroom with the door open were a no-no. I got away with occasionally wandering around in an open robe or in underwear but that’s as far as I went; as shitty as it was, I truly wanted to be careful as to not make them too uncomfortable. I may be a show off slut but I do try to be sensitive to others.

It matters not to the story but some of you might be curious as to what Anna looked like. She was roughly 5’6 in height, somewhere around 140lbs., with dark hair and eyes. She had amazing legs from volleyball or swimming or discus or whatever she did, but as you might expect she hid them rather well. I was only able to see her naked once (from fucking with the doorknob on the bathroom so it wouldn’t close right and ‘accidentally’ walking in on her); large, globe shaped C cups with puffy nipples, somewhat of a ‘ghetto’ booty and a rather large unkempt bush. I guess it really isn’t necessary to keep the grass mowed if you never have any people over. But I digress…

So here is me with the place to myself and all, knowing Abercrombie and Fitch (my names for the two trendy girls) were both at class and Anna was already home for the weekend as she didn’t have any Friday classes. I figured this was a prime opportunity to get a little rowdy and have some fun. As I mentioned before, my body was full of tension and I needed release.

Within 30 seconds of arriving home I had stripped myself naked, clothes strewn around the living room and kitchen. I made myself something to drink with the last of the Bacardi that we had, and plunked down at the computer to look at some ‘adult images’.

We didn’t have a big stereo system in our place as we usually spent time in friend’s apartments for music and partying and such, so I listened to some music with my headphones while I surfed. After about a half hour I began to download a few rather large movie files that one of my pervert guy friends had sent me and I quickly dozed off waiting for them to finish. When I awoke it was dark. I panicked momentarily as I thought someone would be back by now but a quick check of the bedrooms proved I was still alone. By this time the files were done and I spread my legs open to play with myself as I watched. I had both legs up onto of the desk with one hand rubbing my clit and the other teasing my now fully erect nipples.

After about 15 minutes of fun I start to feel myself build; my pussy was now completely drenched and there was significant moisture all over my legs and the chair beneath me. I don’t usually use toys but at that moment I desperately needed something inside of me so after a quick search of the desk I found a sizeable glue stick that fit quite nicely into my pussy. As the climax of the movie came near mine did as well… I began to lose myself in my own pleasure. I slowly moved my free hand from my nipples underneath me to my ass. Already lubricated with my juices, my finger slid into my puckered hole very easily. I was never a big moaner, but there were definitely some primal sounds coming out of my throat at that point.

In the blissful split second before I pushed myself over the edge, over the sound pumping from the headphones, I heard a shrieking voice scream my name.

“BRITTNEY HOLY SHIT!”

My eyes flew open to see Anna staring down at me from across the desk, a horrified look upon her face from catching me in such a compromising position. I was almost ready to laugh from hearing her say the word ‘shit’ but I then noticed two other figures in the room, standing closer to the door.

A tall, 50ish man with grey hair and a much shorter, heavyset woman stood just inside the doorframe. The woman’s face was as white as talcum power and the man had eyes a big a saucers set above his tomato-red cheeks.

Anna had, apparently, brought her parents to come see her apartment at school.

For what seemed like 30 seconds (but was undoubtedly far less) I was frozen as were my ‘visitors’. Nobody said or did anything even though I’m sure much more blood was rushing into Anna’s father’s face. I was completely naked, spread eagle, a wet glue stick protruding from my slit and my middle finger in my ass past the second knuckle… completely on display in full view of my roommate and her deeply devout parents.

Once I regained what little sense I had in the first place I moved my left leg ever so slightly inward, in order to put my legs down and make a hasty retreat to my room. The two objects in my holes moved slightly as well, and at that point I completely lost it. With a moan I came, and came hard. Sweet juice gushed from now gaping cunt, pushing out the glue stick and further exposing my private parts. My finger inadvertently was shoved in and out of my asshole due to my up and down bucking motion that accompanied my orgasm.

Soon my breathing returned to normal and I closed my legs, still slick with my liquids. I covered my chest with my hands and looked up to see Anna still standing in the same spot with the same bewildered look on her face, but her parents were no longer in the room. I waited for her to say something but she never did, I just watched her face get red as she looked away and went back outside, undoubtedly to speak to her parents.

We talked about it briefly later the evening (her parents never did come back inside to see the place, nor did she ever tell me what they thought of the whole thing) and much to my disappointment the experience had not made her any less uptight, any more willing to open her mind a little and try new things. We never became very good friends and although we still talk once in a while online about simple, trite topics such as how is work and school and the like, I doubt I will ever see her again. Despite that, I still get off thinking about that night… the night I completely exposed every part of myself. The night I showed my squeaky clean roommate and her equally dull parents what life is REALLY like.



Whoops



I stared lazily out the fogging window of his little red car, curling into my seat as my head started to lull to the side, my eyes lazy and half lidded. I passed him the piece, feeling guilty for taking so many hits without sharing. He instead put the piece into his pocket without another suck on it. A grin curved my lips as I watched this moment, somewhere in the back of my mind I noted that he made sure that I got quite a few more hits than he did. As I giggled with a cute uncontrollable shrill to my voice at my thoughts, he sat there driving along the unfamiliar country roads with a smile and un-muddied thoughts clear in his eyes. Sneaky bastard.

We talked. We talked about nothing really. I made a lot of casual references about the people I had been with and the men I had dated, then mentally chastised myself for bringing them up. We talked about our town and driving on snow, his still room mate who happened to be my ex, my new kinky lifestyle, and even my degree as we passed by the Comp Sci building, causing a languid pointed finger of acknowledgement from me.

I never turned to look at him. Only once to see how to use the unfamiliar piece, trying the whole time not to look at his lips as they hugged around the one-hit pipe. The rest of the time I sat curled in the seat, face forward, even as it lulled, eyes fixed on the icy roads and the buildings as they passed. I foggily recognized that things were looking familiar again, my brain starting to warm up as synapses started to fire -- he was taking me home.

I teased and flirted, cajoled and tried the whole time to keep the excitement and need out of my voice. Just like you don't let the car salesman know you really want the car -never let a man know that you are desperate for his touch and company, they only raise the price. As we pulled into the half circle driveway, I said in the calmest voice I could manage, trying to keep the anxiety and hopefulness out of my tone, that he could park around back and come up for a bit.

I held my breath thinking he would pull in front of the doors and park his car. Turn and give me a sad smile, then tell me 'he really shouldn't, he had to be getting back, and it was getting late'. I sat facing forward still, not realizing my shoulders and legs were tensing, ready for the rejection. He started pulling away from the drive heading towards the back of the building. I numbly navigated him to the parking lot, still trying to sound un-invested, drawing on my experience that boys tend to spook worse than horses when it comes to a girl showing too much interest.

We joked and flirted harmlessly as we walked to the back door of the building. I smiling because I rarely liked to be at the disadvantage of being addle minded when seduction was the theme of the night. He smiling, because I had to put my arms out and balance as I tried to walk on the ice, the glint in his eye saying that he might know what he was up to all along with his casual offer for a drive and some pot.

We put a movie on and did the shuffle on the bed for a bit as we sat in my room. You know the one where you sit on opposite ends of the bed, then slowly inch closer, and find reasons to be in the other person's spot when they get up to go to the bathroom. Finally, after some play over 'who's corner it was' we settled with him wedged to the corner and myself curled to his side with my head resting on his chest and stomach. I tried to talk casually. My tone in tight control. The task becoming nearly impossible as his large masculine hands moved to my hair, fingers stroking along my tresses as they stuck up and twisted and spiked in my punky style. His fingers periodically switch from stroking my hair as though I were a pet, to scratching at my scalp gently though firmly. I was puddy in his hands at that moment and he knew it. As I tried to converse, pausing regularly as I lost my thoughts, he poked fun at my easy placation and I, dimly, thought that I needed to play hard to get, make him chase me, don't make it so easy this time...

His path moved to stroke down the column of my neck and shoulder, his fingers rubbing up along my jaw. My poor self trying desperately to control the shivers and trembles that would give him too much knowledge of my current state, and too much power.

What did he even say, just then before he turned my face up to his, my chin barely above his chest? What initiated that moment that curled him down from high above me to press his lips to mine? Maybe it was magic. As I thought it must be when I felt the first gentle press, so un-insistent, so tender, so sensual, and so wonderful. I thought it was a lost art form, that I was just singular in my kissing tastes. But how cruel it was as he delicately stroked my tongue with his, as his sucked at my lips, as he paused to brush just the surface of our lips across each other, to taunt me with such appetizing and addictive kisses. Already undone, I shuddered into his hold even more as my hand came up to cup his jaw and I felt the soft and silky stubble that had formed there.

As we broke apart for a moment, turning back to watch the forgotten movie while our brains hummed with energy and tried desperately to block out the words of warning and caution. I crawled further up on his chest, trying to get closer than I already was. His face turned to bury in my hair as he took a deep breath of it, smelling me. We came together again shortly after as he turned my face up to him again. I fuzzily thought I had to stop this, before I became addicted to these kisses that would likely never be mine again after the spell of the evening was broken.

He made some funny comment about angles, I didn't hear it. All I heard was the moment he asked to move above me. Because that's what he was doing, bad angle or not, it was a moment of silent permission before he stepped from the bed, then turned me over by a hold on my arm and moved to hold himself above me.

I had moments of not thinking, barely breathing, solely focused on the sensations those lips and tongue provided to my own of each. My thoughts forming one whispered and unconscious thought over and over again, "Please." I sent hands down to explore his back and ass, finding a belt loop and using it to maneuver him between my legs during one of our breaks as reason tried to fight to rule his mind again.

He went there easily, and returned his lips to my abandoned ones, instantly crushing his pelvis to mine, grinding into me as though it were a familiar place to be. As we kissed and broke away, and kissed and grinded, he would leverage himself to push more tightly against me, sometimes using his hips to lift me up and hook my body in a way that would rub my sex more usefully against his own. There was a moment of worry, I tensed my muscles as I felt teeth brush the skin of my neck, his jaw dropping to open his mouth wide. He rubbed his teeth gently at my tender skin, never hurting, never sharp as so many bites were. Just a smooth friction of teeth on my skin that he performed several times on both sides. I shook beneath him. I shuddered into him. I trembled for him. Please.

At some point he moved to rub his thumb against my clit through my jeans, I never met his eyes as I said my thoughts aloud, reminding him that he was only allowed to kiss. The thought had been circling to the forefront of my mind the entire evening, particularly as I sat on the bed listening to him talk with his girlfriend, assuring her that he would be home soon and to go back to sleep. What a fraud I was as he would stop and pull away, trying to calm his nerves amongst other things, and I, so unforgiving, would pull him back on to me. We'd grind and kiss more feverishly for a few moments longer before he would pull away again. Finally pulling away to stand the last time.

I lay back on the bed trying to jog my thoughts, trying to slow my pulse, trying not to reason, and beg and plead that he not leave me. But I knew. I knew I couldn't push. I couldn't insist. I couldn't at any moment guilt him as he no doubt already felt it intensely, just as I knew the terms of which he was 'allowed' to kiss me were probably a little fuzzy and less endorsed than implied. But I wouldn't ask. What I didn't know could keep me in those arms, whereas having my suspicions confirmed would only force my conscience to pull me away.

He stood, so tall, towering over me with his shoes and jacket firmly on. I standing tensely before him after he pulled me from the bed. I pressed to him, losing all reserve, thinking instead of scaring him away -- that he was already running and these would be the last few kisses I would get. As we kissed I grabbed the collar of his jacket and began to walk us back to the door, pressing my back to it as he complied and trapped me to it with his body. He then bent to grab my legs out from under me, holding me midair, my pelvis balanced on his as the rough denim of our jeans grinded into each other.

He let my legs drop, and leaned forward to kiss me again, tugging me away from the door I blocked, admitting to it as I accused him of doing such. He made half grief-moaned excuses saying things like 'I stayed an hour and a half longer than I thought I would. I have to get home. Please'. Somehow the word felt much worse in a much different way when he said it.

My back and shoulders tensed, my head unconsciously dipping down to hang as I tried to regain my composure and let him go. Let him go after four years without him, four years of occasionally remembering the handsome, sensual, powerful roommate of my then boyfriend. The one that brought me more frequently to their home than the man I was seeing. The one that so nearly kissed me in his best friend's bed years ago, although we managed to pull apart ...that time. .. We seem to have a knack for kindling this companionship and burning attraction whenever the other was unavailable.

As he exited out the back door of my building, I returned to my room, sliding out of my pants as I slid to the floor. I pulled the toy from my sock drawer, unsheathing it of its red velvet bag and without much warning plunging it into my already soaked and desperate pussy. I came several times, so wet it would spray out around my hand and against my thighs with every forceful slam of my toy into myself, all the while thinking of his teeth on my neck. Recalling dimly that it all started with a kiss to my knuckles and a moan from my lips.

I wish I could weep for the loss. I wish I could cry for the uncertainty. I wish I could scream at the unfairness. But mostly I want to hope for a future.



Whoops Ch. 01



Following some very helpful comments from readers I have rewritten this story and separated out their adventures with Mel the older sister. I hope this story now reads better and makes for a more enjoyable piece. You comments are welcomed. 

*

My sister looked at me and laughed, we were in my bedroom and it was late and we were very drunk.

"Go on then take them off!"

I looked at my scruffy well worn jockeys and shrugged. 

Wait that's jumping ahead. I need to go back a while and explain why we were in the situation we were in. Let me introduce myself and my sisters.

I'm James and I'm thirty eight, in pretty good shape, although since giving up regular Sunday league football I'd gained more than half a stone. To be fair though those eleven pounds were not all on my belly, but I knew I should get some exercise soon. Oh yes! and I have brown eyes, the only one in the family that does. My Mum and Dad used to say I was adopted, which wound me up pretty good, they were joking of course, but at seven or eight that was a nightmare that wouldn't go away.

Annie's thirty three, blue eyes, she's pretty tall, long legged and skinny. Not scrawny skinny, but just adequately covered. I think she'd prefer it if I said she was "Willowy" rather than skinny, but she's my kid sister, so she's always been skinny to me. "Scraggy Annie" we used to call her when she was little, which considering she was as tall as me by age eleven shows how thin she was. She is dark haired, which she keeps long, just as it was when she was a kid and she tans easily. 

She's intelligent, but not pushy or aloof about it. She has the worst taste in music, ever, ever. She's good at racket sports and plays a mean game of table football, she's not bad on a real pitch either. At eleven and onwards when all her friends started to develop little puppies under their tops, Annie didn't and as far as I can recall that's still the case. Guess Mother Nature had to compensate for the big titted ladies around and Annie got the short straw. She'd had her fair share of pain about it from the boys and some of the girls, but she just shrugged it off. 

I bet, if she wanted too, she could be snapped up by the fashion agencies, except she loves her job and here life as it is. Anyway as kids we never played Show Me Yours, or Doctors and Patients or anything like that. We saw each other naked often, especially at bath times and such, but we never seemed that interested. I think we had a pretty good childhood. Holidays on the beaches, endless sun, Ice Creams, chips. That's how I remember it anyway.

We have an older sister: Mel or Melanie, married with kids, great husband. They have a manageable mortgage and go in for all the festive trimmings come Christmas, which is where we usually end up. 

Good old, sensible, down to earth Mel. She has great big boobs and a curvy figure, Annie reckons Mel stole her boob genes, as she's so over generously provided for. We both loved her dearly, but she is so bossy with us we regulated our visits to once or twice a year to keep it bearable. Mum said she suffers from Older Sibling Syndrome!! Mel is forty three but looked mid-thirties. So much for kids aging you! I try to phone Mel monthly or else I get my Mum on the phone saying Mel's worried about me as I never call.

Meanwhile Annie and I are still unattached and ended up living at opposite ends of the country. We see each other two or three times a year and alternate between each others houses. I'm a website designer in the South East and I'm doing OK. 

Annie works in the oil industry up in Aberdeen, real techy stuff. She goes out on the platforms and has a team of guys working for her. She's doing really well and I don't blame her for going where the work is. Quite often she'll swap a visit for me up there, if she's got to come to London for a meeting at the Companies Head Office, although it's usually sleep and run for her, but we get time to chat and share a glass of wine and a meal.

As for what we did after finishing sixth form , well while Annie went to Uni I went to the pub. She studied hard, I lived off the dole and Mum and Dad. When she got a first class honours degree, I got a serious de-merit for pissing it all up against a wall. Our parents despaired of me and worshiped Annie, well so did I; I guess.

Our parents have retired to Spain, and that means a free fortnights holiday in the sunshine, well apart from the cost of a flight and few meals out. They fuss over us when we arrive, but by the second week we're all done in on "family" and can't wait for it to be over. Even so I love my Mum and Dad totally and can't find a way to say sorry enough for the fuck ups or thank you's for the love and support they gave me even when I looked like a loser.

For me reaching twenty seven was a pivotal year. I decided to put my wasted years behind me and actually do something with my life. I got a grown up proper job and they paid for my part time degree course, which I passed with a distinction. I joined a gym, learned to play squash and badminton then joined a team in a local Sunday amateur football league.So here I am. I love my job, my mates and where I live. I also love Annie's visits.

It was Annie's turn to come down to me. She flew on a shuttle flight to Heathrow and picked up a hire car, then drove over to my place. Annie is independent and would never, ever, allow me to come and pick her up. She arrived and dumped her bags in the spare room. It seems ages since we'd seen each other and we had a lot of catching up to do. We had tea and sat and brought each other up to date on work, play and partners.

Well it seems we'd both landed our ideal jobs, had great friends and a reasonable social life, but somehow the love of our lives hadn't made it to the party so far and we were both still unattached.

I suggested we went for a meal at the pub, which we did, walking so we could have a drink (or three). After a decent enough meal we then wandered back and demolished two bottles of a little known German red wine. I'd picked these up from a walking tour in the Rhine Valley a couple of years ago and it seemed a good time to crack them open. 

Somehow we got onto the subject of our being unattached, which led to general drunken silliness over our looks and sexiness.

"Maybe the word is out about how deformed you are, you know, down there!"

Annie giggled

"Funny, well perhaps I could say the same about you, not enough light in the attic to find out if the chimney needs sweeping!"

We traded back and forth, then Annie went quiet.

"I am odd looking though, aren't I? I'm too skinny, no boobs, my hips are too wide and I've got a scrawny bum."

"Babe you're fine, it's just that Mr Right hasn't met you yet."

"Right, but listen to this; last year on the beach in Spain, I was topless and a bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me mate do you have a light?" " 

I collapsed laughing, imagining her look and his as she turned round.

Well I'll tell you what, if I show you my willy you've got to show me your boobs."

"Like that's going to happen perver, anyway you've nothing I need to see, and I've nothing you can see, so there."

We laughed and hugged, then Annie's eyelids drooped, bedtime I guess. I suggested we should go to our beds but as we went upstairs we continued to goad each other. Without thinking she followed me into my bedroom. Then Annie grabbed my arm winked,

"Go on then you show me yours and I'll show you mine!"

I giggled and said she wasn't old enough to see me naked it would spoil her for other men. She roared and suggested I wasn't man enough to show myself off to a real woman. She slipped her dress off and stood in her underwear.

"Right then Buster, let's see the merchandise, what's God given you then for the delight of women?"

"I'll have you know, many a woman has swooned at the sight of me naked."

"Swooned or passed out?"

"Probably passed out, but hey let's not get picky."

"Go on then take them off!" 

She nodded at my pants, the rest of my clothes were lying on the floor by my feet by now. Neither of us had ever been able to resist a challenge from the other. She licked her lips suggestively, then grinned. Annie looked down to her matching bra and knickers, a creamy silk set, trimmed with lacy edges, her tanned skin setting off the colour so well. She must have very tiny tits, well her bra is flat against her chest, so I'm guessing A cup. Her legs are long and shapely and currently end in those silk knickers that match her bra. 

"Come on, you said if you showed me your willy, then I'd have to show you my tits, well come on then, get it out, show me your willy."

I looked at my scruffy well worn jockeys and shrugged.

Annie, began to gyrate her hips and push her chest out, 

"Jamie's gonna show me his willy, Jamie's gonna show me his willy.."

I grinned and slowly lowered my pants, letting her see the one eyed trouser snake. She looked at me, then her mouth open and she screamed .

"What on earth is that?" she said pointing.

"My cock," I said a little embarrassed.

"Oh My God, you poor thing, it's so small." then laughing she whipped her bra up and showed off her flat chest with two tiny pink pin pricks that were her nipples. I gasped and laughed at her tiny pink nubbins, there were no areola around either, just two tiny pink bumps on her flat chest.

"Wow, you've got no tits at all, they're tiny like..."

"Bee stings!" she laughed, and you've got no cock, it's just a big clit." she giggled unashamedly, as I flushed red. Then I laughed at her unabashed enjoyment of the situation. She unsnapped her bra and tossed it to one side.

Then she reached out and ran her finger over my cock, which hardened completely. I reach over and ran a finger tip over her nipples, we both shuddered at the touch of another person. I flattened my hand and ran it round her chest, seeing her nipples harden and just about point out.

"Mmmmmmmm, I like that big brother, keep it up and I might let you into my knickers yet," 

she sighed and pushed her chest against my circling hand. I felt the feint imprint of her buds in my palm as I caressed her heavenly chest. I felt her hand rest over my cock, it just filled the palm of her hand and she began to caress my cock with it. I knew I had very little time before I came, but as I opened my mouth to warn her it happened. 

Annie ignored the huge snail trail of cum, running off her hand onto my cock and the floor and continued to gently rub my cock. I gasped as it began to harden again, I'd never managed that before. Annie was now pressed against me her hand on my cock and the other holding my waist as her legs parted round my knee and she was pushing her crotch against it. I came again as Annie gasped and cried and her thighs tightened round my knee.

"Fuck, fuck that's good, oh no, here I come again," she gripped my knee between her thighs and ground herself against me and her thighs gripped and relaxed. She screamed again and shuddered, pushing her chest into my hand and nearly sending me toppling backwards. I put a hand on the floor as I made to pinch her nipples with the free one.

"No not like that, not like that, gently, yes like that, mmmm, like that oh, oh, oh, oh, oooooooooohhhhhhhh." 

Annie slumped against me and we fell onto the floor in a heap. We held each other tightly, feeling our naked bodies hard against each other. Later as we cooled down I pulled the duvet off the bed and wrapped it round us, feeling her tighten against me as I dropped into a gentle deep sleep.

We woke almost together, our bodies tangled around each other, arms and legs sticking against the others. We groaned and attempted to untangle ourselves, my crotch glued to her knickers by my dried cum. I winced as she moved to part our thighs, feeling her silky crotch move away from me.

"Oh God I feel rough, we got well bladdered last night," she said, sitting up, then dragging the duvet round her bare shoulders, leaving my legs bare and cold. 

I reached up and stroked her hair, then gradually pulled her face close, we kissed. This wasn't a sibling kiss, this was deeper and longer than that. We part and she smiled,

"Mmmmm, nice, thank you," She bent and gently kissed me, then sat up again. "Sorry but I need to pee, come on, you can get the shower going, so it's warm enough for me." 

She pushed the duvet off us and stood, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her thighs, turning from me she bent to roll them down past her knees, awkwardly stepping out of them, as I gazed up at her glorious arse spread out before me. 

Turning she stood legs slightly apart as I gazed in awe at her bare pubis. Her lips were slightly parted too and I really wanted to view her inner pussy. As if she knew my thoughts, she knelt opening her legs and letting me view her inner sex. I felt a surge in my cock and realised I was fully stiff. Annie gazed at my cock and smiled.

"Hmmm, now I see its full size I think I want it inside me, I'm pretty moist so push it in brov."

She knelt over my thighs and lowered her beautiful pussy onto my cock. I felt her slippery tunnel swallow me up. 

"Not bad, feels nice, let me do the work, you concentrate on holding back." 

With that she began to gently gyrate her hips, lifting slightly as she eased into a rhythm that was giving me the most incredible feeling. She began to to pant and her hands shifted to my chest as she balanced her body on my cock. The feel of her moist inner self was unbelievable, I felt I had to concentrate to avoid cumming instantly. All the time she was moving and twisting and swaying round my pole. 

I managed a creditable twenty minutes by which time Annie was lost in her orgasm. As she peaked I lost it and my cock blasted wave after wave of cum into her exquisite womb.

Coming down Annie dropped onto my chest and my cock, plopped out of her, still leaking cum. I felt the cum I'd pumped into her, dripping back onto my groin, as she lay on me holding tight. We kissed and held each other, until feeling cold we detached and I helped her to her feet and we padded into the bathroom. She sat legs wide open and pissed. A huge thick stream jetting from between her lips, making a roaring noise as it hit the water in the toilet bowl.

I fiddled with the shower until it felt warm enough and told her it was ready. She rose, wiggled, giggled and walked to the shower, sliding the door open she slipped in as I went to the toilet and emptied my bladder on the top of her offering. Finishing I flushed and went to the shower stall. I slid the door open and joined her inside. Soaping my hands I slid them round her chest and massaged her tiny nipples. She sighed and lay back against me. We took our time ensuring we were very, very clean before coming out and drying each other carefully with my warm fluffy towels.

We went back to our own bedrooms and dressed, meeting at the top of the stairs to kiss and go downstairs for breakfast. Moving round the kitchen I prepared tea, toast, cereal, fruit juice, jams and honey.

"I suppose, one of us has to say "we need to talk"," I said, holding her chair out as she sat down.

"Well we do Jamie, what happened happened and things will never be the same again between us," she smiled and reached for her tea.

"I don't regret it, not one second, well maybe the amount of alcohol, but that aside it was the most brilliant sublime day of my life." I grinned and and picked my spoon up.

"I agree with you, thank God I thought you might be all wound up and guilt ridden and stuff." she fed herself as she talked.

"I can see we've set ourselves up for all sorts of trouble, but you know what, I couldn't give a toss, I love you,"

"Love you too brov, I think I always have, just didn't realise it. Oh God what will Mel say?"

I dreaded telling her but couldn't see how to avoid it, we were all very close, keeping in touch, we tell each other everything.

"We should go see her and tell her face to face."

"yeah that will be fun, Hi Mel we're just popping in to say we're bonking each other and we love it. She'll go ape shit."

"Well you could find a way to rephrase that and make it sound a little bit more tender and romantic. I really don't want people to think I'm just your fuck buddy." Annie grinned and scooped the last of her cereal in.

"Oh! ok, I'll work on it while we travel over to her." I grinned and she punched my arm.

"Twit, you know exactly what I mean, and it is more than just sex for you isn't it?" she looked at me pleadingly.

"Yes it is!" I replied, grabbing her hand and kissing it, "This is the best thing that's happened to me, ever."

"Good, now eat your breakfast, then we'll go back to bed and talk it over properly."

"We aren't going over to Mel's are we?"

"Not today honey bun, I think there are some finer details about sex with you I need to check out."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No more a consumer taste test, amongst other things."

"Do you know I've suddenly found I'm completely full!"

"No shit Sherlock?"



Whoops - An Other Man's Wife



This story is the product of a diseased and febrile mind. As such, it is fiction. Having said that; All my stories are true, even the ones I make up.

Copyright 2007 L_D_Darrow

I wish to thank hammer17 for taking the time to edit my offering. All mistakes are mine solely, whether planned or not.

*

As I had run out of loose cash, I was going to call it a night when a girl sat beside me. She wasn't pretty, or in all that good of shape, but I had been drinking a bit and being a man, she looked good. The two essential qualities she did have was, one; no wedding ring, and two; she was lonely. Or horny. After a few beers it looks the same. And she looked to have had a few.

It didn't take that long, till she invited me to her place. Now even with the beers I had, I quickly realized a man lived here, and in her bedroom. Jean said to me when I asked. "Relax Larry, It's my boyfriend's stuff, he is in the process of moving out."

Good enough for me I said to myself. Well we had a wild time and she finally passed out, a smile on her face. I decided that I'd be better off leaving at this point, something didn't feel right about the situation. I turned over grabbed my clothes from the floor, put them on the bed and noticed the gun pointing at me.

A voice, still in the shadows said quite calmly. "I don't think you should move just now."

I noticed the gun was rock steady, pointing at the middle of the bed, the distance was too far for me to even consider attacking.

The voice continued. "Are you one of those that creep around and rape women in their own home?"

"Not hardly." I didn't want to say too much.

"Then why are you in bed with my wife?"

"It was her idea, I met her at Smittie's bar."

"And you didn't notice the rings on her hand?"

To be honest I was a little nervous. "There are NO rings on her hand. That is the one thing I always check for. She said her boyfriend was in the process of moving out."

"Oh? ... Show me her hand. Move slowly."

"Sure."

I reached out and pulled her left hand from under her. She moaned a little but was out. I held her hand up so her ring finger was in his view.

"Ok, but just how many drinks did you buy her?"

His voice was less tense, but he wasn't relaxed. "I was just leaving the bar, because I was broke. She sat down beside me."

"Show me."

I let her hand drop it made a tiny slap on her hip. Then slowly pulled my wallet out to show him it was empty.

The gun pointed at the ceiling, then disappeared. "Get dressed, I'll make coffee, we need to talk."

I was more than willing to agree to that, I used the bathroom, cleaned up and went looking for him. He was a fair looking guy, with a tired strained look on his face. There was no sign of the gun.

I said "Look I'm really sorry--"

He broke in. "Forget it, I'm not angry with you, and I won't hurt her, physical. This wasn't her first time, just the first time I was able to catch her."

We talked a while and I found myself liking him, and feeling sorry for him. I was amazed at his question. "I saw you have a truck. Jean made a really good suggestion, it's time that I moved out. Problem is I don't have a place to move too. My job keeps me on the road a lot. I thought Jean and I were building a future."

"Paul... My ex moved out months ago. I have a spare room with its own bath and it's near the back door."

He sat there thinking, and a slow smile started to grow on his face. "When can I move in?"

I looked at my watch and said. "It's only 11pm, how about now?"

"Okay. Would you do something for me? A parting present for my soon to be ex-wife."

I was fairly sure what he wanted. "Yes, I'll do that for you."

We made a few trips to my place with his stuff. It was early morning but not yet light when we got the last load. He wasn't leaving her much. I went back into the bedroom. She had thrown up once. We cleaned her off but left the mess on the floor. I stripped and got in bed with her. It took a while but with coaching I started to get her motor running. I did not cum in her this time, I did not like her, and we only needed to get the pictures. Paul said "Thanks" and we left to go home.



Whoops Ch. 02



I stared lamely at the screen, in slight disbelief. My eyes travelled the conversation in the IM box over and over again. I read in some sort of guilted horror, the teasing, the flirting, and the blatant invitation. My mind barely making sense of the moment he clearly committed to that blatant invitation. 

He was coming over. No accident this time. No momentary lip-locking while under the influence. No illusions of 'going for a ride' or 'watching a movie'. It was right there in Times New Roman. I desperately wanted to suck a cock. And he was willing to deliver. 

It was just teasing really; I didn't think anything would come of it. Even as I hurried about my room stashing away dirty clothes and putting the paper towels conveniently within reach, I still expected him to flake out. I expected him to recall that his girlfriend was waiting at home in his bed, expecting him to get off work soon. I expected to wait for an hour or so before getting a message that said he was 'just kidding' or 'didn't think we were being serious'. That would be best really. But as I looked at the screen a new message scrolled up. 

"I'm here."

My stomach felt like it would float away. My knees were shaking and my palms were sweaty. I couldn't seem to catch my breath. But I still turned the handle, and went to the back stairwell peeking through the door that led to the parking lot. I thought I would choke on my own breath as I saw him standing there. 

I let him in and immediately turned for the stairs. Walking away from him quickly, as I keyed the door and then re-entered the hallway, I was all business. I had to be. As we walked inside my room, he made some comment about the white wife-beater I wore being a nice touch. I said something sultry and casual to make it seem like it wasn't for his sake. But that was a lie. The lights were off. There was music playing. I was wearing an opaque white wife-beater with no bra underneath and loose gym pants that I knew hugged my ass, but hung from my hips. There was nothing casual about the eyeliner I had carefully applied in my hurry to get ready in the half an hour I had. This was all a farce. No doubt he knew it. 

As I went to shut off the final light that hung over my desk, deciding belatedly that it was too bright and I needed darkness to bolster my courage. The light flicked off as I sucked in one last breath to grow my bravado; then I turned to him, taking two steps forward to close the distance between us as he stood, still in his shoes, but with his jacket off and hanging on the hook behind him. 

I pressed to him after a moment's hesitation, taking the moment to marvel at his height as he towered over me and the unfamiliar feeling of it. But it didn't stop me for long, our lips finally meeting again after I silently tortured myself by playing the details of that night over and over in my mind throughout the week. The kisses were hurried and almost surprisingly tender and familiar. His tongue licked over mine a few times to deepen the kiss but we both knew the kissing was as much a farce as the rest of it. My hand wriggled between our bodies, moving with only a few second-thought-passes at his thighs and pelvis. But it found its target, as my fingers wrapped around the length of his cock through his tight fitted jeans. 

I stroked him through his jeans, rubbing intently at the bulging head once I found it, our lips still meeting in the half forgotten kisses. He would lean forward every so often to set teeth into the taut flesh of my neck, harder this time than the last; it startled me a bit. But my hand still kept at its work, my mind dimly thinking that he might still stop me. Any moment he would push me away and say something redeeming like:

"I just can't do this. I'm sorry."

Then run dramatically out the door as I stood there alone and frozen, watching him go. 

But he didn't. 

Even as I slid down his body, pressing kisses to his T-shirted chest as an afterthought while I made my way down to my knees. 

I had a moment to smirk to myself, dipping my chin and laughing in my thoughts, mostly at myself as he sucked in his stomach when my fingers found the button of his jeans. But as the button popped open and my fingers pulled the zipper down, I forgot all of the disillusioning details of the moment including the smell of Mexican food that hung thickly in the air around him. Shaking my head at myself, I pressed forward to wrap the head of his cock in the warmth of my mouth as it lay to the side, trapped beneath his boxer briefs. I sucked and kissed at the head until the material was wet with my saliva. 

Not bothering with the annoying little combination-lock-opening at the front, I tugged the waist of his boxer-briefs down until his cock sprang free. Barely taking time to even note its size or appearance in the dark, I leaned my face forward and wrapped my lips around the head and sucked. He immediately moaned above me from the feel of my wet mouth sucking at his cock, my tongue lapping at it and swirling around it, tracing its details with the wet muscle. 

With my hand wrapped around the base, I pulled myself off his cock with a string of saliva trailing from my lips to the head before my hand moved to replace my mouth, using the saliva to make slick frictionless pumps on the head of his cock. It nestled into my palm as my fingers rubbed up and down the top of the shaft and the butt of my palm rubbed at the bottom. Slick, wet sounds punctuated the air as I stared intently at my work on his cock, his hand on my shoulder for balance as he seemed to be taken off guard. 

I kept at it, rotating between sucking at it with my mouth as I rolled my eyes up to look at him, his face looking back down at me; then returned my hand to palming at the soaked head, my other hand pumping at the base. Feeling daring and somehow brave and uninhibited, I rubbed the head over my lips and into my cheeks, then rubbed it up and down on my tongue, my two hands wrapped tightly around the base and pumping so that only the head of his cock peeked through and that was being lapped at and rubbed onto my tongue as I opened my mouth wide to allow it. Above me I heard sputtering half sentences, mixed with moans and startled sounds as I continued to experiment intently with my work. My illusions that this man was out of my league, untouchable and immune to my wiles came to a crashing halt, as I marveled at the power I wielded while I worked his throbbing cock. 

He waivered and seemed like his knees were weak as he managed to remain standing above me, I remaining comfortably on my knees below him. There were distant tries at sensuality and playing into my desires as I heard him say:

"Such an enthusiastic slut."

I dimly replied, "I told you." 

Before I wrapped my mouth around his cock again and used my hand to pump it into my mouth, apparently cutting off his ability to form words. Good.

There was a moment's warning as he told me he was about to cum, and a moment's hesitation from me as I had to decide if I would follow through with the dirty fantasy I had detailed to him before, the one that brought him here so quickly to lend a helping.. hand. Shoving my inhibitions into the back of my mind I stayed my face in front of his cock, moving my hand off of it to help the other pump the shaft. 

It startled me that I didn't realize when the first warm spurt hit my cheek, marveling a moment as something I had always staunchly refused to allow...was happening. More hot spurts of cum hit my cheek, then my lips as I turned my face, even pressing the head to my skin and lips as I painted myself with his cum, closing my eyes and reveling in it as he seemed similarly surprised and mystified. 

I pumped my hand up the length of his cock and over the head a few more times, the path now slick with his cum. He folded forward and backed away trying to get out of my reach as he giggled like a girl, trying to get free of my hand as it overwhelmed his now-overly sensitized cock. 

I moved without much artifice to the paper towels, blotting the cum away from my face as some trailing thoughts screamed about my apparent intense dislike for that sort of thing, even as a smile stayed on my lips and a feeling of contentment warmed my chest and torso.

I moved to press to him again, and we stood there in my tiny room for long moments. He held me and stroked fingers through my hair, down my arms, over my back. My face curled into his chest, as I just absorbed the attention and affection like the scarce commodity that it was. 

We eventually moved to the bed, cuddling casually on each other both still remarkably fully clothed, his shoes still on. He regaled me with the brilliant explanation he had prepared about a late shift change, and an employee calling in sick. I had a momentary pang of guilt. We however joked and chatted comfortably as though it were the most average thing in the world. 

The moments following are what have left a hollow feeling in my stomach now, as I would casually place his hand on my breasts. He would make lazy attempts at cupping them, stroking them, peaking my nipples, all the while checking the time every few minutes.

He finally leaned over me, as I lay on the bed now, with my legs across his lap, to press a quick kiss to my lips, his cum flaking on my skin.

"Time to go." I said it for him.

He agreed with me, as he drew on his jacket and headed without much backwards glance to the door. He did turn. He did make a few more passes at kissing me and my shameful face, painted so by his own seed. Even ruffled my hair affectionately, and waited as I reminisced about him doing that very thing four years ago when our story had started. Then he stepped out into the hall, I shrinking away from the bright lights and any flaws they would reveal, and then he left. 

I stripped out of my shirt, that had his cum drying on it and moved to the bathroom, intent on washing my face. I moved about my room then, taking out my contacts and brushing my hair away from my face. Somehow I wasn't even able to masturbate as I had so enthusiastically done after our last encounter, feeling drained and empty as I methodically got ready for bed. I marveled dimly on how what would normally be such an intense and sensual scene left me feeling this cold and numb feeling in the pit of my stomach. And as I lay down to sleep, I closed my eyes as tight as I could, to keep the guilty tears from escaping.



Whoops Ch. 02



This is a separated and slightly re-written story following on from the new Whoops Story. Thanks to all who gave me a steer on the original story and I hope you like the new attempt.

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It was five months after Annie and I came together, I had visited her in Aberdeen where our lovemaking had again been brief, but intense. We parted on the promise of her visiting in September / October and then we would tell Mel our older sister. I knew it would be murder talking to Mel and trying not to give the game away. Somehow I managed it.

Annie arrived we make love and caught up, I had a promotion, she had a Directorship offered. She was going to accept it, however, it meant she would be coming to work in London. Her problem she said was that she needed to find a place to live. I stared at her slow smile.

"Would you help me find a permanent base somewhere around this area?"

"You're kidding right?"

She shook her head slowly, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 

"No, I really need to find somewhere around here so I can commute into town."

"Well, you could stay here for a while, just so you can sort yourself out."

"Can't afford much rent!"

"I'm sure we can come to some amicable agreement on that."

"I bet you do!"

"How long have you known?"

"Weeks and it's been agony not being able to tell you."

"Why didn't you say when we spoke, oh so many times on the phone."

"Because I wanted to be with you when I told you. And... Ohh my!somethings woken up, mmmmm, that's nice. Kiss me."

I felt my lips touch hers then we melded together. My now stiff again cock, sliding into that silken fold, made all the easier from our earlier coupling. We slid over each other, laying joined groin to groin holding on tightly, our hips began dancing against each other. It felt like my cock was wrapped in satin and was being slowly milked by her delicate muscles as she pushed against me.

She groaned and stiffened I felt her walls close in and grip my tool. I lost it and came in her, spurts of cum jetting out and causing me to convulse against her. Annie relaxed on me and we kissed some more.

Later we showered together, using a full tank of water, then ate a meal at the local pub, before returning home and making love again and again, throughout the night.

The next day we left to drive over to Mel's, it was a pointedly silent forty minute drive, both lost in our thoughts about our relationship. We pulled into Mel's driveway, with only her battered Skoda parked on it. We grinned, and held hands, I leaned over and kissed Annie quickly, then we got out and walked towards the door.

The door opened as we stepped onto the front step and Mel flew out and grabbed us, hugging tightly, sobbing and crying. Mel was my height, curvy, big breasts, shoulder length mousy brown hair and generous hips.

"Mel, what's wrong with you, what the hell's going on?" I asked trying to pull her away so we could talk.

"Nothing I'm so glad to see you both, together at last."

"What!!"

"Oh you idiots, it's been obvious for years how you feel about each other, I take it you've finally sorted it, thank God, now come in and tell me all about it."

Mel grabbed Annie and frogmarched her in, I followed grinning. Trust Mel to have it figured. I wandered into the kitchen as Mel was filling the kettle.

"well tell me everything, have you slept together yet, was it good?"

"MEL!" I gasped,

Annie was laughing and helping herself to some sweets from a bowl on the big kitchen table.

"Jamie, calm down, we should have realised Mel would have guessed it, she's never been stupid."

"Oh I have, but that's an altogether different story," 

"Oh go on tell us, that must be a wonderful tale."

"Shut up! I want to hear about you two first, tell me everything, all the gory details, I want to hear it so I can imagine it as if I was a fly on the wall watching."

"So much for discretion and tact and.."

"Shut up Jamie! unless it's about your nights of passion with our sister."

Mel was smiling and pointing at me.

"Mel, I'm not going into details, but..."

"You will, I want to hear everything, is he good in bed, is she adventurous, what position do you like best, how long did it last the first time, did he make you come, did she suck you off? every tiny detail."

"I think I need something stronger than coffee!"

"Later, now give.."

So we sat and gave Mel a blow by blow account, leaving nothing out, and she listened intently, hugging Annie, kissing my cheek and asking for clarification if we tried to skirt round anything. 

"Well that was quite a coming together then?" she said as we finished.

"So you're not angry or disgusted with us?" Annie said.

"Why should I be? the whole families been waiting for something like this for years. You two are made for each other. You were so sweet as kids. Annie following you around trying to do what you did. Do you remember when you tried to pee standing up, I thought Mum was going to blow up she was laughing so much."

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me about that."

I sat with a grin remembering Annie pulling her shorts and knickers down like me and trying to pee, it went everywhere. Mum just took her indoors, cleaned her up and explained the peeing facts of life to her. 

"and Jamie chasing Pete Rogers because he'd upset you, and getting a black eye for his trouble."

I winced remembering the sudden pain in my eye and the feel of the ground hitting me as I went down from the force of his blow.

Annie grinned and blew me a kiss. I grinned, remembering she had kissed me everyday for weeks afterward to say thank you.

We then started to reminisce, as we always end up doing when the three of us sit down together. We remembered old toys, friends, teachers, houses, holidays with Mum and Dad. Life suddenly felt very good indeed. 

As it was lunchtime Mel suggested we stay and join her, as usual she managed to piece together a respectable salad and a bottle of wine was produced. We sat at her table and ate, then realised something was missing.

"Hey where are Bill and the kids?"

"Over at Bills Mums she wanted a hand with some clearing out and they've gone over to help. They'll all be back for a meal later this evening, including Madge, so I'm on major cooking duty today." Mel smiled and picked at her salad.

"Hey Mel is everything alright, with you and Bill I mean?" Annie placed a hand on Mel's arm.

Mel smiled and nodded,

"Yes, everything is fine, Bills a great husband, lover, dad and son, so everything is great." she sighed and reached to refill her glass.

"So what's wrong then, I mean what's really wrong?" I looked at Mel and she allowed her mask to slip.

She sobbed and sat back with a bump on her chair, a spasm of pain dancing across her face. Sh hesitated for a moment before it all came tumbling out,

"I.. I... I started a relationship, late last year, I was unfaithful to Bill, it lasted until about a month back, I haven't told him, but he suspects."

Head down, the tears rolled off her cheeks onto her lap. She whimpered quietly and tried to pull herself together.

"Jesus Mel, what happened, what drove you to that?"

"Is he someone we know?"

"She,"

"Pardon?"

Annie looked at me incredulously, a woman?

"She, it was another woman, a friend, a very dear friend no more than a friend, but it's over now, we both had too much to lose." She stared wistfully at the window.

"Who was it Mel?"

She shook her head and whimpered again, then lifted her head, her lips trembling,

"Madge."

Annie's hand flew to her mouth.

"Madge? Madge? What Madge your mother?"

"Yes, it was beautiful, she is such a caring person, but we knew underneath that we had to stop, to protect Bill and the kids. We try to minimise contact, it hurts too much to be around each other. But I've lost a friend, a companion, lover, everything."

She sobbed again and shook her head slowly,

"Deep down, we knew we couldn't hurt Bill, he's so loving and trusting and faithful, he'd be devastated, torn apart. Who could he turn to? No we had to stop, be adult and put our feelings aside. Besides which I still love Bill so much, I can't think of a day going by without him being there."

Mel's head went down again and this time the tears dropped like rain. Annie cuddled her as I stood and looked around helplessly. Mel's shoulders heaved and she let out a ghastly shriek of pain. I had so many thoughts in my head. Annie had pulled Mel to her shoulder and was looking at me for inspiration

"How did this start?"

"Jamie?" Annie flashed me a death ray look. 

I sat back down next to Mel taking her hand and squeezing it gently.

Mel, however, used the space to compose herself and wiped the tears away on her sleeves.

"No, Jamie's right, I asked you, you have a right to ask back. I need to talk it through anyway." 

Sniffing back tears, Mel sat up straight between us and holding our hands, she smiled and pulled herself together.

"When Robert, that's Madge's husband, well when he died, she was so down and low. We tried to include her in more of the things we do. She's quite youthful in her outlook and she's also quite fit, so the kids love it when Nanny goes biking with them or to watch football. 

Well it seemed to be working and to be honest she was never pushy and she didn't tell us off if she thought we were doing things wrong in the way we were bringing the kids up. She might say, I used to do so and so, but things are different now, but never unkindly or in a snide way. She just told us what she thought. and never complained at all. She just joined in, did her share of helping to cook or wash up or cleaning. She was a pleasure to have around. She's so good at everything, cooking and flower arranging, she taught me loads."

We exchanged glances, someone who was better than Mel at things, well that was a first, our sister was a superwoman and made us feel tired just listening to what she did.

"I saw that look, but yes she's so good, much better than me. Well I do a gym class and I asked her to come too, just to help her meet other people, she's so young in mind. We had such fun. Well we started to share a family cubicle at the club, it seemed senseless to shower and dress alone and we had so much to talk about anyway. Well I found myself looking at her when she was naked, then wondering what it must feel like to touch her skin. How heavy her breasts where, you know."

"Wow Mel, how cool, you perving on your mum." Annie said and her face reddened. Mel grinned and gripped our hands harder.

"Right, anyway, one day we touched, just shoulder to shoulder and it was like some electric current going through me. I don't know why but I suddenly put my arm round her waist and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing, really kissing, a hot passionate real lovers kiss." 

Mel reddened and began to clasp her thighs together. I nodded at Annie and looked down at Mel's thighs clenching and relaxing. Perhaps she heard Annie slight gasp, but Mel reddened even more. Annie put her hand on Mel's leg and slid it up to her thigh. I goggled. Annie winked, I don't think Mel saw.

"Anyway, we cuddled and kissed then dried and dressed. We'd arranged to go back to her place for lunch. That never got eaten, we ended up in her bed, making love all afternoon. Luckily Bill was picking the kids up, so I had plenty of time to spare. Bill even said, don't rush back, enjoy an afternoon off with my mum.

She was unbelievable in bed, I am not ashamed to say I have never cum so much as I have with Madge. She just fly's me like her own personal aeroplane. I try my best to do the same for her, but she seems keener to eat me than I am to eat her, not that it isn't enjoyable but I never got the chance to show her how good I am, or at least think I am."

Mel laughed, she was looking at our faces. We just stared completely entranced. Her face was beaming at her remembrance of those days.

"It was a magical time, we had no thought of the fallout or consequences, but gradually as we realised how serious this was, we knew we had to stop, before someone got really hurt. We had one last mad, bad, glorious weekend in London. Then we stopped, before there was hurt or conflagration, we just knew we couldn't carry on and risk hurting Bill or the kids."

"Oh Mel, I am so sorry," Annie kissed Mel and hugged her close. I put an arm round my big sister and kissed her lips gently.

"Mel if I could sort this out I would, I want you to be my happy big sister again."

"Thanks Jamie, thanks Annie."

Mel stood and we all group hugged. Suddenly the door flew open and Bill and the kids flew in, they were noisy and we hugged and kissed them all. I noticed a tall elegant grey haired figure come in, standing by the door, not wanting to intrude. I walked over and wrapped Madge in a hug and kiss, whispering in her ear.

"Mel told us, we're so sorry that it couldn't have ended in a happier way."

I felt her arms wrap tighter round me and she held me for a long time. Annie followed me and again the hug was a bit longer than etiquette demanded. I saw Bills puzzled look and so man hugged him, with much back slapping and hoots. He brightened, still after all these years unused to our idiosyncratic ways. Annie hugged Bill and kissed his lips, gently, I saw his eyes widen. He pulled Annie closer, she grinned as he reddened and she whispered in his ear.

"Annie put my husband down, stop making him frisky will ya!" Mel said with a grin on her face.

She strode over to Madge and they embraced and kissed, holding each other tightly for a little longer than necessary. Bill grinned and nodded at them.

"Those two are so good, I love them both." he said

"And we love you too, honey" They chorused together, grinned, kissed and separated. I watched Mel's hand squeeze Madge's before they moved apart.

The rest of the day went well, we played with Andrea and John our niece and nephew. We chatted, Mel and Madge drifted into the kitchen to prepare the meal, Bill joined us then went to the kitchen, then came back. Later we ate and the kids went to bed, we were asked to stay over but said no. We offered to take Madge home and soon the three of us were in the car heading for her place. After a couple of minutes Madge began to speak, her voice tight with emotion.

"I love your sister so very much, and I know she loves me too. But we can't hurt Bill or the kids, it would destroy them. You realise that?"

"Madge I could say that if they find out by accident the damage could be greater."

"I know, but we have tried to be sensible about this, if there is any sense at all in it."

"Oh Madge how awful for you both."

"No, we're OK, we're strong and we have a chance now and again to be alone together, so we take the chances and live with the rest. How can I hurt my son and his children by stealing the one true love of their lives."

"They love you too Madge, that much is very obvious."

"Thank you and I'm lucky to have that too."

We dropped her off, refusing the offer of a drink or nightcap, pleading an early start tomorrow. As we drove off Annie's mobile rang. It was Mel. Annie told me of their conversation later. 

"I've just told Bill, I couldn't lie to him any longer, I wanted to clear the air."

"What happened?"

"he's obviously stunned, he wanted to know if I was going to leave him. I told him I loved him too much to do that. I asked him if he wanted me to go, he told me he couldn't live without me."

"What about Madge?"

"I need to phone her, but I was hoping she was still with you."

"Jamie and I will go back to her place, give us ten minutes, we'll tell her, then you can phone."

All I got at the time was,

"Jamie turn round we're going back to Madge's, I'll explain on the way."

We arrived back and the lights were still on. We knocked and Madge came to the door in a sheer silk dressing gown, and its fit left little to the imagination. I looked in awe at her firm high breasts pressing against the thin fabric. The belt emphasised her slim waist. She grinned and invited us in. 

I saw Annie looking at her arse swaying underneath the taught fabric as she walked up the hallway. She turned to me and made a gesture like she wanted to squeeze Madge's buns. I grinned and nodded. In the lounge Madge perched on her chair and asked us to sit.

"Madge, Mel asked us to come and be with you when she phones." 

Madge made to speak and raised an eyebrow, when the phone rang. She picked it up and recited the number then listened. Her eyes welled up and she gasped, shuddered and dropped the phone, Annie grabbed the phone as I sat with Madge. I cuddled her to me and felt her body shaking as the tears came. I kissed her forehead and held her. Annie came off the phone. 

"Mel says can we go over to their place, Bill and she want to come her to be with Madge." 

I nodded and made sure Madge was OK, then we left for Mel and Bills place. As we arrived the door opened and Bill appeared with Mel in his arms crying silently. He thanked us and they went to his car, I went to mine and backed off the driveway to let him out as Annie went inside the house. Returning I found Annie in the kitchen making coffee. 

Twenty minutes later we heard Bills car come back onto the drive. I raised an eyebrow and we waited. The door opened and we could hear low voices in the hall, then the door opened. Bill led his mother and wife in, they were huddled together, tears falling down their faces. We stood and vacated the sofa, then Bill and I helped the girls sit down. Bill nodded to the door and the three of us made our way to the kitchen.

"Guys I can't thank you enough for helping out here, we have a small problem and we need some err..." 

He faltered and I hugged him, he held me and cried. Annie joined the huddle and we just held him as he let it out. He finally pulled himself together, just as the door opened and Mel and Madge appeared, hand in hand. They watched as we stepped away then almost ran to engulf Bill in their arms. I touched Annie's hand and we slid out.

In the car going back, I turned to my silent sister,

"Phew what a day; time for bed, said Zebedee,"

"Oh yeah big Brov, absolutely and I want to never ever let you go again."

"I love you Annie."

"I love you Jamie."

We drove back silently lost in our thoughts, going straight to bed, so tired that any physical thoughts had evaporated. We held each other tight and dropped off almost immediately. 

We woke entwined again about a quarter to nine and I slipped downstairs to make some tea. As we sat sipping the tea in bed, the doorbell rang, we looked quizzically at each other, then I went to investigate. Bill and Mel stood on the doorstep and I let them in immediately, ushering them into the lounge. Annie came down in my dressing gown and I mouthed "Bill and Mel" as I went to the kitchen. 

Annie came too and we quickly made a fresh pot of tea and coffee and found clean mugs. We went into the lounge. Neither Bill or Mel seemed surprised by Annie's appearance. Mel had obviously told Bill about us.

As he took his coffee, Bill spoke.

"I understand Mel has told you about her affair with my mother and you know what happened last night, up till you left."

We nodded, Mel smiled and reached for Bills hand, which he willingly slipped round hers.

"Well to bring you guys up to speed, my mother will be moving out of her home as soon as possible..." he paused.

"...because we want her to come and live with us." He and Mel smiled and kissed.

I relaxed and felt Annie letting out her breath slowly.

"We don't know how this will work or what it means for the future, but I can't live without Mel, or my mother and they can't live without me or each other, so somehow we have to make this work. The kids will be over the moon to have Nanny living in, so I guess we all win." he shrugged and sat back.




Whoops Ch. 02



"What about the living arrangements?" I asked.

"That may be more complicated, but we're adults and I can't see why we can't figure out a discreet way of making sure we all have our fair share of each other. But we'll see, we'll wing it for a while and see where we head."

"How is Madge this morning?" said Annie quietly.

"When we left she was holding her own in a very messy water fight in the shower room. It was chaos and very wet, so we split to see you guys. Oh and Mel says congratulations are in order, you finally got to get together. Can't say I'm surprised, you two are like a pair of gloves you're so close. I wish I'd had a brother or sister, but if you're willing I'd like to be your older brother."

"You already are Bill, you've always have been that since you met Mel. We knew you were the one." Annie said and moved to sit on my lap.

Bill beamed and Mel kissed him gently. 

"So do you fancy staying over for lunch?" I heard myself say. Annie giggled and kissed the top of my head.

"That would be good, although we might have to phone Madge and let her know."

"Well phone her now and say one of us will pick her and the kids up and bring them over." Annie said and looked at me, I nodded, why not.

"You sure? don't you want some time for just yourselves?"

"In the words of the immortal Louis Armstrong, "We've got all the time in the world.""



Whoops Ch. 03



My hands sank down into my lap as I groaned in pain. My face was painted in agony as I looked at the small screen of the television; my character lay defeated. Joel's character stood the proud victor -much like its owner. He was shouting 'fuck yeah's and 'who's your daddy's while smiling that toothy smile of his that lit up his whole face. Without realizing it, my defeated expression was being smothered by a small, shy smile as I kept looking at him. I quickly looked away before he could notice the entirely girly and unwelcomed expression. 

"Whatever you got lucky with all those smash balls." I tried to force some sneering into my tone.

"Yeah right. Fine. Let's see you beat me without the smash balls." He proclaimed, with a voice that sounded a little winded from all his joyful shouting, and more than a little happy.

He quickly changed the settings and we were ready for round two. Or maybe it was more like round seven or eight. It hadn't escaped my notice that he sat practically on top of me without actually touching. Both of us were cross-legged and hunched over our controllers as we looked a little awkwardly intense waiting for the simulated fight to start. Just as the counter got to 'one', he launched his shoulder into me with a playful lean to the side. His sneak attack forced me to send my hand out to catch myself, and then I had to struggle to get back into a sitting position, losing precious moments of button mashing. So we were playing street rules huh?

I similarly pushed into him with my shoulder, although I was more than a little disappointed that he was much sturdier and barely waivered with my push. However ineffective my retaliation may have been, it didn't stop him from continuing with our little shoving match. His efforts were only met with my own as we giggled and play-grunted from the effort, the controllers quickly forgotten as our hands got into the shoving and eventually we struggled to our knees for more leverage. 

One particular shove with extra 'umf' sent me back a ways, giving him enough time to start to get to his feet as I righted myself, a move that would no doubt give him the upper hand. As he was lifting from bent knee just before he could stand completely upright and brace himself, I wrapped both hands around his planted ankle and pulled towards me managing to use enough force and his position to knock him off balance. His tall and thick body fell back like a rock sinking in water. I even had a pang of guilt followed by a wince as the floor shook when his back finally connected with it. 

As my hands started to loosen while I was preparing a hasty and awkward apology, I felt his body tense. I looked up in time to see he wasn't properly cowed; his face painted in merry determination. I used the moments he needed to recover from the stun of falling to scramble up his prone body. I sat myself firmly on his pelvis, my knees pressed to either of his hips, my ankles twisting to curl my feet up over his legs to hold them firm. Simultaneously, I brought my hands up to press his wrists down to the ground above his head, stretching my torso along his and above his face to do so. 

He pressed against my hold on his wrist, forcing me up as he unfortunately and unfairly was stronger than me and outweighed me by quite a few pounds. It became a game of me rocking forward to push his arms back down, and then having to rock back to force my weight on to his pelvis and legs as he changed his focus and effort to freeing his legs. Without realizing it for several minutes as we continued to giggle and carry on like fools, I was dragging my jean clad sex back and forth along his as I rocked and bounced with our little game. At the same time when I would stretch to force his wrists back down, my breasts would sway and bounce just a deep-breath-away from his face, even brushing across it from time to time or slapping into it with the impact of our little struggles. 

One last time I sat back, this time connecting with something thick, and hard, and long that pressed tightly against the front of his jeans. My eyes flew to his as both of our expressions melted into almost terror when realization dawned on us. The air suddenly deadly quiet as we almost held our breaths in tandem as our brains slowly processed the situation. 

For just the briefest moment, I thought I saw his lips curl at one side in a grin. I thought I saw wicked thoughts dancing behind those eyes. And I could have sworn I felt him thrust his pelvis up in a barely noticeable move that rocked me on his cock, making me all the more aware of it. But I could have been wrong, as our attentions were suddenly drawn to the opening door followed by a scream of outrage. His girlfriend stood staring with furrowed brows and a snarl at the sight of me still straddling and pinning her boyfriend to the floor, and the unfortunate outline of his hard dick underneath my thighs. 

We scrambled the awkward 'oh shit'-cheaters scramble away from each other, going to opposite sides of the room. We both turned our focus back to her, waiting for her next move. It didn't take long, as she immediately launched herself at me, her much smaller body barreling towards me with arms outstretched and fingers curled into vicious and tense claws, aiming as high as she could, no doubt intent on scratching my eyes out... literally. 

I grabbed both of her tiny delicate wrists, sweeping her arms away to my right side. Her momentum sent her into me and helped to turn her as I then lifted my arm over her head- hand still holding her wrist. My hands pulled on either of her wrists, the move looking almost like a dance as I spun her around to face away from me, holding her against me with my arms wrapped and tensed around her, her back pressed to the front of my body. 

She began to struggle and kicked, forcing my legs to take a wide stance to try to escape her donkey kicks. My body pivoting forward to try to hold on to her as her struggles and hanging from the hold tipped me off balance. I finally fell to my knees on the floor as she kicked both her feet back one last time. We landed hard on our knees, both crying out from the sharp pain, but her knees became effectively trapped as I clamped my inner thighs to the outside of her thighs and then pressed my knees and calves similarly to hers. Now we just kneeled, with me wrapped around her while we wiggled and rocked as she tried to break free of the hold - no way in hell was I letting her. 

Joel stood dumbfounded across the room. His eyes were wide, jaw dropped, face strikingly pale. Brave hero that he was to either of us.

"Joel. Fucking help me." I screamed at him venomously, as we girls continued to brawl in the middle of his living room.

With a renewed strength and energy, probably in outrage at my trying to enlist her boyfriend's help, Willow launched herself forward throwing all over her weight against my arms. My hold broke and she landed face first into the floor, her arms barely going out in time to catch her, her legs and knees were still caught and tethered by my own. Without a moment's rest, she spun, twisting herself so that she faced me, her back against the floor and her legs twisting at what looked like a painful angle to the point I was afraid she might break or sprain something. I stepped my knees apart to let her finish the twist, but only long enough to do that and taking the split second to lean forward. I let my weight drop me down as my hands found her wrists, pinning her arms to the floor. Her much shorter frame and confusion allowed me the precious time to scoot my legs up locking my knees to her waist as I sat on her pelvis and hooked my feet over her legs, mimicking the very move that caused all this.

Just as joel had before her, her struggles rocked and bounced me on her. However, this time, there was no concern that the tiny girl beneath me could overpower me and get out of the hold. I was content to let her struggle and fight until she eventually wore herself out or I traded with joel and quickly made an escape. So I sat bouncing and rocking above her as her face became red with the effort. She grunted and huffed and screamed as she tried desperately to free her five foot frame from the hold. I momentarily felt like a mammoth. 

Just as joel took a step forward, and my face was painted in the awkward agony of feeling entirely too tall for a girl, the grunts and huffs changed somehow. Now the air was filled with much more dulcet grunts and gasps and groaning. I turned my stricken face up to joel's in question, only to find him looking just as shocked. Both pair of our eyes travelled back to the writhing form of his girlfriend beneath me. 

Her body practically convulsed as she panted and moaned, trying to grind her jean-clad pussy on to one of my feet as it stayed locked over her thigh. Joel had managed to move in front of us while I stared in disbelief, my jaw dropped now. He landed on his knees just above Willows head. My eyes flicked to sudden hurried movement which turned out to be his hands moving to the zipper of his pants. 

"What the fuck!?" I shouted, to the room in general.

Just as I leaned back, releasing Willow's wrists and pulling my arms away, intending to disentangle myself from whatever joel had in mind, Willow's hands reached out for me grabbing my wrists and tugging me back into place above her. I pulled away again, in shock and disbelief and possibly even fear. This time her arms wrapped around my waist while she sat upright to follow me, her legs still locked underneath mine causing her breasts to press into my lap as she curled. She found my breasts after taking a moment to tug the cup of my bra away from my nipple, before her arm curled around my waist again. Her mouth sucked and wetted my nipple through my t-shirt, a growing wet spot spread on the black material. 

The attention and surprise elicited a moan from me just as joel's hand snatched at Willow's hair. He pulled her back by the hold as she cried out just once, releasing her own hold on my waist. Her cry turned into moans as he used his grip to lay her back against the floor, his cock out now and rigid. He maneuvered himself over her so that he could start to press the head of his dick into her open and waiting mouth while she moaned and begged for it, his hand on the base of his dick for control. He paused long enough to look up at me and lock eyes with my oblivious and stupefied face. He nodded his head just once towards her pants before his attention turned back to his slow conquering of Willow's mouth and throat. 

There was one long moment where I didn't breathe as I considered my next course of action. But it seemed like I was floating above the situation, looking down upon it as I scrambled down her legs, my hands immediately flying to the button and zipper of her jeans. Just as soon as her jeans were unfastened I stood, lifting her legs into the air as I pulled at the cuffs of her pants pulling them off of her legs then throwing them aside. Similarly, I freed myself of my jeans, only, wiggling my hips as I drew them down my waist, hips, thighs, and calves with my thumbs hooked into the waist band. 

Both just clad in our mismatched panties now, I repositioned myself. This time I had one knee in between her thighs and one on the outside. She squirmed on the floor beneath joel and me, her moans and whimpering begs were choked by his dick as she swallowed it obediently. I pulled her panties to the side baring her pussy to the air. I immediately forced my pointer finger inside of her, meeting no resistance as she was soaking wet. Her moan reverberated around joel's cock, which drew a moan from him as well, as he arched his neck back from the pleasure of it. I moved my thumb to her clit with my finger still buried inside of her, starting low and then sliding it up so that it was under the hood. I started to rub and press at her clit as my finger tip curled and did little 'come-hithers' on the upper wall of her inner pussy. All the while I similar buried a finger inside of my drenching sex and began to rub at my clit with my thumb, awkward and painful for my wrist, but so worth it. 

Finally my plan came to pass as I pressed forward using my thighs to arrange her beneath me. I had her turn just a bit so that we were scissoring more effectively, her ass and lower back resting on my thigh as I moved forward just a bit more until our pussies were bumping and grinding together. I struggled to keep my fingers working on both of us while distracted by the sensations of heat, softness, mingling wetness, and my fingers.

The room was filled with all of our moans, gasps, cries, and finally screams as we came one right after another- as though it were a chain event, one the cause and effect of the next. Joel emptied into her throat as she greedily swallowed; I dimly caught myself envious of her ability to deep throat, somewhere in my rational mind wherever it still functioned. But that thought was lost in a sea of deliciousness as I felt her spasm around my finger, her body similarly seizing on the floor as her orgasm took her. Her screams were muffled around joel's cock as it started to soften but not withdraw. My orgasm was a much quieter thing as I bit my lower lip, trapping the moan that wanted to escape. My orgasm came in a flood, as they always did, oddly soaking her pussy and lower pelvis in the foreign fluid. 

We collapsed in a heap. joel and I on either side of willow as we all lay on our backs just trying to catch our breaths. At some point, joel turned his face towards me. At the same time I turned my face towards him. Willow lay with her face towards the ceiling and eyes closed as she very nearly snoozed in her contentment. He and I locked eyes above her oblivious head, mirroring the same look of dazed fulfillment and sadness.



Whoopsie!



This is not part of a larger story – this is as it appears. It was written for a 'pen-pal', who really seemed to enjoy it. I thought perhaps others will, as well. 

All characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18.