0 comments/ 104893 views/ 6 favorites Dancing The Night Away By: DukeSchool My wife has bought tickets to a local fundraiser ball at the community college. She insisted that we go with the formal theme, a new gown for her, a tuxedo for me. When I heard that Lisa and her husband Erik were going to go with us I began to like the idea a little more. They were a fun couple, and Lisa was cute, although slightly overweight she more than made up for it with boobs equal to my wife's. I also knew that Erik appealed to my wife as well, she commented more than once about him. If nothing else, we should certainly have some good sex when we came home after a night with them. The women went to buy their gowns and refused to let us see them before the night of the dance. Erik and I were to meet them at the college's gym right before the dance. Erik and I noticed that we were several years older than the young couples that were arriving as we waited by the door for our wives. There was a group of young men and their dates who obviously were ex-high school football players who had yet to decide what to do with their lives. Big, athletic, dumb boys with cheerleaders who at 19 stilled dreamed of cheering professionally while they took remedial classes at the community college. Cute, but not worth getting involved with. Erik and I grinned at each other as a couple of the girls looked us over approvingly, something about being the older men still had its appeal for these girls. I felt almost too old until the Wendy and Lisa arrived at the front door. As they exited the stretch limo I had reserved for the evening Erik, I, and every one else waiting to go inside admired the new gowns and especially the women who filled them in all the right places. Wendy was wearing a dark blue gown that cut low and then plunged down to her belly. The top was held together with thin gold chains that clasped each side of the material. It was almost like magic how her breasts stayed inside the dress. The gown revealed the deep cleavage between her 44 dd's which attracted quite a bit of attention from many people as she walked towards me. I also saw that the gown was ankle length, with a slit on the right side far up her hips. The sides were held together by more gold chains but as Wendy walked you could almost, but not quite, see what her bare bottom. I guessed she was wearing a high cut thong under the gown. Lisa was equally eye catching. The top of her dress was far off her shoulders. Her breasts were pushed up into wonderful mounds, the lace of the top of the gown just above her nipples. Her gown stopped in an upturn like a short skirt, revealing nearly all of her legs as she ascended the steps into the gym. Even as I escorted Wendy into the gym I couldn't help watching Lisa, knowing that underneath the dress she wore thigh high stockings and probably a thong. We meander around for most of the evening. I was never a dancer so I gamely excused myself from dancing after a couple dances with my wife. Lisa joined me on the side, complaining that she too detested dancing. Wendy and Erik decided to go on the dance floor together since they both seemed to enjoy the crush of people and pounding music. Meanwhile Lisa and I decided to go for a walk into the hall for a break from the heat and noise. As we rounded the corner towards a set of lockers we heard the unmistakable moan of a couple. We quickly found them in the corner, she was a perky blonde and he was obviously one of the football players I had talked to earlier in the evening. She was topless, on her knees before him. Neither seemed too embarrassed when they noticed us watching them. He said nothing as he zipped up his pants, carefully pushing his hard on into his underwear, while she fastened her black lace push up bra and then pulled up the top of her gown. They left out the side door, leaving us feeling a little uncomfortable. I turned to Lisa to say something but she started laughing. Soon I was laughing with her, she slid close to me against the locker I was leaning on and said, "Did you see her cute breasts, I wish I had a pair like that again, and that boy sure is going to make a few women happy with that snake." I assured her that her breasts were even better than some teenager but as cool as I tried to make it sound I knew I wasn't hiding the lust I felt for Lisa knowing she had thought the same things I had. Before I knew what I was doing I turned towards her and kissed her. She pulled me closer to her and offered her neck for my kisses. I worked down her bare neck, over her shoulders and down to the top of her breasts. She encouraged me to kiss her more, placing my hands on her breasts. I pulled down the top of the gown enough to reveal her nipples. I gently kissed each of her nipples and lightly fingered them until they stood straight out. Lisa reached down and massaged my semi-hard cock through the pants of the tuxedo. Suddenly a noise at the other end of the hall startled us so we ducked into the corner we had just vacated the others from. Without a sound we pressed against each other, her nipples exposed and her hands now inside my pants rubbing me. We quickly forgot our concern about being caught as we kissed and petted each other. A few minutes passed like this before we both decided we should go back to the gym. We gathered ourselves together and hoped our flush faces wouldn't give away our little secret to our spouses. Back in the gym the crowd had dwindled some. The football players and their dates were still there, which surprised me, I figured they would go to some cheap motel for a party. Then I saw Wendy and Erik. They were dancing to a slow, sappy song. She was pressed against him firmly, gently grinding her hips into his hips. Somehow the chains on the side of her gown had disappeared, now her gown revealed her entire right butt cheek everytime she turned. I realized that's why the three football players were there, they were watching her dance. The song ended and the last song was called. Out of breath, even though they had been moving so slowly, Wendy came to the table and drew me out to the dance floor. I pulled her close to me, feeling the pleasure of her breasts against my chest. I kissed her deeply and as we turned with her back to the boys I reached down and grabbed her exposed ass. One of them gave me the thumbs up sign. Soon the dance was over. The lights came on and I tried to hide my hard on as we gathered up our stuff. Wendy excused herself to go to the bathroom. Several minutes later she returned, this time the chains across the top of her dress, except for one which kept her breasts from falling out were gone. Seconds later the three 19 year old boys gathered their dates and walked out the door grinning. I glanced at Wendy. She explained she had caught them getting ready to spray paint a wall, up to old high school tricks. She told me she convinced them to leave. I asked how but all she said is that a woman has her ways. I only could imagine that one of the ways might have been a titty show. The limo arrived and we all got into the back. Wendy lay across the bench seat, on her side across me, facing Erik and Lisa in the opposing seat. The side of her gown fell open, exposing her leg all the way to the top of her lacy red thong. Her breasts were almost fully exposed to the other couple as we drove off. I asked how her evening had been so far, she replied that she was having fun. Without even a trace of her normally quick blush she told me that she felt naughty, the dancing, the heat of other couples around her and a couple of drinks must have had some effect. In response, I rolled her onto her stomach over my knees and lightly spanked her, "Naughty girls need their spankings" I said. "Oh, if that's so then I probably need a better spanking than that." I replied by pulling the slit of her dress open completely around her ass and slapping her nearly naked ass firmly. She moaned and told me that she really was more naughty than that. Not only had she been dancing with another man she had shown her breasts to some young men. I spanked her again. "And I let them feel my breasts and rub my ass," she teasingly admitted. More spankings made her quiver with unmistakable pleasure. Erik was enthralled with this show but knew he should return the favor by providing a show for us. He grabbed Lisa and bent her over his own knee. Pulling her gown up over her ass I noticed that she was wearing a tiny g-string. Her spankings were coupled with his other hand tugging at her breasts. He asked her who she had shown her tits to but thankfully didn't wait for a reply instead he spanked her again. Wendy moved next to me, rubbing her ass. "You hurt my pretty butt. Rub it for me." As I rubbed her ass she got onto her knees on the seat with her butt angled up towards me. I knew that Erik could see her shaved pussy from this angle and suspected she knew it too. Lisa continued to lay over his knees while I rubbed Wendy's ass and brushed against her pussy through the small piece of thong that covered it. "You hurt my ass bad, kiss it and make it feel better." I kissed her all over her ass cheeks and ran my fingers along and inside her pussy. Lisa was not to be outdone, she half stood in front of Erik and commanded him to kiss her ass. He refused, telling her that he'd never kiss her ass. Wendy said, "Don't worry Lisa, Mike will kiss it for you." Lisa accepted the invitation by moving her soft rear in front of me. Gamely I covered it with kisses like I had my wife's. All time I continued to explore Wendy's pussy with one hand and rub Lisa's bottom with the other. "You see, some men know how to take care of women," Lisa said to Erik. "Oh, you're just a slut who wants to fuck him, suck my cock and be quiet," Erik growled. Obediently Lisa dropped to her knees, Erik pulled her gown entirely off and shoved his upright member into her mouth. Wendy moaned at the sight of Erik's penis in Lisa's mouth. She too dropped to her knees next to Lisa. At first she rubbed Lisa's breasts, then she ran her hands down Lisa's g-string along her ass, softly rubbing Lisa's wet pussy from behind. I watched with great pleasure as Wendy began to finger Lisa, never taking her eyes off of Erik's cock ramming into Lisa's mouth. Lisa began to come from the fingering while I pulled my pants off and rubbed my cock. Wendy then asked Lisa if it was her turn. Lisa pulled off of Erik's erection and moved over so Wendy could take it into her mouth. Never before had I seen her suck another man, though I sometimes wondered if her late night fantasies might be based on experience. She moved her mouth along his dick with expert attention. Lisa pulled Wendy's gown off, leaving only her thong on. She then began rubbing Wendy's pussy with one hand while fingering herself with the other. Wendy's methodic sucking noise, the groans of pleasure from Lisa and my already raised libido were too much for me to simply watch. I got behind Wendy and pushed my cock into her pussy, sliding the thong out of my way. She bucked against me and took Erik deeper into her mouth. Lisa propped herself against the chair and finger fucked herself with complete abandon, occasionally reaching between Wendy's legs to rub her pussy and my cock as we fucked. Wendy and Lisa took turns sucking Erik off until he was past the point he could contain it no longer. Wendy pulled him out of her mouth and told him to come on her tits. Lisa pushed her tits alongside Wendy's while Erik finished off his load on both of their breasts. Then it was my turn. I pulled out and moved around to Wendy's mouth. Wendy sucked me until I was ready to come. I added my cum across both of the women's chests. Although Erik and I had come, the women weren't ready to quit. Lisa moved on top of Wendy and rubbed our shared cream into her breasts. Wendy rubbed Lisa's breasts and then pulled Lisa up so that her heavy breasts covered Wendy's face. She worked her lips and tongue over Lisa's breasts in nasty delight. Erik and I were both as hard as ever after this show. Lisa said, "Now, Mike I think you get a reward for kissing my ass. Erik, you know how you always want to fuck me in the ass? Well, jerks who aren't nice don't get to, Mike will be the first to take it. Wendy, you don't mind do you?" She shook her head while Lisa moved herself in front of me. I didn't hesitate to rub my cock between her soft, curvy ass. She guided my cock into her hole, gently pushing herself against me until suddenly I was deep inside her virgin ass. She groaned in orgasm almost instantly and her fingers flew to her clit. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she begged. As I began slowly fucking her I gathered more force each time. Lisa's volumptious breasts bounced freely beneath her as I worked her ass. Wendy admired the view for a moment then turned her attention to Erik who didn't seem to know what to do. 'Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Maybe you'll learn your lesson and later you can fuck my ass." She then straddled his legs, facing him as she lowered herself onto his cock. Between my own thrusts I watched Wendy use the motion of the car and her legs to ride up and down Erik's dick. She pressed her still moist breasts into his face which he readily accepted. Squeezing them between his hands he sucked and licked her cum covered nipples. We enjoyed fucking each other's wife while watching our own get fucked for several minutes. Then Erik began moaning louder. He pulled and pushed Wendy's hip harder into him each time she went up and down, driving his cock deep. She came first, followed by Erik. The sight of their orgasms and the thought of my wife's pussy being filled with another man's cum pushed me over the edge. I fucked Lisa's ass as hard as I could, making her scream in pleasure. Soon we too were coming. I came in her ass and then pulled out to come some more on her butt cheeks. Exhausted we all collapsed into a tangle of legs and arms on the floor. A few minutes passed before Wendy spoke, "Lisa, isn't that the motel those football players were going to be at? Let's see what sort of party they have." The driver pulled over and held the door for the women as they slid back into their gowns. "Don't wait up for us, boys. We'll see you in the morning." As they exited the car and we drove off the driver rolled the dividing window down, "So you want to meet some girls tonight?" Dancing the Night Away Alicia has always been shy. I don't know why. She's the most beautiful young woman I've ever seen. To be honest, I'm not hard on the eyes myself. Still, Alicia is so much lovelier than I am handsome that, although we are brother and sister, it's hard to believe we both issued from the same womb. She's so gorgeous that words can't begin to describe her, but I'll do my best. She's a brunette, with hair so black that it seems almost blue. Her skin is as smooth as porcelain, but soft as silk. When she smiles, showing even white teeth between her full, soft, lustrous lips, and her wide eyes, sparkling like sapphires, go crescent and dimples appear in her apple cheeks, she takes my breath away. Her body is just as magnificent. Although people might say a guy shouldn't check out his sister's physical charms, and most guys would deny that they ever even entertain the notion of ogling their own sisters, the truth is that there's not a man alive who hasn't considered his sister in just such a manner. A lot have done more than just think about their sister's bodies. Many have masturbated with images of their naked sisters in mind. A few have taken it to the next level--but let me get back to the topic of Alicia's body. Her breasts are full, high, and round. They're all natural, but they're so perfect that they could be mistaken for silicone implants. Her tummy is firm; instead of its being flat, it's somewhat concave! Her blue-black pubic hair is tightly curled--don't get me wrong; unfortunately, I've never seen my sister completely naked--I've just seen a few stray strands at the edges of her bikini bottom. (I guess she'd forgotten to shave.) She has long, shapely legs, and her ass is so perfect that just the sight of those round, sleek mounds, even through a bikini bottom or her tight-ass slacks, makes me want to squeeze them or spank them or fuck them. Yes, I have thought about fucking my sister, many times, in every way possible. She's cost me a gallon of semen. Believe me, Alicia has nothing to be shy about. Her problem, as far as I can see, is that she's one of those rare types who honestly doesn't know how breathtakingly beautiful she is. Whenever she's around any guy, she sets his heart aflutter and makes his cock hard. As a teen, when we still lived in Seattle, before moving to San Martino, I stopped having my friends over because all they wanted to do was gawk at and talk about my sister. I didn't want them looking at Alicia the way I did, and I didn't want to hear them talking about her the way I thought about her. Now that I'm out of high school, that's not a problem. My friends and I live separate lives now. Moving to another state wasn't as hard for me as it's been for Alicia. I'd already graduated from high school, but poor Alicia was halfway through her senior year when we relocated from Washington to California, and she'd had to leave her friends behind. As a result, the sleepovers she used to have are pretty much a thing of the past--unfortunately. During our years in Seattle, when she'd had pajama parties, our house was Pussy Paradise. I miss seeing her cute girlfriends, but I still have Alicia to admire. I'll always have Alicia. We're as close as any brother and sister could be. "If I didn't know better," Mom jokes now and then about our togetherness, "I'd think you were identical twins." It's hard to believe that even sweet, down-to-earth, unassuming Alicia is oblivious to her beauty or the effect that she has on guys, but she is. It was even harder for me to believe that she doesn't have a date for her high school prom, but she doesn't. "How is that possible?" I asked her. "Are the boys in your school blind, gay, or just intimidated by your looks? Alicia, you're gorgeous!" "Will you be my date, Bryce?" "For your prom?" "Of course." "You should go with someone else, sis. You should go with a guy in your school." "No one's invited me--except Chad." "Who's Chad?" "Chad Brighton." She'd shivered at the mention of his name. "What's wrong with Chad?" "He looks at me as if I'm naked. When he talks to me, he's always looking at my breasts." She'd blushed at using such a word as "breasts" in front of her brother. It was as if she'd said "tits" instead. Her modesty was just one more reason I loved Alicia--and one more reason I wanted to rip her clothes off. From the sound of it, lecherous Chad Brighton was the only normal boy in Alicia's entire high school--or the only one with enough balls to ask my stunningly beautiful sister to their high school prom. "Will you?" Alicia had asked a second time. "Take me?" I'd smiled. "Sure, sis. I'll be glad to take you." My words had had a different connotation than hers, but, unaware of any double meaning, Alicia had grinned with delight, flinging her arms around my shoulders, and planting a chaste, sisterly (but, from my viewpoint, still erotically charged) kiss on my cheek. "Thanks, Bryce!" she'd gushed. The week between the time I'd agreed to be my sister's prom date and the night of the dance went by as if it were a century instead of seven days, but, finally, the magic night arrived. As I escorted Alicia into the gymnasium, which was doubling as the senior class' ballroom, I asked her, "What do you think?" "It's fabulous!" The gym was decorated according to an aquatic theme. Waterfalls cascaded down troughs formed by Styrofoam boulders painted light blue and gray, splashing among lush ferns, clumps of bulrushes, and thick stands of reeds. On the floor, along the walls, square frames fashioned of two-by-four-inch boards were filled with pebbles and sand in which were scattered seashells and sand dollars, and the walls themselves were hung with native masks. Potted palms stood between fountains upon which strobe lights flashed a rainbow of colors in pulsating spasms. Surfboards had been set atop miniature totem poles to form crude, but festive, counters behind which waitresses in grass skirts and brief tops and waiters in Hawaiian shirts and knee-length shorts served soft drinks, punch, and hors d'oeuvres. A raised dais was decorated as if it were a native hut, with a thatched roof, plank steps, and crooked wooden support poles. Near the hut, bright umbrellas shaded hammocks strung between steel poles anchored in concrete. A figure familiar to my sister if not to me caught her eye. "Mr. Norman!" she shrieked in glee at a short, portly, bespectacled man in a tweed suit and matching vest. "Hello, Alicia," Mr. Norman said as he accepted Alicia's hug--and a kiss on the cheek. Alicia turned to me. "This is Mr. Norman, my social science teacher." "Your former social science teacher," Mr. Norman corrected Alicia. He looked at me. Alicia made the introductions, identifying me as her "boyfriend." "Nice to meet you, young man," Mr. Norman said. "Same here," I lied. I didn't like Mr. Norman. He'd encouraged Alicia to write a research paper on the incestuous relationships among ancient Egyptian pharaohs and their siblings. I thought it an inappropriate topic. I almost told Mom and Dad about it, but Alicia made me promise not to do so. For some reason, she'd been fascinated about the idea of brothers marrying their sisters. I remember her receiving an "A" for her paper. Apparently, she'd impressed Mr. Norman with her knowledge about incest. Looking at my sister, I asked, "Hungry?" Alicia shook her head. "Thirsty?" "No." "Want to dance?" "Please." Excusing ourselves, we made our way past the small groups of students who stood in couples at the surfboard bars and near the fountains. I took her right hand in my left, placing my right hand upon the small of her back. She put her left hand upon my right shoulder, and we started dancing. "You look lovelier than ever," I whispered in my sister's ear. "Thanks for bringing me." "Thanks for letting me. By the way, you're a fabulous dancer." "I'm not, but thanks for saying so." "You're too modest, sis." She frowned. "Not 'sis,'" she corrected me. "Tonight, I'm Alicia, and you're Bryce. You're my prom date, remember?" "Right. Sorry, Alicia." "If anyone asks, you're visiting from Montana." "Montana? Isn't that a little far from here?" "Remember when I went to that dude ranch last year?" I nodded. "It was in Montana. That's where we met." I shrugged. "Okay." As we danced, other couples joined us. Soon, the gymnasium was crowded with waltzing couples. One of them approached us, dancing through the crowd. He was a tall, broad-faced, blond-haired boy with a big nose, thin lips, and pudgy cheeks. He wore an obnoxious grin along with his perfectly tailored black tuxedo. He was dancing with a thin, dark-haired girl in a pink prom dress. He leered at Alicia in a way that made me want to smash his chubby face. "You call that dancing?" he demanded as he reached behind his date with both hands, cupped her buttocks through the thin material of her gown, and squeezed her ass firmly. "This is dancing!" The girl squealed with a mock outrage that was undercut with delight. She giggled. "You call that dancing?" I challenged him. "This is dancing!" I cupped Alicia's ass cheeks through her beautiful gown, squeezing them, as I thrust and ground my pelvis into her groin. I expected a shocked gasp, followed by a sharp slap in the face. Instead, Alicia responded the same way as the obnoxious boy's date, giggling as she pressed her pubes into mine, and said, with a perfect pretense at indignation, "Ooohhh, Bryce!" Thrusting my pelvis into my sister's groin and having her press her pussy into my cock and balls as we danced close and slow had made my cock swell. Now, it stiffened in my trousers. I was afraid it might become fully erect, standing out from my groin as if it were a tent pole, much to both Alicia's and my own shame and mortification. Fortunately, the obnoxious boy said something that I couldn't ignore. Looking at Alicia with as much contempt as lust, Mr. Insufferable said, "Fucking slut! You've sure taught your boy toy some nasty new moves!" Alicia felt me tense. "No, Bryce!" she hissed. I wasn't about to be deterred; this punk had called my sister a "fucking slut," and I wasn't going to stand for such abusive treatment. "Bryce!" she hissed again, but I'd already turned from her, and my fist was already swinging, hard and fast, through the air. It connected solidly with Mr. Insufferable's head, smashing his broad nose, and he screamed, throwing his open hand over his nose and mouth. Blood streamed between his fingers and from beneath the palm of his hand. "Ow!" Mr. Insufferable continued to scream, interspersing his screeches with words like "bastard," "shithead," and "asshole." He stepped sharply backward, away from his date, away from me, and away from my sister. "You broke my fucking nose!" "If you ever say anything else like that about my--date--I'll break your fucking head," I told him, "wide open." I hit him again. He howled. "Got it?" "Yeah, man," he gurgled between wet breaths, his lips frothy with blood and saliva. "Bryce!" Alicia remonstrated. "Leave him alone!" "Fucking creep," Mr. Insufferable's date called me. I glared at her. "You want a broken nose, too, bitch?" She was a hard case, I'll say that for her. Not at all intimidated, despite my being twice her size, the bitch snarled, "Why don't you take her up to Overlook Mountain and fuck her?" "That does it!" I announced, stepping toward her. Alicia cut me off. "No, Bryce!" The commotion we'd caused had finally attracted the attention of a couple teachers. They strode toward us, angry looks on their tight faces. "What's going on there?" one of them called. "Let's go," I told Alicia. We hurried through the throngs of onlookers. In a few minutes, we were in my car, heading through the sultry summer's night. "I'm sorry I ruined your prom," I told Alicia. "You should be." "I said I am. Besides, I was defending your honor." "I guess I was at fault, too," Alicia said. "I let you bump and grind against me." She paused. "Hell, I did the same to you." "Did you see the look on that blond bastard's ugly mug when you started thrusting your groin against mine? He looked as if he'd swallowed a hot cinder!" I laughed at the memory of his panicked face. "Who was he, anyway?" "Chad Brighton. His bitch-date is Martha Overton." Alicia blushed. At first, I thought that her embarrassment was due to her having used the "b" word. I knew I was mistaken when she added, "I'm sorry I ruined your evening, Bryce." "It's your night, not mine," I reminded her. "Besides, you didn't ruin it." Remembering her forceful shoves of her cunt into my cock and balls enflamed my passion anew, and I felt my cock stiffen and rise inside my trousers. No, she hadn't ruined my night, not by any stretch of the imagination! Her blush deepened. "The way I acted! Rubbing myself against you like that--pushing my crotch into yours! I can't believe I did such a thing!" "You were trying to impress Chad." "That's true," Alicia admitted, "but it's certainly no excuse." "Don't worry about it, sis. There's no harm done. In fact--" I hesitated. She turned, facing me. "In fact what?" I swallowed. "Nothing." "What?" she insisted. "Forget it." "Tell me, Bryce. Please." Inwardly, I shrugged. I'd probably regret it, I thought, but I may as well come clean. "When I squeezed your butt--I liked it. A lot. When I thrust against you, I liked it. Even more. When you thrust back--I almost lost it." Alicia looked horrified. "Bryce!" I dropped my head. "Watch the road," Alicia admonished me. "Sorry." We rode in silence for a few minutes. Then, I asked, "After the prom, where does everyone go?" "What do you mean?" "You know--to be alone." Alicia studied me. I wondered what was in her mind. After a long moment, during which I could almost physically feel the intensity of her gaze on my skin, like radiation or heat, she said, "Overlook Mountain." After a few moments' silence, she asked, "Would you mind driving up there with me tonight, Bryce?" I frowned. "To Overlook Mountain? Tonight?" "Not to do anything, of course--just to be seen." "Why would you want to be seen there with your brother?" "No one knows you're my brother, Bryce." That was true, of course. In fact, that's why Alicia had wanted me to accompany her to her prom. Still, visiting Overlook Mountain on prom night with a guy that no one knew was her brother--that wouldn't be good for her reputation. I told her as much. "That's why I want you to take me," she said. "Everyone thinks I'm so chaste and proper. They call me 'The Ice Queen.'" "Who cares what they think?" "I do." I remembered how important other people's opinions about me had been just a couple of years ago, when I'd still been a high school student. It was absurd to care what a bunch of kids thought, of course, but. I had to admit, I'd been eager--even anxious--to find the approval of my teenage peers, too. Nowadays, it had become just as humiliating for a girl to be thought a virgin as it seemed always to have been for a boy. I could relate. "Okay," I agreed, "if you want." "Thanks." Overlook Mountain was five miles away. It rose steeply from sea level, through low clouds, and offered a panoramic view of the surrounding countryside. At the top, cars were parked along the perimeter, under the stars. All that could be seen were the silhouettes of heads, usually pressed together. Sometimes, no one appeared to be in a car, but, I suspected, they were there, all right; they were just out of sight, attending to private, intimate business. A few of the cars rocked upon their springs. "Wow!" Alicia whispered. "'Wow' is right!" I agreed. "Bryce?" "Yeah?" "Were you really turned on when you squeezed my ass?" Ass? Had I really heard my little sister say "ass"? "Uh, yes, I was." "Why?" I chuckled. I couldn't help it. The question was so incredibly silly. "Why do you think?" "Tell me." "No." "Please." "It's not something a guy talks to his sister about." "Please." "Why do you want to know?" "I just do." "I already told you. You're gorgeous." "You were turned on by squeezing my ass because I'm gorgeous?" "Duh." "Earlier, you said you 'almost lost it' when I thrust against you. What did you mean by 'almost lost it'?" "You know." "Tell me." She wasn't going to let up until I said something, I realized, so I replied, "I guess I felt the way you feel when Chad Brighton looks at you as if you're naked." "Ugh! That's gross, Bryce. That's really gross!" "I mean, if you liked Chad and wanted him to look at you that way." Alicia tried a different approach. "Have you ever wanted to see me that way, Bryce?" I didn't know what to say, so I played dumb. "What way?" "Naked." Okay, I told myself, if my little sister wanted to play games, I'd play along. "Sure, lots of times." I paused. "Have you ever wanted to see me naked?" Finally, I'd shut her up. She'd learned that there were some topics siblings weren't meant to discuss, no matter how close they were. Atop Overlook Mountain, far from the lights that tinkled in the distance below, the night was quiet. I became aware of songs playing faintly on the car radios--make out music. My cock swelled, and I wished I were here with someone besides my sister. I'd shut Alicia up, at least, by turning her question around on her and asking if she'd ever wanted to see me naked. Somewhere, a horn honked. In the silence, it sounded particularly loud. Still, no one would hear it. Overlook Mountain was far from the nearest house. A girl's voice hissed angrily, chastising her boyfriend's clumsiness: "Allan! Be more careful!" Then, I heard Alicia whisper to me, her voice hoarse: "Yes." "You have wanted to see me naked?" I asked, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood her. Again, hoarsely: "Yes." "When?" "All the time, ever since I was twelve years old." My chaste, shy, innocent little sister had wanted to see me naked for a third of her life? It was too much to believe! "Quit it, Alicia. That's nothing to joke about." "I know," she answered. "I'm not joking." I twisted the key in the ignition, starting the car's engine. "We'd better get you home," I declared. Things had gotten way out of hand. She turned the key to the left, and the engine died. "I don't want to go home. I want to stay here, with you." "Alicia, we can't--" "Don't you like me, Bryce?" "Of course. I love you, Alicia. You know that. But we can't. It's wrong. It's--" "It's not wrong. I've read about it, Bryce, and other brothers and sisters have--" I started the engine again. "I don't want to hear it." Her hand slid over my thigh, stroked my cock and balls, and squeezed the shaft of my erect penis. "Then I won't tell you about it," she said. "I don't want to talk anyway." What had gotten into my sister? I wondered. Was she so desperate to lose her virginity that she'd let her own brother deflower her? To feel desirable, would she let her own brother have his way with her? Was she so determined to fuck a guy that she'd have sex with her sibling? "Alicia, you don't know what you're saying." She rubbed my stiffening prick through the silk of my trousers. "Yes, I do," she averred. "I know exactly what I'm doing." What she said next blew me away. "Why do you think I asked you to take me to the prom?" "You planned this?" I asked, shocked. "Kids always go to Overlook Mountain after the prom--or its equivalent elsewhere." As she spoke, Alicia continued to rub my cock through the silk tuxedo trousers. My prick swelled to its full capacity, becoming increasingly longer and more rigid. "What do you say, Big Brother," she asked, with an obvious play on words playing in her mind, "should we get your pants off?" Dancing the Night Away Erika and Maggie sat in the vast lounge area of the Las Vegas hotel they were staying at for the conference. It was a splendid setting, filled with sun and lots of people tracking about. Both women were enjoying a Cosmopolitan and some snacks. The night before had been great, especially the visit to that huge club with the all male review. Both women talked about the men they had seen, impressive bodies, killer six-packed stomachs and tight asses. Maggie teased Erika again about here slip on commenting about the size the one dancer who was also clearly well-endowed. Erika had often fantasized about dancing for a crowd on the pole, although she hadn't really thought out the details. I'd do that, she mused as the conversation lingered to other topics. Then providence intervened. At that moment an attractive, very business looking man approached their circular booth and introduced himself. "Hello ladies, how goes it? I'm Robert." He smiled easily and invitingly, "I want to talk to you about something, but I am not selling anything." "Sit down and go ahead," said Maggie, and she told him their names as well. Erika sometimes appreciated that Maggie talked to everyone, but maybe not this time. Little did she know. Robert pulled up a chair, put down his drink and looked briefly at both. "So, let me get two things out in front. First, the club you two attended last night belongs to me, and I saw you all there, having a good time that was great. Second, I think that you are both very hot, real MILFs, and I have an offer for you...might sound a little odd at first," Robert paused, "but hopefully you will hear me out." "Sure," said Maggie, "go ahead, let's hear it." Erika wasn't so sure, but it was Vegas and she was starting to believe that anything went here. "Great!" Robert said his smile even brighter now. "Here is the deal, and I am completely serious about it. At another club I own about ten minutes from the one you were at I have an entirely different and very popular show that runs Monday thru Thursday. It's very classy, relatively new, well-staffed and posh..." "Ok," offered Erika, "what's that to us?" "Well, my dear, that's the fun part," Rob beamed, "the dancers at this club are women, but not twenty-year olds, they are MILFs, and there is a whole population of guys that love it. Big money to be made, lots of attention, and it's will be set at your comfort level. You can take it where you like. The key to my success there is that the women that dance are real, no professionals, otherwise it kills the feeling. That is where you two come in. If you want..." Both Erika and even Maggie were momentarily speechless. They looked at each other. However, in Erika's mind there was a debate that went by at light-speed. Back and forth she went in her head: This is ridiculous, this is so hot, he's crazy, and I could fulfill my fantasy. Then Maggie interrupted her thinking. "Give us a card, and we will call you shortly," she said. "That's fair," Robert offered, "here ya both go. Need to call me before 6 pm though." He got up, but then offered, looking specifically at Erika, "I think you too are prime for this, the crowd would love you, seriously." Then Robert walked off. Erika was still awash in the possibility when Maggie interrupted, "I am way too tired for that, and I can't dance to save my life. You should try it, I know you can dance, and you have been working out." Again Erika was speechless, mostly because she knew she was going to do it if she could find a way to get there without Maggie knowing. A hot flush of excitement filled her, but she contained it. She was even a bit wet. "I don't know either, sounds too over the top I think," was the best Erika could manage. "Ok," said Maggie, "there loss. But you keep the card." Within a half hour she headed for her room, it was 4:30. "I am done," Maggie sighed, "getting old I guess." "Whatever," said Erika, "you are a year younger then me, and I am only 37." But that was all Maggie wanted, she smiled and headed to her room. Erika waited a few minutes and then headed to her room as well. In the elevator her mind raced with the possibilities of the evening. Once she reached her room, she called Robert. "I want to give it a try," she told him. "Great!" Robert announced. "I will send a car for you in 45 minutes; I need you here sooner then later so you can familiarize yourself with the place, get an outfit or two picked out, and all that. Don't worry about what you have for clothing; just worry the hair and make-up stuff. But you certainly looked damned good when I saw you earlier." Erika immediately took a quick shower, looking at herself in the mirror closely. "I can do this," she said out loud to the woman in the mirror. She fixed her make-up; she had performed on stage and done some real dancing before, so she had an idea of what to do. She assessed herself in the mirror; she was five-six, a size 4, long blonde hair, a great smile, pert if small breasts, but a great, full and very firm ass. Or at least that what her husband always said. She was committed to doing this, and, well, her husband had told her to "let her hair down and go for it" while in Vegas. When the car sent to get her arrived at the club Erika was filled with the excitement that comes when you are about to something you probably shouldn't, but really, really want to. The club was big, very posh with several circular stages, each with a brass pole and surrounded by chairs. In the darker recesses of the huge room were more tables, and areas blocked by screening. Erika had heard of "lap-dances," and clearly that is where that happened. Robert greeted Erika and showed her around. She would have stage 4. He then took her to the dressing room and showed her all the clothing. Robert then discussed the "deal." "Here it is, you can dance as long as you like, and take whatever you like from the guys, that is your pay. I 'officially' pay you nothing. On stage you can dance and wear as much or as little as you like, but you have to keep the g-string on. If a guy asks for a lap-dance, those occur behind the screened booths, and cost $100. We split that." Robert had become all business. "Oh," he added, "what you do behind the screen is up to you, but no penetration." Erika nodded, "I understand, but that's allot to remember." "Nah, my dear, you are gonna kill them. I am certain," Robert added. "Now take some time and get a costume that suites you." She headed over to the clothing, and there were several dozen outfits in her size, as well as boots and such. Erika immediately landed on something that fit her mood. It was the "naughty school girl," perfect, and boots too! She donned the short tartan skirt, with a black bra and g-string underneath, the white starchy shirt mostly open and knee high black boots with middle thigh high white stockings. To add to the effect she pulled her hair back into pig-tails. Soon she could hear the music revving up and voices murmuring. It must be close to show time. Erika met and spoke briefly with the four other women that were there, they were ok looking, she thought, but she felt confident in herself and her look. When Erika peeked into the main room she could see that there were at least 100 men in there, all ages and races and types. Her heart raced as she thought about what would come next. She also committed herself to doing whatever she felt like. Whatever. Ten minutes later, after Robert came in and gave them a pep-talk, starring at Erika the entire time, he went out and got the guys fired up. Then there was the call from the main room for the girls to hit the stages. Erika jogged to the stage, and a bouncer was there to assist her up. As she looked around she could see at least 25 guys ogling her, and cheering, and she was filled with a surge of energy, performance energy and sexual energy. Erika let go and danced with the music that was thumping. Within about a minute a guy was standing with $10 bill, which she let him hook in her waistband. In the first song another five guys tipped her, and she started to get familiar with the pole, and swinging around it. During the second song, as she looked around, she realized the other women had dropped some clothes. "Oh," she thought, "me too." So Erika slowly unbuttoned and dropped the shirt. Immediately after she lost the shirt two men slid twenties into the bra straps. "Wow," she thought, "I need to drop more." Erika was also feeling really horny; enough to make her wanna be, and look, slutty. It was now all part of the feel, and she liked it. So next she lost the skirt, dropping it on the Japanese business guy sitting up against the stage. Feeling the energy, she began to rub herself against the cold brass pole. Erika loved it, and so did the guys watching, their eyes glued to her ass. The set ended, and the bouncer was there to help her off the stage and to collect her cloths and money. Back in the dressing room, drinking water and collecting herself, Erika was amazed her success and really turned on. Robert came up to her and said, "See girl, you are killing them!" He beamed. Then he added, "Let me warn you, when you go back out they are gonna want lap-dances. Remember you can do anything you want." He winked and made a gesture with his hand like he was giving head. As he went out he blurted, "oh, anything they give you over $100 is yours." Erika was not sure she got all that, but she wanted to see if she could command a lap-dance. As she sauntered across the room, allowing her ass to sway under the skirt, she could see the Japanese business man getting up. But before he could get over to her a very tall, very large, white guy in his forties materialized in front of her and spoke. He was clearly nervous, but he looked intent. "Hey ma'am, will ya dance for me?" Erika smiled wide, and said "Sure." Off they went, she even held his hand, and she picked the screened area furthest away from the stages. Now, Erika thought, let's see what I can do since anything goes. He sat in a chair and she stood, waiting for the song. "Ok my dear," Erika added, "money on the table." "Sorry ma'am," he stammered, and he put a $100 bills on the table. Erika looked around, realizing they really were isolated, that no one could see them. She wanted to do something really wild, but what? The music started and she danced. She put her hands on his chest, cascading her hair all against his head. She straddled him as well and ground on him, and clearly he was hard. While she was facing away from him and rubbing her ass against his crotch she saw him reach up and put another $100 bill on the table. "He wants more, eh?" She thought, "I can do that. I want to do that." So she pulled away from him and turned around. Then she leaned forward and unzipped his pants, allowing the first half of his cock to poke out. She then reached forward and pulled it all out. He was six or seven inches, it was about average overall, but she wanted it. Erika looked him in the eye and then leaned all the way forward at the waist, her head poised over his cock. Grabbing the base, she slid it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. "Oh shit," he said, "you rock!" She bobbed up and down on his cock with her mouth never letting go. With one hand she stroked and the other she massaged his balls. Erika could tell he wouldn't last long. But she kept at it, in time with the music. Occasionally she would stop and run her tongue around his head while her hand lightly squeezed his balls. "I'm gonna bust a nut," be blurted out, "oh yes!" As he surged Erika clamped her mouth just over the head of his cock. Groaning and holding her shoulders he got-off. Erika got up and collected herself. She was breathing hard, turned on and somewhat wigged out by what she had just done. The song ended. She gave the fellow a hug and kiss and said thanks. Then she collected her money. She wanted a drink. So she sat at the bar for a bit and had a Cosmopolitan. Erika was reeling at the idea of what she had done, she felt a ting of guilt, but was also exhilarated at events too. She also could feel that there were several more men looking at her. "Did they want the same?" Erika thought to herself. A minute later the Japanese business man approached her. "Will you dance me?" He queried in broken English, looking sheepish. "Sure," Erika answered. How could she say no to someone that looked at her with such longing, almost worship-like. Again behind the screen, the money on the table, she danced for him. Then she realized he had not one, but three one hundred dollar bills on the table. "Well," she whispered in his ear, "you get the full treatment." She stripped for him, recognizing the song playing was along one. Then in just her boots and g-string, she ground her ass into his crotch. His eyes were wide and glued to Erika's butt, and he clearly loved it. Erika now decided to give him the big thrill, how could she say no. And it made her feel even more in demand. She unzipped his pants as she had done with the first fellow and quickly whipped out his cock. It was smaller, but not tiny, and rock hard. She closed her mouth around it started to suck. He reached forward as Erika worked his cock and gently cupped her breasts. "Wow," she thought, "he loves this." His dick was small enough that she could take it all, really working it with her tongue. In two minutes or so Erika had brought the Japanese businessman, his brow covered in sweat, to an orgasm. "So good, oh, so good," seemed to be all he could get out. Again Erika got up, collected her stuff and got dressed, then headed to the dressing room. She was filled with sexual empowerment, having commanded two men so easily. Back in the dressing room, she got ready for the second set on stage. Erika had to admit she was getting a bit tired, it was almost midnight. But she was filled with an anxious but very stimulating sexual energy as well. Maybe another set and then I will quit, she thought to herself. Then Robert interrupted her thinking. Looking at him briefly she knew how to end the evening. "How much money ya got there honey?" Erika asked slyly. Robert smiled knowingly, and hopefully. "However much you want," he replied. Without waiting he planted three $100 bills on the table. Erika smiled, so Robert acted. "Wanna see my office?" he offered. Erika agreed and in a moment they were in the office, door closed. As Erika collected her thoughts about it all, Robert moved. He got directly in front of her, looked her straight in the eyes and then planted a long, wet kiss on her mouth. Feeling the urge to go for it, Erika responded and opened her mouth allowing in his tongue. They moved their mouths and tongues together for a minute. Then Robert backed up to his desk, looking at her and stating, "I paid, I am in charge, and here's what's next." Erika was a bit shocked, but also blown away by what happened next. Standing in front of his desk Robert unbuckled his pants and zipper and let them drop. Springing forth was massive cock, more immense in its thickness then length, with a very large mushroom head. It was hard and she could see the blood coursing. "Suck it!" Robert commanded. In a flash Erika was on her knees, lowering her head over the massive member, only able to draw in about a quarter of the cock. What she could fit she sucked at as hard as she could. The rest she stroked with both hands. Robert clearly liked it and moaned loudly. After several minutes he grabbed Erika, had her stand, moved her to the desk and bent her over. He slipped her wet panties off and started to press the head of his cock against her pussy. Erika loved it, and indulged herself, "fuck me, fuck me good and hard, use the whole monster!" Robert obeyed and slid it all the way in, first slow, then fast. Now it was Erika's turn to moan. In several minutes Robert blurted out, "Oh fuck, I am gonna cum." Erika pulled free of him, turned around and got on her knees. She immediately placed his cock in her mouth just as it started to jerk in orgasm. As his cum hit her throat Erika also had an orgasm, the tingling heightened by the warm, saltiness of the cum in her mouth. They both leaned back, Erika thinking to herself that this had been, by far, the wildest, most sexual, night of her life. She loved it. Dancing the Night Away! I had spent the entire week looking forward to my friday night. I had a babysitter for my 2 year old so I was pumped for a night out with some friends that I haven't seen in sometime. Wednesday came around and sitting at work on a very warm and sunny day sucked so I had left a little early to get my nails done and directly after to get my hair cut. Before I had my daughter, I loved going out and I always had to look my best. Things still haven't changed in my mind, and I was ready. Thursday night I sat at home with my family. Being a single mom, I still lived at home because I couldn't afford my own place. I am 21, and I barely make 14 an hour, so having a no rent, no bills situation, I was good. My parents are still married after 24 years. I have a brother who is a senior in high school, at 18. He is on the varsity baseball team and is looking to play for a big time SEC team after high school. I hope he makes it as he deserves it after all the work and time he has put in with camps and summer leagues. I work as a retail store assistant manager, at Charlotte Russe at a high profile mall here in Franklin, TN. A lot of celebrities are in and out of here all the time. Just the other day, Miley Cyrus was in with her dad and the Tennessee Titans quarterback, Vince Young, was in with his sister. I am a big sports fan so its exciting to see people like him around town. And here I am, looking by best, in my tight jeans, flip flops, and a nice shirt with my favorite necklace hanging down really low. I consider myself a really cute but simple girl. By no means am I high maintenance, but I have cute clothes. I tan very easily and I have dark brown hair with blue eyes. I'm also 5ft4. I am the short one of the family though. My dad is 6ft3 and my brother is 6ft1 and here I am, way down at the bottom of the totem pole. But in no means do I get any complaints! Friday at work couldn't go by any slower. I tried turning the cock on my boss' computer when she was away but it didn't fool her, even though she was heading out with me that night. Once we closed the store it was nearly 10pm. Town usually doesn't get started til around 11, so we had enough time to go home and get ready. My boss came to my house because she lived a distance away so it made it easier. We were in my room when my brother knocked and asked " May I borrow your laptop while you are out?" "I don't mind." I answered him. He does it a lot. After he left my boss commented on how cute my brother is and told me to tell him he should come out with us, but he couldn't get in anywhere being only 18. "Maybe in a few years" she said to me in a joking voice. We grabbed our purses and down the stairs we went. I stopped by the kitchen and made us a pre-drinking drink. Vodka and Cranberry. But just a little one. We headed to the door and outside we went. My brother was sitting on the porch on the laptop and had to scoot over to let us by. Walking past him and down the sidewalk, I glanced back a him and smiled as he whistled us away calling us some "hotties." He was a sweet kid and will definitely make some girl happy whenever he meets her. Pulling off down the road, Saundra, my boss, and I were chit chatting about boys. She mentioned she hadn't had sex in about 8 months and felt the need to possibly do so tonight, if she meets the right guy. I wasn't looking to score, as I already know the amount of stress that accidents, like becoming pregnant, can put on a girl. We got downtown and met up with the rest of the crew. These girls I haven't seen in about 2 years. We hit the bars and then hit up a few dance clubs. The dance floors were packed with guys galore. I would say the girl to guy ratio was close to 1 to 5, so we had our choice of guy pretty much. I was on the dance floor with Saundra when I felt a guy against me on my backside. He put his hands around my waist and our hips were rocking together. It was fun and when I turned around I had a big smile. The guy must have thought I was weird at first, because he resembled my brother a little. I even told him and showed him a picture. Saundra laughed when she saw me run to get my purse break out my wallet. We danced for awhile and I even let him kiss me while we danced. He was a good kisser. Towards the end of the night, I got his number and we said our goodbyes as he walked me to the car. He was a sweetie and I definitely wanted to see him again sometime. We kissed as I felt his tongue dart in my mouth a few times. We pulled away and I innocently bit my lip as a smile fell across my face. "Ill see you later" he said as he shut the door. On the way home, I kept asking Saundra if I should text him and she told me to wait a few days. It was hard to resist but I knew what I had to do. Unfortunately for Saundra, she didn't meet a good guy tonight but she was in high spirit for me. She dropped me off a little pass 3am and I headed up the stairs to the front door. I turned the key and popped the door open and headed inside and up to my room. I felt my purse buzzing and figured that "Sam" the guy I met was already texting me, so when I got to my room, I checked and it was Justin, my younger brother, asking me if I was ok. I wrote him back and asked where he was and he said he was in his room. I got ready for bed and laid down thinking about Sam and the fun I had. Me and Justin kept texting back and forth. He was asking me and I was telling him about my night. Justin and I were pretty close so this wasn't out of the ordinary. A few minutes went buy and our texting ceased and I was drifting to sleep when it buzzed one more time. It was Justin and this time, what it said took me for a loop. "You looked really hot tonight in your dress!" He said to me. "Thanks" I replied back to him but my mind was still questioning why he said that. So I wrote back and asked him why. I told him that it was flattering but I didn't see myself as a "hot" girl. He said a lot of his friends comment to him about me and he just thought that I would like to know. His comments were sweet and I told him to come down and we could watch a movie in my room if he wanted. Sure enough he told me to hang on and I heard his bedroom door open followed by a little knock on my door. "Come in" I said. He walked in and laid himself down on the bed and grabbed the remote. He skimmed through the movie listings and asked me if there was anything I was in the mood for. I did not care so I let him choose and he picked "Hangover." I had seen it before but could watch it again. After the movie started playing we laid there and talked about my night and how it went. I told him about Sam. "Did you kiss him?" He asked me. "Yea I did a few times." I answered back with a smile. "That's awesome" he said. With how happy my brother seemed for me, it kind of made me a little bitl giddy for a moment and I began to notice how cute Justin is. I never expected that thought, but I can see Sam in my brother and I told Justin that he resembled Sam. Of course his next comment was "so when you kissed, you pictured me huh?" He jokingly asked. "Oh you know it Justin." I said back to him with a smirk. "Well I'm probably a better kisser anyways" he said with confidence. "Oh really now" I asked. I had this feeling come over me that I never felt and I sat straight in my bed and turned to Justin and asked "have you ever thought about making out with me?" I got bright red as soon as I asked it. "I think its natural and normal to think stuff like that Lindsay" he said. "Really? I never have" I replied to him. We looked at each other for a minute and he lifted his hand and placed it on my knee. His finger started to caress around my knee cap. The feeling of his finger felt good and I wasn't in any way, shape, or form to brush it away from me. I pulled the same "bite" to my lip as I did earlier when Sam kissed me and Justin said "wow when you bite your lip, that is pretty sexy." I smiled at him and leaned down and our lips embraced each others and our mouths opened to receive each others tongue. I pushed my tongue into his mouth showing him I wanted him to feel that I was into it. Our mouths opened wider each time our tongues pushed into each others. I could feel his breathing through his nose on to my cheeks. We stayed there in that position kissing for a few minutes. Finally our kiss broke and I reached and wiped away the saliva that built up on my lips. Then I let out a smile and said "you are definitely a good kisser!" We sat there for a moment turning towards the TV to pretend we were paying attention to it. But in my head, all I could think about was how we were just kissing. I got up and said "I have to pee" and made my way to my bathroom. I did have to pee and it was probably from my nerves. I couldn't stop thinking about "our kiss" as I sat in the bathroom for a few minutes. I wondered to myself if I would take things further because I started to feel "in the mood." I came out of the bathroom and went and got back on the bed. He told me I looked very cute which made me smile. I had on my favorite red Old Navy capri yoga pants and a white tank top. I hated socks so I was barefoot. I had my hair pulled back in a tie to keep my hair out of my face. I liked ordinary I thought. "Thanks" I told him as I sat back down beside him. I didn't know what to say next so I made a comment about what all we missed in the movie. He laughed slightly and said to me that it was my fault. I looked at him with a snarl and then stuck my tongue out at him and turned back to face the TV. I felt his hand on my back and I didn't budge. He held it there on my shoulder blade before he started to guide it up and down softly. It felt quite nice. All of a sudden I felt calm after what had happened. I laid back down to get comfortable and rolled over on my left side where my body was facing him. His right hand rested on my right hip as our eyes were focused on the movie. I looked at him and said "want to keep going?" He said "yeah we can kiss more." His response caused me to bite my lip again and as I did I leaned over and lip locked with him. His tongue darted in my mouth as mine did to his. I felt his hand move across my hip caressing my outer tight. Right then I felt bold and swung my right leg over and placed it across his pelvic region causing his hand to come off my body. My right foot fell down on his shin and rested it there. We laid in this position lip locked when I felt his left hand raise up and land on my butt. He gave it a hard squeeze and by doing so I applied more pressure to our kiss. Every few seconds he squeezed sending shivers down my spine and legs. I wanted to straddle him but I wanted him to pull me on him. In my head I thought the next few squeezes he gives me that I will move to straddle him with the pull of his squeeze. One squeeze went by as I acted like I was going to move on him trying to hint to him. Finally the next squeeze came and with a little effort my body lifted and I slid on to him still tonguing his mouth. I could feel between my legs that I landed on the right spot because his dick was perfectly placed under me. He was hard. I took my hand and placed it on his cheek kissing him harder and harder. I pressed into his dick with my pelvic bone grinding into him a few times. "Justin" I said in a whisper as I broke away from our kiss. "I want you Justin. I want to try it." I leaned back down kissing him again. Our mouths rushed to open to feel the wetness of our tongues. My hand reached down and felt between his legs and rested on his balls. "Do you want me baby? I said moaning quietly. "Yeah" I do. He said back to me. I sat up on him for a second turning to the TV to see what was happening but I wanted no part of that movie. I reached down and slid my fingers under the bottom of my tank top and pulled it up and over my shoulders and tossed it on the chair next to the bed. I had my bra on and I reached behind me and unclasped it letting it fall to reveal my breasts to him. He seemed to like what he saw of my breasts as his hand came up from my hip to touch my stomach. His finger played with my belly button ring for a moment before reaching up and grabbing my right tit. "Do you like my body?" I asked him. Justin licked his upper lip before responded with "yeah, your breasts are so soft babe." I leaned back down over him with my breasts hanging over his mouth. He took notice as to what I wanted and he opened his mouth and took my nipple in and started to suck it. He pulled away and said "you smell so good Lindsay" and he commenced sucking on my tit. I let him suck for a few moments before I sat back up. My tit had turned red from his sucking and the pressure of his face against my chest. I sat there straddling on him holding myself up with my hands placed on his and. I wanted more. I leaned back down into him pressing my tits against his shirt kissing him. With his assistance we rolled over and he came to rest on top of me in between my legs. He kissed me more on the lips before his head leaned down and found my tits again. My hands held his head there running my fingers through his hair. I leaned to my left and could see him sucking my tits in the mirror beside my bed and I started watching for a minute. Justin knew exactly what he was doing. With every suck I could feel a pulse inside my nipples leading down to my pussy. Justin's head lifted and came back down lower on my abs kissing and licking across my belly button. Before I know it his fingers were under my butt and inside the elastic of my pants. I lifted my hips as he tugged and slid my pants down to reveal my hip bones and the upper region of my shaved pubic area. With the assistance of my heads my pants then slid down pass my hips and Justin repositioned himself to help me slide my pants completely off. I laid there as naked as can be in front of him. My pussy was wet and had started to drip as I could feel it. Justin reworked himself down to my stomach and kissed it over and over. I wanted him to get lower and he did almost immediately. I felt his mouth touch my pussy ad my legs opened wider for him. His tongue danced across my clit around and around. I looked down and could only see the top of his head as his mouth was engulfed my clit. Justin worked his finger inside my pussy hole and felt around exploring my warm tunnel. He lifted his head off and looked up at me and I felt him pop another finger in me and he fingered me hard for a few moments. With every push of his finger I got closer to orgasm. In and out with his fingers felt better than any dick I have had. Just before I was about to cum, Justin slipped a 3rd finger in me. This was about as much as I could take as it ached a little. I wasn't to experienced. I had only fucked 2 guys before. Justin knew that I was a little uncomfortable and he took one finger out. When he did I was back closer to cumming. He could sense it and started to finger me harder. My hips were turning in with every thrust of his hand and my toes were starting to grip the bed sheets. Soon enough my pussy started to clench and pulse and grip onto this fingers as my body came to an orgasm nothing that I have ever experience before. This was the most powerful one and satisfying. I laid there limp for about 2 minutes after my heart had calmed down. Justin sat there eyeing back and forth from the movie to my pussy. I had him lay down on his back and I opened his legs and rubbed his dick. He had gotten a little soft, probably from the attention that he gave me. And now it was my turn to help him. I pulled down his shorts and slid them off and threw them on top of my shirt on the chair. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and started to stroke it. He was average in size, close to 6 inches long. His dick had started to leak his precum so I smeared it down the shaft to make every stroke feel good to him. As it slowly dried I leaned down and licked from the bottom of his shaft up to the tip of his dick head. I had built up a lot of saliva in my mouth and let it all out on my tongue to re-wet his dick. I started to stroke him more and finally I opened my mouth and the head of dick popped in my mouth. I made a sucking motion with my mouth and got a tight grip on his dick head and sucked back up to the tip and it popped out of my mouth as a sucking noise rang throughout my room. It was really loud! I reopened my mouth and engulfed his entire dick down to the bottom. I stayed at the bottom of it flicking my tongue back and forth. "God baby that's it right there" he moaned to me and back up to the tip I went. And right back down doing the same movement with my tongue on the way down. I lifted my mouth off of his dick and grabbed it softly with my hand and started to stroke him. His dick was very wet from the saliva in my mouth. I stroked him for a good 30 seconds before he told me he was about to cum. I leaned down and placed my mouth back on his dick and I felt his dick start to pulse and I felt his cum shoot up and spread throughout my mouth. I quickly sucked down to the base of his dick trying to capture as much cum as I can down my throat to help me swallow it easier. When he was finished I release his dick and asked him to hand me my water I had beside the bed. I took a sip and looked at him and said "that was a lot of cum" "I'm sorry" he said but I didn't think he meant it. I placed the water bottle back down beside the bed on the floor and laid back down beside him. He still had his shirt on and I told him to take it off. He reached down and lifted it up revealing me his abs and chest. He worked out everyday so he had a hot ass body. He laid back down and I asked him if he was finished. "I don't know yet" he said. "Really are you that lame" I asked back but with a joking manner. I leaned in and kissed him again. He was hesitant to kiss me because of me just swallowing his cum. But he finally gave in. Our tongues dance more and I could feel the heat in my body start to warm my pussy again. He took notice and he rolled over on top of me. "Justin" I said "What babe?" He asked "I want to do this but this is between us ok?". I said "Don't tell a soul and I meant it" I continued on. "I won't I swear" he exclaimed back to me. We began kissing again and my legs were open ride and my feet were now flat down on the bed sheets and my legs opened for him more. I felt his dick creeping its way to my spot and as it found it, it started upward inside me. As it slid inside I took my right leg and rested it over the back of his left leg and he kept pressing inside me. His dick was hunting my cervix and soon it found it pressing against it causing a bit of a tense up in my body. But quickly I was ready for him. He slowly took his dick back out before pressing it back inside me. I laid there flat on my back with my hands wrapped around him holding the back of his shoulders. I wasn't interesting in his kiss. I just wanted to lay there and feel the length of his dick spreading my apart. My feet caressed against his legs sliding up and down feeling his toned calves. My hips started to move in sync with his thrusts. With each thrust against my hips his dick would jolt faster inside me. I started to moan louder but had to calm down as our parents were a room away. My brother smiled at me as he knew I was trying to keep quiet. I could hear the force of his dick smacking against my pussy. It sounded very wet. I tried to look down there a few times to see it but each time Justin would slide in harder, causing my head to bounce back up. He flipped me over on my stomach and pulled my waist up to get my ass in the air. I was on my hands and knees for him. I reached up and pulled the hair tie off letting my long hair fall down on my back. Justin guided his dick back inside my pussy and it felt deeper than ever before. He kept guiding it in and out and before I knew it he was cumming inside my pussy.