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The Morning After Ch. 1

By: lynm35



On Saturday morning Heather opened her eyes slowly. She felt ill. She'd had hangovers before, but she hated them, and this was by far the worst she'd ever experienced. For long moments she lay without contemplating movement, just content to try draw her thoughts together. She realised quite soon, though, that she couldn't remember most of the night. She must have been plastered beyond belief.

A chill settled in her stomach, aggravating her nausea. She was in her own bed at least, even if she had no idea how she'd got there. Some good Samaritan must have taken care of her.  Yvonne, perhaps.

As the Dean's daughter, it would be an enormous embarrassment if she had been placed in a compromising situation. Her parents had often warned her of the implications of inappropriate behaviour – it would compromise the college, and by implication his job. Thank heaven her parents were away: they would be all over her if they saw her like this. She hoped, prayed, that she hadn't done anything stupid.

Something about the sound of the birds, the angle of degree of light in the room, made her realise it was late morning. She would have to get up at some point, even if her nausea was overwhelming her. A shower would help her feel less grubby. She pulled off her blankets and turned hesitantly to rise, sitting with her palms down on the bed for long moments of recovery. 

She stood up and walked across the floor to the mirror. She looked awful. Her green eyes were puffy and red, her skin bloated, her blonde hair tousled on her head, her shoulders slumped. Her mouth was parched, and when she opened it, her tongue was carpeted with a white, textured layer. She teetered on the brink of being ill.

Her summer dress was dishevelled. As she wandered slowly into the bathroom she unzipped it and let it fall to the floor to lie in a heap. She turned on the shower, closed the door and reached behind her to unclip her brassiere. As it fell away she glanced down to watch it slide off her arms, and a chill settled in her stomach.

The inside of each bra cup had a red circle of lipstick. She let the bra fall and raised her breasts: each nipple had been clearly painted with the same bright red shade. She closed her eyes, filled with a sense of intangible doom.

Then, wanting to get into the shower to wash the lipstick off herself, she reached down and drew her panties off; but she felt a shock as the same red tinge appeared in two areas of the fabric. Reaching down to explore, she confirmed her fear: her pussy lips and her anus had been smeared as well. Her hands were shaking, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Who had done this? She would never have done this to herself! Who had seen her like this?

She clambered into the shower, as if she could wash away the events along with the lipstick, feverishly soaping herself down; but as the import of it all sank in, she slowly slid down to sit on the floor of the shower, knees open, head down, thinking: What have I done? What have I done?

The rest of the weekend was terrible: nausea kept on returning throughout Saturday and she still felt wasted on Sunday. She washed her underwear, determined that all traces would be removed before her parents return; and when they wandered in early on the Sunday evening, she managed to pretend convincingly that it had been an uneventful weekend. She was dreading Monday: somebody in the halls of the college would be watching her, remembering the events of Friday night; and she didn't know who.

When Monday dawned she wanted to feign sickness, but realising the inevitability of her situation she came downstairs, ate breakfast, climbed into the car alongside her father. Walking down the college corridors she felt naked – every greeting seemed to have undertones. Her cheeks were flushed with a shame that she couldn't express.

And yet as the day passed slowly without incident. Nobody made reference to the party, and by mid afternoon she began to wonder whether anyone would mention it at all. Perhaps it was all behind her. She relaxed enough to enjoy some humour with friends over a Coke. And then, reaching into her bag almost at the end of the day, she found a videotape and a note that she had not put there. The note was addressed to her, printed off an anonymous computer.

It read: You make a great actress Heather. I look forward to filming you again sometime. Don't let anyone see the tape. We'd hate it to become public. Wouldn't we?

She had to sit down to contain the nausea, but when her father arrived to take her home she feigned nonchalance.  She had to watch the tape, but she felt afraid to do so. She sat through a quiet supper, and then retired to her room, explaining that she wanted to study. The door had barely closed behind her when she pressed the tape into the recorder, started it running and watched with a mounting horror.

At no time in the tape could she see the faces of any of her protagonists. She also could not recognise any of the voices aside from her own: although there were at least three boys present they all seemed much younger than her. She wondered whether they were even old enough to have intercourse at one stage, and their youth seemed to add to the humiliation.

From the beginning of the tape it was clear that she was hopelessly drunk. She was sitting on a bed in a room she didn't recognise, with muted party music in the distance. As she spoke she roared with laughter, moved with extravagant gestures, flopped back occasionally. She was drinking all the time.  The camera focused only on her, but the voices of the boys could be heard quite clearly above the thump of the remote drumbeat.

She took a drink of something, when a voice came from her left.

Voice 1: You're really beautiful, Heather. Way too gorgeous to be the Dean's daughter
Heather (laughing): Thank you. I think so too
Voice 2: It must be a real drag though
Heather: What?
Voice 2: You can't have any fun 
Heather: I can have fun! I have lots of fun!
Voice 3: But you can't ever be naughty, can you?

At this point she fell back onto the bed, sighing and laughing, then sat up to talk again.

Heather: I can be naughty if I want!
Voice 1: I'm sure you can. 

Watching the screen, heather felt angry with herself. It was so clear that these boys were getting their juvenile jollies by flirting with her – she should have got up and walked out of the room. She should have treated them with contempt. Instead, she coyly placed her little finger in her mouth and said: I'm a naughty girl sometimes.

Voice 3: On your own, or with other people?
Heather: It depends
Voice 2: You've never been naughty with anyone. I don't believe it
Voice 1: Way too innocent for that
Heather: I have. I have. I promise you I have
Voice 1: Then what have you done?

She fell silent, and there was laughter around the room.

Voice 1: Nothing. I'm right, aren't I?
Heather: No (pouting)

She was so drunk now, that she was having difficulty sitting upright, leaning back shakily, slurring indistinctly as she spoke. A hand reached across and clasped her knee, but she barely seemed to notice.

Voice 3: Has anybody ever seen your tits Heather?

She drunkenly nodded her head, but Heather knew it was a lie. Nobody had gotten that far with her yet.

Voice 2: I'd like to see those tits. Will you show them to us?
Heather: Mmmm

Hands reached across now, unzipped the back of her dress, pulled it down over her shoulders. It was unclear whether she even noticed. As her bra was exposed, a voice commented: Oh yes…

Voice 1: What size cup do you wear?
Heather: C-cup…

Someone had moved behind her, was unclasping the bra. It was pulled off without ceremony, She must have realised what was happening at this point: she tried to raise her hands, perhaps to cover herself, but they were drawn away and up by the boy behind her; and for the first time her breasts were presented for someone else's view.

The camera moved in at this point, examining them from every angle, the lens almost seeming to touch her nipples as it got closer.  Fingers were toying with her nipples, tweaking them, and the camera moved up to catch her face, eyes closed, lips pursed, sighing softly to herself. 

Voice 2: Do you like this, Heather?

She nodded dreamily.

Voice 1: Do you sometimes play with your tits Heather?
Heather: Sometimes
Voice 1: When do you play with them?
Heather: Sometimes in the shower
Voice 1: Will you show us?

Obediently she raised a hand, stroking her nipple gently for the approving audience,

Voice 1: Do you ever play between your legs Heather?

She didn't respond.

Voice 1: Heather? I asked you if you ever play between your legs. Inside your panties?
Heather: Sometimes
Voice 2: You mean you touch your pussy?

She smiled shyly, nodded slightly, eyes still closed.

Voice 1: Heather – do you touch your pussy? We're asking you a question.
Heather: Yes.
Voice 1: Yes what? Tell us.
Heather: Yes. I touch myself sometimes.
Voice 1: What do you touch?

She frowned, aware even in this state that she was crossing a boundary.

Voice 1: What do you touch Heather?
Heather: I touch my pussy.

A sigh went around the room; it was clearly audible on the tape. 

Voice 2: Will you show us your pussy Heather?

She shook her head, pouting again.

Voice 3: So you're not a naughty girl after all?
Voice 1: I'm going to take your panties off now. Is that alright?

She didn't move. It was unclear whether she had even heard the question.

Voice 1: Heather – I'm taking your panties off now. We want to look at your pussy. OK?

She nodded slightly.

Hands gently pushed her back to lie on the bed. I t was clear that everyone in the room wanted to be part of the action now: multiple hands pushed the skirt up her thighs, pushed her panties down and off, and then drew her knees apart. The back of heads could be seen, as the boys peered forward, reaching across to explore. The camera moved in and it was clear that she was being fingered, her hips moving slowly, her breath laboured and sharp. Panning upwards it caught a penis being drawn out of a pair of trousers and slipped between her parted lips: she sucked on it gently, moaning in response to the attention paid to her naked, spread-eagled pussy. She swallowed involuntarily as the cock suddenly jerked it's contents into her mouth. 

Watching the tape, Heather wriggled, so ashamed that she could not express herself, moaning occasionally at the violation she witnessed. When the third cock orgasmed in her mouth she closed her eyes, too afraid to watch any more.

When she finally opened them again, she had been left lying on the bed, breasts sagging sideways, legs open, pussy lips moist and red. She had apparently not orgasmed herself: her fingers were openly pleasuring her pussy as she sighed softly to herself.

And now, hands appeared bearing her lipstick tube – HER TUBE – and began to apply it to her nipples. She pouted: Nnnooooo; but was ignored. As the hands moved across to her second breast she finally succumbed to the alcohol and seemed to drift away into a merciful sleep. The hands drifted down, and the voices could be heard laughing as her fingers were pulled away, and the stick carefully smeared across her pussy lips.  Somebody shouted: Do her ass! And multiple hands turned her over, and pulled her cheeks apart, The lipstick was pushed against her anus, and rotated like a lollipop to the laughter of the audience.

The tape ended there. She never saw how she was finally dressed and returned to her home. It didn't matter. Heather sat for an eternity, afraid to take the tape out of the video. It was clear that she had made an immense mistake. Nobody must ever be allowed to see this. Ever.

The Morning After Ch. 2



"Yeah." I wanted to cry, laugh, hell all of these emotions vying for attention right now. She just lay there and I let my mind drift to last night and how this situation had all started. My girlfriend of four years had left for college and never bothered to tell me it was over. Her parents had been the ones with the burden, so like her really. So who hears about it and shows up to cheer me up but my twin sister. She knocks on my door at eight o'clock holding a cold beer and hands it to me saying it was the first of many, and it was. I think the tears were waiting until she held me and then the torrent began. I felt like a baby but she cradled me and told me it would be OK. Then the beers started coming and the pain went away and the 'talk' began. She told me what a bitch what's-her-name had been, we talked shit about her for an hour and then we the other questions came.

"So what's your darkest fantasy?" She asked knowing how liquored up I was. I responded without thinking.

"Anal sex, never had it, but titty fucking is a close second." Then I snapped my mouth shut realizing what I just said. Of course she was as shit faced as I was. "So what's yours?" I slipped in while she opened a beer.

"Two guys." She giggled and took a mouth full of beer. She responded and fired another one across my bow.

"What's your favorite sex act you've ever experienced." She looked at me over her beer as she drank waiting for my response. 

"Blowjob, definitely a blowjob." I paused only long enough for her to finish drinking. "You?"

"Well that we have in common, I love sucking dick." The intensity should have warned me but I was too drunk to notice. Then the mood suddenly shifted she seemed on the verge of tears. 

"What's wrong?" I sat down next to her and held her hand. And all of sudden I was on the receiving end of her fears. She had been a cheerleader all through school, and now that she was going off to college she was concerned about being good enough to make the squad so far away from home. 

"Have you been practicing?" She nodded and then asked if I could critique her routine. I said sure and she disappeared out of my room. It didn't take her long to return in her uniform. I blinked a few times, it must have been the alcohol but she looked hot! I mean what guy doesn't find the uniform and the woman in it desirable. The fact that she had put her hair up in ponytails, doing the whole little girl look only made her sexier. She put a CD she had grabbed into my player and chose a song and began to move with the music. My alcohol dulled senses missed all the clues but part of me didn't my dick was semi hard. It was more like a lap dance tempo filling the room than cheerleading music, and when she took my hand and drew me to my feet I still suspected nothing. 

She said she needed help with something and so when she cartwheeled into a handstand I grabbed her legs to steady her. Her skirt fluttered down and in her drunken haze she had forgotten to put any panties on. Her shaved pussy stared up at me and her musky scent was starting to drive me wild. I licked my lips and looked up at the ceiling anywhere but at her hot wet slit. How it happened I don't recall but I looked down once more and my head started to move between her legs drawn by drunken desire. The loss of my only source of sex and now here it was ripe for the licking. As my lips and tongue made contact with her flesh she groaned and pressed herself against me. Then she slowly lowered her arms and rolled her back, with me following all the way down to the floor. She was on her back and I lay atop her licking her pussy and clit with enthusiasm. Soon my fingers found their way into her and it was after that nice long groan that her hands started fumbling with my jeans. Determined as she was in that difficult position she managed to free my hard on. I nearly jumped when her lips wrapped around me. 

She even hummed as she slid my dick in and out of her mouth. Somewhere she muttered for my ears alone, "Mmmm I love a good hard cock!" And then she was all business sucking and stroking as I licked and fingered her. We lay like that for a long time, the beer numbing me enough that I wasn't even close to cumming. With a grunt she rolled me off of her and staggered over to my waist she then lowered herself on top of me spearing herself with my dick. Then the rest of her clothes seemed to leap off of her. I had never seen my sister's body since we were kids taking baths together. But those were many years ago and now her firm breasts were exposed to my gaze I was torn between looking away and suckling them. You can guess which one won out, I sat up and groped one and started licking the other, teasing her nipples to full erection. She ground herself hard against me as I pleasured her tits. Her hips drove down hard and fast on me, filling her and grinding her clit against my hardness. Her panting filled my ears accented by the slapping sound of our bodies meeting. It was just after her first orgasm that I realized she had planned this whole thing. It never mattered to her that we were siblings, she must have been waiting for this for god only knows how long. I looked up into her angelic features, as the orgasm subsided and the rapture left her I asked her.

"You planned this didn't you?" To answer me she brought her legs up and squatted over me and began to thrust hard and fast onto my fleshy spike. Then she stopped suddenly and pulled herself off of me. She crawled over near my head and knelt there on all fours with her pussy staring me in the face, literally. She had thrown down the gauntlet, if I didn't want to fuck her I could leave but I had to walk away. I stood up and looked down at her perfect ass and here she lowered her head submissively and raised her butt higher in the air, so inviting. Damn her! I held the urge at bay for all of two seconds, maybe. I knelt down behind her and plunged into her, her gasp broke the silence. She didn't make any move to aid me her body was there for my pleasure alone. I grabbed her hips for leverage and slowly eased into her, in and out at a snail's pace feeling every inch as her body gripped mine. I reached around to cup one breast and with the other teased her clit. I heard her suck in her breath, she was trying so damn hard not to make a sound. That is how it went for a while so I tried every trick I knew to eek a moan or groan out of her. I slammed into her one moment and then switch gears and eased into her the next. 

Letting only the tip in her for several strokes and then thrusting the whole length after. Still no sound whatsoever so I tried a new tactic. I took the finger that had been lubricated inside of her and started easing it into her ass. I thought for sure she would complain crying out for me to stop but all I got was her pressing herself back forcing it deeper and faster into her. So as my dick caressed her pussy I finger-fucked her ass. I was so drunk I figured if she liked one finger, two would be better. I eased the second one in and was rewarded with a deep inhalation from my dear sister. Nice long dick strokes accented by short stabbing finger thrusts she was really grooving to this. I could feel her second orgasm building and it was coming hard and fast and I held on for dear life. She was pushing violently against me as she rode my dick to the brink and beyond. Her pussy began to convulse and much to my surprise I found myself spurting into her, I buried myself in her deep as I could and just stayed there. I folded myself over her as all strength left me, I knelt there blinking dumbfounded until the full realization hit me. I just fucked my sister, my twin sister! I rolled off of her and lay on the floor staring at the ceiling the guilt and afterglow mixing. And then she was looking down at me smiling still flushed from her experience. 

"That was the best fuck I ever had! Bar none..." on and on she bragged about the toe curling pussy pounding she had gotten. She stopped her rant and looked at me, a look of genuine concern etched on her angelic face. "Hey are you OK? I really wanted this, don't let all that other crap ruin this. We were great together, we fit so well, go figure." I closed my eyes and tried to let go of the guilt and failed. 

"I need a shower." I got up and without making eye contact headed off to the bathroom to wash away the pain of my crime. I peeled off my clothes and reached over and started the water. As the cloud of steam rose up I flicked the switch and started the stream of water shooting out of the shower nozzle. I slipped into the falling water and let my mind go far away. I reached for the soap and began cleaning the funk from me. I rinsed and then wet my hair, standing under the flow letting the heat take my thoughts even farther still. I reached for the shampoo and turned chest first into the stream and began washing my hair. The first clue to her presence was the feel of her breasts pressing against my back. Her arms snaked around me and held me as her head touched my upper back.

"I am so sorry." I barely heard her over the water, her words scarcely a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you, if I could undo this I would, I was selfish." I turned to face her and rinsed the shampoo from my hair. She hugged me again and again I felt her breasts against my chest and the heat of her womanhood against my crotch. In that moment my body betrayed me once again, I blamed the beer once more as my cock hardened shockingly swift. I never saw her smile but I heard her whisper just before her lips touched my dick. "This is for you." 

My hands were busy getting the shampoo out of my hair when I felt her warm wet mouth wrap itself around me. I tried to pull away but the pleasure was so unexpected I froze and let her continue. A part of me wanted this, and she obviously wanted it so I closed my eyes and let her take me away. Now her hands entered the mix and gently stroked, there was no hurry here. She would take as much time as was necessary for me to cum. Her tongue swirled around me and the heat of her mouth was almost too much. I shuddered and held on as her mouth was suddenly gone and then with eyes still closed I felt her pussy so snug and tight wrap around me. I heard her oohs and ahs as she slowly eased herself onto me. I blindly reached out and gripped her hips to help steady myself. 

She began to move slowly impaling herself on me. Until I felt her ass against my crotch and she reached around and took my hand. I let her guide it where she would, straight to her unoccupied pussy. My eyes snapped open and saw myself hilted in her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled and mouthed 'just for you'. I started slowly pumping in and out, accepting her gift and letting go of the guilt. We both moved in sync ever so slowly pleasuring each other. We were one flesh again and I actually reveled in it. Her little noises built my passion, I fingered her clit as I eased in and out of her. Now her noises became grunts of satisfaction as I started to stroke harder and harder into her. The slapping of flesh was now drowning out the water. I was grunting right along with her as the tide of my pleasure started cresting. Her ass was so tight and her murmurs were driving me on to please myself.

"Come on, come on..." Over and over she chanted for me, like I was running a race and nearly at the end. So faster and faster I drove in and out panting with the heat of the shower and the exertion. I felt the wall of pleasure break over me and I cried out as I came in her once virgin ass. My knees buckled and she followed me to the floor of the shower the hot water washing away our fluids. I eased out of her slowly and held her in my arms. She was absolutely glowing, so pleased with herself. "You were my first." A whisper barely audible over my crashing heartbeat. 

"First?" And then I realized what she meant and I pulled her even closer. I wiped a stray hair from her face and leaned down and kissed her for the first time. She returned it with seemingly endless passion. I was exhausted however and needed my sleep. I pulled away finished rinsing off and helped her clean off as well. Then we dried off and she surprised me by following me to my bed. We crawled into be together and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.



The Morning After Ch. 2



Heather woke before the sun rose. Her sleep had been shallow and troubled, images of the video returning repeatedly as dreams. She lay awake, thoughts churning, alternatively terrified and angry. What if the tape got out? It wouldn’t get out. But what if it did? Well – was it that bad really? She had been drunk, and behaved like an exhibitionist slut for younger boys! But it could be said that she had been too drunk to know what she was doing. Oh please - her genitalia had been painted with lipstick! What could be sluttier?

Her mind wandered. She imagined the tape in the possession of her parents, or circulating through the college. She would have to leave the college if that happened. Not just her: her father’s career would be over. She curled into the foetal position, wondering how a nineteen year old could get into this position. She would never drink again. Never.

She dozed again, however, because her father had to rouse her from a deep sleep after the alarm had gone off. She climbed out of bed with the sense of doom more evident than ever. It seemed she had been tired for days now, in a nightmare that was out of her control. She left half her breakfast untouched, and barely talked in the car.  Her father seemed concerned, but she brushed his question away, and muttered something about girl troubles. He seemed satisfied for the moment.

She knew, now, that someone had been close enough to her to put the videotape into her bag. Her tormentor could be anyone, leering at her across a corridor, walking behind her to class, sitting on the grass as she walked by. And if he made himself known, what could she do? Demand the tape back? Plead with him? Threaten him with suspension? He seemed to have all the cards in this situation. Her fear was that he would choose to use this force her into even worse situations (could there be worse situations?) and she would be incapable of stopping him. Worse – the next time she would be sober, and would have to experience the humiliation first hand.

The morning passed, with more than one lecturer commenting on her lack of focus. At lunchtime her food went untouched, just some Coke finding it’s way past her parched lips. When her friends rose to return to class she didn’t have the strength left to follow. Telling them she’d be right along, she sat alone at the outside lunch table, turning over her position, overcome with helpless frustration. She wanted to weep.

Instead, she looked up and watched a boy detach himself from a group and wander confidently over to her table. As he approached, she knew he was involved: his swagger and stare gave it away. She guessed his age as 17, 18 at most. He had the indolent slouch so often found in arrogant teenager boys, his shoulders swaying, turning as he walked, a slight smile threatening to turn into a sneer. He wasn’t unattractive – for a boy both her junior, and a world apart in social standing. To Heather he may as well have been a child. 

He sat next to her. Her skin crawled, and she looked down at her Coke, ignoring him completely, tears threatening to slip down her cheeks, lips trembling too slightly for him to see. She could feel his eyes upon her, watching her, taking in the line of her cheeks, her hair blowing in the gentlest of breezes, the line of her neck, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. The other students were heading off to class now – it seemed as if the food court was emptying aside from them. Neither spoke, until the last witnesses drifted away and they were alone.

His voice was still that of a boy, but his contempt was evident: “I see you’re wearing no lipstick today, Heather. Any particular reason?”

She remained silent for a while, but he waited patiently for a response. Finally, she snapped out, still staring ahead of her, still not looking at him: “Fuck you.”

“Hmm”, he said. “That would be nice.”

“Do you know how much trouble you are in? If that tape gets out you’re going to jail.”

He laughed. “For what? You agreed to everything we did. In fact you fingered yourself while we watched, knowing there was a camera there. That undermines your case a bit, doesn’t it?”

“You took advantage of me when I was drunk. That’s despicable. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“You went to a bedroom at a party with three boys younger than you. What were we to think? What would anyone think? To lead on three teenagers, who were almost still boys. That’s actually quite shameful when you think of it. I know that’s what the College Board will say. You know how they are.”

The implicit threat hung in the air between them. Finally she turned to look at him for the first time. He had brown eyes, watching her closely, no hint of fear. His hair was slightly longer than it should have been; it curled untidily about his ears, and hung down around the side of his neck. She spoke with bravado: “Give me the fucking tapes and I promise you won’t get into trouble. OK?”

He smiled. “I don’t think so. Those tapes are valuable and rare.”

“Oh I see. Well tell me the price and let’s get it done with.”

He seemed surprised for a moment. “You don’t understand. I could copy those tapes and sell one to every student on campus.  The profit would be enormous. You couldn’t afford to pay me enough. And I will never give you the tapes. Never. At most, I might be tempted not to sell them for profit.”

The truth was out. She stared at him venomously.

“This is how I see it”, he continued. “I’m eighteen. I can have sex, but you know, I don’t have that many offers. Either me or my friends. We get so horny that all we can think about is what hides under all these skirts that pass us every day. And then you come along.”

“I don’t know what you think I am. I’m still a virgin. I might be older than you but that doesn’t mean anything. I’m not about to have sex with anybody.”

“We’ll all be virgins together then. Won’t we?”

“What the fuck do you want? Group sex? Me with all your friends? Like that’s ever going to happen!”

“We’ll see. You don’t want me to start selling those tapes around. And I will if you don’t make it worth my while not to.”

She suddenly stood up. “I have to get to class.”

“Sit down. Now.” She didn’t move. This was it. They both knew that this was the point at which she called his bluff or resigned herself. He raised his hand – maddeningly confident – and cupped her ass in his palm through her skirt. “You sit down now or your pretty little pussy is going to be paraded on every screen in town.” His fingers trailed down her skirt, slipping under the hem. She stood motionless, paralysed. His fingers slipped up the back of her legs now, inch by slow inch, as he spoke. “Everyone watching you with your legs open”. His fingers slipped in between her legs, still rising until they found the material of her panties. “And your panties off”. He straightened his index finger, stroked her through the material, finding lips, pressing the fabric between them. “Everyone seeing you with your own finger slipping in between your legs”. He pulled aside the leg of her panties and was suddenly touching her, his index finger sliding, driving between her pussy lips. Her legs were shaking, and she finally sat down as he pulled his hand away.

“Good”, he said. “I’m glad you saw sense.”

Her lip was trembling, her breathing heavy, breasts rising and falling. He watched her for a moment before saying: “You were wet. You know? You liked having me touch you there didn’t you?”

She shook her head.

He laughed. “Don’t lie to me.  You behave so innocent, but you were enjoying having me finger you in the open here. Weren’t you?”

She shook her head again. “No!”

He leaned close, his face inches from hers. “You’re only lying to yourself, Heather. Not to me. I’m going to finger you every day while everyone sits around eating lunch, until you admit that you enjoy it.”

She looked away from him, her head hanging down so that her hair hid her face. “Now”, he continued, “give me your panties.”

She looked up, startled. “What?”

“Take you panties off and give them to me now.”

“Here?”

He nodded. 

“I can’t! It’s out in the open.”

“Nobody can see”, he snapped. “Don’t fuck with me – just give me your panties now!”

Glancing around to make sure nobody could see, she reached under her skirt, shifting her hips from side to side as she slid them off and finally pressed them quickly into his hands. He stroked the softness, examining them.

“Good. Now lift your skirt a bit, so I can see your pussy.”

“Noooo”, she shook her head, looking at the table again.

“Now.”

The single word was enough. In absolute obedience she lifted the hem, head down.

“Come on. Open those legs. Don’t hide away.”

She held her skirt up, legs open, waiting for him to satisfy his curiosity. He looked closely, then reached out and ran the back of one finger across her lips. He looked up at her and laughed briefly. “You’re still wet, Heather. Don’t tell me this isn’t turning you on.”

She remained silent.

He suddenly leaned back. “No panties for you tomorrow. I want to be able to touch when I feel like it. You understand?”

She looked imploringly into his eyes, but found no mercy.

“You understand?”

She nodded once. 

“Put your skirt down”, he said. “I have to go to class.” He stood up.

“What’s your name?”, she asked.

He looked at her.

“Michael”, he said. “Like the angel.”



The Morning After Ch. 3



I fell into a dream filled sleep. I was standing in my old grade school and everyone was there, all my friends I grew up with. But they were all grown up and sitting in the desks dressed like kids, weird. The door opened and the nun entered with books and ruler in hand. Instead of the old battleaxe it was my dear sweet sister, boy could she fill out a habit. She set the books down and looked at me and approached with ruler in hand. 

"Well you've been a bad boy haven't you." I could only nod. She grabbed me with that dream strength and had my pants down before I could blink and the class was awful quiet. The room was empty and when I looked at my sister all she was wearing was the headpiece to the habit, she was naked otherwise. She handed me the ruler and bent over the teacher's desk.

"I've been very bad." I could only stare at her perky little ass and 'SWISH, CRACK!' the ruler found its mark. It whistled through air again and again until her cheeks were crimson and only the barest of whimpers came from her mouth. 

"On your knees and suck my dick." My dreamself was wanting to demean her and it was working she knelt and crawled over on all fours. I watched her ass sashay as she approached.

"Whatever you want." Then in that disjointed way she was furiously sucking me, my dick was wet from her mouth and huge. The wet smacking sound all I could hear. It was so real I felt like I was gonna blow right then and there. I could feel her hand jacking me and her warm wet mouth wrapped around me.

"I am going to blow," I said as the build up was just too much. She just continued to suck and pump with her hand. I came and I woke with my sisters lips wrapped around me. She smiled as she swallowed.

"You talk in your sleep." She said as she wiped the last of me from her lips. "You taste wonderful by the way." We cuddled and I drifted back to sleep with her in my arms. 

I woke up late to her pussy right over my face and she was lowering her lips to my hard on. To say I was confused would be an understatement. I did what was natural and ran my tongue along her lips. 

"Oh you're awake finally, I woke up wanting some dick hope you don't mind." I mumbled a reply considering my mouth was full. She had said she loved sucking dick and she was proving that. So as her hands and lips began to work on me again I leaned up and began to lick along her pussy lips teasing her. I pushed my tongue inside of her and avoided her clit like the plague. She groaned in frustration and ground against my face as she deep throated my dick. She pumped her face mouth fucking me and driving me close to cumming so quickly but she stopped before and pulled away to enjoy my tongue finally flickering her clit. She murmured encouraging me to lick and tease her more. "Oh yeah... oh yeah." I nibbled on her clit and she bit back a scream, then with the words, "I need your dick elsewhere." She pulled off my face and shifting again lowered herself onto my cock again. "Oh that dick is so hard, it feels so good!" She rode me deliberate and easy moving achingly slow, I watched my dick gradually disappear into her shaved pussy. Then she just sat there with me buried in her. 

"Nice view huh?" She asked as she played with her nipples. I nodded and took her beauty in her deep auburn hair framing her heart shaped face. Her perfect breasts now being teased and played with. And remembering piercing her perfect ass last night, I flexed my dick while she sat there. She giggled in surprise and winked when I did it again. She clapped her hands together and bounced just a little driving me wild. I growled and shifted my body throwing her onto her back, my dick still buried in her. She looked deeply into my eyes and threw her arms up in submission.

"Fuck me, take me, do whatever you want!" She closed her eyes and waited. I moved in and out of her slowly feeling every inch of her as she clenched her pussy on the in stroke. My pace picked up moving faster and faster in and out and her voice a hoarse whisper, "oh god," over and over again. Now our bodies smacking against each other, slap, slap, slap. I lifted her legs up and pressed them against my chest changing the angle of my penetration. She groaned as I continued the frantic pace of pumping into her. I pulled out of her suddenly seeing her stiffen as I lowered the head and eased into her ass. She groaned welcoming it back into her once more. "Yes fuck my ass!" Once the head was in the rest slid in easily and soon I was pistoning in and out of her oh so tight ass. It was an incredible feeling, and the fact that she liked it as much as I made it even more pleasurable. I rolled her onto her side to get deeper penetration and she grunted mirroring my desire. She fingered her clit and pussy all the while I banged away at her rear end. She threw her head back and actually came while I was buried to my balls in her. I could feel her orgasm through her ass, it was so alien and yet perfect somehow. I paused in my thrusts giving her time to recuperate but she eeked out one word.

"More." So I started pumping again, ever so slowly in and out of her. Focusing my attention on the sensation of her tightness gripping me. So warm, so wet and so snug, the perfect environment for my dick right then. She was playing with clit and nipples with exquisite passion. I could hear her murmuring something but I couldn't make it out. My heart was triphammering again and the outside world was falling away as my attention was only for my dick and her ass. Nothing else seemed to matter and as my orgasm started building and the point of no return was on me my sister was thrusting her ass against me and screaming something unintelligible. With one last thrust I buried myself deep in her and it felt like a part of me broke, the intensity nearly blacked me out. I was straining for air and she held me as I got control over my body once more. She looked down at me with a look of concern and asked if I was ok, I nodded and told her it was the intensity of cumming that did it. She smiled and said something about a killer ass, literally. I slept then, and when I woke up next to her, there was no guilt only a strange warmth.



The Morning After Ch. 3



Julia watched Heather at the breakfast table carefully. Something was wrong; a mother could see these things. Heather kept her eyes averted; her head was down much of the time, her responses monosyllabic.  Something was happening in her life.

Of course Jack didn’t even notice – he was so wrapped up thinking about the college (she pursed her lips briefly at this point) that his family could disintegrate without him noticing. For the briefest moment she reflected on the circumstances of her life, then turned back to the problem at hand: she had thought about all of this too many times before.

“Are you all right, honey?” she asked Heather.

Her daughter appeared startled. “Oh yes! Fine!” A smile flittered across her face, a butterfly lost in turbulent winds.

“You sure?”

Suddenly Jack pitched in: “I asked the same question two days ago. Maybe you’re off-colour princess?”

Heather stayed silent for a moment, watching her parents like a deer in headlights. “Maybe”, she finally commented. “I think I’m fine, though.”

Julia kept on watching, though – even when the conversation turned to other things; and each nervous glance and mumbled phrase strengthened her opinion.  Another problem to deal with – and, as always, she knew that she would have to take it in hand.

Julia had married Jack when she was only 19. It seemed now as if she had been so much more mature then than Heather was now, at the same age. But the reality was that she had married because she was pregnant, with the first suitor that had caught her eye. Jack had seemed so worldly – she had barely scraped any education together at all, while he had prospects: a college degree was in the offing, with the promise of a fruitful academic career ahead. Perhaps getting married would turn a bad situation into a good future – but the reality had been disappointing. Jack was an academic at heart – his career and studies would always be the central focus of his life. Each progressive promotion distanced him further from his family. 

The marriage had to be seen to be ideal, to protect his tenure, to qualify for the next academic rung, to project the image of a man suitable to manage the future of children. Julia learned to behave appropriately, for her livelihood was enmeshed with his, but she paid her own price. At 38, she would look in the mirror and contemplate what she saw: still attractive, but unquestionably becoming matronly, her slim hips gone forever. She wondered sometimes if a man would find her attractive now. She also wondered what it would be like to be with another man – someone to explore her desires, to lead her into temptations that she could only imagine. Who would ever have thought that she would spend her life with one man? Did anybody still do such a thing?

The irony was that all these years of conformance to some idealistic vision of appropriate behaviour was being wasted by Jack’s only vice – he had progressively gambled away all their savings. By the time she found out it was too late. She had almost left him – but what then? She had no way of earning a living, not after almost 20 years in his shadow. And Heather had to be cared for. The only option was to maintain this farce, ignoring her growing desire for an indescribable fulfilment, safeguarding his job as she had always done.  Her occasional daydreams were populated with rich, powerful, faceless men who courted her, then drew her close, totally in control, violating her, rendering her helpless and somehow safe before their relentless demands. Jack was an introverted wastrel with no desire or ability to manage the needs of his family – it fell to Julia to organise their lives. The men of her fantasies, however, took charge.

She kept these daydreams intensely private, projecting a model image. The family ran smoothly under her direction, while she and Jack drifted into quiet separate lives.

Heather’s problem was disquieting. She knew even before father and daughter left to head off to college together that she would search Heather’s room. She had done it before, and had never been caught out.  The sound of the car had barely faded before she entered the room, and began a methodical examination. She had to be cautious that it appeared undisturbed, but even so she realised quite soon that there was nothing untoward. She had already given up and was turning to leave the room when she realised that the video recorder was switched on. She pressed play, and switched on the television as an afterthought, a whim. But she realised within moments that the clue to Heather’s behaviour lay in the scene before her.

Different emotions coursed through her as the events unfolded. She was surprised to see Heather on the screen, and in a matriarchal response noticed how similar Heather looked to herself at that age. Then, as the boys started quizzing her, Julia felt some anger, which grew to a quiet rage as Heather was stripped of her clothing. And then, strangely, Julia’s mouth went dry as she saw Heather being spread open, touched, examined. Her hands trembled slightly when she saw the first penis being pushed between Heather’s lips, and she flicked the machine off. She sat on the bed, lost, angry, wanting to weep, wanting to rant and rave. She stood up, went downstairs and cleaned the house in a rage of indecision. It seemed inconceivable. How drunk had Heather been?

The lure of the video could not be ignored. After she had calmed down a bit she climbed the stairs again, sat down on the bed and switched on. She watched, quietly this time, as her daughter progressively took three boys cocks in her mouth, stroked and sucked until the boys groaned and spilled their lust down her throat. When they painted her genitalia with lipstick she flushed in embarrassment for her daughter, and a half-cry of shame escaped her lips when Heather was turned over, her bottom spread, and her anus daubed with the red stuff. Her mind seemed empty of cohesive thought – for long moments a monologue streamed through her brain: “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”

She found the remote device and turned it off. Then, consciously she pressed the rewind until she found what she would later think of as the cock-sucking scene. She watched it again, and then again; and as offensive as the scene was she found herself pursing her lips, imaging that hardness forced into her mouth, a hand against her head drawing her close. When she finally let the tape run, she imagined with a barely acknowledged pleasure what it would be like to have her legs opened, to be touched, and finally to have the lipstick drawn across her genitalia while an audience of men watched. She felt startled, then immediately guilty as she realised she had projected herself into the scene and that it had fascinated her. She threw down the remote angrily. What was to be done? The only thing she knew with absolute certainty was that the tape should never become public: Heather should never have to face that humiliation again.

But if Heather had this tape, somebody probably had another copy. She had to find out. She would have to speak to Heather, however difficult that was likely to be. How to approach it though? It didn’t matter what she said to Heather, her daughter would relive those events again.  It would be difficult to contain her anger at Heather’s behaviour, but it would be damaging to Heather if she let it show. Somehow she would have to walk a line between empathy and retribution. 

It was also clear that she could not discuss this while Jack was present. It would have to be a private dialogue. After debating the issue for most of the day, she concluded that it could only be addressed with a straight, if tactful, conversation. She deliberately maintained a light conversation once her family returned home, then waited until late in the evening. Jack drifted off to bed, but she could see that Heather’s light was still on. She knocked softly on the door, then closed it behind her when Heather invited her in.

Heather was lying in bed reading a book in the half-light thrown by her bedside table. Julia sat on the bed and placed her hand lightly on her daughter’s arm.

“Hey mom – what’s up?”

Julia paused. There was no easy way to say this. “I saw the tape hon.”

Heather froze, smiled nervously. “What tape?”

“You know what tape. You and the boys.”

There was silence between the two women for a while. Then Heather spoke softly. “I am so sorry, Mom. I was so drunk…” There were tears in her eyes, and her voice quavered as she spoke.

“I know. That is really no excuse.”

Heather turned her face away. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks now, and Julia felt the anguish of every parent disciplining a child. “If that’s what happens when your father and I go away, we won’t be able to leave you at home anymore.”

Heather nodded in misery, too ashamed to even argue.

“But”, Julia continued. “We have to make sure that no further damage is done. Are there any more tapes?”

Heather nodded, her eyes facing downwards toward the bedspread.

“How many more?”

“I don’t know.”

“Who has the tapes?”

“Michael.”

“A boy at college?”

“Yes.”

“Did he give you this tape?”

“Yes.”

“Did you tell him you want all the tapes back?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“He won’t give them to me.”

“Why not?”

There was silence. Julia continued: “What does he want for the tapes?”

“He won’t give me the tapes, mom.”

Julia’s heart froze. “Is he blackmailing you?”

Heather nodded.

“What does he want from you?”

Heather stayed silent, too ashamed to speak.

“It’s ok hon – it’s time to tell me now.”

Heather suddenly looked up, stared imploringly at her mother.  “He touches me.” Julia didn’t say anything, and after brief moments Heather continued, her voice hoarse. “He makes me leave my panties at home, and then he touches me under my skirt. He makes me lift my skirt and show him.”

“Oh hon…” Julia drew her sobbing daughter into the comfort of her arms and let her weep in near silence for long shared moments. When she finally recovered some composure, Julia asked: “Where can I find this Michael?”

“He’s around at school” – voice coming in short gasps of air – “but he’s told me to come see him on Saturday afternoon.”

“At his house?”

Heather nodded. Julia hugged her daughter closely. “Don’t worry, hon – I’m coming with you. We’ll get the tapes back together”

Julia lay awake later, angry, frustrated, impotent. This creep had it coming. She would go to his house and demand the tape back, use the threat of his parents to intimidate him into doing what she wanted. As she slid into half-sleep, however, she imagined (or did she dream of?) walking into a house without panties, and a hand lifting her hem and cupping her pussy lips while a finger inveigled it’s way between her lips to torment her.

On Saturday afternoon, she told Jack that she was taking their daughter shopping, and as usual he was happy to let them head off on their own. The address that Heather had been given was not in an area that Julia was familiar with: she was surprised to see how affluent the surroundings were. It took longer to find the address than she had expected, and the house stood back from the street, isolated by full, flourishing trees. Of course the college had students from wealthy backgrounds, but this was not what she had expected at all. She stared at the imposing black door, and had to draw on her reserves of anger before she got out of the car, telling Heather to follow. As could be expected, the doorbell initiated deep resonating chimes within the house, but when the door finally opened it was by a man in his late twenties: this clearly wasn’t Michael.

He stood over six feet, with dark long hair that hung in a thick ponytail down his back.  His torso gave the clear impression of strength, and deep brown eyes twinkled with the half-smile on his lips. “Can I help you?”

“We’ve come to see Michael”, said Julia.

“I see”, he said. “Come in”. He opened the door and bade them enter as if it was entirely usual for a 38 year old woman to be inquiring after a 16 year old boy. He led them into a lounge area, talking as he went. “My name is Dmitri. I am Michael’s brother, really his guardian as our parents are no longer with us.” The lounge area had a number of chairs in a semi-circular fashion – a young boy was sitting, smiling at them as they arrived. He glanced at Julia with some bemusement. This, obviously, was Michael.

Dmitri beckoned them to sit down, and spoke again as he did the same. “I was expecting one visitor this afternoon – I certainly didn’t think she’d bring a friend.” The words startled both women. 

After a moment’s pregnant silence, Julia broke in: “We actually came to talk to Michael.”

Dmitri, smiling, responded: “About the tape perhaps?” He laughed. “I see you’re surprised. No need to be – Michael and I don’t keep secrets from one another.” It dawned on them suddenly that he had clearly viewed the tape himself, even though he had not bee present at the party himself. Heather broke into an immediate flush.

“We’ve come to get the tape back”, snapped Julia, impatiently now.

Dmitri looked thoughtfully at her. “Oh I see! You are the mother, yes?”

“Yes.” Julia stared at this impertinent, arrogant, lazily casual man. They hadn’t know she was coming – what would the have done to Heather is she wasn’t here?

“You have come to protect your daughter’s virtue.” He laughed with gusto. It’s too late for that, I think.”

Julia turned to Michael. “Give me the tapes now and we’ll take this no further.” Her voice was brittle, businesslike.

Michael was taken aback, but Dmitri spoke again before he could respond. “And if we don’t give you the tape, how much further will you take this? Tell me.”

Julia turned back to face him. “My daughter was drunk and your brother chose to take advantage of her.”

“You daughter chose to get drunk, and then to undress and finger herself while the boys filmed her. That’s what the tape shows. That’s what will go on sale at the college. Or onto the internet. There’s a real demand for this kind of thing, you know. And it’s perfectly legal. The lipstick adventure is quite unique –that will make it a high-demand item.” He paused, smiling implacably, while Julia glared at him. “Such a shame to have to go through life with that on your record. Such a shame for your father to have to change jobs, perhaps never get quite the same position again? The academic community is very small, after all.  Rumours last.”

“You bastard”, Julia whispered.

“Perhaps I am”, he said. “But there are alternatives.” She sat, in rigid silence, waiting for him to continue.

Instead, he stood up, and walked across to sit alongside her. She shifted away slightly, but unperturbed he reached across and took some strands of her hair in his fingers. “Michael and Heather can amuse themselves. You and I can go upstairs, perhaps? And take off your clothes? And fuck?”

She started trying to stand up, but he caught her arm. “You’re stupid!” she cried. ‘We’re leaving now!”

He cut in before she could say any more. “Then the tapes will be online by tonight. And on sale at the college by Monday. And your husband’s career will be over by Tuesday.” He let go of her arm. “I’m going upstairs now. You choose if you wish to follow.” He rose slowly, looked back at her quizzically and waited. She looked up slowly into her daughter’s pained eyes. 

“I’m so sorry, mom”, she said.

Then, silently, Julia arose from the chair and walked behind Dmitri as he climbed circular stairs. Conflicting emotions raged in her: anger, frustration at her impotence to stop this – and yet, Dmitri’s arrogance, his total lack of compromise echoed her fantasies, and her heart was pounding, almost painfully in her chest.

He turned into a door, and as she followed him he turned around to face her, pulled her in, pushed her back against a wall. Without niceties he unbuttoned the front of her jeans, with hands too strong for her to consider challenging him. He pulled them down, taking her panties at the same time. With an embarrassed cry she tried to hide herself, but he trapped both wrists in one of his hands and pulled them away. He bent forward slightly to examine her at his leisure, running a thumb through her pussy hair, parting her lips, finding the nub of her clitoris and tweaking it until she cried out, and her legs shuddered. Apparently satisfied, he pulled her across the floor to the bed: she struggled, hobbled by the clothing at her knees, then struggled briefly as he twisted her arms behind her back and she felt the coldness of steel clamp onto each wrist.

She lay face down now, helplessly pinned by his knee in her back. He ran a hand across her bottom. “You have a nice ass”, he said. “You ever been fucked in your ass?”

She shook her head frantically: “Noooo!”

He pulled the ass cheeks apart, obviously examining her again. She felt the humiliation of a finger trailing it’s way towards her anus, circling it briefly, then slipping into her.  At the same time another finger was opening her pussy, starting to drive inwards. The simultaneous violation caught her breath, and her mouth went dry as she moaned softly. She tried to pull her hips away, but within moments the movement changed into a rhythmic cycle, captive against the ministrations of his hand. He laughed quietly, then whispered: “The pussy wants what the pussy wants.”

She closed her eyes, drifted into a world of touch. She felt herself drawing towards a climax, but he took his hand away, leaving her to raise her bottom into the air in want. “Don’t stop…”, she whispered.

He said nothing, and then she felt him move astride her, place his hands under her hips and pull her towards him. She was afraid to let him do this, but she wanted him inside her. “The time has come”, he said, and then slowly pulled her ass onto his cock

She had never felt this full – at first she couldn’t breath, pushing her face into the pillow, but he held her still for long moments, filling her, letting her adapt, and then gently stroking into her, long deep driving strokes. She had never before made a sound during sex, but she realised she was calling his name repeatedly. Could Heather hear her? She no longer cared. Her hips were bucking, demanding release, and it came as he forced his hand up the front of her blouse, under her brassiere, roughly clutching her breast and squeezing it mercilessly: she cried out his name once, loudly, then lay motionless while he satisfied his needs within her.

Much later, as they both lay naked, facing one another, she gently stroked his cock, feeling it’s weight, touching the softness and the hardness of it, the ridges, examining it as she had never done with any man before. He smiled as he watched her. She spoke quietly to him. “What is this? Between us, I mean?”

He reached across, combed fingers through her pussy hair., then looked into her eyes thoughtfully. “You are my …toy”, he said. “To fuck. And I am your fantasy I think.”

She said nothing for a while. “Will I see you again?” she finally asked.

He laughed, gently slapped her bottom. “A lot. But maybe I let Michael fuck you next time.”

Amazingly, she felt tears well in her eyes. He watched her, still apparently amused. “Or we photograph you. Or you give him a blowjob. The possibilities are endless.”

She looked around the room. Her life had changed so much in one week. From domesticated wife and mother to confused sex-toy. The room was beginning to darken as the afternoon drew to a close.

She looked into his eyes. “I have to go.” He nodded without comment. 

They dressed slowly. Walking downstairs she saw Heather, naked on the couch, legs open for Michael’s video. It was an incredible, unbelievable sight, and yet now it seemed almost ordinary. Heather turned her face away from her mother in shame. “It’s ok hon”, said Julia. “We have to go.”




The Morning After Ch. 3



Michael looked up at Julia. “I’m glad you came”, he said, in a juvenile attempt at humour.

“Yes”, Julia reflected, and thought to herself – perhaps I am as well.




The Morning After Ch. 4



A week had passed and I was nearly packed ready to go off to college. What a transition, going from living with my parents to being on my own! I held the letter of acceptance in my hand once more and looked at the letterhead and the hand written signature of the Chancellor. It felt unreal and like someone else's life still. Maybe once I was on the airplane and away from everything I knew it would finally sink in. 

The doorbell rang and I opened it and saw Nicolas standing there I looked up to make eye contact.

"Thanks for coming over." I stepped aside to let him in. "Come on in."

He lumbered in, at six foot four and well over two hundred pounds he was literally a russian bear. "Are you sure about this Michael?" Of course he pronounced my name with his light accent 'mee-kel'. 

"Yes, it is a parting gift and she has always liked you. You find her pretty don't you?" He actually blushed and nodded.

"Da, I have had, how you say, the hots for her for a long time." He sat on the couch with his long legs stretched out before him. A thought just came to me.

"Nic, are you a virgin?" He looked at me and a long pause and he started laughing, tears were rolling down his face. He actually had difficulty breathing for a little while.

"Michael, you slay me, is that right?" I nodded. "I am not a virgin I will not disappoint your sister, or you. This gift of me she will remember for many years." He seemed very confident of pleasing her. I looked at his huge hands and wondered at the old wives tales. 

"OK, she will be here in about half an hour. So why don't you go hang out upstairs in my room and I will get things going. And I got the bottle of vodka you wanted, I also got her a bottle of tequila so that should loosen her up." I handed him the bottle of alcohol and off he tromped up the stairs. He moved like a gorilla but I hoped he fucked like a nordic god. 

A half an hour to the minute the front door opened and my twin showed up wearing spandex pants, a clingy tube top and her hair in a single ponytail. She saw the boxes filled with my stuff and nearly started to cry right there. I rose from the couch and she threw herself into my arms. 

"I am going to miss you so much!" Her tears started flowing and I felt my shirt getting wet. I held up the bottle of tequila and her eyes widened. "Oh yes, we are getting so fucked up tonight!" I broke the seal and poured two shots and we toasted the threw down the burning liquid. Immediately I poured a second round and the first three shots were like that then we slowed down. We talked about old times and then two more quick shots when I broke the news.

"I got you something special for my parting gift to you." She looked puzzled and right on cue the heavy footsteps could be heard coming down the front steps. It was Nicolas alright, but not as I planned, no he was naked and sporting an erection that would have intimidated even a seasoned whore. She looked at his dick and then at me.

"Oh Mike, you shouldn't have." She didn't look alarmed in the least, as a matter of fact she looked hungry to challenge that foot long. She rose to her feet and in a dreamy sort of way she approached Nic and without even a hint of foreplay she grabbed his dick and tugged. He grunted and let her play with it. As she knelt in front of him, "Is this all for me?" He could only nod, and it was then that I saw the empty bottle still clutched in a fist. The fact that he was still standing was a fucking miracle. I watched as my sister took that monster cock in her mouth and licked the length of it. Her hands moved up half the length while her mouth worked on the tip and what she could actually fit down her throat. 

"Oh yeah, suck my dick bitch!" My mouth dropped open in shock as the quiet giant began to hurl obscenities at my sister. And she just ate it up, she smiled up at him and gnawed on the tip and watched him flinch at the sharp sensation. Then she returned her full attention to sucking that monster down her throat. Inch after inch she forced till half of it had disappeared and still she pushed until a good eight inches was gone. We both stared at her as like a fabled sword swallower she hilted him to his pubic hair down her talented gullet. Then like a woman regurgitating a snake his dick miraculously reappeared back to the light of day. She worked both of her hands over his semi hard cock.

"I want this bad boy rock hard before I put it inside of me." Putting him in his place I watched it get harder and even longer. When it was sticking straight away from his body she nodded that it was time. "Lay on the floor in front of the couch Mike gets a good seat after all he set this all up." Nic stalked over and lay down like a puppy answering his master's call. The flag pole dick pointed straight up at the ceiling and she stood over it and licked her lips and straddled him. She slowly lowered herself down on the titanic cock of this Russian giant. She sighed as it parted her pussy lips and began to enter her. A look of absolute delight lit her face, she nodded to no one and dropped down six inches and whooped. "Yeah, now that's a dick!" She patted his thigh like petting a dog for a good deed. She stayed there for six strokes or so and then let herself drop another two inches and rolled her eyes in her head and growled. 

She stroked up and down on those nine inches and got into a good grove for five minutes or so. I was rock hard watching her faces and wanting so bad to whip my dick out and have her suck me off. As if reading my mind she paused for a second and motioned for me to come over. I took a shot and rose to my feet and walked and stood before her. "I want to suck your dick, now!" That was no request that was a demand. I opened my fly and freed my cock and placed it within reach of her mouth. She grabbed my hips and got the right position for me and then as she humped his dick the motion allowed to suck my cock with minimal effort and distraction. She swirled her tongue around me as she rode the monster and all Nic had to do was lay there and enjoy himself. His drunken smile was almost funny. Now her hands again on my hips adjusting my position as she took another inch into her wet warm depths. Her legs were beginning to shake from the effort but she went with the burn and continued fucking him. I think she took perverse pleasure humbling this man with the huge cock. I guess the 'suck my dick bitch' comment didn't sit well with her. She pulled me from her mouth and whispered in my ear. "I need you in my ass, this will not likely ever happen again, please fuck my ass!" I handed her the bottle and we took turns for a second or two exchanging shots. I moved behind her and kneeled, Nic only smiled further and nodded his approval. Like I fuckin' cared at this point, this was for her not me. I waited for her to stop moving, she lowered herself the rest of the way down and took the remainder of the monster inside of her. Nic and I wore mirrored expressions, how the hell? She looked over her shoulder and nodded, I moved into position rubbed my steel dick against her entrance and with steady pressure eased into her tightness. The head popped in and she sighed, "I never imagined." And then the rest of the length moved in and before too terribly long we were both buried to the hilt in her. "Just sit a moment." She said and when she was ready I began to pump in and out of her. My motion moved not just my dick but forced the movement of Nic's dick too. We were all moaning and groaning as we found a nice rhythm. I reached around and freed her breasts and teased her nipples, they deserved some attention too. "All I need is a dick in my mouth to make this perfect." She wasn't disappointed just whistfully thinking out loud. I whistled and she looked over her shoulder looking confused until Dave, one of her old boyfriends stepped from around the corner. He had been hiding in the closet naked and listening for my signal.

"Ask and you shall receive." Was all I said. I had told Dave if he wanted a parting shot at her mouth he should be here on this day and knowing how bad they had broke up he would not disappoint, and he hadn't. He placed his eight inches in front of her and she hungrily took him into her mouth. She greedily sucked him off as I rebuilt the pace we had set and knew she would never feel like this ever again so it had to be perfect. I held off my orgasm with clenched teeth and shots from the bottle. But to my sorrow it was Nic who blew first. He cried out and I could feel him shoot into her and like some deck of cards sis convulsed under the sensory overload of three cocks. I continued to stroke in and out as she continued to suck and stroke on Dave's dick. I felt my dick painfully harden in her ass and Dave was breathing fast and deep. His face reddened as he got closer and closer to cumming. We were racing he and I as sis rode out the energy as they built and built. And finally I could hold on no longer and Dave and I came simultaneously filling her mouth and ass. We all collapsed in a heap on the floor with my sister in the middle of us. We were all gently stroking each other enjoying the afterglow and sipping from the remaining tequila. 

"Now that was one hell of a going away present, I can't wait till you open mine." She whispered in my ear and gave my dick a gentle tug.



The Morning After Ch. 5



I awoke with the hangover from hell, breathing oh hell, thinking hurt. I cracked one eye open and saw that yes much to my discomfort it was day. The big bright thing was in the sky and was just happily beaming in my window. I groped about with the hand that was already touching the floor for a shoe and finding it flung it at the window. Two bad things happened simultaneously, the glass broke and the shade flew up filling the entire room with brilliant searing light. 

I fled from the merciless light and dove deep under the covers to encounter a body not my own. Perplexed I let my fingers explore and cupping a good-sized breast determined that it indeed was female. I tweaked a nipple and heard another being in pain, good, I didn’t want to be the only one feeling like crap this morning. 

The other body grunted and I grunted back, we both agreed that too much tequila was unhealthy to be consumed. In a blind migration we ended up in a spoon-like position, more or less, and my arms snaked around her waist and pulled her towards me. In a gesture that said she meant me no harm she pressed her ass against my semi hard cock. I accepted her signal and felt my dick grow in response. She grunted again telling me that she was pleased with my signal and proceeded to start grinding her ass against my hardness and began to grow wet to accommodate me. In a purely animal manner she shifted her hips and impaled herself on me another grunt of contentment and soon we had a wonderful rhythm going. 

With eyes still closed I rolled her onto her belly and took over setting the pace of our rutting. I groped about blindly and found her hips and got a firm grip and started a series of good long strokes in and out of her. God she was tight it took real effort to penetrate her today. The grunting returned on my part, as I knew I was close to climaxing and she seemed to be close as well. I picked up my pace and moved faster and faster driving headlong for the finish line i.e. our mutual orgasm. She squealed and I gritted my teeth as she began to spasm around me setting me off and we broke the tape with Olympic precision, yeah for us! 

The door opened just then and I had to open my eyes and there was my sister standing there. She looked amused and I was confused and the woman whose pussy my dick was in looked up and pushed the long red hair from her face. My cousin Denise just smiled and nodded, an unspoken message passing between the two women. 

I pulled out of Denise and tried to reconstruct yesterday from the bits and pieces of memory that the alcohol had not destroyed. I remember my sister promising me something special and then the four of us cleaned up and went out to dinner. It was very tense at dinner and so we decided to go our own separate ways, I dropped everyone off at home. Sis had thanked me for the ‘gift’ and left straight away after I parked. I decided to wash away the funk and take a shower and dress. 

Now it came back to me! I was in the shower; I never heard the front door open and close. I must have dozed under the water because the water temp was only lukewarm when I heard the door open to the bathroom. 

"Still washing brother dear." My sister’s voice drifted over the sound of the falling water.

"I think I fell asleep standing up."

"Are you well rested?" An alarm should have sounded in my head, but no I missed that subtle question.

"Yeah, I am craving a banana, potassium you know, but otherwise I feel fine."

"Good, dry off and meet me downstairs." I heard the door close and I was alone again. Five minutes later draped in only a towel I walked into the kitchen where my sister and my cousin Denise were standing around talking. I have not seen Denise in years and oh how she has developed. Her mane of red hair tumbled over her shoulders to come to rest over her breasts that were fighting to get out of the tiny button up shirt she was wearing. Her belly was bare showing off her muscular stomach and the black thong she was wearing left her well-formed legs exposed to my gaze. I must have looked like a deer caught in her headlights. Denise walked over and threw her hands around my neck and leaned up to kiss me.

"Long time no see…" her lips pressed against mine and her tongue invaded my mouth, "I missed you." I swallowed hard and looked over at my sister now dressed in a blue tube top and matching mini skirt. While I was looking over at her she lifted the skirt to show that she was wearing nothing underneath. Denise’s hand found the front of the towel. "Hmmm, is that for me?" Without another word she ripped the towel off and drifted to her knees in front of me. She took me in her hand and looked up keeping eye contact as she licked the tip. Denise smiled as she sucked the head into her eager mouth, our eyes still locked together. More and more of me entered her warm wetness I felt my sister come around press herself against my back.

"Like my gift?" I could only nod as I felt her bare breasts and nipples trace lines up and down my back. Denise brought my attention back between my legs by swirling her tongue around the head and taking half my length into her mouth. Then Sis moved and knelt next to Denise and then they started sharing their ‘toy’. My knees were beginning to buckle from the attention and they allowed me to move into the living room and sit on the couch. Besides the carpet was easier on their knees than the tile in the kitchen. Sis took me in her mouth while Denise stood on the couch and tugging her thong aside placed her pussy right in my face. Taking her hint I grabbed her round perky ass and began to eat her out with abandon. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her sex tasting her sweet nectar, as she grew wetter and wetter by the second. Sis’ head was bobbing up and down by now, taking most of me down her throat each time. I found Denise’s clit and began to gently nibble on it; this sent her into orbit with a blood-curdling scream. 

"She’s ready!" My Sis had taken me out of her mouth and was holding it for Denise as she practically leapt down and took possession of my cock. She squeezed it stroked it a few times before she started teasing me with the lips and entrance of her sex. Sis took Denise’s spot on my face and ground her wet pussy on my head and let my tongue work its magic. I was waiting for Denise to sink down on me but she was in no hurry to comply so I focused on the pussy leering in my face. I tongued her lips lightly chewing them and even sticking my tongue in her, but her clit got no attention. If I get teased then Sis suffers too. She was grinding and getting frustrated as I was ignoring her pleas to give her clit consideration. Then as I was licking her pussy I felt Denise drop down impaling herself on me. I think I screamed and found Sis’ clit the next moment and then everyone was very happy. 

Denise’s pussy enveloped me and she went slowly moving up and down almost painfully so. I was ready to yell; I have never felt anyone as tight and wonderful as my cousin. I had to fight the urge to come and I began to slowly meet her thrusts pushing myself as deep into her as I could. But she was determined to drag out my orgasm and hers. She would just sit there and wait if she felt I was too close. Sensory overload without an orgasm is about the closest description to that feeling. Then she just sat there and squeezed her pussy muscles, real tight! I bit my lip and waited for her to start moving all the while eating my sister out passing my pleasure onto her. Denise started moving in slow motion again…thighs of steel. She was squeezing me on the up and down stroke I was ready to cut loose when she stopped. She stood up and wrapped her tits around me. I was blind but I could feel those firm pillows of flesh.

"I have heard you like this!" And then she was rocking back and forth her breasts caressing me and teasing me with a whole new sensation. I cried out as I shot all over her tits and face. But they weren’t done, no not by far.

They let me rest, have a banana to restore my potassium and get ready for round two. They didn’t touch each other, this night was for me and me alone it seemed. Denise and my sister walked off by themselves and talked, strategy I guess. They returned wearing evil grins and proceeded to sit on either side of me and just kiss and stroke all over. I wasn’t allowed to lift a finger by myself. 

Denise sat on my lap facing me and her lips found mine, it was electric, as her tongue dueled with mine. Meanwhile Sis snuck in and on hands and knees found my cock and started lubing it again. She ran her teeth along the length while my ardor went through the roof. Denise brought my hands up to her tits and let me fondle then and tease her nipples. My dick was iron hard by then and wanting to be planted somewhere. But they prolonged my bliss just a little longer. 

Denise started panting and I think that was Sis’ clue for step two. Denise rose and the blindfold was totally unexpected I was told to relax and go for it, so I quieted down when I felt lips on my dick again. I felt a tongue swirl around the head and a distinct moaning sound and then the tongue fled and soft yielding flesh began to part around the head of my cock. It was tight and slow going until I was hilted. Someone took my hands and placed them on a pair of breasts, they were firm and ah it was Denise I was in. She purred in my ear and started to move up and down oh so slowly, she hissed as she did so her tightness gripping me. She must be clenching the entire time to keep this up. Not complaining, but if she kept this up I was going to blow in no time. 

I leaned in and said, "Your pussy is so tight." She chuckled at this and continued to move up and down a little faster now. Each stroke was picking up speed now and finally she was bouncing as fast as she could her tight little twat driving me head long to a fierce orgasm. "I am going to cum!" I said through gritted teeth. 

"Then cum, this is for you after all." She bounced a little faster, I was hanging onto her tits for all I was worth and finally with a grunt shot deep inside her. As she felt me cum she dropped down and impaled herself wanting the full sensation. "No one has ever done that before."

"I’m not that good."

"Take the blindfold off, he can see now." Denise said. They lifted the darkness and I looked down as my cousin leaned forward to she me that I was in her ass and not her pussy after all. The look of shock must have been funny because Denise and my sister were both laughing hysterically. I was still semi-hard and she began to move back and forth. The feeling of watching my dick disappear in the most desirable butt I could imagine was breathtaking, my full erection returned instantly. The laughter stopped as Denise closed her eyes feeling my erection deepen my penetration to her ass. That’s when the tequila appeared, Sis broke the seal and shots were taken all around. 

"This’ll take the sting out of your ass." I toasted to Denise’s fine ass and tipped my shot glass back. After my third shot I stood up and grabbed her hips and started pumping for all I was worth. My sister smiled and watched the faces we were both making. She was on her fourth shot when she could no longer sit and watch. Sis lifted her feet off the floor and shifted her knees outward, one hand sought out her clit and other her left breast. Now my Sister was making faces of her own as she furiously teased herself towards her own orgasm. Her faces drove me to pound into Denise with more force and deeper penetration. Suddenly it was like the sound was turned back on and my cousin’s moans and groans hit my ears. I slowed my pace to feel as each inch move in and out of her. Watching my sister masturbate and feeling my cousin’s tight flesh wrapped around me was a double pleasure. 

Denise began pushing back against me and I felt her stiffen and cry out soon after. I pulled out and she nodded towards Sis, I smiled and stalked off to the bathroom to clean my cock off so I could return the pleasure she had given me. I rushed back to the room my sister’s eyes were closed; she was oblivious to all but her needs. 

I whispered in Denise’s ear and told her my plan, she giggled and agreed with a nod. She took one of my sister’s nipples in her mouth and began to suckle. Without opening her eyes she leaned forward and made it easier for our cousin to please her. Denise leaned back forcing Sis to stand up to keep the pleasure flowing and so I was able to sneak behind with my iron hard erection and without a word hilt myself in her. Her eyes shot open and she groaned as I moved in and out of her. Sis began to shift her hips back and forth setting up a wonderful rhythm. 

Again my hands settled on a beautiful woman’s hips and followed the tempo her body was creating. I felt my body racing towards a teeth-jarring climax so I did the only thing I could. I began to piston with long and deep thrusts in and out her. I felt her spasm around me sending me over the edge; I leaned over body as I shot deep inside of her. My knees gave out and she followed me to the floor and suddenly I was cradled between the two of them with a shot glass settled into my hands to finish the ‘gift giving’. It must have been the next five shots that totaled my sobriety and my consciousness. 

It all came rushing back in a whirlwind of emotion and desire my cock hardened and Denise raised an eyebrow and smiled. She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick and twirled her tongue around it. "Hmmmm tasty!!"