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Brooke Ch. 01

By: FrostedBlade



Brooke fumbled for her keys, nearly dropping the bag of groceries and her purse in the process. Finally after a brief moment when she was sure she was going to drop everything right there on the doorstep, she managed to tuck the teetering bag up under her chin, slide the key in the lock and slam open the door. Dropping everything onto the couch, she turned to yank her keys out of the door and push it closed. She kicked off her shoes and slumped into the nearest chair, leaning her head back against the soft fabric with a sigh. There was no sound in the big house except the soft tick-tock-tick of the clock in the hallway. 

Wait, no sound? Where's Tom? He should be making some noise at least, he heard me get home. 

Sighing again, Brooke got up out of her chair and went in search of the dog. She finally found him, passed out on her bed, RIGHT in the middle and taking up ¾ of it. She thought hard, trying to remember why a Great Dane had seemed like a good idea. 

Oh that's right, Protection. Moving to a big house in the middle of nowhere, I'll need protection right? Yeah, and you sure fit the bill Tom. She ruffled his fur affectionately as he opened one sleepy eye to inquire as to why she was standing in his sunlight. Smiling she went back down to take care of the groceries. If she had really wanted a protector, Tom wasn't it. The most the big fur ball was likely to do was demand belly rubs from any intruder and give her time to call the police. Oh well, who was going to try to break into her house? It looked like something straight out of Alfred Hitchcock. 

After putting away the groceries, Brooke decided that since it was Friday and she didn't have to get up for work in the morning, she was going to indulge. Going into the bathroom she turned on the water and set a few candles near the tub. Pouring in the bubble bath, she went back to her room to take off her clothes and get her book. Coming back, her senses were assaulted by the warm steam and the smell of apples. Odd, she hadn't thought shed lit the candles yet. She must be more tired then she thought. You need a vacation Brooke girl! 

Turning off the water, she settled into the bath with a sigh of pleasure. The water was very hot, and it took her skin a moment to acclimate itself to the heat. After leaning against the high back for a moment, Brooke picked up her book and carefully opened it to the marked page...

She was sleeping peacefully in her bed when he came into the room. Standing there looking down at her, he again marveled at her beauty. It was no wonder he chose her. He HAD to have her; she would be his, no matter what it took. Walking softly he reached the edge and sat down carefully on it. She stirred slightly, moaning in her sleep and rolling over. Her arm came to rest on his leg and he shuddered at the touch. His eyes drifted closed and his head ached back, electricity running through his body from the mere brush of her fingers. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and brushed the hair away from her face with one hand, his other bringing the cloth towards her face. She began to stir, opening her eyes and looking at him in sleepy confusion. He pressed the cloth against he face, covering her nose and mouth and watching in satisfaction as the surprise faded from her face and her eyes drifted closed again. Tucking the cloth into his pocket, he carefully picked her up and wrapped her in a blanket. Resting her head against his shoulder, he gently rubbed his cheek against the silky softness of her hair. Gathering himself, he strode to the door and shifted her to one arm, easily holding her as he opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind him... 

After he had her safely tucked away in the backseat of his car, he drove through the streets slowly and carefully, following all the traffic rules like a good citizen. The drive had never seemed so long, but he finally got her home and pulled into the garage. He waited until the automatic garage door was completely shut before he opened the car door and gathered the sleeping girl into his arms. He was still amazed at how light she was in his arms; she seemed barely more then a feather. 

He carried her into the house and lay her down in his bead. Her small form seemed nearly swallowed up by the massive four-post bed. He carefully tied her hands together, then her ankles. He pulled the knots tight, but was careful not to bruise her delicate flesh. Running his hands gently over her skin, he marveled at how soft and smooth it was, it felt like satin against his fingers. With a sigh of desire he slid into bed next to her and pulled the covers up over them both. Wrapping his arms around her, he snuggled up and gently kissed the side of her neck. Lying his head down on the pillow, he watched her sleep until he himself was clai....

Brooke was startled from her reading by the sound of footsteps outside her door. They were very light, and at first she thought she had just been hearing things. She was about to go back to her book when a loud clap of thunder caused her to start and scream, dropping her book into the bubbly water. 

Swearing, Brooke grabbed for the book, fishing it out and jumping out of the bath to get a towel. She managed to get most of the water off the book, and only the bottom half of it was soaked. With a sigh she pulled the plug in the bath and wiped the water and suds off her body. So much for an evening of relaxation! She stared out the window at the rain, marveling at the ferocity of the sudden summer storm. 

When Brooke went into her room to lay the book out to dry, Tom was nowhere to be seen. Knowing her dog, she peered under the bed. There he was, head on his paws and eyes sorrowfully looking into hers. She sighed. 

"Come on boy, come on out, it's just thunder, it will go away soon. It's ok, that's it. That's it. Good boy" The last was said as the dog finally got up his courage and crawled out from under the bed. He was covered in dustbunnies. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it. A huge Great Dane, who was supposed to protect her, terrified by thunder, and covered in dustbunnies. She laughed so hard that she had to sit down on the edge of the bed to keep from falling. Tom sat by her feet, looking up at her as if to say it's not so funny from down here you know! This only made Brooke laugh harder and finally Tom wandered off, probably to find another bed to hide under. 

Falling back on her bed, Brooke stifled a fit of giggles. It really wasn't that funny, but it had been so long since she felt like laughing that she really didn't want to stop. Finally she rolled over and crawled under the covers, pulling them up to her chin and settling against the pillow with a content sigh. She was asleep within moments. 

She was sleeping peacefully in her bed when he came into the room. Standing there looking down at her, he again marveled at her beauty. It was no wonder he chose her. He HAD to have her; she would be his, no matter what it took. Walking softly he reached the edge and sat down carefully on it. She stirred slightly, moaning in her sleep and rolling over. Her arm came to rest on his leg and he shuddered at the touch. His eyes drifted closed and his head ached back, electricity running through his body from the mere brush of her fingers. He knew he couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and brushed the hair away from her face with one hand, his other bringing the cloth towards her face. She began to stir, opening her eyes and looking at him in sleepy confusion. He pressed the cloth against he face, covering her nose and mouth and watching in satisfaction as the surprise faded from her face and her eyes drifted closed again. Tucking the cloth into his pocket, he carefully picked her up and wrapped her in a blanket. Resting her head against his shoulder, he gently rubbed his cheek against the silky softness of her hair. Gathering himself, he strode to the door and shifted her to one arm, easily holding her as he opened the door, stepped through and closed it behind him... 

After he had her safely tucked away in the backseat of his car, he drove through the streets slowly and carefully, following all the traffic rules like a good citizen. The drive had never seemed so long, but he finally got her home and pulled into the garage. He waited until the door was completely shut before he opened the car door and gathered the sleeping girl into his arms...

Brooke woke from her dream with a start, her body shaking and a scream trapped in her throat. The moment passed and she realized that it was all a dream, that she was safe in her bed, and no one was going to hurt her. She looked all around the room, the full moon outside covered everything in a silvery sheen that made this seem like this was still part of the dream. 

Brooke climbed out of bed and padded over to the window, her bare feet sliding silently across the wooden floors. Looking out, down onto the field of grass and flowers that passed for a backyard, she was struck by the beauty. The summer storm had passed as suddenly as it had struck, and now all the grass was covered in droplets of water. The bright luminescence of the moon seemed captured in every drop, gilding every blade in a coat of pure silver. 

With a start, Brooke felt her feet carry her away from the window and down the stairs. When she got to the big old door that opened onto the front porch, she hesitated for a moment, but something outside seemed to be calling to her, demanding that she open the door and come outside. Finally she wrenched back the lock and slipped out the door, not quite closing it all the way. 

She expected the grass to be cold underfoot, but she was pleasantly surprised when it was almost warm to her feet. Walking across the lawn, she was seized by the sudden urge to run. Not in panic, but for the sheer joy of being alive, so Brooke began to run. She found her feet taking her towards the forest behind the house; the waving branches of the oak and birch seemed to call to her to come dance with them. 

Once Brooke was among the trees, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction; it was as if the trees were actually happy to have her there with them. She shook off the idea, assuring herself it was foolishness. But she didn't turn back; she kept going farther into the trees. 

She finally came to a clearing in a grove of silver birch trees. The grass was long and tall and looked so soft that Brooke lay down in it without thinking. It was indeed soft and it flowed about her in the most delicious way. She hadn't really thought about it before, but now she could feel the grass ticking up between her legs, and against the sides of her breasts, and she was acutely aware that she was naked. The summer night air was warm, and as breeze gently brushed across her skin her nipples tightened and her body shuddered reflexively. 

Brooke was surprised to find her hands wandering over her body. It had been a long time since shed had the inclination, or the time, to please herself. She was always so caught up in work that she rarely ever went out on dates, and few of those ever got past the dinner and a movie stage. There had been a time in her life when shed had a boy in her bed every night, sometimes a different one every night. But that time had passed and nowadays she concentrated almost all her energy on her work. 

Now her hands roamed freely across her skin, the long fingers of one pinching and tugging her nipple while the other skittered down across her smooth, flat tummy to gently slip in between her legs. She was stunned to find herself already dripping wet. 

She slid one finger up inside her pussy, letting out a little moan as she gave her nipple a hard twist. The combination of pain and pleasure brought a small gush of moisture against her hand and Brooke gasped in pleasure. She used her thumb to gently circle her clit, taking her time, slowing down and letting the sensation of the breeze against her bare skin arouse her even further. Slipping another finger into her pussy she bent her knees and lifted her hips to let her fingers slide deeper. 

Brooke screamed in surprise as a pair of very warm hands slid up under her ass and slid her forward on the grass. She would have jumped up in terror, but when she tried she found she couldn't move. She whimpered and cried, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't move. When she looked down between her legs, she saw nothing. Even with the brightness of the moonlight, where every object was clearly defined, Brooke couldn't see what held her hips up off the ground. 

She felt her hand being removed from her pussy, first one finger, then the other. It was laid on her belly and she could feel the warm wetness that coated her fingers before the breeze began to cool it. Brooke's neck began to hurt, so she laid her head back on the ground for a moment, but when she tried to lift it, she found that it to was frozen. Now her body was completely immobile and the hands were still cupping her ass. She told herself firmly that this was a dream, and that all she had to do was concentrate and she would wake up. To her surprise she heard a male voice laughing.

"This is no dream my dear, you are really here, and so am I, even if you can't see me. Everything I'm going to do to you is very real, and you are going to feel all of it. Like it or not. Though I think you'll like it rather more then you think." With that the hands tightened, drawing her ass a little higher in the air and a hot, wet tongue slithered over Brooke's clit. She hissed in astonishment as the tongue curled around her clit, licking and sucking on it until it was hard. Every now and then there was a hint of teeth, and once there was a little nip that hurt just enough to make Brooke moan. The voice laughed again. "I know what you want Brooke, I know everything about you. I know all the fantasies you've never told anyone, and tonight, your going to get one of them."

Then the tongue was back, dipping down to lick the juice running out of Brooke's pussy, then sliding in to taste more. Brooke felt the tongue slid down farther, licking around her asshole and she groaned at the sudden rush of pleasure. Then back up to her clit, swirling around and pulling it into a very, very hot, very wet mouth where it was sucked. First gently, then harder till Brooke was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. 

Just as suddenly as it had come, the tongue was gone. Brooke let out a cry of frustration and tried to move her hand so that she could finish herself, but she was still immobile. Abruptly there was a sharp crack and Brookes head was pushed to the side as she was slapped. She cried out in sudden pain and tasted blood where shed bitten her lip. She heard the voice again. 

"Your going to be mine Brooke, you understand me? Your MINE. Your going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. No arguments, no defiance. You're going to be my slut, my little whore, to do with as I please. Do you understand me?"

Brooke remained motionless and earned herself another slap, this one harder. The voice hissed in her ear "I asked you a question, you WILL answer me"

Brooke glared in the direction she assumed the speaker would be. "I will never submit to you, NEVER. There's nothing you can do that will make me!"

The voice chuckled. "Oh how little you know Brooke, how very little. You WILL submit to me. Your going to beg me before the night is over. You're going to offer to do anything for me. Just you wait Brooke, you'll see."

Brooke Ch. 01



"Hi! Carlene!" Brooke waved across the crowded mall at her friend. It was Saturday morning and Brooke had a lot to do in preparation for college on Monday. First she wanted a pair of sunglasses to go with the Honda she was picking up from the dealership this afternoon. 

She watched her long time friend stride toward her. Except that they were both nineteen and had shared a friendship for many years they were very different. The crowd parted for her without thought, which people just didn't do for Brooke. It was Carlene's dominant attitude and Brooke's submissive nature that made the difference. 

Brooke was a tall, beautiful large busted black girl with a gentle smile and irresistible lips. Carlene was petite, white and lesbian. They had both played together with toys that almost broke each other's virginity, taking it in turns at pretending to be the boyfriend. 

Eventually Carlene decided she preferred girls but the only thing that changed was that she always got to be the boyfriend instead of taking turns. From then on Brooke learnt to submit to her friend when they played their private sex games. It was a joke between them that Brooke had turned her high school friend into a total lesbian. 

"Hi! I thought you would be picking up your car. What are you up to?" Carlene asked. She eyed Brooke's light summer dress and noted she wasn't wearing underwear and knew she was out to play rather than shop.

Brooke caught her staring and giggled. "I'm picking it up this afternoon but I'm so excited I just couldn't sit at home waiting. I saw some sunglasses in there I just need to buy. They will look so cool in the car, what do you think?" she said, twirling her long curly hair at the window display. 

They sauntered in to the store finding a lone white salesman. He was about thirty and looked married and unhappy. Just the way they liked them. The game was on, flirting to get an impressive discount; the poor guy didn't stand a chance. 

The guy couldn't take his eyes off Brooke, trying hard not to be noticed, as he manoeuvred to get a good look through the thin dress.

"I'll leave this one to you, it shouldn't take you long. I'll see you in the coffee shop." Carlene told her. With a wink she turned and strode out.

"Hello there. Can I help you?" He asked with a smile. He looked more relaxed now Carlene had disappeared. 

"Sure. I want to see those glasses from the window display. Yea, that's the ones." 

He slipped them on balancing them on the end of her cute nose. She pushed them into place with a long pained fingernail and looked from side to side in a mirror studying each angle.

"Are you sure you don't want to see some others?" He asked. 

"I always know what I want." She told him with a shy smile. "What kind of discount would you give me on these, for cash?" She asked.

"They're top of the range. I could manage ten percent. Just for you." He said giving her a meaningful look. 

"I need more than that. I need all the money I've got to start college on Monday." She said.

"We could make a deal I guess. Here, let's look at what stock there is in back. I have just the thing you're looking for." 

Brooke thought about what he might be up to while following him into the storeroom. She wasn't stupid but after a little grappling she would have something over him and maybe the discount would bring them down to her price range.

"What about a hundred percent discount? You do me a favour and I do you one. OK?" He told her. 

She stood there unsure of herself. Where did this machismo suddenly come from? He looked a push over out there and now he had an arm round her holding on tight. She tried to pull away but he was too strong.

"Hey, let go. I only wanted a discount nothing more from you." She complained.

"Wearing a dress like that, what do you expect?" He said.

"My washing machine broke down. Can you see through this? I didn't think anyone could!" She tried telling him but he wasn't buying it.

His hand slipped around and pulled up the back of the dress. She felt his hand slide between her butt cheeks and she opened her mouth to yell. Before a sound emerged his mouth clamped on hers and a tongue began to explore her mouth. His technique was good, especially what he was doing to her arse, but she didn't want him, just the discount. 

She felt this finger press against her arse hole then circle it, just teasing away at her. He had her pressed hard against his pants where she could feel the bulge of his cock. He was ready but she wasn't, not here, not now.

He lifted her off her feet then lowered her quickly to the floor where she fell on her knees. He had squeezed the breath out of her and she kneeled at his feet gasping for air. With her mouth open he thrust his cock in without thought to whether she wanted him or not. 

The sounds of protest escaped around his cock as nothing more than muffled yelps. 

"That's it you tease, swallow it all." He told her.

He held her head still with a firm grip in her long hair while his hips thrust back and forth in a long slow rhythm. He jerked to a halt with a small backward movement and his legs quivered. He almost collapsed as he came, spurting his cum into her mouth. 

Disgusted at the thought of swallowing this stranger's cum she looked around for somewhere to spit but just as she made up her mind to spit it down his trousers he grabbed her chin. 

"Let's see it." He said, squeezing her cheeks in his small smooth hands. 

The touch of his hand alone was enough to make her skin creep. Opening her mouth wide he could see pearls of cum on her tongue where it was starting to dribble down her throat. She couldn't spit with is hand squeezing her jaw and was sickened to feel it sliding down her throat. 'Damn him.' She thought. 

"Well that's worth a discount alright." He leered. 

Was it worse that she had submitted to him so easily or that he was paying her for it; she couldn't work it out but either way she felt used and ashamed. To add to the humiliation she was wet between the legs. His use of her body, like some whore, had made her hot and there was little chance of him satisfying that feeling now. 

Not that she wanted it to be him in any case. What was so annoying was that she knew from experience the feeling was going to grow all day. It would nag at her not letting her forget what he had done to her until she too received satisfaction. 

He was making meaningless conversation as though nothing had happened and all she could do was glower at him. What could she say? Grabbing the sunglasses she huffed at him when he offered to wrap them and stormed out of the store. 

Keeping to the shaded side of the mall Brooke made her way to the coffee shop. Brooke found her friend and plonked her body down upon a hard chair. She proffered a large smile wiggling the glasses with her nose. 

"So you got them then. How much discount did you get? You were a long time. You must have haggled well girl." Carlene said suspiciously.

"Fifty-percent." Brooke said flatly. It was a lie but how could she tell her friend what had happened.

"You can afford to pay for coffee then. Here, don't budge I'll get them; you can wait all day if you don't serve yourself." Carlene complained with a glance at the waitress. "Just sit there and look pretty."

Carlene sauntered back with two cups. She placed hers down first then bent over Brooke and kissed her. 

Brooke's eyes widened with embarrassment. Not from a kiss in public for they liked to shock people, but from what it revealed. She took a quick swig of coffee and swirled it around her mouth. Then swallowed quickly, grimacing.

"It's too late to swill away the evidence girl. I know what you did. You gave that old guy a blowjob. I hope you got more than fifty-percent off. You're becoming one hell of a slut Brooke. You should watch out." Her friend said then clicked her tongue at her in disapproval.

"It was one hundred percent. I didn't volunteer he just grabbed me and helped himself." Brooke spat the words out in disgust. She grimaced and downed the coffee in one gulp. "So now we've both tasted his cum." She said with a scowl. It was some small satisfaction seeing Carlene grimace at the idea of tasting a stranger cum from her friend's mouth.

Carlene looked at her friend with a grimace. "I told you before; you've just got to watch out for yourself. It's a nasty habit you have Brooke. You like to flirt and being submissive means you give in way too easily. No wonder you get into trouble. Anyway I've stuff to do. Swing by my place for lunch and I'll give you a lift to pick up your car." 

Brooke poked out her tongue with a scowl and they both laughed. "Bye. See you later." Brooked smiled. She didn't feel happy though, for Mister Store Guy had left her feeling used. She didn't even know his name. This wasn't the first time she had got into trouble like this though performing for a pair of glasses was a pretty gross thing to do. What was worse she was feeling hot too. Still, there was a party tonight so maybe she would meet someone nice and get lucky. 

***

"Hi! Mrs Wymore. Carlene said to come over for lunch, is that OK?" Brooke asked. 

"Yea, sure honey, come on in. The foods nearly ready but Carlene isn't back yet. You can help in the kitchen." Carlene's mother told her.

Brooke looked at Mrs Wymore's breasts and wondered if she could press her luck. In high school she had taken a Health class and one of her assignments had been to give a breast examination to a close friend or member of the family. 

The leaflets from school gave a serious message about regular breast examinations and the thought of breast cancer had seriously worried Mrs Wymore. At first she had reluctantly agreed to help Brooke with the assignment but after the first exam overcame her embarrassment. 

Over the last few months Brooke had convinced her to have regular re-examinations so now she had free access to those lovely tits whenever she liked.

Brooke had chopped and diced the salad and the rice and peas was on so all they had to do was wait for Carlene to arrive.

"So, Mrs Wymore I start college Monday. I guess I won't have much spare time with all that studying. I think I should give you another exam as we've got time and there's no one around." Brooke said casually. 

She still felt hot and the prospect of fondling those large breasts gave her an extra surge, which she tried not to show.

"Are you sure Brooke? I mean it's only been a couple of weeks, surely nothing could have developed since then." She asked, showing some concern. 

"Well you know it's safer just to check." Brooke told her, mirroring the concern on her friend's mom's face.

She followed Mrs Wymore into the bedroom where she removed her blouse. Brooke watched her slip both arms through the straps to pull the catch around in front. Unhooking it with a deft flick of her fingers it was off, to be discarded on the bed. She sat down on the edge of it ready for Brooke.

Brooke kneeled between her legs and moved in. "Put your arms up Mrs Wymore as I showed you." The woman lifted both arms wrapping them around the back of her neck lifting the large orbs. Brooke took one in both hands and massaged it, lifting it up and around.

With fingertips she pushed at the soft flesh as though looking for a lump moving over every inch of the breast. Pinching a nipple between a finger and thumb she lifted the whole breast away from her chest stretching it upward.

"Does that hurt Mrs Wymore?" She asked kindly.

"Just a little." She whispered.

Brooke felt the nipple swell between her fingers wondering how it would be if her friend caught her here. Carlene would know exactly what she was doing to her mom. She was teasing her breasts not examining them. It wasn't a woman's breasts that Brooke found so fascinating it was the illicitness of the game; it was her friend's mom she was playing with. That she was enjoying it too was obvious but Mrs Wymore pretended not to. 

Resting them for a moment she asked. "I couldn't feel any lumps. Did that feel all right Mrs Wymore? Nothing hurt except the nipples?" Brooke asked.

"No that was fine. You're doing a good job. Thanks." She replied in a breathy whisper.

Carried away in a moment of exuberance Brooke leant forward and sucked on a nipple. "What are you doing Brooke?" She asked in astonishment.

"Oh! Sorry Mrs Wymore. Just checking that's all. The nipple seemed a little different that's all. Lips are more sensitive than fingers." She blustered trying to excuse herself. Unable to look at the woman in case her flaming face gave her away she quickly took the other breast in both hands.

Again she kneaded it and pushed her fingertips into the soft warm flesh. "There might be something there, can you feel anything? It doesn't hurt does it?" She asked.

"No dear. Keep digging just in case." She said.

With her fingertips she delved into every soft niche of the large breast. Seeming to be satisfied she said. "No there's nothing there. I had better test the nipple." 

Pinching it between a finger and thumb she pulled the breast up almost under her chin. It too swelled up and Brooke marvelled at its size even though she had seen it happen before. The nipples were so small until she did this, then they swelled up enormously. 

"I'll do the same as before if that's OK?" She said trying to keep the smile from her voice.

Mrs Wymore nodded not even daring to whisper now as her breathing had become deep and ragged. 

Brooke could smell her muskiness or was it her own excitement? She leant forward and sucked the huge nipple into her mouth. This time she bit on it eliciting a groan from her friend's mom.

Brooke didn't want to let go but instead took both breasts in her hands weighing them. "They seem the same size Mrs Wymore so I guess that's OK." She told her.

The image of letting the woman loll back on the bed was strong in Brooks' imagination. Squatting between her legs it would be easy to lean forward into her crotch. She was sure now she could smell her friend's mother's muskiness and wanted to taste it too.

All Brooke had to do was pull the panties to one side and suck. That's all it would take and the woman would be hers. She knew what to do and did it well, as her daughter had told her often enough. 

The lust was strong in Brooke's head and she very nearly spoilt the whole charade only there was a shout from the back door. "Anyone in?" Carlene called.

Carlene's mom quickly pulled her bra and top on then scrambled back to the kitchen. Brooke sidled into Carlene's bedroom to where she knew there was a vibrator in a bedside draw. She quickly went to the bathroom and locked the door hoping for some peace and quiet to concentrate on fulfilling the build up of excitement. 

The memory of that awful salesman's cock in her mouth was too real and the only way to rid the memory was to cum. The frustration had been building all day from when she first woke up and decided to wear the sundress without underwear.

She imagined the cock belonged to Danny, a biker friend, and added that to the feel of her friend's mom's breasts in her hands. Sitting on the toilet seat she opened her legs to find how wet and ready she was. A finger found her clit and she enjoyed the tingle against her swollen lips using just the tip of the vibrator.

Ready to thrust it in she felt the battery dieing and cursed. "Damn Carlene, how come I always have to buy the batteries?" Sliding it in between her wet lips she knew it would leave her feeling even more frustrated yet just had to feel something hard inside.

"You ready for lunch Brooke." Carlene said while banging on the door. "We've got to hurry if you're going to pick up the Honda."

"Damn!" She wailed with a sigh of frustration. 

"OK! I'll be right out." Brooke shouted back.

Mrs Wymore gave her a funny look as she sat at the kitchen table. Brooke knew her friend's mom had enjoyed it although not as much as she had. She kept glancing at Brooke and looking away. Her nipples still stood out through the blouse. Brooke smiled at herself knowing the woman had been excited and was still hot. 

Maybe the pretence of an examination was wearing too thin to continue. Next time it could go either way; she might continue with the teasing, refuse to play, or make a fuss. Not knowing was part of the excitement for Brooke.

***

Outside the Honda dealership Carlene smiled at Brooke. "I thought you would have put on some underwear by now." She said and pinched a nipple.

"Hey! That hurt." She complained. 

"That's the way you like it girl. I know you too well." She laughed. "You know where the party is tonight? Good. I'll see you there."

Brooke watched her friend gun the car down the road with a skit into the traffic, pissing some guy off, and grinned. This was a great day. She felt so excited about picking up this great car and on top of that she felt so damn horny. Thinking about the car was probably what set her off this morning, not that she ever needed an excuse.

The paperwork had been prepared so all she had to do was collect the car but she had to see Marcia for the keys. Across the show room she could see the attractive woman chatting up some guy, a prospective customer. Impatiently she waited for them to finish. 

Marcia was a cute Latin beauty with large flashing eyes and long auburn hair. Brooke watched her walk toward her flashing a wide saleswoman smile and dangling a set of keys in her left hand.

"So the big day has arrived Brooke." She smiled. "I need to drive you to the gas station down the road and fill her up. You need to feel full don't you?" She teased.

Brooke was caught off guard, had she been reading her mind, then quickly replaced the thought with the exciting idea of driving the Honda. 

"Here, jump in, you can drive." She told Brooke.

Brooke glanced at the stick and noticed Marcia's long legs. She hadn't bothered to pull down her skirt and was sitting with her legs slightly open. Brooke didn't need a distraction she wanted to fill up with gas and hit the road.

"Those are nice tits girl. You should have them pierced. If you are going to show them off then do it properly." 

Brooke was surprised although she shouldn't have been for Marcia had teased her before only she had assumed it was just a part of the sales pitch. 

"Yea. Maybe some time. I'll think about it." She replied.

"I can get you a discount at Joe's parlour."

Thankfully they pulled in and Brooke got out to fill up while Marcia went to pay. The sun was low and it shone through the little sundress as though she were wearing a diaphanous wrap. When Brooke turned she caught Marcia eyeing her up and blushed. 

'Hell! I'm feeling horny enough I don't need this.' She thought. Looking across the oily concrete she caught sight of a bunch of guys eyeing her up. They were making comments about her breasts swinging. From where they were the sun shone straight through the dress leaving her practically naked. 

"So many men, so few seconds in a life time." She mused quietly.

Instead of driving back to the showroom Marcia guided her with a hand to her knee up a block in the other direction. Disoriented in the unfamiliar neighbourhood Brooke hadn't noticed until they arrived and parked up. Taking her hand Marcia guided her into the store. 

"I'll have a look but I don't think I will to today. It looks painful." She grimaced. 

"Come on girl, be brave, it won't hurt at all. It's on me as a treat for buying the car." Marcia said. With a hand on her back Marcia guided her to what looked like a barber's chair where she plonked herself down. She began to think of it as a dentist chair and cringed.

"I've thought about it but don't really want them pierced. I guess I could take a look at some rings or whatever." Brooke said.




Brooke Ch. 01



Marcia helped herself to a tray and handed it to the prey. Just sit there and see what you like the look of. I'll find out how much it costs." Marcia told her.

Marcia dragged Joe over where he went over the different styles with Marcia butting in with suggestions. Without realising Brooke had agreed with a choice of two that looked small and the least intrusive. She hadn't agreed to have them pierced, or so she thought.

"Here let me see if those are suitable." Joe told her.

Before Brooke realised what he meant Marcia pulled the top of her dress down leaving her breasts on show. She looked away from the guy in embarrassment wanting to cover up in front of a stranger examining her nipples. 

He looked at them with professional interest seemingly disinterested in her breasts. 'Well I guess he's seen so many it doesn't bother him.' She thought. 'But it bothers me, a stranger staring at my nipples.' She wanted to cover them with her hands but just sat there with the two of them commenting on her assets.

Brooke was startled when Marcia pinched a nipple. She looked from one to the other of them wondering when she was going to get from there. All she wanted was to get out on the road and drive her new Honda. 'Damn. Leave me alone.' She thought.

Marcia distracted her and Joe moved in with what looked like a staple gun. "Ouch!" Brooke shouted with a startled look on her face. She closed her eyes with the shock of the sudden little pain. Trying to cover up with her hands she found they were strapped to the chair. 'Hey! Let me go.' She complained. 

"You need to keep still for Joe sweetie." Marcia told her, with wicked grin lighting her face.

"Shit!" Brooke exclaimed. The sting was less in her left nipple or she had become used to it. Fortunately the pain was short lived until the nipples merely throbbed as though Carlene had pinched them while playing too rough a game.

Wanting to escape her torturers Brooke made to get up only her wrists and knees had been strapped to the chair. In dismay Brooke watched Joe push a button for the chair to open up as though it were splitting apart and in the process her legs were separating. 

It was no good she couldn't pull them together the straps were too tight. She grunted with the effort then looked at Joe wondering what was next. Her mind was in a whirl when Marcia lifted the hem of the dress. These strangers were looking intently at her pussy. She wanted to protest but the words just wouldn't form she was that much in a panic. 

Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself enough to clear her thoughts. Before she could speak Marcia leaned over and kissed her. With a hand gently cupping her right breast Marcia massaged it attempting to relieve the throbbing. Or so she said.

Brooke could feel her body responding yet again from all the stimulation she had received that day it was a wonder she didn't just orgasm right there in the store. 

With a tongue deeply exploring her mouth all Brooke managed was a whimper. Her lips had been pierced! It was more painful than having a nipple pierced and she could feel them swelling in reaction. They had already been excited and open now they were bulging like a pouting mouth. 

Coming up for air Brooke looked down at her poor abused body but could see nothing through the tears. Marcia brought a tissue up to her nose and told her. "Blow. There, that wasn't so bad was it?" 

"But I didn't want to. We never mentioned down there!" Brooke whimpered. "Whoa! Stop that." Brooke cried. 

Joe was fiddling with the ring between her legs and it was doing something too pleasant. It felt painful but exciting at the same time. What she was complaining about was that a stranger was playing with her pussy! 

"That's enough. Come on guys; let me go now, please." Brooke pleaded. She decided not to berate them for assaulting her body as she was still strapped helpless and naked. Her dress was just a wrinkled mess around her waist.

"Now you're here you might as well have a proper trim." Marcia told her. 

Brooke groaned but gave in. When the buzzing barber's trimmer touched sensitised skin she flinched then held very still as it was so close to her open swollen lips. With her legs held open she was self-conscious of what they could see of her excitement. The buzzing vibration was so erotic she felt an orgasm at last on its way. 

Too soon the task had been completed leaving her high but not dry. Joe sprinkled some powder and soothed the smooth skin between her legs. He had completely cleaned every hair from her pussy and she felt so much more naked and vulnerable before them.

"So what do you think?" Joe asked.

"A nice job Joe. That little pussy looks wonderful. It looks as though it needs kissing better though." Marcia said.

"I can oblige." Joe laughed.

"No that's my job." Marcia joked.

With their eyes so attentive on her crotch Brooke felt like kicking out at them and inviting them both in all at the same time. "Please let me go now. You've had your fun I need to go." She whimpered.

"Oh! I don't like the idea of being pissed on." Joe protested with a laugh.

Marcia was becoming jealous of Joe's attention to her new friend and announced. "OK. Its time to go." 

"What do you say, Brooke." She asked.

Brooke and Carlene had played this sort of game and so she caught on without too much prompting. "Thanks Joe for piercing my nipples and pussy. Thanks Marcia for bringing me here for Joe to pierce my nipples and pussy." She said through tight lips. 

She felt so humiliated already, this was just adding insult to injury. Brooke tenderly brought her legs together and lifted herself off the chair. The dress slid from around her waist to the floor and she wondered if she dare bend over with Marcia standing so close behind her. 

Any moment someone could enter the store to find her standing naked with these two strangers. Carefully she bent over with knees together trying not to squeeze her pussy between her legs. It had settled down to being sore from the initial stinging as though having been paddled or whipped.

Gingerly she walked to the door relieved to be out of the torture chamber. She wondered what pleasure people got from having their body punctured like a pincushion. 'Damn! What if I can't have sex for awhile? I'll go crazy after all this bizarre stimulation. What a hell of a day it's been. What will Carlene say?' 

Thoughts were whirling through her head faster than the Honda could accelerate. 

Before Marcia could get her into any more trouble she accelerated away with the door slamming shut from the burst of speed. In the rear view mirror Marcia stood with hands on hips mouthing something at her. Running a stop sign Brooke slowed down and managed to bring her racing heart under control. 

Pulling over she slumped over the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths. "Damn them! Damn Marcia!" She shouted at the windscreen. "Why am I such a push-over? Carlene warned me. Damn! I'm going to have to remove these rings before I'm permanently marked. At least they didn't tattoo me." She burst out laughing at the thought.

In the apartment she took a shower to ease her aching body. She was so tense her muscles ached all over. She needed to meet up with Carlene and tell her what had happened and ask for advice. The little metal rings turned around but didn't seem to have a place to be split, so how did they come out?

Carlene was the only one she dare show them to and would probably know how to remove them. 

"I'm at the party, where are you? Come on over. Oh come on you'll enjoy yourself once you're here." Carlene shouted over the background noise of a party on her mobile phone.

Brooke struggled to keep the speed down and not jump stop signs but got to the dorm party in record time. She had never gone to a party here but had visited Carlene in college once or twice. There was no need to ask the way for she heard the music from the parking lot. It was in the 'prat' house as Carlene called it.

"I'm looking for Carlene." Brooke asked one of the girls. She noticed there were no men there. So this was one of the lesbian parties Carlene had told her about. The girl she asked was dressed as an angel, a fallen angel by the look of her. 

"Beatrice will know she knows everything." The girl said in a breathy voice in Brooke's ear. She led Brooke into another room where young women were standing around talking and laughing and touching, obviously enjoying themselves.

Beatrice was dressed in not much more than leather straps with her breasts proudly on show. Brooke was rather startled at this flagrant display. She stood with feet apart as though in command of this party within a party. The others had stopped talking as soon as the confident woman turned to look Brooke over.

Brooke preferred to just tease with a daring dress, though the sight of those proud tits jutting out was alluring. A drink was pushed into her hand and as she dragged her eyes away from those breasts she noticed the woman who had served her. 

She was dressed as a French maid in PVC. Her breasts were on display too yet she was obviously a submissive the way she dropped her eyes before Brooke's stare. Her whole demeanour was of a wholesome next-door girl despite the outfit she wore.

"I'm looking for Carlene." Brooke said trying to keep her voice from trembling. She had played games with her friend but here she felt out of her league. The way Beatrice was looking at her she felt like prey before a mighty hunter.

"Dance with me then I might tell you." Beatrice demanded.

Before she could refuse the woman took both Brooke's hands and spun her round the room. With bodies seeming to fly around she became dizzy. Beatrice grabbed hold tight to steady her and started rubbing naked breasts against the thin summer dress flicking both their nipples back and forth.

Brooke felt as though she was on show and had to pass some test but hadn't a clue what it was. 

"You're pierced. They must have been done recently as you wince when I touch them. Lets have a look at the work and I'll tell you who did the deed." She said.

Brooke was nervous and would have stopped her but the woman had pulled down the front of the dress before she could react. She felt stupid as though the rules of this game were beyond her.

"Ah, nice work! Look everyone she's been to Joe's. He does a good job, your lucky you didn't have the work botched by some amateur. They will be sore for awhile but it's worth it, you have such lovely tits girl."

Brooke felt embarrassed with these strangers appraising her breasts, though they treated it with a casual disregard. 'Of course some of them were already displaying their breasts before I came in. It seems to be normal here.' She thought. 

Beatrice continued commenting on her beautiful body as she brought a chain out of a pocket. She clipped each end to the nipple rings all the time talking in a loud voice to the others. 

In a daze Brooke watched her do it to her breasts as though it were someone else's. The long light chain dangled from both nipples pulling at them teasing her with little sharp sensation of pain and sensual tingles. 

"Come and meet the others of our special little group." Beatrice said. 

She had no choice as the woman led her by the chain pulling at her nipples. If she wanted to avoid more pain she would have to follow the bitch. With her first step the dress slipped to the floor but all she could do was step out of it fearing to stop in case her nipples were damaged. 

"Ahh! You have a ring down there too. A very tasteful ring too!" She said. 

Brooke wasn't quick enough to move a hand in defence of her private place as the woman cupped her pussy in a hand feeling the fine steel loop between her legs. Brooke felt her take hold of her pussy lips with a gentle squeeze and all that days teasing of her body came flooding back to excite her. 

Rummaging in a pocket the woman produced another fine chain and connected it to the ring through her pussy lips. She then guided her to each of the friends to introduce Brooke to them. "Veronica, meet my new pet." She said with a sly smile.

Pulling the chain linking her nipples Brooke was forced to bow to each in turn. She dare not speak with this woman holding the chain linking her nipples and pussy in each hand but meekly bowed in silent acquiescence. 

'No! How did this happen? Where is Carlene? This harridan has me moving around like a puppet on strings.' Brooke trembled inwardly. 

Cowering before strangers completely naked in such a vulnerable position was so humiliating; she needed help desperately. This woman had reduced her to a submissive state so rapidly her mind was in a whirl; she didn't know what to do.

"Down pet, on your knees. At once. Good girl." Beatrice told her. From somewhere a collar was produced and someone pulled her hair up to buckle it around her neck. The chain from her nipples was clipped to the collar and a leash clipped to the collar too. 

On hands and knees she was led around the room and told to sniff her tormentor's friends between the legs. She had to sniff their bottoms too if they were standing up. One of the women thrust back and rubbed her arse against Brooke's nose. 

They all wanted a go now so she had to do the rounds again for them to thrust a pussy or bottom in her face. Brooke was mortified at being treated like some bitch off the street. With that woman holding onto the leash she was going no where unless she didn't mind ripping her nipples off in the escape.

It seemed like an age since she had entered the room yet it had taken just half an hour to reduce Brooke to a docile pet. 

The strangers were laughing at her and thrusting their hips at her face. Eventually they grew tired of the game so she was led on sore knees to a corner where Beatrice sat on a cushion on the floor. Pulling on Brooke's collar brought her down between the woman's legs. She told her. "Let's see how good you are little pet, or do I have to teach you some tricks?" 

With one hand holding the leash she unzipped the leather trousers at her crotch and pulled Brooke forward. There was no let up on the assault on her senses, from pain in her nipples and pussy to mental torment she was being pushed to the limit. 

"Find my clit girl it's in there somewhere." Beatrice chuckled. "Bite on it. Oh yes you're learning." 

Brooke delved with her lips and teeth in the large folds of her labia never before experiencing such a succulent pussy. It was just as wet and slippery as her pussy felt. She had been stimulated all day and wanted nothing more than to be filled for an orgasm. 

Beatrice hardly moved when she declared it was enough. "Veronica you take her and try to improve the technique. Go on little pet, see what you can do to Veronica." She said with a wicked grin.

Brooke felt the leash tighten as she was pulled away from the large hairy pussy before her. She dare not let the leash tighten too much as it pulled on her tender nipples. 

Veronica adjusted herself on a cushion with legs splayed. Her pussy was also very ready as the young woman anticipated the feel of Brooke's lips on her own. While bent forward with her head in the woman's lap and her arse up she felt yet another painful surprise. Someone had pushed a dildo up her arse.

"The pet has a tail." They laughed. Brooke groaned with the indignity of it. 

The pet was forced to crawl around the room from one woman to another licking and sucking and biting. One young woman had such elongated lips it felt like she was sucking a soft penis into her mouth. 

"You did well pet. Go upstairs and wash up you're a mess. Then get back down here, I have plans for you tonight. We'll see how you like a bit of tit torture." Beatrice told her, with a horrid laugh.

The maid helped her to her feet and pushed her in the direction of the stairs where others less exotically dressed sat and chatted. They stopped talking on seeing Brooke stumbling toward them with concerned looks on their faces. 

Her face and hair was a mess of pussy cum and it was sliding down over the collar finding its way through her cleavage. The chain between her legs was coated slickly from her own juices. Her mouth and tongue felt sore from the abuse as though she had chewed her way through a stick like a pet dog. She felt like a bitch on heat assaulted by the neighbourhood's dogs.

The bathroom was easy to find but the queue parted on seeing her need was so obviously greater than there's. Leaning over the sink she looked at herself in the mirror and sobbed dry tears. She felt sore everywhere not wanting too move but managed to swill her face under the tap.

It was no good she needed to shower. The cold water cleansed her body of their musty odour and she felt almost recovered. She dare not play with herself between the legs or she might be in there all night. She needed desperately something hard inside there or soon or she might go mad with lust.

With a hand on the door she looked down at her naked body and wondered how she would make it down those stairs back to that room. She couldn't just walk out to her car and where were the keys?

Brooke heard her friend's voice on the other side of the door. 'Trust Carlene to be impatient.' She thought, as she heard the shout and hammering on the door with a fist. 

"It's me." Brooke said, on opening the door. Carlene obviously hadn't recognised her at first. 

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Beatrice . . ." She began to explain but Carlene interrupted. 

"Shit! That bitch! We had better get out of here." Carlene said, taking a hold of her hair. "It looks as though you've been initiated to their little club. I told you to look out for yourself. They are mean bitches." Carlene didn't need to scare her she was already terrified.

They walked carefully down the fire escape trying to be silent so as not to attract attention. Half dragging an attractive young naked woman from a party made it all the more difficult. "My cars over here so keep moving we've nearly made it." Carlene encouraged her friend. 

In the dark Brooke was particularly careful of her bare feet in the grass. She stumbled but made it without falling. Feeling safe in the car Brooke wondered how she would get her thoughts together enough to tell her friend what had happened.

"So that's a college party is it?" Brooke asked sarcastically. She still felt excited and hot. She was so turned on she thought the vibration from the road might bring her off.

"No way! That is Beatrice and no one or nothing is like her. Just stay clear of her and the gang and you'll be OK!" Carlene told her. "And don't make a mess on my seats girl."

They drove away into the night laughing together from simply being happy in each other's company. They knew what each was thinking and when Carlene turned into the drive to her apartment there was no need to invite her up as Carlene was already getting out of the car to help Brooke clamber out.

Tonight was going to be one hell of a game!



Brooke Ch. 01



Brooke lay back on the bed and her hands drifted across smooth, warm skin. She grazed one of her thick, dark nipples and it stiffened. Goose bumps rose on lush breasts and damp labia began to swell. She wished Allison was stroking her body, making her wet, making Brooke cum.

The half t-shirt and silk shorts were so tight she might as well have been nude. She reached under the small top and took both of her sweet buds between thumbs and forefingers. Her hands twisted and pulled at nipple rings and areolas in the way Ali did. Her tips sent rapid-fire pulses of pleasure-pain racing through her body. Delicious sensations dashed headlong into Brooke's throbbing clitoris.

"Mmmm, oooh," she whimpered. She quickly wet her fingers and resumed the nipple play. Desire burned between full thighs. She imagined showering Allison's vulva with kisses and licks and nibbles. Honey flowed from her and seeped between the cheeks of a round and heaving bottom.

She exposed large, soft globes and lifted one to her lips. As she suckled herself the erotic jewelry electrified her flesh. One hand slid down the curved tummy into the steamy recess of her slick vagina. She pinched its hood. Tingles from her hard nipples paled in comparison to that jolt of sparkling sensation. Thoughts of Allison's face at her breasts, a hand between Brooke's legs, made her shiver. More droplets slithered along her slit.

Lip-covered teeth bit down on one nipple and pulled at its ring. Her left hand played with the other ring and pinched hard. Sexual energy coursed through her fluttering tummy and raced lower into her pussy. Brooke yanked the shorts aside and they tore. Allison tore Brooke's short off once, and the memory made her smile. Two fingers trust into the girl's needy opening. She thumbed the fleshy hood and circled her clit in a flurry of stimulation. Her smile faded into a determined grimace.

"Mmmmph, mmmmph, mmmmph!" She gasped around the aroused breast in rhythm to the pounding pulse of a building sexual frenzy. The girl slurped with noisy abandon. Cruel fingers tweaked her throbbing nipple to just shy of the pain threshold. Brooke's hand thrashed her turgid folds as she dreamed of Ali's tongue.

She came in an explosive orgasm. There was no languid build, no teasing peaks and valleys. Her body simply convulsed in a huge and heady rush of sexual fulfillment. The nipples burned and the wildfire spread, igniting her skin. Brooke's body enjoyed the deep, full orgasm as her mind's eye saw Allison's beautiful face between shaking thighs. She curled her fingertips into her g, felt the second wave build, and cried out in joyful release. The wet nipple slipped from her mouth.

"Oooh . . . oooh . . . oooh! Fu . . . uh . . . uck!" Brooke's voice quavered in crescendo. Large breasts shuddered. Hips thrust over and over again. Thick spurts slipped from between her fleshy lips. The rush of fluid intensified her sensations. She tumbled into a second, trembling climax.

With her immediate needs met she relaxed and caught her breath. Brooke's legs closed on her hand and she rolled onto one side. Tiny aftershocks rippled for several seconds as she reveled in the afterglow. Even temporarily satisfied, though, she longed for Allison.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *

Brooks drifted for a few minutes then rose and went for the shower. She reached for the faucet handle and noticed how wet her hand looked. The girl licked her fingers and imagined the taste was Allison's.

After a quick rinse she toweled the thick black-brown hair and put on a light summer dress. She decided to let her ample breast swing. It might get the looks she adored. Besides, the sway of ample tits against thin fabric would generate a welcome friction. Brooke debated over the choice of panties—high-cut, crotchless, thong—then decided the simplest solution was to skip them altogether. That'll be sexier, too, she thought.

She looked in the mirror. The reflection peering back oozed sensuality and telegraphed just the right mix of confidence and vulnerability.

"I hope Allison's home," she murmured to herself. "God, I need a good tribing. And to munch some wet kitty!"

She blew her reflection a kiss and turned for the door.

Allison's house was less than two blocks away, and the late morning was mild and sunny. A soft breeze rustled bushes and trees lining the quiet street. Brooke enjoyed the stroll. An occasional breath of air whispered up the skirt and caressed her bare labia. The fabric stroked at still-tender nipples. Even the cloth stretched across her rolling bottom produced sweet chills. The empty street was slightly disappointing.

That disappointment was short-lived. As the young woman rounded the corner, she caught sight of Beth walking through the front door with armloads of groceries. Allison's mother was in her mid-forties and kept herself in wonderful shape. She had attracted Brooke's attention often. Her square face held relaxed blue eyes, and her wide mouth was just made for kissing. Brooke wondered how it would feel to run her tongue across Beth's even, white teeth.

She had often wondered about a mature woman's body in general, and about Beth's in particular. The woman's breasts held their lovely shape with little sag. Brooke imagined their rubbery nipples would taste so sweet. She had dreamed of nibbling her way down Beth's tummy until she could suck the woman's wet cleft and devour her erect clitty. Of course, she'd have to hold tightly to that pert ass to keep Beth's puss against her face. Brooke longed to give her friend's mom orgasm after orgasm.

She knocked on the door before pushing it open. "Hello?"

"Brooke?"

"Yeah."


"Come in! I'm in the kitchen."

Brooke made her way to the kitchen. Grocery sacks covered the counters. Her friend's mother wore a pale blue cotton dress. It shaped itself perfectly to her shoulders and torso. Then it flared from her hips and ended just above the knees.

"Hi, dear," Beth called cheerfully. "Allison isn't here."

"Oh," Brooke mumbled, disappointed. A hollow twinge needled the center of her sex. "Will she be home soon?"

"I don't know." Beth turned to put a jug of milk in the fridge. "And she left her phone." 

Brooke wondered about the slight unease in the back of her mind, but the view of legs and ass distracted her. Brooke's libido re-exerted itself. Her mouth began to water and her pussy dampened as she watched Beth move.

"Give me a hand?"

"Oh, sure." Brooke's dark eyes tore themselves from the tanned thighs. Her mind tried to forget the illicit thoughts of Beth's bare breasts, and the young woman looked into the nearest paper bag.

"I'm sure you know where everything goes . . . ."

"Oh, yeah. I mean, I've stolen enough of your food over the years, you know?"

"You didn't steal it," Beth laughed. "It's no problem. Besides, you need to keep up your strength. Right?"

The way Allison's mother gazed directly into Brooke's dark eyes made the girl wary. "I guess," she answered. The answer sounded lame to her.

Beth touched the girl's cheek briefly and smiled before turning back to the groceries. She asked, "Are you hungry?"

God, yes—for your pussy! she thought. 

Instead, she answered, "No. I'm okay."

"Okay. Tell you what. Let's finish putting stuff away, and then we can have some tea—or something—until Allison gets home. How's that sound?"

"Sound great." Brooke wondered if the "something" might be, well, something. She had occasionally teased Beth on the rare occasions when they were alone together. Once she even did it in front of Allison just for fun. But despite the opportunities, Beth always seemed unmoved. That apparent disinterest made the girl bold.

She searched through the bags for items that either had to go up high in the cupboards, or low in the drawers. As luck would have it, the first bag had both.

Jack pot! She smiled to herself.

"Do you have something to climb on? I need to reach the shelves."

"Yes, dear, in the pantry."

Brooke retrieved a small stepladder. She selected one item at a time and stretched to place each one on the shelves. She could feel the hem slip up and down her thigh. On one particularly difficult reach the fabric stretched high enough that Brooke knew the crease beneath her ass showed. She thought she heard a soft gasp behind her.

Next were the low items. Again, Brooke made sure to put away only one item at a time. She bent from the waist, keeping her knees straight. The bottom of her dress teased close to her smooth, ample bottom. She loved teasing. Indulging her exhibitionist side always gave her a thrill. She only hoped Beth would want more than a glimpse.

Brooke jumped when Beth's husky voice sounded in her ear. "You know, when Allison's phone rang earlier I couldn't get to it in time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I saw it was you and thought of calling back."

"Oh, that's okay. But, I mean, you can call, too. If you, like, want to."

The older woman smiled. "No. I just, listened . . . to the voice mail."

"Oh. Oh! Oh, I'm sooo sorry. We joke around like that sometimes." Brooke uttered the words though she knew they sounded ridiculous.

"Uh huh. Brooke, please. It's okay. You don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not—"

"Brooke, I know about you and Allison."

Hearing her lover's mother suddenly say she knew Brooke and her daughter were having sex confused the girl. But, wait. Is that what she said? What does she know about—?

"I've heard you two a few times," Beth continued. "You can be quite . . . vocal . . . when you 'finish'." She smiled. 

Brooke's stomach felt funny.

"I even peeked in on you once. You were sucking on Allison's tits!"

"Oh, God," Brooke whimpered. "I'm sooo sorry!"

"Oh, please." Beth moved closer and her breath seemed to surround Brooke. "The only thing you have to apologize for is making me want to suck my daughter's nipples." She edged closer until they almost touched. Brooke tried to back away, but the wall stopped her.

"Actually, maybe you do need to apologize. For showing me your pretty, naked ass just now." She reached behind the girl and cupped her cheek before she pressed herself against Brooke's lush body. Beth pulled on Brooke's thigh and ground her panty-clad labia into the girl's leg. She whispered, "Or maybe you should apologize for not making me cum in person, for just being my masturbation fantasy."

Brooke's mind buzzed. She wanted this woman, but embarrassment confused her. The control she felt while teasing was gone like smoke in a strong wind.

"Or maybe you'll need to apologize for not letting me fuck you. That is," the older woman smirked, "unless you let me fuck you!"

Beth's mouth attacked Brooke. Lurid kisses seemed intent on devouring the tingling lips of her daughter's friend. Thin panties could not contain the steaming honey that flowed from Beth and smeared Brooke's thigh.

The suddenness of the embrace stirred mixed emotions in Brooke. She wanted it badly; wanted to be taken by this salacious woman. But it happened so fast that it startled her. One moment she teased her friend's mom. The next she was pressed against the wall, her lips mauled and her leg used. She tried to think, but when her pussy twitched out of reflex, when a few errant droplets trickled along her inner thigh, all reason dissolved.

Beth pulled away, and gasped, "You're my little girl, now, Brooke, my little cunny-slut. And you're gonna make your momma cum. A lot." The intense stare bore deep. Brooke's submissive expression gave Beth the signal she sought. Beth knew she could now do whatever she wanted. Her hands slipped the thin straps from the girl's shoulders and tugged. The dress fell and gathered at Brooke's waist.

"Oooo, pretty," Beth cooed when she saw the rings dangling from erect ebony nipples. She bent to take one in her mouth. Her tongue fluttered and played, and Brooke moaned. The involuntary mewing sound delighted Beth. She ground her labia into the firm muscle of Brooke's thigh and shuddered. Her legs clamped onto Brooke's.

"Mmmm, mmm, mmm, mmm . . . mmmmm!" Beth grunted, keeping the throbbing nipple in her mouth. A teasing mini-cum rippled through the woman, who sighed and pulled back.

"One down, and oh, so many to go," she smiled. Brooke tried to smile, too, but a predatory glint in the woman's eyes stopped her. She was unsure what was going to happen next, and it scared her. That fear, in turn, liquefied her insides. She was struck at just how incredibly horny she had become. But more than that, it surprised her how badly she wanted to please Beth.

"We're going to my bed. Now. And you're going to give me just what I want, understand, dear?"

"Yeah," Brooke breathed.

"'Yeah?' No, no, dear. Try again."

"Yeees . . .?" she whispered.

"Yes, what?"

"Yeees . . . Ma'am?"

"Mmmm, that's my good little girl," Beth praised her. Then she cupped a hand to Brooke's face and gave her lips a tender kiss. "If you do just as I say, I know you'll get so much pleasure, too." Her blue eyes sparkled. "Would you like that?"

"Oh, yeees," Brooke gasped. When Beth's eyebrows rose, she quickly added, "Ma'am."

"That's a good girl, such a good little, slutty girl." She dropped to her knees and pulled Brooke's dress off in one motion. It collected around her feet. Allison's mother knelt and thrust her face into the smooth, bare pussy. After a few expert licks and deft clit sucking Brooke was on the verge. But Beth denied her release. She stood quickly, licked her lips and ordered, "Follow me—leave your dress."

She turned and sauntered towards the bedroom, gratified to hear a small, shaky voice behind her say, "Yes, Ma'am."

Brooke's mind lurched as she padded down the hallway. She had not been overtly threatened, she had not been hurt, and yet she felt as though she was completely under the spell of this woman. Something in her young psyche had clicked. She liked being used for Beth's pleasure. She liked being naked, subservient, controlled. Being kissed, having her pierced nipple suckled and her pussy tongued were all fantastic sensations. But falling into the role of sex slave to such a beautiful, sensuous woman rocketed Brooke's excitement.

She noted the silky movement of the muscles in Beth's back. She fixated on the feminine sway of her trim hips. Her mouth watered as she gazed down to the toned thighs and calves. She imagined licking up those pretty legs—

Beth turned at the bedroom doorway. Brooke nearly ran into her, startled. She gazed up into the woman's face, into her calm, commanding eyes. The girl quickly looked at the floor.

"You may remove my panties, sweet one."

"Yes, Ma'am." Brooke knelt and reached up under the skirt. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged downward.

"Not like that!" Brooke froze. That gratified Beth. "Softly," she said. "Slowly. Enjoy it."

The garment's descent resumed as a tender caress. It breezed past the thighs and slipped below the knees. She could not see Beth's slit because of the skirt. But Brooke caught the scent. The lingerie slipped into view. A large, delicious wet spot covered the crotch of the tiny undies.

Beth watched intently, enjoying the sensuous spectacle and recognizing the raw lust in her subject's face. She noticed the hesitation as Brooke realized how soaked Beth panties had become. The edges of her mouth curled.

"Suck them," she ordered.

"But . . . how?" Brooke asked. Beth had not lifted either foot; the underwear remained trapped between knees and ankles.

"You're a smart, inventive girl. I saw how you contorted yourself so you could suck Allison's nipples while you did her with a strap-on." Brooke was mortified by the graphic revelation. Mortified, and aroused. 

"Use your ingenuity," the older woman concluded.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And dear, if we are going to fuck then you should call me 'Ms. Beth,' or 'Mistress Beth'."

"Yes. Ms. Beth." The large, dark eyes glimmered at her Mistress. They projected capitulation mixed with profound, adoring desire. Brooke leaned closer and pulled the panties closer as she stared into Beth's ice-blue eyes. The perfume of sexual essence sharpened her need. Her tongue snaked out and ran over the damp spot. Brooke moaned and clamped her lips over the fabric. She sucked greedily and it made a wispy sound, like a breeze through a screen door.

"Is that tasty, little one?"

"Yes, Mistress. It's delicious!" As if to emphasize the point, Brooke took another mouthful and moaned again.

"Good. And for being such a good girl, here's a little treat for you while you clean my panties." Beth lifter her skirt and watched with satisfaction as the girl stared at the steamy pussy. She spread her legs a little more and reached for herself. Beth's right hand parted herself as the dress dropped over Brooke's head.

"Now if you 'wash' my panties very well, I'll let you 'wash' my pussy, too."

From beneath the dress came the girl's, "Yeees . . . thank you, Mistress Beth!" Sounds of sucking resumed.

Beth played with herself. She parted the copper-colored hair, touched the outer lips and caressed the inner. She loved the slick smoothness of her vulva, and trembled at the exquisite sensations that coursed through her pelvis. She knew the young woman's eyes were focused on the action. She could practically feel them on her skin. She smiled as her forefinger and thumb pinched her hood, pulling it back and forth in autoerotic bliss.

"Mistress, I'm done with your panties. May I lick your pussy now?"

"Hmmm, let me see, my dear girl." Beth stepped out of her panties with the grace of a dancer. She stood back and Brooke emerged from beneath the skirt. Beth held out a hand and her subject placed the thin material into her palm. The woman lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply.

"Hmmm, I still note a hint of my juices on this. But, you did a good job for your first time. Perhaps you deserve your reward now . . . ."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Brooke could not lift the skirt fast enough. But as she reached for the mature hips, Beth stopped her.

"No! Not here, dear. I want you in my bed." Her eyes made it clear that this was not negotiable. "Now!"

Brooke quickly rose and dashed into the bedroom without acknowledging the command. Beth walked in slowly, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Brooke, completely nude, sat on the edge of the bed awaiting Beth's approval. She smiled, but the predatory light deep in those blue eyes transfixed the girl.

"You forgot to say, 'Yes, Mistress,' when I told you to get into my bed. That could mean punishment—"

"Oh, no, Mistress, please . . . ."

"Well, perhaps I can overlook it this time. If you have a good reason."

"Oh, Mistress, please, it won't happen again. It just, well, I couldn't wait to, to lick your pussy. Please, let me lick it. Can I, Ms. Beth?"

"You mean this pussy?" She lifted her skirt again and traced the dripping outline of her flowing sex.

Brooke stared with longing at the trimmed triangle of straight hair surrounding reddened lips. She could see the thick nub peeking from its protective flesh. Brooke thought she would die if she did not have her mouth on it very soon.

"Oh, yeees, please, Mistress Beth, please don't make me wait any longer!"

"Lie back."

Brooke flopped onto her back. "Farther up, near the headboard," Beth directed. The girl scooted and wriggled into place. Beth smiled. She put one knee on the foot of the bed. Then the other. Beth held her skirt up to her waist and knee-walked towards Brooke's face. 

Does she realize she's panting like a dog in heat, Beth wondered.

"You're going to eat me until I tell you to stop. Understand, my sweet?"




Brooke Ch. 01



"Oh, yeees . . . please, hurry!"

Beth moved the remaining distance and paused with her seething cunt just out of the girl's reach. Brooke's desire took control and she arched herself into Beth. Her tongue slithered into the gaping opening. "Oh, mmph," Brooke whimpered. Her hands grasped Beth's hips and pulled them to her face.

"Ahhh, my dear girl. Yeees . . . lick—Ooh!"

"Mmph, mmmhmmm," came the muffled reply.

Beth braced her palms against the wall. She rocked her hips back and forth on Brooke's delightful mouth. Lips, tongue and teeth were hitting all the right spots and Beth's passion flared. Even so, the first orgasm surprised her.

"Oooh, fuck! Oooh!" A roiling tide of ecstasy swept Beth away. Brooke opened her eyes in the blue light that filtered through the dress and smiled with satisfaction. Beth rubbed and thrust down on her, trying to extract more pleasure from the girl's knowing mouth. The young tongue thrust as deeply as it could reach. The swollen dome of a very large clit bumped Brooke's nose.

"Oooh!" Beth shrieked. Brooke felt one huge contraction on her tongue. Then pulse after pulse of hot, clear, ambrosia gushed from Beth. Brooke thought for an instant that she might not be able to breath, might drown in the copious, scalding juice. But the very next instant she wanted to drown in her mistress's streaming folds. She pushed her face tighter and deeper into Beth's crotch.

Beth pinched and twisted her exploding nipples as she rode out the climax. When her passion ebbed her hips twitched in one final rocking motion. Goose bumps erupted all over her skin. Beth jerked herself away as though she received an electric shock. Brooke froze. Allison's mother collapsed to one side, a heap of quivering flesh.

"Ms. Beth?" Brooke asked in a tiny voice. "Did I . . . are you, are you all right?"

Beth registered the concern in her tone. But the voice sounded as though it was coming to her from a far off dream. She heard a pounding, like surf during the full moon, and knew it was her heart thudding in her ears.

"Mmmm," she sighed from her trance. "Oh, my, you wonderful little slut. No, dear, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you did so much right. Mmmm, yeees, so right," she sighed again and closed her eyes.

Brooke's smile could be heard in her answer. "Thank you, Mistress. It was wonderful."

"Mmm hmmm . . . ."

"Especially when you squirted!" Brooke relived the excitement of the moment and it made her talkative. Beth listened as her mind slowly filtered back into her body.

"At first I thought I might drown, there was sooo much cum! But then I didn't care if I drowned or not, as long as it was in your pussy. It was sooo hot. I don't mean just hot, like, 'hot pussy' hot—though yours sooo was and now mine really is, too—but hot like, 'huge turn-on' hot. You know? So, when you squirted on my face, well, I guess I kinda lost it."

"You did so very, very well."

"Thank you. It was sooo gooood! And, well, Mistress Beth, you have the most amazing clit!"

"Come here, little one. Let me hold you."

"Yes, Ma'am."

They cuddled. Brooke lay naked, face wet and hair damp with Beth' essence. Her Mistress still wore the blue sundress, but with bared breasts and an otherworldly smile. The woman snuggled into the girl's body and smelled perfume mixed with the scent of musk. It was a potent, intoxicating mix.

"Let me rest a little while, dear, and then we can make sure you are rewarded for eating me out so well. So very well."

"Oh, yes, please, Mistress. I'd love to receive pleasure from you. Yes, please, I need it so bad!"

"Do you need to cum, Brooke?"

"Oh, yeees!"

"It will be a bigger 'bang' if you wait a little, you know?"

"Ohhh," Brooke whimpered. "I don't know if I can wait, Mistress!"

"All right then. You may pleasure yourself while I watch."

"Oh, thank you, Ms. Beth. Thank you!" Brooke's hands busied themselves. She tweaked her pierced nipples and drove two fingers into her depths. Amid groans and gasps she writhed in a delightful climax. Beth savored the lewd show until Brooke lay panting, eyes closed. The fingers of one hand thrust slowly in and out, while the other hand circled her hood.

"Cum again, Brooke. Now!" For emphasis, Beth reached out took hold of the nearest nipple ring. She pulled and rotated it so the metal twisted Brooke's swollen flesh. The nipple stretched and the areola erupted in a pebbly texture. It happened in an instant, like exploding fireworks.

The command and breast play triggered a second cum. Honey ran freely from the young woman's puffy labia and dribbled down between flexing muscles. She cried out in mewing whimpers. Slippery walls clenched at invading fingers. Her free hand pinched the hood to punish a throbbing clit. Wave after wave of climactic joy pounded through Brooke's quaking body.

The younger woman trembled in aftershocks. Beth reached between the strong, wet legs and gentled the smooth vulva. Beth smiled as her subject's closed eyelids flutter at the intimate contact.

"Do you shave, or are you waxed?"

"Waxed, Mistress Beth," she sighed in answer. Brooke's lips curled ever so slightly.

"Why waxing instead of shaving?"

"It's not as stubbly. And it lasts longer. Mmm, that feels sooo nice, Mistress. Mmmm. Oooo, yeees, there. Please don't stop. Mmmm, please—"

"Why waxing instead of shaving?" Beth's hand stopped and her tone hardened.

Brooke's eyes opened, but she was unable to hold the probing gaze of those challenging blue orbs. She looked away and whispered, "Because . . . because it hurts . . . a bit. Ms. Beth."

"You enjoy a little pain, dear?" Her fingers pinched Brooke's hooded clit until the girl gasped. Beth noticed that the large, pierced nipples went hard and the areolas wrinkled, betraying the young woman's excitement.

"Sometimes, Mistress."

"Sometimes a little roughness can blur through the line between pain and pleasure." She lightened the pressure and resumed a light, slow stroking. The slick, delicate flesh felt hot beneath her fingertips. "But I rarely use it with my lovers, unless the reward is much greater than the ordeal. I prefer to treat my subjects with a great deal of respect—as long as they keep earning it."

Beth's kiss was soft and warm, with the lightest touch tongue tip across Brooke's full upper lip. The young woman sighed, enjoying more and more of her Mistress's experienced fingering. Their mouths played back and forth, alternating pressures and techniques in their exploration.

Beth broke the kiss and removed her hand. Brooke groaned in frustration, but Beth only smiled. Then she stood next to the bed and bent her head to the girl's crotch. She tongued the young, seeping labia and sipped on the enflamed bud. Brooke shuddered, her hands tangled in the wavy red hair, until Beth stopped. That elicited another frustrated growl. "Besides," she explained, "I find that the denial of pleasure is much more effective than the imposition of pain. Don't you agree?"

Brooke whimpered, dying of such desperate desire.

"Spread your legs," Beth ordered. Brooke trembled with need and complied.

"Good girl. Now play with your nipples while I watch. It's so sexy to see you play with those tight, thick nips. And your rings are making me wet!"

"Like this, Mistress?" Brooke fingered and pulled the rings, elongating the nipples and sending bolts of electricity racing through her body.

"Yes, dear. Just like that." Hard blue eyes bore into the girl's chest until Brooke could feel their touch like needles. Her bald sex twitched its inner muscles clenched at the breast play. In classic stimulus-response Brooke suddenly surfed through a small surprise-cum.

"Did you just orgasm?" Beth demanded.

"Oh, mmm, yeees . . . Mistreeess. Oooh, yeees."

"Well, you should have asked first. I'm afraid this requires action on my part." The older woman began easing out of her dress.

"Oh, please, Mistress, let me . . .?"

"Well, all right, dear. If you must."

Brooke knelt on the soft bed. She was nearly as tall as Beth this way. Brooke could look directly into those cobalt eyes, but she did not. That pleased the Mistress.

Instead, Brooke's attention focused on Beth's naked breasts. As Brooke gently worked the dress over the woman's hips the girl's fingers shook. The swell of the globes so near to her face, the texture of two very erect nipples so ripe for her tongue, the areolas so tan and pebbly, made Brooke gasp.

"You may suck them, little one."

Brooke surrounded the left one, suckling hard, thrashing her tongue and nibbling until Beth moaned and squirmed. Brooke switched to the right tip while her fingers played with its saliva-coated twin. She continued her back-and-forth worship until Beth moved her along.

"Finish removing my dress. Then you may suck my dripping cunt."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress Beth," Brooke squealed. She slid the thin blue dress down Beth's toned hips, licking and nibbling as more skin came into view. When the cloth fell away Beth reminded, "And while you're there, don't forget my clitty."

"I'll remember, Ms. Beth. Oh, God!" Brooke stared at the trimmed and matted triangle. The sight of Beth's womanhood obscured by thin, ruby hair was beyond arousing. Brooke caressed Mistress's smooth legs then took hold of the small hips. The girl took a deep breath and plunged into her lover.

"Aaah . . . . Oooh, yeees, there, dear. Oooo!" Brooke's mind reeled. She was licking and sucking on her best friend's mother, smothering herself in sodden, flowing flesh. She wanted the experience to last forever.

The domination provided another heady element that drove her arousal onward. Brooke wanted to please this woman more than she had ever pleased another partner before. Beth's encouragement and praise brought an unknown joy, and motivated the girl even more.

"That's the way, my little cunny slut. Eat momma's puss. That's so damn good!" Beth had both hands tangled in the long, thick black hair. Her red pubis thrust into the ravenous young mouth. 

"Mmph, Mmmmm, Mmmmm!" Brooke's muffled voice echoed into Beth's vulva, vibrating against slick petals. Brooke ground herself onto her heel and came. Her rhythm suffered as she strove to devour the morsel in spite of cumming.

Beth asked sharply, "Did you cum again?"

Brooke's dripping face gazed upward. With a coy expression, she admitted, "Yes. Mistress." She went on quickly, her words tumbling together "But I couldn't help it. Really! You taste sooo good. And when you told me how good I was at eating out your cunt, I couldn't help it. Please."

"'Please,' what?"

"Please don't punish me for cumming!"

"Hmm, I hadn't thought of punishment. But maybe that's what you need."

As she pleaded, "No, please!"

The older woman, nude and aroused, pushed Brooke backwards onto the bed. She produced a pair of padded shackles and trapped the girl's wrists.

"Oh, Ms. Beth, no, please. Just let me eat you out, I promise I won't cum again without permission—"

Beth kissed her with surprising tenderness, letting her lips and tongue ease Brooke's anxiety. She loved her own taste on the girl's melting lips. Mature hands touched and explored the panting, sweaty, full body of her subject until the young woman relaxed. Brooke's sighs had turned into gasps. Now the gasps had turned into moans and whimpers. Only then did Beth know it was time for the next dance of their sexual ballet.

Mistress rose slowly, like a cat about to finish off her prey. She reached into the nightstand and removed a harness that she strapped around her waist. Brooke caught glimpses of parted labia and a protruding clitoris through the webbing.

Next, Beth lifted out a large red cylinder, a knobbed tip with a shaft formed by a series of rings. It was long and quite thick. Brooke's eyes went wide. Beth smiled as she saw the emotions parade across the girl's face: surprise; trepidation; nervousness; uncertainty; acceptance; and, most satisfying of all, lust. She snapped the base onto the harness and let the implement dangle from her hips.

"Now, I've been very impressed with how well you lick pussy. And I can even forgive your uncontrolled cums as a tribute to the way I—excite—you."

"Thank you, Mistress," she whispered without taking her eyes from Beth's pelvis.

Beth knee-walked along the bed, the dildo bobbing an obscene tempo. "Now you're going to show me that you can suck cock, too." She knelt over the girl's chest with the thick tip practically touching Brooke's face. Brooke licked her lips and reached her tongue forward.

"Oh," Beth interjected, "I almost forgot—" In an instant she repositioned herself between Brooke's heavy thighs and held the knob against the naked, flared lips. She gave it a quick swirl to collect some of the plentiful honey at its tip. Then she thrust two-thirds of the dildo into the receptive depths of young pussy. A loud squelching sound came from between the parted thighs.

"Oooh!" Brook cried. For the next several seconds an instantaneous climax clawed at her insides. She shook uncontrollably, tugging against her restraints. Beth pushed the large phallus deep. Brooke's entire body seemed to clamp onto the welcomed intruder. She drove her hips into the pressure until the fat red knob seated firmly against her creaming cervix.

Beth gazed in rapt, satisfied wonder, as the girl bound to her bed raged from the first monumental orgasm right into another. She bent down and suckled hard on each of the pierced nipples. When she felt Brooke's piping hot fluid pour around the cock and gush up into her own sex, she came, too.

The women lay together, a gasping mass of sensitized and sweating flesh. Beth was first to regain her faculties.

"Now, show me how well you can eat cock, baby!"

She pulled out with a sucking sound that left Brooke feeling hollow. Beth repositioned herself and the young woman wasted no time. The coated member was slurped into her mouth. The girl's head swiveled and cheeks bulged as she worked hungry lips and tongue all over the warm shaft. She noted the difference in her juices and Beth's.

Her young mind was a maelstrom. She quivered. Her body felt tired and sore, but still Brooke wrestled with profound need. She raised her head and took more of the stroking phallus. As she swallowed another inch, and another, she worked closer to her Mistress's opening. With the aroma of Beth full in her nose, Brooke whimpered.

Beth was very pleased. This girl showed a talent and prowess well beyond her years. It was all she could have hoped for when she had watched Brooke's face ravishing her sweet Alice's body. "You want another taste?"

"Mmm hmm!"

Beth pulled away and Brooke felt the ringed shaft slip from her throat and past her lips. Beth pulled the cock tight to her stomach and placed her hips close enough for Brooke to reach. The pink tongue could just bridge the gap. She was rewarded with a few glistening droplets and a satisfied sigh.

"Roll over." Brooke did, despite an instant and renewed nervousness. Beth unsnapped the tool, rummaged in the nightstand drawer, and took a moment to appreciate the view of a lush young woman spread out like a feast. Brooke twisted. There was a "snap" but the restraints and her positions did not allow Brooke to see.

"Lift your ass!" The girl complied. Her upper body still lay on the sheets while her wide hips jutted into the air. 

"Spread your knees!"

Brooke did as she was told, trying to mask a growing concern.

"Wider!"

What happened next made Brooke tremble. She cried out and shuddered. Beth grabbed two handfuls of firm, ample bottom and spread the cheeks wide. Without giving her subject time to react, the woman's face pressed between two smooth globes. A wet, hard tongue circled and probed at Brooke's tiny, cum-coated rosette. Mistress Beth sought to judge the response, and from that first touch it was obvious. Brooke loved having her anus licked.

That was all the encouragement Beth needed. She spent the next several minutes using her mouth and fingers, and the Brooke's own creamy juices, to thoroughly introduce her slave to the joys of analingus. She drove two crossed fingers into the depths of the waxed vulva, making sure to massage the g spot. When her tongue slipped into the tight sphincter and slim fingers massaged the spot deep inside, the outcome was as predictable as it was enjoyable.

"Oooh, fuck! Oooh, Gaw . . . ungh . . .fuh . . . uh . . . uck! Deeper! Gawd, please, dee . . . ee. . . per!"

Beth was not certain whether "deeper" meant deeper in her ass or deeper in her pussy. The tiny ring of muscle squeezed Beth's tongue and the pulsing tunnel clenched Beth's fingers. Brooke squirted again; cum ran freely down Beth's forearm. She was able to catch a few luscious drops before the orgasm subsided.

"Mmmm," she confessed. "Your ass and pussy are delicious, dear."

"Oooh . . . mmm . . . oooh . . . thank . . . you . . . Mistress," she panted.

Beth slowly rose and stood on her knees behind Brooke. She reached into the nightstand drawer and found her rabbit. "You'll love this, Brooke." The tip slid effortlessly into the dripping cleft. Her vaginal walls welcomed the shaft as its tiny knobs stimulated her hungry flesh. Then Beth flipped its switch.

The vibrations rippled throughout Brooke's body, starting deep within. She felt the wonderful sensations in her womb, her clit, even in her bottom. Her nipples tightened and she moaned. Then the knobs began to rotate and she shook in a small, sharp climax. "Ohhh . . . God!" she sighed as her core quaked.

Beth let her eyes drink in every detail, from the girl's wide hips and succulent bottom to the drooling and stretched labia. She licked her palm and spread saliva over a slender black dildo that hung from the leather harness. In one quick motion she positioned it at Brooke's tight bud and thrust forward.

"Ooohm'Gawd!" the girl shouted. The sensation was unlike anything ever before, a potent mix of pleasure-pain that made her backside tighten. Beth's hips slapped against ass flesh as the dildo's full length buried itself in Brooke's burning ring. She could feel the two shafts colliding within her, sandwiching the membrane separating her channels. It was ecstasy!

Brooke felt a fist in her hair, felt her head being pulled backward. "Do you like this?" Beth hissed in her ear as she shoved the cock in again. Her lips and teeth began to devour the girl's throat, jaw line, and ear lobe. MS. Beth's gasping breath rasped in Brooke's ear. The lewdness of it all made her feel desired, sexual, possessed as never before. At first the girl merely whimpered. But the continued pounding altered pain into consuming pleasure. Soon, Brooke begged Beth for even more stimulation.

"More! Oh, yeees . . . mor' . . . ungh. Oh, God! Fuck me, Mistress!" Beth pumped and rocked back and forth, reaming her young lover as she gauged the responses. The redhead straightened, held Brooke's wide hips and steadied herself as she thrust. Then she leaned over again. Beth's firm mounds and stinging nipples dug into the smooth skin of her slave's back. Her hands played with the rings in Brooke's thick nipples.

Each thrust not only buried the slim dildo in her needy rosette but also shoved the rabbit deep against Brooke's cervix. It vibrated Beth's fat, shiny clit too, making her hesitate at each in stroke. As they neared release the back-and-forth became a constant grinding, a passionate lunge that pleasure both women. Brooke could do nothing but gasp, mumble and try to remain in her body. She tugged against the shackles, arched her back and curved her hips to meet the delicious sensations throbbing in her pelvis.

"Please . . . Mis . . . tress . . . Be . . . eh . . . eth! Oooh . . . plea . . . eee . . . ease! Make . . . meeee . . . ohfuck! Makemeecuuum!"




Brooke Ch. 01



Brooke's world crashed and erupted. Her tight bud exploded in clutching spasms around the slim, smooth shaft. Erect nipples telegraphed bolts of electric delight straight into a weary clit. The young pussy pressed back against Beth's leather harness and slick labia. As the Mistress bit with gentle force at a particularly sensitive spot on the girl's neck, Brooke shivered.

She shook in the most intense orgasms she had ever known. The girl's peaks blended together in a seemingly endless parade of sensation, pounding her like stormy surf. She was dimly aware of Beth's powerful thrust and knew she, too, was cumming. But her body selfishly focused on its own climax.

Brooke's anus burned, thighs ran wet, nipples throbbed and breath came in ragged gasps. In the tumultuous, sex-churned mind she realized that the making love with Allison had been so . . . basic. She felt like an amateur. But in the presence of this virtuoso, she had to discover what more was possible.

How can I stay here? Stay in this place? Can Mistress Beth keep me feeling this good forever?

Brooke became lost in time.

* * * * * * *

Pulled by soft pleasure, the girl awoke. She was lying on her back. Her vision remained a bit blurred. The shackles had been released, her pelvis vacated. But wrists, breasts, vagina and anus still registered the phantom buzz of a hard, thorough ravishing.

It wasn't a dream.

Mistress Beth stroked the girl's tummy with such a gentle touch. Cool, pale fingertips played and tickled across dark skin. Brooke's flushed cheek bore the soft dew of many kisses. The next touch of the woman's tender lips brought with it a luscious aroma.

"Ms. Beth?"

"I'm here, dear girl," the redhead whispered. Brooke smiled and closed her eyes.

A voice came from down the hallway. "Mom?"

The girl tensed. Dark eyes flashed open in surprise and fear. Beth held her subject's gaze and touched a finger to the girl's full lips. "In here, honey." Brooke shut her eyes as though she could shut out the next instant. But the young body relaxed in acceptance of what was to come.

Beth smiled.

They heard Allison's footfalls as she made her way towards the bedroom. "How come the groceries are still out? And is that Brooke's dress on the fl—?" She stood frozen in the doorway as her mind wrestled with the scene.

"Hello, honey. How was your day?" Mom sounded so normal, so amused—and a little superior.

"Holy shit!" Allison gasped. She caught the perfume of sex. Her eyes took in so much at a single glance that she struggled to process it all. Brooke's full, familiar, naked body lay in Mom's bed. The pierced nipples bore a glow of over-stimulation. Beth's hand caressed the slightly rounded tummy and, as Allison stared in disbelief, descended past the swollen, bald pubis to disappear in between full, wet thighs. Brooke whimpered in delight, eyes still closed as her legs trembled. 

Allison's gaze met her mother's, and she knew exactly what Mom was thinking. The expression seemed to taunt the daughter with, Well, what are you waiting for . . .? 

The young woman wondered if Mother's face glistened from sweat . . . or cum? A sweeping look at the mature, beautiful body—the thick, erect tips of her firm breasts, the toned abdomen, her trim reddish-brown bush with flared lips, an enormous, succulent clitty, her legs posed just so—it all weakened Allison's knees. Even as her mind struggled with the details, her body reacted.

Allison adored making love with Brooke, but had secretly fantasized about being with Mom. No, she admitted to herself, fantasized about fucking with sexy Beth. Thoughts of the illicit act had possessed Allison more than once. She had even masturbated to visions of licking between her Mother's legs. Now seeing Brooke and Mom together, perhaps having them together, was better than she could have ever hoped. Allison stared at the mature, swollen, shiny clitoris. 

The clitoris had always been Allison's favorite sex organ, no matter the shape or size. But she had never eaten one so large and beautiful in her life. The girl determined to taste it, to suck it. To worship it. 

In that moment an intense mental image struck Allison like a bolt of lightning. She lay on her back while Mom—no, while Beth—rode Allison's tongue. Brooke would pound Allison's pussy with a strap-on cock while Beth sucked Brooke's pierced nipples. That's how she wanted these two.

Allison entered the bedroom, reached for the buttons of her blouse and whispered, "Cool . . . ."



Brooke Ch. 02



Brooke was black and beautiful with a body men craved to see and touch. She didn't mind them looking in fact she went out of her way to flaunt her body especially if it got her what she wanted. 

It was Saturday and as usual she met up with her friend Carlene to cruise the mall for clothes or just to see what might happen. Excitement and the thrill of walking into the unknown is what kept her high. 

Brooke sauntered out of the changing room wearing a light summer dress without underwear to check out another rack. The young check out girl was flustered on seeing her dressed so provocatively. Carlene nudged her, and the two young women shared a meaningful look and broke into giggles.

Customers were peering at her from behind racks of clothes, some pretended to be outraged while others just admired the show. "Get my clothes from the changing room and put them in your bag." Brooke whispered to her friend. Carlene wondered what she was up to now. Carlene just hoped it wasn't going to get her into trouble again.

Carlene knew Brooke since before high school and had got her into many a scrape just this side of the law. Carlene was a petite pale white chick, not as gorgeous as Brooke, but had a beautiful slim figure. She wasn't in love with Brooke but they were close. Pick on one of them and you'd soon find out how close.

Brooke sauntered up to the girl swinging her hips seductively; the poor girl didn't know where to look. She was young and inexperienced and very pale looking as though she had just emerged from a library. She was easy prey for Brooke. The owner was out otherwise Brooke wouldn't have pulled this trick.

"Hi. What's your name girl?"

"Jane." She said. Just having to say her name brought on a stammer. She didn't stand a chance poor thing.

"Can you help me with this zip? It's stuck." 

"I'm not sure. I." 

"Well I'll have to walk out of here wearing it if you don't get it off me." Brooke raised her voice with every word bringing attention to an already embarrassed Jane.

Jane looked around for help but the manager was still out and the tight guy employed her cheap, not because she was clever. "OK." She meekly replied.

They walked over to the changing room and Brooke drew closed the curtain behind her with a smile. She could be charming when she wanted but not right now. The girl pulled the zip and Brooke stepped out of it completely naked. Either Jane could push past her or wait nervously; and wait she did. 

"Hey! Where are my clothes?" Brooke acted surprised. She didn't try to cover herself she just stood there embarrassing Jane to the maximum. "I can't go home like this. What are you going to do! Someone's stolen my clothes." Brooke shouted adding a tone of contrived panic to her voice.

"Its alright you can wear that dress. Just take it you don't have to pay." The girl stammered wanting her tormentor to get out and leave her alone. 

Brooke sighed heavily. This was too easy and no fun. "Get me some underwear I can't go outside like this." She demanded, with both hands drawing attention to her nakedness.

Brooke had thought of getting the girl to go down on her but the pathetic creature was no challenge. Besides she had promised Carlene not to get into trouble, especially after what happened last week. 

The silly young thing brought her underwear and so she dressed and left quietly. She had the best clothes in the shop but wasn't satisfied, it had been too easy.

"Come on Carlene, we are going up market, to the Pall Mall." 

"You promised to behave yourself and we don't have enough money to shop there." Carlene moaned. Knowing her friend was in a mood she shut up and kept quiet. The Honda sped along ignoring the speed limit as though such limitations were for the stupid and elderly. 

They walked into the most expensive store, admiring professionally the layout of displays. You couldn't shop lift here the way the racks were laid out with all the cameras covering them. Besides that wasn't Brooke's style. Occasionally, just for the fun of it she would force her friend to steal something; but not today. 

Trying on a dress Brooke snorted at the price tag. "That's what I call robbery." She said quietly. Brooke spotted a woman looking at her. 

The woman was almost twice her age but still attractive. Nice clear tanned skin and nothing artificial about her either. This woman was used to expensive vacations. Brooke noticed how the woman looked at her. 'Shit! Who the damn does she think she is?' Brooke thought. 

A glance at her watch and a plan formed in a flash of inspiration. "Carlene, grab the most expensive scarf off the rack. See that blonde with the big tits over there. Slip it into her bag." She commanded. "Don't worry about the cameras no one is watching. All the security guards will be watching the game in the canteen." She added.

Carlene was relieved they wouldn't be the one's shoplifting. A silk scarf slid from a display into her palm and Carlene fell in step with the woman. The scarf was safely tucked away in a designer bag out of sight. She turned into a parallel aisle and followed the rich looking woman toward the exit. 

Carlene figured Brooke would wait until the coast was clear then lift the scarf from the stranger. Only, Brooke was mad at something and was in the mood for a challenge not this tired old ploy. Not only that the scarf had been picked at random not from Brooke's choice.

As the woman stepped out of the store Brooke moved in. "Excuse me madam!" Brooke said. She used the commanding voice Carlene used to like when they were playing their naughty games together. "I'm store security and would like you to come with me back into the store. I believe there has been a mistake with your purchases this morning."

Brooke watched an expression of confusion cross the woman's face and almost laughed but kept the serious look. She held a stern expression used at college imitating the principal to amuse friends. 

"You don't want to make a fuss out here do you Madam. If you resist I will have to call the police. I am sure we can sort the problem out if you come with me back into the store." Brooke said, with crossed fingers behind her back.

"Oh, gosh, not the police! Yes. I'm sure there's been a mistake." She said, with a slight tremor to her voice. 

Brooke took the woman's elbow and marched her through the store to a staff entrance. Through a swing door then hesitated a moment confirming it was deserted. She knew the layout after being caught and given a hard time by security.

"What is this about exactly?" The woman asked, starting to regain some composure.

"I'm afraid there has been a report of shoplifting." Brooke said. She took the woman's elbow firmly guiding her down the corridor to the far room. "If you would like to empty your bag for me and give me the receipt we can soon sort this out."

"But I don't shoplift. My fiancé gives me all the money I want to go shopping. Surely you can see I'm not the type."

'Lucky bitch!' Brooke thought. "Well in my experience it takes all sorts. Some just do it for a thrill. Well this article doesn't seem to be on the bill." 

"I don't remember buying that!" she exclaimed. 

"Well that would explain why it's not on the bill. Do you do this often madam?"

"No!" She said. Tears formed in the corner of her sparkling blue eyes.

"Well I'm sure we can process this little problem quickly and have you on your way. I will of course have to check you haven't anything else hidden on you." Brooke said, trying hard not to laugh. She would strip the bitch and see how high and mighty she was after that.

"What do you mean?" The woman asked. She trembled not wanting to hear the answer.

"You can of course elect to be taken into custody for a police search but that would mean being charged for shoplifting. However, as this is your first time I don't think there is any need to call them. Do you?" 

"No. No not the police. I'll co-operate, whatever you say." She said looking contrite.

"Good. Well then if you would like to take your clothes off and hang them on that rack. I will search them and you can go." 

Brooke watched the woman unzip the expensive silk dress and almost whistled at the sight of the in exotic underwear. Fortunately the woman faced away otherwise the expression on Brooke's face would have stopped her dead. 

The woman was wearing a silk bra and panty set with stockings and suspenders costing more than Brooke's monthly allowance. Her expression was one of envy and a leer of lust. She wanted the underwear and the woman. She looked good and Brooke could almost taste her.

She was short with a cute ass, large soft breasts, flat tummy and a pair of grab-hold of me hips. The woman's lips were made to smooch but it would almost be a pity to spoil that expensive make over. 

Brooke had intended to take her clothes, lock the door and leave her to the security men. All that suddenly changed. She looked at her watch. There was plenty of time. Looking through draws in the desk she recognised the forms for such cases.

At the back of a draw was a pack of gloves, tight latex gloves.

Brooke was pleased she hadn't been caught with anything on her last time she had been taken here. She would have relented to the big man if he had pushed her for she enjoyed being dominated as well as dominating. With her hand in the draw she loosened a ring and palmed it.

"Just sign this release form and I can search the dress and you can go."

"But there's nothing hidden. Can't you let me go now, please?" She said demurely. She was looking up through a fringe cut straight in the long blond hair, meaning to be cute and innocent. It might be appealing to her friend but she wouldn't win sympathy from Brooke.

"I have to do my job otherwise I'll be the one in trouble." Brooke told her sternly.

Sliding her hands through the dress she stopped and pulled out the ring. "What's this?" 

"I didn't buy that!" She wailed pathetically.

Brooke didn't let the woman see the ring too closely in case she recognised it was a cheap imitation. "I see. Well, this is more serious. Caught stealing one item means a caution; two has to be reported to the police. It's company policy."

"You're name is Sandy." Brooke said, reading from the form. "Sit down this might take some time." Brooke said. She picked up the phone. 

Sandy went to sit as told but in just her silk panties saw the chair was too nasty. "No. You don't have to do that. I'll pay for everything. I'll give you a bonus. I'll max out my credit card for you. Please, don't call the police." Sandy begged.

Sandy leant over the desk giving Brooke a pleasing view of her cleavage. Her breasts were wobbling nicely with each panting breath she took, showing how natural they were 

"Are you sue you have nothing else?"

"No. No of course not. I don't know how they got there in the first place. I didn't steal them, honest!" 

"Quiet. Let me think a moment. How can I be sure you haven't concealed more jewellery?" Brooke asked, with a glint of menace in her eyes.

"You can search me. Honest, there can't be anything else."

"I don't know. I should call the police. OK. I'll give you one more chance. Take off that underwear and I'll search it."

At first she eagerly pulled off the stockings not caring if she laddered them. With a shy glance at Brooke she held her hands to her back gripping the bra catch. Her breasts were thrust out bulging over the bra with each deep breath. She struggled in panic then snapped the catch and handed Brooke the bra.

The woman stood covering her large breasts with both arms wrapped around her. She cringed with embarrassment yet at the same time was desperately trying to show an eagerness to please. 

With great difficulty Brooke kept a straight face trying hard not to stare at the great pair of white tits hovering before her. She was impressed how they hardly dropped once free of the bra. The bra was a simple lacy thing well made and she could appreciate that too.

"Now remove the panties Sandy. It's OK I've seen plenty in my time." Brooke said casually. Well that at least was true.

Brooke stood up and walked around the woman. She didn't know which way to turn to preserve her dignity. The blush colouring her face spread down her neck over her breasts revealing the deep embarrassment she felt.

"Now bend over the desk and spread you r legs." Brooke stated harshly.

"No you can't? Well you've been brave so far. I can still call the police. Do you want me to do that? They'll do this down at the station more thoroughly than I will." Brooke grinned, hoping it wouldn't show in her voice as she stood behind the gorgeous blond.

She stood and admired the pale globes of her ass. The cheeks were hard and tight from working which probably explained why she had such an admiring friend. 

When Brooke's glove covered hand touched her pale ass Sandy quivered. She went to stand and struggle but Brooke held a palm against her back. "Hold still Sandy. It'll soon be over and you can go home and forget all about it." Brooke lied.

Sandy felt cold lubricant being massaged around her anus and whimpered. It was so humiliating to be treated this was. She hadn't given her virgin asshole to anyone and this lowly security woman was taking it. To have this young black woman treat her like this was so degrading she felt as though she would faint. 

"Stop wriggling. Try to relax those muscles. That's it." Brooke commanded. Her finger slid in up to her palm cupping the hard cheeks of the woman's bottom. The woman braced herself with legs stiff. "That wasn't so bad was it? You're gripping my finger Sandy. You'll have to relax so I can get it out without hurting you." She lied.

"While you're trying to relax I'll check down here." Brooke told her. 

Sandy was trying to block out the horrid experience and only vaguely heard what the young woman was telling her. It was expected yet nevertheless a shock. She felt a finger enter her pussy. There had been no foreplay, not that he was very attentive but at least she was given a chance to prepare. 

Sandy felt the two fingers inside wriggle as though searching out a deep private secret. The finger up her anus was pressing against the two in her pussy and the novel sensation was turning her on. 

It didn't help that the young woman's thumb was inadvertently nudging her clit. This was too much to tolerate. With just the one hand she had a finger up her ass, two fingers in her pussy and a thumb nudging her bud. 

'No! She's doing this on purpose. I can't let her do this to me.' She cried inside feeling ashamed. It seemed impossible to move. Her body wanted more and her mind was giving in.

Brooke knew what she was doing and did it well. Carlene had thanked her enough times to know exactly where and how. She reached the woman's inner button and pressed it. There was no way she was going to escape now. 

"I had better help you relax or I'll never get my finger out your ass." Brooke lied trying to sound bored but repressing a giggle. She reached round with a free hand and weighed a plump breast. Pumping it a little gently then pinching the nipple seemed to have been just the right action. 

After a deep sigh the woman's breathing continued with short deep gasps. It soon turned to breathless pants. Brooke new she was close. She would have left her like this humiliated and desperate for completion only the plan had changed. She enjoyed the sound of the pathetic mewing.

"Do you want more?" Brooke whispered into her ear.

"Yes!" She gasped. 

Brooke understood completely what Sandy was going through. She had been humiliated and desperate to cum herself with Carlene calling the tune. She too knew what buttons to press. Expert fingers rubbed that special little button deep inside while her thumb rubbed the clit in a regular rhythm. 

The finger up her ass pressed and wriggled adding pressure on the inner walls between anal passage and pussy. Every little movement was now an ecstasy of sensations.

"Do you want to come?" Brooke asked.

"Yes!" She gasped on a ragged out breath.

"Ask me nicely bitch!" Brooke whispered close to her ear.

"Please let me come. Please!" 

"Tell me you're my white bitch and I'll let you come."

"I'm you're bitch. I'm you're white bitch. I'll do anything. Please, just let me come. Please!" She begged.

Brooke subtly changed the rhythm finding the woman's key to completion. The violent shuddering in her legs flapped her bottom cheeks. The movement travelled to her belly then shook her breasts. The orgasm was impressive to watch. Brooke had been right about her.

Sandy collapsed upon the table exhausted emotionally and physically. Brooke guided her onto the floor and with a hand in her hair pulled her face into her crotch. "You said you would do anything. Let's see how good you are at keeping your word." 

Brooke didn't expect much and she was right. The pampered rich woman hadn't a clue. Rather than simply leave her here Brooke decided to teach the bitch some manners and a few tricks. 

"With your tongue, find my clit bitch. I found yours easy enough. Bite on it. Easy! Put your tongue in, right in." She commanded. 

"You don't have a clue do you. Well I don't mind taking the time to teach you." Brooke told her. 

She stood in a daze letting Brooke pull the dress over her head. All the time Brooke whispered little re-assuring words to her. With the underwear tucked into a bag Brooke took her elbow to guide her out of the store. 

From down the corridor she heard the loud cheering meaning a goal had been scored by their team. The security guys would be busy for a while. "Men! Poor dumb animals." She said.

***

The thin silk dress revealed a clear outline of Sandy's body in the full glare of the sun as they crossed the car park. Brooke cared little about that and Sandy had withdrawn to a little world of her own.

The woman was in shock and was completely docile as Brooke led her out to the car. Shoved into the back seat with Carlene they pulled away. "Just stroke her hair and coo in her ear Carlene." 

Carlene knew what to do and stroked the long blond hair and her breasts and between her legs. They had learnt together how to stimulate the skin and keep going long after the initial orgasm. 

The woman was out of it completely and Carlene wished it had been her that had been so completely taken. She thought of so many things she would like to do to this sexy woman once they got home, both nasty and nice things.

***

Brooke and Carlene pulled Sandy out of the car, each taking an arm they propelled her into the apartment. This rich white woman would be noticed in their neighbourhood so they needed to hurry. Once inside Carlene bolted the door and they felt safe with their new toy. Brooke intended to teach this rich bitch not to look down on her, but much more than that hadn't been planned

Carlene pulled the expensive silk dress up over Sandy's head. In an automatic response Sandy covered her breasts, clamped her thighs together and blinked her eyes as though just awakening from a deep sleep. She stood in the middle of a sparsely furnished apartment not knowing where she was.

"Down on your knees Bitch. You have been a bad girl. You came all over my fingers and didn't clean them up like you should. You came nicely didn't you though?" She asked.

"Speak to me Sandy. Tell me how nicely I made you come. Say thank you Mistress." 

"Thank you, mistress." Sandy quavered. She couldn't think clearly all she knew was that this was trouble, big trouble. Her legs threatened to give way she was so scared. Over the pounding of her heart were other sensations, naughty sensations that were urging her to give in.

Her rich boyfriend had lectured to her about being kidnapped, what to do and how to behave. 'Do as you're told and try to win them over. Get them to treat you and think of you as a human being and not an object for sale.' He had said.




Brooke Ch. 02



Brooke II: Finding 

Allison entered the bedroom, reached for the buttons of her blouse and whispered, "Cool."

The young woman strutted as if she owned the room. She peeled off her top and short denim skirt, and circled the bed in nothing but a dampened thong. Her blue eyes flashed and her straight brunette hair steamed behind. The lean body dripped sexuality. At that moment Allison did own the room.

Her mind raced. There was so much Allison wanted to do with these women. She would have to tongue her Mother—that engorged clit was too meaty and succulent to ignore. It did not matter one bit that they were related. Allison wanted to glide together, clit-to-clit, until Beth's fat tip slipped inside her.

How would it feel to be screwed by my own Mother? She shivered at the thought.

Then there was Brooke. The young woman wanted to have Brooke take her. A nice strap-on pounding away at Allison as she lapped at some mature pussy would be a perfect finish to the evening. Or, maybe, Beth and Brooke could rub together while Allison had her head between their legs. A front row seat to that action would be fucking hot—and she could lick and suck both their slits at the same time. Allison wondered if she would taste the difference between them.

"Hi, Mom." Her voice sounded breezy. 

"Hello, darling." Beth's face broke into a sly grin. "Would you be a dear and keep this warm for me?"

The girl watched the hand stroke Brooke. Allison grinned back and nodded.

Beth rose from the bed and went for the bathroom. She exhibited all the grace of a swan. Her daughter lay down and kissed the full, soft lips. Brooke sighed and kissed back, swirling her tongue over Allison's. They could hear water running.

"So, this is hot, huh?" Allison asked. "Is she a good lay?" she whispered.

"Mmm hmm," Brooke whimpered. Her eyes closed. The caresses were keeping her very warm, indeed.

"You look so damn hot, baby!" Allison tasted the nearest nipple, all swollen and hard. When she pinched the slippery clit her friend moaned.

"I showed her some booty, to tease her a little," Brooke admitted. "Then she kinda, well, she jumped me, I guess." She opened her eyes and peered into Allison's deep blue gaze. "She even tongued my ass!"

"Really?"

"Oh, yeee-ah," she sighed again. Brooke closed her eyes once more and lay back in complete surrender.

"I liked it, too," Beth said from the doorway. Her eyes sparked. "Now, I have plans for you. Both of you."

Allison and Brooke looked at Beth's stern face, then at each other. Allison smiled.

"Is she still warm?" the woman inquired.

"Smokin' hot." Allison answered. She let her gaze travel the length of Beth's naked body. When she came to the space between Beth's legs and saw the proud nub peeping out from its neat triangle of hair, the daughter's mouth watered. She removed her hand and placed her middle finger onto the tip of her tongue. Allison's eyes never left her Mother's pussy.

"Tell me you two like what you see," Beth commanded them.

"Shit, yeah, Mom—you're hot!"

"Oh, yeees, Ms. Beth," Brooke added in unison.

"Does looking at my body get you wet?"

Allison said, "Yeah." Brooke bobbed her head. Beth felt two pairs of eyes riveted on the flesh between her legs. The wanton stares satisfied her more than their words.

"Good. Thank you, girls. It warms my heart to know that the sight of my body turns both of you on. Of course, I may need to check."

Beth leaned over and kissed Allison full on the mouth. Brooke stared. Mother and daughter tongued and sucked. Wet noises and soft moans intensified the moment.

Beth reached out for Allison. Brooke watched as the woman's sure hand found her daughter's pert breast and cupped it. Beth's forefinger and thumb circled the wrinkling areola and pinched the tiny nipple.

Allison's hand was busy, too. It strummed her Mother's toned tummy until soft fingers slid between slick lips. Beth's liquid heat was painted over her tip. Once thoroughly wet, Allison began stroking the length of Beth's clitoris. The redhead groaned into her daughter's open mouth.

All too soon they broke apart, panting, wanting. Allison turned lust-fogged blue eyes on her friend.

"Don't worry. We won't leave you out, Baby," she said. Allison eased her face between Brooke's strong, wet thighs. The tongue strokes were quite gentle. Brooke quivered, and groaned, "Oh, fuck!"

As Brooke was being eaten, Beth stroked her daughter's ass. Experienced fingers slipped lower and followed the thin cloth trail of the pink thong. She caressed Allison through the soaked fabric, enjoying the dainty pussy.

Allison moaned encouragement, and licked upward from the bottom of Brooke's streaming slit. Allison's tongue curled into her friend. The fluttering tip slithered out and up, digging into the pit of Brooke's hood to swab the throbbing bud. With the clitoris balanced on the spear of Allison's slick tongue, she pursed her lips and surrounded Brooke. Hood and all, the dark flesh disappeared into a hungry embrace.

"Oh, shit!" Brooke felt the suction like a raw heat, and the tongue vibrated and danced over swollen flesh. Beth knew her submissive was close. She pulled on the nearest nipple ring and electricity sparkled in Brooke's body.

"Oooh, shit! Ungh—Gawd!" Brooke imploded. Beth sighed and the edges of her mouth turned up just a bit. Creamy saliva seeped down Brooke's crease and between her bottom cheeks. Allison kept suckling until the over-stimulated girl pushed her away.

Allison smiled at Beth with glistening lips and a proud expression, enjoying her power to produce such an intense and rapid climax. "Wanna taste her on my tongue? You know, to see if she's turned on?"

"Yes, darling," Beth answered. She lay down next to Allison. Two nude bodies, so alike and so different, molded to one another. Mouths met in a lascivious duel of fencing tongues. Brooke lay back to watch.

For the next several minutes Beth enjoyed her daughter. A barrier had fallen away. The redhead realized she had hidden a dormant desire for months, perhaps longer. That need now flared red-hot. Her daughter had blossomed and Beth's desire to take her overpowered any lingering hesitation. Familial constraints lost out to raw sexual need.

Allison's thoughts focused on need as well, but were tinged with curiosity. She had few partners, and they were all young. The stories about being with a mature woman, a woman who knew what she wanted, a woman well versed in sex, exerted a powerful attraction. Now she might discover if it was true. And with Mom, whom she found so beautiful, so hot, so—forbidden.

They took turns nibbling down to each other's chests, suckling and nipping the sweetness of pulsing nipples. The Sapphic display stoked Brooke's smoldering arousal. Her hands played with her piercings, mimicking the caress of tongues and lips on shapely breasts.

Finally, Allison descended. Brooke became fascinated as her lover kissed the length of Beth's tummy. The tongue circled and entered the navel, eliciting giggles and squirms. Without further play, Allison nibbled through the velvety red hair. For the first time she tasted her Mother's sexual essence.

"Oh, shit, Mom. You taste so good."

"Thank you, darling."

"And I, I have to . . . oh, God, Mom!"

"Yes, dea—? Oooh! Oh, my . . . yeees! Just like that!" She sighed as her daughter's ravenous lips surrounded the shiny erection. When Beth felt the tongue stroking, loving, worshipping her, it was almost too much. Her body quivered as she tangled her fingers in Allison's shiny hair.

My darling daughter is licking me—and it's so, so wonderful, so exquisite!

Brooke's eyes went wide as she stared at Allison's face. Her friend's expression was part angel, part devil as she took the thick clitoris into her mouth. Brooke could only imagine how much more intense it had to be for Allison. Lust, fueled by the taboo of eating her Mom! That would be so hot. For just an instant Brooke wished Beth was her Mother, too.

Brooke's right hand stroked herself, duplicating every move of Allison's mouth. The submissive leaned over and began kissing Beth, who responded with a satisfied groan. Brooke's face still bore a musky scent that added to the experience. As Beth nibbled on the girl's full lips, they both sighed.

Beth gasped around the kiss in reaction to the delightful sensations flooding upward from her pelvis. Allison was so expert at pleasuring another woman and it made Beth curiously proud. She hoped to be able to watch her daughter work that same magic between Brooke's dark, full thighs before the night was through.

Brooke's left hand found one of Allison's tiny nipples. She pinched and twisted it until she heard Allison gasp, "Mmm hmmm, mmm hmmm!" Allison shifted her hips. Her slippery labia found Beth's shin and she rubbed her slit against its smooth firmness.

Oh, God! she thought. I've got Mom's clit in my mouth and I'm grinding my pussy on her leg. Shit, this's hot!

Allison tasted ambrosia and sucked hard. It was pure reflex to tug on the yielding morsel. But when the clit slipped from between the girl's wet lips Beth growled in frustration. 

Brooke pulled away from the kiss to see if she had done something wrong, and gasped at what she saw.

Beth had thickened in Allison's mouth and was now almost as big around as Brooke's middle fingertip. It looked so much like a miniature penis. Allison gazed at it for just a moment then slurped up the glistening dome. It stretched lewdly as Allison sucked it back into her mouth. The girl's lips reached Beth's labia and the torrid show continued. Allison's cheeks hollowed and her throat pulsed as she devoured her Mother.

Brooke was dying to taste Beth again, to suck and tongue and swallow her Mistress's nubbin again. To give Ms. Beth the ultimate in pleasure again. She stared at Allison with a mix of lust, jealousy, and admiration. Brooke wanted to lick Beth like that, and she wanted to lick Allison like that, too.

"Brooke, dear." Beth seemed to read the girl's mind. "Do you like watching my daughter eat me?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Very much!"

Allison looked into her friend's dark eyes and released the thick bud. "Mistress?"

"Yes, honey" her Mother answered. "We've reached an understanding. Brooke is now my love slave, to do with as I please. Aren't you, dear?"

Brooke stared into Allison's wide eyes, but replied to Beth. "Yes, Mistress." 

Allison appeared confused for a moment before her wet lips curved into a graceful arc.

"She'll do anything you tell her, Mom?"

"Of course."

Hearing the two women speak as though she was a sex toy to be used for their carnal pleasures made Brooke feel humiliated, excited, dirty and wanton. But she was too aroused to think about it. She needed to feel—not to think. Brooke needed sex.

"Wow," Allison breathed.

"Watch, honey. I'll show you." Beth looked at her submissive. "Brooke, I want you to suck my fat clitty until I cum in your mouth. Only the clit, understand? And make sure I cum hard, too."

"Yes, Ms. Beth. Oh, yeees." The young woman leaned over, her eyes drawn to the proud miniature stalk. It shone with saliva and cum. Allison grasped it with two delicate fingers, as if offering up a treasure. Brooke looked into her friend's smooth face as Beth moaned.

"C'mon, baby," Allison told Brooke in a breathless whisper. "Suck it." Her slim hand rolled the tip and proffered it for her friend. "Hurry! You're killing me. I have to see how it looks when you suck on it!"

Allison's eyes glowed. Brooke leaned closer. Their gaze locked as Brooke's tongue eased out and licked the head of Mistress's button. Beth shuddered and gasped at the touch. The rosy clit protruding from the trimmed carpet of matted copper-colored hair seemed to have taken on a life of its own.

"More!" Beth moaned, desperate to have her pleasure. Allison pulled the hood back to reveal the shaft. Brooke closed her lips around the head but kept her eyes fixed on Allison's. The entire clitoris disappeared into Brooke's mouth.

Time slowed. Beth loved how hot and wet the girl's mouth felt. Brooke loved how the woman's sex twitched and pulsed in her mouth. Allison loved watching as her best friend's clutching lips enveloped Mom's sex.

Allison had to move her fingers. Brooke's mouth eased lower. The base pulsed as Brooke lingered. Allison felt droplets of arousal seeping from between her lips. She squeezed her legs together and trembled in a tiny climax.

Brooke abandoned herself to the joy of giving her Mistress cunnilingus. Or, she wondered, am I giving her head? But in the next instant the details faded. She had a hot, older woman's huge clit in her mouth while the daughter, Brooke's friend and lover, looked on and—did Allison just cum? Shit, that's hot! It was all so incredible, so much more than she could have hoped for.

Brooke began to suck and lick with vigor. She slurped up and down the length and in just a few steamy minutes Beth climaxed. Juices flowed from her like magma and she cried and whimpered in fulfillment. Manicured toes curled and sculpted breasts heaved in rhythm to her body's release.

Allison pulled a leg out of her way and lapped at her Mother's soaked and convulsing pussy. Brooke's mouth worked the length of the throbbing clit. Beth's hands pressed the girls' glistening faces into her. Most women would have grown too sensitive or needed a respite. Beth only wanted more.

"That . . . was . . . good . . . Brooke," she panted. She had become aware of Allison's sweet mouth on her, too. "But now I . . . want both . . . of you . . . to suck . . . my pussy." Beth's voice hardened an iota. Still gasping, she said, "But turn around . . . first so that . . . your sweet cunts . . . are right in . . . my face, girls"

The young women repositioned as ordered. Allison pulled at her tiny thong. It moved down her legs, rolled onto itself and got stuck. Beth finished the task with a loud rip. It stung the girl's skin. In Allison's aroused state the pain felt good, nasty. Erotic.

The redhead stared lustily at each one in turn. Her beautiful daughter's slim hips framed a toned ass. Between her parted legs a tiny strip of thin, light brown hair accentuated the beauty of Allison's drooling slit. Beth longed to taste it, to find out how responsive Allison would be to an educated tonguing.

Brooke's lush figure with wide hips, succulent bottom and smooth pussy made Beth salivate, too. The dark pouting lips and meaty clit, all glistening with cum, were easily visible. The older woman could not wait much longer. Then the girls' mouths touched her and Beth gasped in satisfaction. She closed her eyes and her head lolled back into the pillows.

"Oh, God, girls, that's perfect!" she groaned. Between her legs, the two young lovers waged a battle that sandwiched the pulsing bud between them. They shared a sloppy kiss around their prize then worked it over with tongues and lips. They took turns sucking her clit as they drove Beth headlong towards another crushing explosion.

Red hair flew as her head thrashed back-and-forth. For a few moments the two girls pushed Beth right to the brink. Allison sucked on the tip and swirled her tongue around in tight, flashing circles. Brooke licked and fluttered her tongue into the fleshy hood before reaching lower. She slid along the smooth cleft and into Beth's dripping pussy.

Eyes on fire, Beth stopped caressing the girls. Her hands moved from the two flexing bottoms to the pretty, splayed labia. Long fingers eased in and both girls gasped in unison. Allison's hips pumped and pushed back onto the digits until they seated firmly inside her. Brooke shuddered, jerked and clutched at the invaders. Brooke moaned into her Mistress's vulva as her cream ran down Beth's arm.

But Beth was not finished. She pumped at her lovers—two fingers in Allison and three in Brooke. Her thumbs diddled their hardened nubs. Mature fingertips pressed into the rougher pads of each girl's g-spot, and her long nails scratched a bit at them. But both girls welcomed the pleasure-pain. Their gasps and groans thrummed in Beth's responsive sex.

"Mmmm, girls, that feels wonderful."

Brooke mumbled a quick, "Thank you Mistress," before she stole the fat clit from Allison. Allison made up for it by assaulting Brooke's mouth, trapping Beth's appendage between them once more. Beth already adored having these two for her own. The thought made her smile to herself.

The redhead could tell that her girls were rapidly approaching their peaks. She wanted them to cum hard. Beth's kept thrusting, kept stroking their tips, kept brushing their g-spots. 

Allison tore her mouth free and cried, "Damn, Mom! I'm . . . going . . . to . . . . Ooohshiiit!"

She climaxed on her Mother's hand. Allison rode the wave of pleasure across its broad crest. She ebbed down a small trough and rose into another toe-curling orgasm. Random gasps made it difficult for her to catch her breath. 

Brooke was overloaded with stimulation. She had filled her mouth with the most incredible bit of womanhood she ever tasted. Her best friend erupted in orgasm right beside her. It was more than she could stand. Brooke squealed around her mouthful, and her heavy thighs crushed down hard on Beth's hand. Several pulses seeped from the girl's turgid pussy.

The noise caused Allison's blue eyes to flash open. She fixed her friend with a lust-glazed stare. But Brooke was locked in her own cum as she sucked on Beth's long clitoris. Allison shoved her face into her Mother's cleft and sucked hard on the slick skin. One fat lip slid into her mouth. The flavor and scent propelled the girl deeper into fulfillment. Fluid ran from her pussy, too, and down Beth's other arm.

"That's it!" she praised them. "That's how I want my girls to cum for me! And keep sucking my cunt and clit, too, girls. It will . . . ohhh . . . make your . . . ahhh . . . own cu— Oooh . . . oooh . . . Ooohfuuuck!" Beth forgot her manners as she achieved her own moment.

Two creamy pussies pulsed in her hands. Two ravenous mouths devoured her. Beth's nipples had grown so hard she thought they might burst. She felt the erect tip of her daughter's breast in one side while Brooke's fat, pierced nipples pressed into the other. It was everything she desired.

Allison caught the brunt of her Mother's climax. The woman's body tensed and gushes burst from her depths. Beth coated her daughter's face and soaked the light brown hair. Allison's surprise faded and she struggled to catch as much as she could. The continued thrusting of Mother's fingers made Allison orgasm yet again.

Brooke had not been on the sexual roller coaster ride with Allison. Instead, her hard cum just kept intensifying. Her body shuddered and her broad hips humped back-and-forth in an effort to extract every ounce of pleasure. She somehow kept Beth's clit firmly in her mouth. It throbbed and pulsed against her tongue, just like a tiny cock in the throes of climax. Brooke half expected the swollen tip to spurt, too.

Slowly, raggedly, the trio melted into a puddle of sweaty limbs and shivering bodies. The room hung heavy with female musk. The music of sighs and groans played in their ears. Allison opened her eyes and saw Brooke's dreamy smile. She leaned over and kissed her friend, sharing the taste of Beth between them. 

Beth watched them kiss. The sight of lips and tongues exploring each other's mouths, their faces poised just above Beth's coppery triangle and visible clitoris, was so erotic. The fact that they were both still flushed and breathing deeply made it even better. This was the paragon of erotic expression. Beth's need reawakened.




Brooke Ch. 02



"That's lovely, girls," she murmured. "You two are so very beautiful."

"Thanks, Mom," Allison smiled. She grabbed the back of her friend's head and devoured Brooke's lips again. Brooke reached across Beth's stomach to caress Allison, but her Mistress caught the wandering hand and diverted it. Brooke stroked and fingered Beth to a small climax.

"Mmmm," she sighed. "You girls are so good at this. Now, here's what I want to do with you next."

Under Beth's direction Allison lay back in a semi-recline. Her svelte body glowed with vibrant energy.

"Now, darling," Beth told her daughter, "We're going to use soft ties to help you remain in position." As Beth reached for Allison's slim wrist the girl shied. The reaction surprised everyone.

"Brooke?" Beth said.

Brooke understood. "It's okay, Ali. Really." She moved to the bed and sat beside her friend. Brooke bent to Allison and kissed her. A gentle hand stroked Allison's silky hair and played with the dampened strands. Brooke pulled away and said, "It's really good. You'll like it!"

"Did you? Really?" Allison's eyes held a trace of ambivalence.

"Mmm hmmm! God, it was sooo hot!" her friend whispered. The obvious enthusiasm was compelling.

"Promise?" 

Brooke nodded.

"Darling, if you're a little unsure," Beth offered, "then all you have to say is one word. It's called a 'safe word'. Using it means everything—I mean everything—stops right then. Okay?"

"Okay."

"What word should we use, Mistress?"

"Well," she smiled. "It should be a word that we wouldn't naturally use while we're making love. Something distinct and simple. How about, 'scrotum'?"

Brooke snickered and nodded. Allison giggled before answering, "Okay." She took a deep breath and announced, "I'm ready."

The redhead felt a smile of satisfaction tug at her swollen lips. "Good!" This time her daughter held out both wrists. The silk scarf bound them in a snug embrace and the free end was secured to the headboard. Brooke and Allison kissed while Beth tied each ankle to opposite sides of the bed's footboard.

Brooke nibbled and explored the smooth skin. Allison, immobilized, sighed under her friend's soft lips and warm tongue. Beth enjoyed watching the sensual exchange.

The girl swept across Allison's body like a gentle breeze. Under Beth's hungry eyes, Brooke kissed down Allison's slim neck to the modest breasts. Tiny areolas and proud nipples glowed pink. They were suckled and licked until Allison sighed and closed her eyes to the sensations.

Beth let her gaze travel to her daughter's tummy. It curved in at her ribs and ran past tiny hips. Allison's figure accentuated the mound of her vulva. Beth was torn between wanting to taste it for herself, and wanting to watch Brooke's mouth nibbling it.

She reached out and parted the soft labia. Allison moaned when Beth's fingers strummed and explored. The older woman trembled, struggling to control her emotions.

"Brooke, it's time for you to remind Allison how good your mouth feels."

"Mmm, yes, Mistress Beth." The full lips raced across the remaining skin and lodged between trembling thighs. Beth adored the way Brooke's cheeks went hollow and her jaw flexed. Even more than that, she relished the response it caused in her darling Allison.

"Oooh, God! Ungh . . . ungh . . . huh! Oh . . . Mommy. I need you!"

"I'm here, honey." Beth went to Allison's side and kissed her lips. One hand played with Allison's damp breasts. Their tongues and lips swiped at one another until Beth's desire screamed in her mind.

She bent and sipped Allison's nipples. Beth remembered breastfeeding her daughter. Now the roles were reversed as her stiff tongue savored the exquisite texture. Allison moaned, sighed and panted at the attention her body received from the pair of loving mouths.

Beth's arousal became a rivulet between her legs, and she decided it was time to move the girls along. Still, it took an effort to end the sexy show. Allison's small areola slid from between warm lips and the girl whimpered.

"It's all right, darling. We are going to make you feel so good," she promised. "Now, Brooke, dear, I have something I want you to wear. For Allison."

"Oh, yes, Ms. Beth!"

Allison sighed, eyes closed.

"Good. Brooke, come here, dear."

Beth helped the girl don a harness then chose a dildo with a nice, thick shaft. A smaller arm angled outward from its base. The toy snapped onto the harness and hung from Brooke's full hips. 

Beth rotated the shaft so the arm pointed at the floor then guided Brooke. The girl positioned herself between Allison's spread thighs. Mother and daughter exchanged a look. Beth smiled at Allison's wide eyes.

"Relax, honey. I promise you will love this."

"Okay." The last vestige of the young woman's ambivalence evaporated. "I'm ready."

Beth reached out and parted her daughter's sex. The dripping petals, the undulating tummy, the rapid breathing, and the inflamed nipples proclaimed that Allison was indeed ready.

The redhead gripped the shaft and stroked the fat tip in Allison's juices. Her daughter's breathing sounded harsh in the quiet bedroom. Mistress Beth nestled the tip and gave Brooke a gentle push. Her hips moved forward. The phallus slid in and both girls gasped.

"Oooh, my, that's good," Allison told them both. Her head bent forward as she stared at the intruder sliding into her.

"Now go deeper, Brooke, until you have that fat cock all the way inside her dripping little cunny."

"Yeees," Brooke groaned. She arched her back. The girls' bodies remained visible. Beth reveled in the contrast as she watched her Allison being taken.

As the stretched folds gripped the smooth plastic, Allison's expression dissolved from anticipation to fulfillment. She pumped her hips a few times. More of the toy disappeared with each stroke, until another slow-motion thrust reached her cervix. Brooke pulled back and Beth saw her daughter's arousal shining on the dildo.

"Isn't she beautiful, dear?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Do you like filling her?" Beth asked. Allison moaned as the tip rubbed her g spot on its journey to her center. They all saw the bulge move in the girl's tummy as the fat head slid into her welcoming grip.

"Oh, yes, Mistress! I love it."

"Good, dear. Just make sure you do a good job on her little pussy. And don't forget her sweet ass, either."

"Her ass, Mistress? Is that what the little cock is for?"

"That's right, dear." Allison moaned again, this time as the textured branch tickled her rosette. She tilted her hips and her bottom tightened. Her head sank backward as she thrust against her friend's pelvis. The bound girl became completely filled. They watched Allison's nipples harden anew as she got used to the novel sensations.

Mistress Beth bent to Brooke's chest and gave each of her nipples wet attention. With one hand she steadied herself against the side of the bed. The other sought her daughter's petit nipples. She pinched them, stopping just short of the pain threshold. Allison whimpered. The girl loved it, loved that her entire body was on fire, inside and out.

Beth ramped up the intensity. She reached between Brooke's muscular thighs and flipped a tiny switch. Both girls gasped as their pussies tingled with a strong, pulsating vibration. Allison felt the strong vibration deep in her bottom as well. She growled in an immediate orgasm.

"God, such a gorgeous sight; young ladies making love. And when they explode in cums that hard and deep, mmm!" Beth's voice was thick with pride as her daughter shook through the powerful climax. Toes curled, goose bumps covered Allison's chest.

Brooke grew aware of her own pussy's burning needs. The padded base of the dildo thrummed into her spreading wetness. She pushed against her friend's crotch. Brooke teetered on the brink. Seeing her friend in such a state of arousal, and feeling her climax, set Brooke's mind afire.

The toy's head reach a tiny bit deeper and Allison felt its tremor. The smaller probe flickered at her anus. She tensed in the restraints and leapt into another quaking cum, screaming in release. 

"Oh, my. You should use your indoor voice, darling. The neighbors might hear." Beth grinned. Her daughter convulsed and writhed, grunted and gasped, as though she had not understood.

"Well, this simply won't do!" Beth sighed in mock severity. She swung her leg on the bed, straddled her daughter and nestled a dripping, copper-haired pussy on Allison's mouth. The girl's sweat and her mother's honey mixed together. Beth's soaked labia muffled further cries. Allison channeled her frenzied sexual energy into cunnilingus.

"Mmmph! Mmmm! Mmm hmmm! Mmm hmmm!" Allison moaned into Beth's juicy lips. The girl's pussy and ass burned as Brooke brought her to a new level of pleasure. Her Mom's vagina ground into her mouth. Her tiny nipples were being pinched and pulled. Her best friend pounded her in powerful, repetitive thrusts. Allison knew what sexual heaven felt like.

Brooke's pelvis shuddered. Everything had grown so wet. Her eyes stared at Beth's rolling pussy. Allison's face was buried in the steamy folds and Brooke saw her Mistress begin to pulse. The long clit slid back and forth on Allison's smooth chin then abruptly disappeared into the pretty mouth. Beth curled forward and her nipples wrinkled.

"Oooh, ooh-my-Gawd!"

Beth came. Trickles ran down each side of the girl's jaw and along her throat. Brooke pushed her face between two mature breasts. Her tongue prodded the cleavage before slurping a stiffened nipple. Beth screamed and tweaked Brooke's nipple rings.

"Oooh, Gawd, Mistress!" she cried. Her voice was muffled in Beth's chest. Brooke's mind burst like fireworks as she fucked her best friend. Allison ate her mother's pussy. Brooke sucked her Mistress' two beautiful tits while her own received delightful attention. Beth continued to climax, coating Allison lips and face. This was the nastiest, hottest sex Brooke had ever enjoyed. She reached the tipping point and tumbled into another orgasm.

For minutes three women peaked together. Beth slowed first and drew away from the girls' mouths. Her fingers caressed Brooke's pierced nipples until the girl gasped again. "Ungh! God! Oooh . . . oooh . . . oooh! Mistress!" The vibrations between the shiny thighs quaked deep within Brooke's rounded tummy, blending with the sweet sting of pleasure from the nipple play.

Beth's satisfaction escalated when fiery hot liquid splashed from Brooke's pussy. Honey sprayed around the harness and Brooke cried out in pleasure.

When Allison felt the heat drench her skin she pumped into Brooke's lush hips. The fat shaft vibrated Allison's g spot and her cervix. The slim arch pulsed within the cleft of her ass. The ties at wrists and ankles strained. Allison's throaty cries harmonized with Brooke's.

The orgasmic melody thrilled Beth. Delicious scents hung heavily in the air. Brooke leaned forward. Her full curves flattened against Allison's slim figure. Allison's pale skin contrasted with Brooke's rich skin tones. The couple kissed as Beth looked on with pride.

The sight was a powerfully aphrodisiac. The breathing, soft moans and the muffled hum of the vibrator were the only sounds. Tongues tasted one another and nerve endings danced with electricity.

They slowly disengaged themselves. The dildo slipped from Allison and she shuddered. When its tip left her gaping pussy, Allison curled forward. 

"Oh, God, I feel so empty," she lamented. Aftershocks possessed her.

Beth could not have been more pleased. She smiled at Brooke and bent to taste the dark, thick nipples. Her hands moved lower and shut off the vibrator. She snapped it from the harness and slipped it into her mouth. Allison's taste had mixed with Brooke's. Beth adored the cocktail, closed her eyes as she deep throated the shaft and moaned. Brooke stared in rapt admiration.

After she satisfied her hunger, Beth undid the harness and removed it from her slave with exaggerated tenderness. Beth swabbed her fat tongue across Brooke's pussy and clit. The girl shivered, a dreamy little smile on her full lips.

"Brooke, I want you to lie down next to Allison, but so your hips are near her head." She complied. "Good. Now relax, dear."

Without preamble or foreplay, Beth lowered her face to Brooke's steamy pussy. She watched her daughter, and gave Brooke dripping slit a slow lick from bottom to top. Beth's glistening tongue probed the dark clit and danced in its hood. Brooke whimpered. Allison sighed. Beth smiled.

"Isn't that such a lovely sight, Allison?"

"Oh, shit!" she whispered. The intensity of her voice told Beth what she wanted to know.

"She loves having her pussy licked. But you already knew that, right?"

"Shit, Mom, please eat her out so I can watch. Please! I want to see her cum in your mouth."

"All right, honey." Beth made love to Brooke for several minutes. The girl's breathing grew more labored. But Mistress Beth took her time and built the excitement very slowly. Her caresses were soft and languid, a perfect contrast to the hot, intense sex they shared earlier.

"Brooke, dear, you should give your lovely breasts some attention, too."

"Oh, yeees, thank you, Ms. Beth," she sighed. Her fingertips pulled and played with the rings and succulent nipples. Her body responded.

"Mmm, she's getting very wet, now, darling." Beth dipped her tongue into Brooke's depths and showed it to her daughter for emphasis.

"Oh, fuck. Can I taste her? Please, Mom!"

"Oh, but darling, how will you reach?" The icy blue eyes sparkled with mischief. "I know."

Beth's tongue scooped into Brooke's honey. She leaned toward her daughter and kissed her. Allison groaned when she tasted her friend's juices on Mom's tongue. They kissed until Brooke complained.

"Mmmm, darling, I simply must take care of dear Brooke." Beth smiled to her daughter before she turned her attention to the parted lips and swollen tip. Her touch was soft, gentle and slow. Brooke sighed as she lay back and let Mistress do as she pleased.

Allison watched in envy as her beautiful Mother dined on Brooke. Each time Beth's mouth reached to the fleshy hooded bud, Allison trembled like a leaf in the wind. It was one thing to be licking Brooke. But it was another thing entirely to watch close up as her Mother made such a lewd and sexy show of licking Brooke.

"God, Mommy, you two look so fucking pretty!"

"Mmmm," Beth sighed. "Thank you, honey. She seems to like it when I do this." The tip of a long tongue circled and fluttered at a raw, naked clit. Brooke moaned. "Do you like watching me tickle her like that, Ali?"

"Shit, yeah! Please keep eating her. Please!"

"Hmmm, maybe we should change things up a bit."

"Oh, no, please, Mistress Beth!" Brooke's voice cracked with frustrated desire.

"Oh, now dear, I know you need to finish. But I just thought we could do something a little different."

"Oh, please. Anything!" Brooke pleaded. "Just hurry, Mistress."

"Jeez, Mom, you can't leave her like this."

"I know, darling. I have no intention of leaving either of you in need. You both just have to be a little patient."

Brooke whimpered, but kept quiet. Allison nodded.

"Brooke, dear, I bet you and Allison have rubbed yourselves together, haven't you?"

"Yeees, Mistress."

"Did it feel good?"

"Oh, God, it was so good, Mistress Beth!"

"Ali?"

"Oh, yeah. I think I came, like, three times, once."

Beth's eyebrows rose. "So you two have done this more than once?"

Her daughter nodded as Brooke answered, "Yes, Ms. Beth."

"Good. Brooke, I want you to put your lovely hips between Allison's. You'll need to 'scissor' your legs with hers. That's it. This is called, 'tribadism.' I want you two to rub yourselves together until I tell you to stop."

Brooke exclaimed in a rush, "We've 'tribed' before, Ms. Beth!" She shifted and moved in a blur.

"Slowly, little one, I want you to go slowly and enjoy it. Really feel every sensation, every nuance. Can you do that?"

"Oooh, I'll try, Mistress." Brooke's eyes were already staring into her friend's crotch. She fought her need and slowed her movements. But she could not slow her thudding heartbeat as she slid herself over Allison.

"And it's call, 'tribbing.' Not 'tribing,' dear. Technically it involves rubbing one's pussy against any part of the partner, but my personal favorite is slow pussy-to-pussy tribbing." Beth's explanation seemed lost on the girls.

"Oooh, shit, Brooke, just like that!" Allison tried to watch, but the feel of Brooke's slick lips on hers, the tingle of Brooke's clit in Allison's slit, was too much. Her eyes lidded shut and her head sank back into the pillows. She felt hands on her breasts but could not tell whose hands. When her nipples hardened under the soft fingertips, she did not care. Allison was quickly losing herself in pleasure. This was much less frenzied, much softer. She thought of herself as a pixie floating on a leaf, being carried away by a gentle stream.

All I need is something in my mouth and this'll be perfect.

Beth adored the sight of her daughter surrendering to such sensations. As she stroked and played with the pink, hot tips she leaned forward and offered Allison a full breast. Beth smiled as the girl suckled and sipped at its erect nipple.

She gazed at the junction of the girls' slippery joining and was again struck by the eroticism of contrast. Brooke's deep color and smooth, fleshy cunny slid across the pale, glistening skin of Allison. The tiny strip of light brown hair above Allison's pussy ran with their nectar. Their lips would sometimes fold or flare as the young women humped at one another. Brooke's thick clit glided over Allison's coy tip they both shuddered. Beth thought Brooke quivered in a small climax but the full hips kept up their languid rhythm.

Allison was switching back and forth between Beth's hard nipples. Brooke's soaked labia slithered across her pussy while her mother's fingers tugged and played with her nipples. Allison coasted into a long, broad orgasm. She began to shake, and gasped, "Oh, shit, I'm cuh . . . uh . . . uhm . . . ming!"

"That's it, darling," Beth told her. "You cum for us."

"Mistress?"

"You, too, dear?" she asked Brooke. The girl nodded; her eyes begged.

"Why, of course, dear girl. Cum in my daughter's beautiful cunny!"

Beth smiled as the girls lost themselves in delicious release. She stared between their legs and saw a few small spurts of cream pass between them. "Oh, my, such good girls. Did you both squirt for me?"

Allison breathed a short, "Mmm hmmm," before sipping one of Beth's nipples back into her mouth. Brooke mumbled, "Oooh, yeees," as her body curled forward and her areolas wrinkled. She collapsed in slow motion to lie next to her friend.

"Now, dears, there's one more thing I need." Beth arranged her hips between Allison's thighs and stroked up and down. When Allison felt the wet heat of Beth's lips, and the stiff nub of her erection on her dripping slit, she shivered.

Oh, God, she thought. My Mom's clit is in my—oh shit, she's fucking me with it!

Beth rubbed into the girl's wet center and her tip slid up to bump into Allison's clit. Beth slid lower until her tip slipped in between Ali's pussy. She held herself there and rotated her hips so every inch of her daughter's opening received a thorough rubbing.

Allison's pussy burned. She thought this was afterglow sex, but she needed to cum right now. She tilted her hips and thrust down. Allison felt her clit on Beth's. One final push and her body convulsed.

"Oh, fuck, Mommy! Oooh!"

Allison's cum flooded them and tripped Beth's orgasm. Her back arched and she pressed even tighter against Allison. The harsh contact intensified the moment, especially when Allison felt the rhythmic pulses of Mother's full tip inside her. 




Brooke Ch. 02



Beth took a few moments to regain her composure. When she caught her breath, the kiss she gave her daughter was very intimate. She began untying the silks, and gave her submissive a commanding look. Brooke lay next to Allison, smoothed the girl's hair and stroked her damp cheek. They shared soft kisses while Beth finished with the ties.

"One last thing, girls. Brooke, turn around so your hips are close to Allison's head. Good." Beth lay down with Brooke. Her hands grabbed the girl by the back of her head and Beth began licking her face. She pressed her trim hips to Brooke's full ones and used her legs to splay the heavy thighs apart. Soon, Brooke was enjoying Beth's stiffened member on her smooth pussy.

Allison could see between their legs. The flexing ass muscles and the limpid sounds of pussy lips was too much. She laid her head on one of Brooke's legs. Allison had a perfect view of her Mother screwing her best friend.

It felt like a trance, but Allison could not stop. She did not want to stop. She wanted to lean in and taste the women as they ground themselves together. Her tongue swiped across their joined sweetness. She tasted inside Brooke, slid out, and swirled around her Mother's huge clit. The contact made Beth's hips jerked forward into Brooke's, a sudden movement that let Allison lick the tight rosette.

"Oh, yeees!" Beth cried. In a flash, her daughter stiffened her tongue. It inched into Beth. Allison grasped her Mother's hips pressed her face tight into the cleft.

Beth attacked Brooke's mouth. Her nipples dug into the full breast and pierced rings of the girl's dark areolas. She fucked Brooke as the tongue played in her ass. When Beth ran her clit into Brooke's, the woman whimpered.

Beth's cum was broad, hard and long.

Brooke held onto her Mistress and kept thrusting. Her nipples tingled and her pussy clenched. She was about to ask for permission when the voice caught in her throat. Two of Allison's fingers shoved deep and punished her g spot. In that instant Brooke knew it was too late to do anything but join Beth in orgasmic joy.

It took several minutes for them to stop gasping and panting. Allison turned around and lay with them. Their heads were at the foot of the bed with the girls on either side of the woman. 

Soft caresses went freely between them. They kissed as the mood struck them. Beth's hands played with the girls' bottoms. Occasionally her fingers tickled within the dark creases and they would sigh. At times, young fingertips traced a nipple or caressed parted labia. The delightful play in the afterglow soothed sore skin.

"What do we do next, Mistress?"

"Well, dear, I think we should all go shopping for some pretty under things. Then we'll come back here and fix a nice dinner. I want you two to keep up your strength, you know?"

"Then what, Mom?"

"Why, then we can have a fashion show. And maybe we can all make love again. How does that sound, girls?"

Brooke and Allison smiled at each other across the swell of Beth's breasts. "Sound's great, Mom!"

"There's so much else we can do, too."

"Like what?

"Yes, Ms. Beth. Tell us. Please."

"Well, no one's engaged in soixante-neuf, yet—"

"What?"

"Sixty-nine," Allison chirped.

"I'm glad you're keeping up with your French, darling." Beth smiled and her hands caressed the girls' hips. "Or a 'daisy chain'. And I'd like to have you two kissing while I got behind and thrust into your pussies."

"You'd switch between us one-at-a-time?" Allison asked to clarify.

"No, darling," Beth told her. "I'd use a double-dildo so I could take you both at the same time."

"Shit!" Brooke whispered in awe.

"God, I'm getting wet again, Mom!"

"Yes, Mistress, it all sounds fucking great!"

"Oh! Such language, dear. What will we do about that?" Beth asked in a playful tone.

"I'm sure we can think of something appropriate, Mom."

"Oh, yes. In fact, I can think of so many delicious things we could do together. Brooke, you had better plan on staying over for the entire weekend. Do I need to call your mother?"

"No, Mistress. I'll call her."

"Good, dear. Tell her I insist."

"Okay. Uh, I mean, 'yes, Ma'am'."

"Wonderful. So, whose hungry?"

"I could eat," Allison admitted. Her hand slipped past the trim red hair and found the slick smoothness she desired. "Or, I could eat." One of her slender fingers eased past Mother's labia and massaged the swollen inner walls. Beth moaned.

"What do you think, Brooke? Would you like some nice pasta, or do you prefer more sex?"

"It all sounds so yummy. Buuut," she hesitated.

"'But,' what, dear?"

"Well I am hungry. But first, well—" In a rush, Brooke continued, "First, could I be tied up again while you eat my pussy? Maybe Ali could sit on my face, or, or—I know—she could get behind you with a strap-on? Do you doggie while you eat me out?"

"Hmm, what do you think, Ali?"

"Yeah." She sounded a little puzzled. "But, I have a question."

"Yes, darling?"

"Well, I've been, um, kinda curious before, about, um—"

"You wonder where I hide my little playthings?"

"Yeah—"

"Because you've looked for them before."

Allison blushed. "Yeah."

"Well, I hid them in the box under the bed marked, 'taxes.' I only put them in the nightstand when I'm planning on having sex." Beth let that tidbit sink in for a few seconds.

"Oh, 'kay. Wait." Allison thought as two fingers slipped in and out of Beth. Brooke kissed Beth's shoulder.

"So, you were planning on having sex this afternoon?"

"Yes, darling. After Brooke's naughty voice mail—"

"What?"

"Mistress?"

"Oh, girls, I've known about you two being lovers for a while now. Brooke left a sexy message, but you were out. So I thought I'd take care of dear Brooke myself."

"But—but, did you think we'd . . . um, you-and-me, we'd—"

"Become lovers, too?"

"Um, yeah."

Beth chuckled. "Not necessarily. But, honestly, I thought it would be okay if it happened. And if not, I thought it might be fun to teach Brooke a lesson." Beth stroked Allison's bottom, and pinched Brooke's at the same time.

"But, girls, you have to admit that this was wonderful, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress." Brooke's attitude was pragmatic. The product of so many stupendous orgasms made her quite malleable.

After a moment, Allison answered, "Yeah, I guess it was pretty amazing!"

"Good, dear." Beth gave her daughter's rosebud a delicate fingering.

"Oooh," Allison whimpered. She registered the fluid heat at her Mom's center. The brunette rubbed herself against Beth's leg, painting the flesh with a warm smear.

"So, more sex then? Brooke, dear, would that make you happy." Beth squeezed Brooke's rounded bottom for emphasis.

Brooke's full lips curved into a radiant bow. "It would make me very happy, Mistress. Especially if it pleases you. Would that please you, Ms. Beth?"

The redhead thought about the submissive on her back, tied at wrists and ankles. She thought about burying her face in the girl's ample pussy. She thought about being taken from behind while she licked Brooke. She thought about Allison's slow thrusts with a fat strap-on deep into Beth's core. She thought about all the wonderful orgasms to be provided by her two sex-slaves—who seemed nearly as insatiable as she.

Beth smiled.



Brooke Ch. 02



© fntsymn

This is one of a series of short stories about Brooke, a Literotica reader who asked me to write some stories about her. She provides some of the facts of the story and the rest is my imagination let loose. I hope you enjoy the stories. And thank you Brooke, love you. 

*

Brooke was walking down the street causing her usual commotion. She was wearing a white almost see through blouse, her erect dark nipples poking through the material and a pair of tight stretch thin pants that outlined her vulva perfectly. Heads turned as she passed people on the street to stare at her. Her excitement grew as she continued walking toward the auto dealer. She wondered if her wetness had already stained the crotch of her pants because she wore nothing underneath them.

She had been planning to buy a car, and she a friend who worked at a dealer who had offered to give her a good discount.

She walked into the dealer's floor and again every head in the place turned to look at her. Marcia, the girl she had met, walked up to greet her. Brooke looked at several models and she even got behind the wheel of a couple of the most luxurious ones. Finally she chose a medium priced bright red compact and Marcia told her they should go on a test drive.

Once in the street, Marcia said, "This is a nice model, and I'm glad you chose the leather interiors, they feel so good on your naked skin." And she lifted the underside of her skirt to demonstrate it. Brooke got a glimpse of Marcia's neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair before she let her skirt fall back on her legs.

"Oh, I wish I had worn a skirt." Brooke said.

"Pull down your tights so you can feel the leather on your ass." Marcia ordered in a firm voice.

Brooke turned to look at Marcia, the tone of her voice made her pull over to the curb and obey her without complaining. She lifted her perfectly rounded ass from the seat and peeled her tights to mid thigh exposing her protruding mons to Marcia and then lowered her ass, feeling the cool leather sticking to her ass. As she drove on, Marcia reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse.

"What are you..." Brooke began to protest.

"Shut up!" Marcia ordered, "You just shut the fuck up, I want to see your tits."

Marcia finished undoing the buttons and opened Brooke's blouse exposing her full 36C tits. Brooke was driving with the window open and the air felt good on her tits, making her nipples harder. Then Marcia took one of her nipples between her fingers and twisted it and pulled it hard, making Brooke gasp at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure.

They had reached a red light and Marcia kept pinching her nipples. Brooke turned around and noticed a woman in the car next to hers staring unbelievingly at her. Brooke smiled at the woman and cupped her other breast, playing with the nipple with her thumbnail. The woman stared at her open mouthed until the cars behind them began honking impatiently. Brooke looked up and saw the light had turned to green so she accelerated.

Marcia instructed her to get on the freeway and lowering her fingers to her wet cunt she said, "You bitch, so you like to show your tits!"

Brooke moaned as Marcia slid a finger between her outer lips and slid into her cunt, "Oh, stop it, you're going to make me cum."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? But not now, take the next exit; you're going to have your nipples pierced." Once more her tone of voice left no room for protest."

"What!" Brooke exclaimed.

"Shut up you bitch, just do as you're told." Marcia ordered, "You see, my brother just got out of jail and he's got a job at a tattoo parlor and I want to help him, besides I'm going to give you a good discount and maybe a 0% interest rate, but you might have to do something for the manager."

"What?"

"I don't know," Marcia said impatiently, "now just drive."

Marcia directed Brooke to a small place downtown. After parking at the curb, Brooke pulled her tights up but Marcia told her not to button her blouse. They had to walk half a block to the tattoo shop and Brooks blouse opened as she walked exposing one breast and then the other. There were several people walking in the opposite direction who got a good view of her tits and hard nipples.

Inside the shop there was a guy in his twenties being tattooed on his chest by another man. Marcia walked up to the counter and greeted the guy behind it, "Hi, I brought my friend Brooke who wants her nipples pierced," and turning to Brooke she added, "Take off your shirt, bitch!"

Brooke obeyed and the eyes of the three men went straight to her tits. Jack asked her to pick the studs she liked and then had her laydown on a padded bench. He applied a local anesthetic to her nipples taking his time to rub it in, and then he began squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples to make them harder. A bolt of pain shook Brooke as Marcia's brother pierced her nipple with a long needle. Brooke let out a scream and when she looked up she found that the guy had taken out his cock and it was inches from her face.

"Suck it," Marcia ordered her and then she pulled down Brooke tights and began rubbing her thighs and belly.

Brooke twisted her head to see the other guys, they were staring at her. Marcia's brother pushed his cock against her lips forcing it inside her mouth. Brooke just lay there as the guy fucked her mouth, pumping his cock in and out of it, pushing it further with each stroke until it reached the entrance to her throat. At the same time that her brother shoved his cock past Brooke's throat, Marcia stuck two fingers up her cunt. Brook gagged and the guy had to pull back.

"Make him cum in your mouth." Marcia told her.

Brooke reached up and began pumping the guy's shaft with her hand while she sucked the head of his prick. Marcia was finger fucking her hard with one hand while she pinched her clit with the other. Brooke was about to cum when Marcia's brother pulled on her other nipple and pierced it with the needle. Brooke's scream of pain was muffled by the guy's cock in her mouth and a few seconds later he began to spurt his semen into her mouth and face.

"Swallow it, swallow it all you bitch." Marcia said slapping Brookes clit with one hand and pressing her thumb against her asshole. Brooke could hold it no longer and let out a long scream as she exploded.

When they left the shop Brooke didn't even try to button her shirt; actually she wanted to take it off, the anesthetic was beginning to wear off and the mere contact of the fabric against her swollen nipples sent bolts of pain through her body. Once in the car Marcia told Brooke to take off her thighs and directed her to drive to the mall. Brooke's pussy began to get wet again with the excitement of driving around almost naked.

When they parked in the underground garage, Marcia pulled Brooke's head to her and kissed her full on the mouth. Marcia slid her tongue deep into Brooke's mouth and as the kiss got more passionate, Brooke suddenly let out a scream of pain when Marcia put her hand on her breast and squeezed it. Her nipple felt on fire but the pain only served to make Brooke hotter. She reached out and put her hand on Marcia's breast, feeling her nipple hardening under her palm. Marcia then lowered her hand and found Brooke's pussy.

Marcia's fingers moved around Brooke's core, brushing her clit, parting her labia and finally going into her vagina. Marcia bent forward and sucked one of Brooke's sore nipples into her mouth. Brooke yelped in pain again but she was getting ready to cum. Marcia sensed this and with three fingers now inserted into Brooke's cunt she finger fucked her faster until she was rewarded by the flow of Brooke's cum drenching her fingers.

Brook had spread her legs as much as she could, and as her thighs shook as a powerful orgasm overtook her Marcia began to slap her clit. Brooke continued cumming, gasping and moaning as waves of pleasure shot through her body from her genitals mixed with waves of pain from her nipples. 

When Brooke regained her composure, Marcia told her to drive around some more while she masturbated, as soon as they left the parking lot, Marcia lifted her skirt and began to finger her cunt. A few blocks later she came and then stuck her fingers, drenched with her juices into Brooke's mouth. Brooke sucked them greedily until they were clean.

A couple of blocks from the dealership, Marcia finally let Brooke put her tights back on and when they got out of the car, she pointed to the stains on the front seats, "Guess now you're going to have to buy this car whether you like it or not, you bitch."

After they took care of the paperwork, Marcia went into the manager's office and came back a few minutes later, "He's agreed to give you a good discount and financing with no interest. Of course I told him you would suck his cock, so go in there and do it bitch!"

Brooke stood up as in a daze and followed Marcia into the manager's office. The manager was a fat guy in his late fifties and he told her to get on her knees in front of him and took out his cock, it was thick and not very long. Brooke sucked it until it was hard and then Marcia pulled her head away. Unnoticed to Brooke Marcia had stripped naked and now she straddled her boss's legs.

"Well, don't just stay there you bitch," Marcia said, "Open my lips and put his cock inside me."

Brooke did as she was told and Marcia began to ride her boss's cock, her 38D breasts swinging wildly as she bounced on top of him.

"Suck my nipples bitch." Marcia ordered Brooke.

Brooke looked at Marcia's large light brown areoles capped with small nipples which were already hard. She began to suck first one tit and then the other, taking the whole nipple and areole and as much as the perfectly rounded breast into her mouth. It didn't take too long for Marcia to cum and after her orgasm had subsided she pulled away and told Brooke to suck him again and make him cum in her mouth.

Brooke took the fat cock in her mouth, tasting Marcia's juices in it and began to stroke it and suck it. She could take it all in her mouth until her nose pressed against his belly. The guy seemed to love this and soon shot his load into her mouth, Brooke swallowed all of it and when she was done, she saw Marcia had dressed again. As they were about to leave the office, the manager said.

"Come back next month, so you can continue paying without interest."

Marcia walked Brooke back to the car, and when Brooke was behind the wheel, Marcia poked her head through the open window and kissed Brooke.

"Call me," Marcia told Brooke, "We can go out somewhere and have some fun."



Brooke Ch. 02



I got talked into taking my sister, Brooke, to field hockey tryouts at St. Mary's College, about two hours from home. I made her ask me, but I really wanted to do it. So much that I changed the reservation at the hotel from two beds to one so we could sleep together. I didn't know if she'd go for that, but she was as anxious as I was. The first night together she gave me an awesome blow job. The second day of try outs, Brooke got a bad cramp in her leg, which led to a long soak in the hot tub, the two of us changing in front of each other, an erotic rub down for Brooke, culminating in the sweetest sex I'd had in a long time. During sex Brooke admitted to me that I was her first, which caused me to cum harder than ever before. I'd never taken a cherry before, and hers was sweet. I confessed to her that I changed the reservation so we would have to share a bed, and she thanked me. It was a wonderful afternoon of feeling her sweet body, and fine sex. I didn't know where this was headed, but I was along for the ride, long haul, wherever it led.

When we finished our first fuck session, Brooke said that she was looking forward to more sex, "All night long," as she stated.

"God, that was awesome, Brooke. I've thought about doing you for a long time, but never thought it would really happen. Was it good for you?"

"O god yes, it was good for me. You gave me feelings I never felt were possible."


"Really that good?"

"Really, that good," she replied. "I can't wait for more."

"How's your leg?"

"Much better. I think another soak in the hot tub and, if you would, another rub down would be great."

"So, d'you want something to eat first?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so, I'm getting hungry."

"Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"Hmmm. I think I'd rather eat here in the room, that way I wont have to get dressed."

"That's fine with me. I'll go to the restaurant and get some dinner for us and bring it back to the room. What d'you want?"

"I think I'd like some spaghetti. They had some on the menu and it looked good."

"OK, I'll get some dinner for us," I said, as I started to get up.

Brooke pulled me back down on top of her and gave me quite a passionate kiss. "Don't be long, Steven," she said before sliding her tongue deep inside my mouth. I kissed her back, and felt my cock getting hard again. I let my hands drop down to her ass and gently rubbed her beautiful, fit globes as her kiss grew stronger.

Brooke then kissed down my neck, chest, and abdomen, and then took my hard cock into her mouth and began licking and sucking hard.

"You keep that up and we'll never get dinner," I said.

Brooke looked up and said, "This is really all the dinner I need. It's all protein, you know."

She continued sucking my cock as I thrust into her mouth. She was sucking me off hard, playing with my balls, and grabbing my ass while doing so. The feeling was great as she continued sucking me.

I looked at her sweet body. It was everything I had ever imagined. Her years as an athlete really showed in her toned body. Many times I beat off thinking of how her nude body might look, and now I've seen it and fucked her. I stared at her mouth as it continued running up and down my hard shaft, and I knew I wasn't going to last very long the way she was making love to my cock.

"God, your cock tastes so fucking good," she said while continuing to suck.

"I'm not going to last long, Brooke, the way you're sucking me."

"That's the point," she said, smiling up at me, and then taking my entire six inches into her mouth and throat. She sucked and licked my cock and played with my balls and ass for a long time, until I knew I wasn't going to last any longer.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her, but it didn't matter to her, she continued sucking harder and playing with my balls.

"O shit, Brooke, I'm gonna cum," I shouted as I began unloading my sperm into her mouth. Brooke sucked even harder, drawing several loads of cum out of my balls. She never stopped sucking, even after I shot my entire load into her mouth. Brooke swallowed all of it, not missing a drop. She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine, drawing me into a very passionate kiss. I could taste my cum in her mouth, but really didn't care, her kiss was so passionate.

I licked her mouth and then moved down to her tits, sucking one and then the other. Her nipples were rock hard as I licked them and sucked on each one for a couple minutes before heading lower. I turned Brooke over on her back and continued licking down her chest to her stomach. I licked her belly button before I reached down and moved her knees apart and licked my way down to the landing strip just above her slit. I spread her legs further apart, allowing access to her sweet cunt, which was still full of my cum from fucking her just a few minutes ago.

With her knees up and spread far apart, I took my fingers and pulled her pussy lips apart, and gently licked her pussy with my tongue.

"Ah, yes," Brooke moaned, "that feels great, Steven."

I slid my tongue deeper into her pussy, while rubbing her outer lips with my fingers. I continued licking her, driving my tongue in deeper and deeper. I could taste my cum, which was now dripping out of her. I licked it up and continued sucking at her pussy, while rubbing her thighs with my hands, stroking up and down on her inner thighs as I sucked her cunt.

"Keep doing that, brother, you're gonna get me off again," Brook said softly.

I continued rubbing her thighs while eating her out. I thought I was in heaven. The taste of her pussy juices mixed with my cum was awesome. Her pussy had a strong scent to it, but not bad. I had eaten girls out before, but never after I fucked them, but this felt so right. This was a first for me, and it was my sister, which made it all that more arousing. I got turned on sucking her, and continued driving my tongue deep inside her pussy, lapping away at our mixed juices. Tighter and tighter I garbed her thighs as I ate her out. Brooke was now bucking her hips wildly, pressing her cunt against my face. She reached down to my head and pushed it in hard against her spread legs. The harder she pressed, the deeper my tongue dove into her. I moved one hand under her ass and began playing with her ass hole, pressing a finger on the entrance. I slid my finger up to her pussy and got it wet with our combined juices, and then slid it back to her ass, pressing against the hole until my finger slid into her.

"Oh God, that feels good, don't stop. Don't ever stop."

I continued sucking and licking her cunt while driving another finger into her ass. I could feel Brooke's ass tighten around my fingers as she continued gyrating her hips. I was fucking her cunt with my tongue and her ass with my fingers, causing her to buck wildly against both. 

"Oh god, keep doing that. Oh god, yes, Steven, keep doing that," Brooke was now yelling as I was getting her off. 

After a few more minutes of this, Brooke started to climax, bringing spasms to both her ass and cunt as I finished her off.

I could taste her juices as she came hard, pressing hard against my mouth. She pulled my head in even harder as I drove my tongue deep inside her pussy, causing her to cum violently. Her knees pressed tight against my head as she shivered. In a couple of minutes, her body relaxed totally and her legs, now spread wide, fell flat against the bed. I pulled my face back from her pussy and looked at my sister, spread out on the bed. Her pussy was red and her lips swollen, and her body quivering as I gave her pussy one final kiss before pulling back and sliding my fingers out of her ass.

I looked down at Brooke, and she was the prettiest girl I'd ever seen. All these years seeing her around the house with her body wrapped in a towel, I never imagined she would be this beautiful in the nude, and never thought I would get to see her spread out like this. She was the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen.

I leaned into her and pressed my lips to hers again, sliding my tongue, which had just left her pussy, deep inside her mouth. As I grabbed her face with my hands and kissed her, I could feel the head of my cock pressing against her pussy. I reached down and slid the head of my cock against the entrance of her pussy like before, and slid in. How I was hard again, I don't know, but I slid balls deep into her cunt, after just eating her out. An intense feeling of pleasure rushed through my body.

"Just leave it in me a minute, Steven," Brooke pleaded, as if I had any intention of pulling out of her.

The feeling of my cock inside my sister again was so intense. Her pussy was still throbbing from her orgasm, and it was lightly beating against my hard cock, buried deep inside of her. I held it there for several minutes, sliding in and out slowly as my cock continued to grow. 

"God, that feels great. Just hold it there."

I tried to hold it still, but couldn't. After just a couple of minutes I started pumping in and out of her again. My cock was fully erect as I fucked my sister for the second time in an hour. 

"Oh God, that feels great, Steven. Oh God, yes, fuck me, fuck me."

I couldn't believe I was doing it again, but I was now fucking my sister harder than ever before. Brooke wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my cock deep inside her pussy as I continued fucking her. 

I didn't last long this time. "O fuck, Brook, I'm gonna fucking cum. Christ, I'm gonna cum again."

I fucked her harder, pushing my hands under her ass and pulling her into me repeatedly. My balls tightened and I knew I was going to fill her again. 

"O fuck, Brooke," I said as I filled her pussy with what little sperm I had remaining in my balls. "O fuck, yes."

"O god, you're the sweetest fuck," I said to her.

"And you're the sweetest brother!" Brooke replied.

I rolled off of her and lay beside her, looking at her eyes. She was so fucking beautiful. I kissed her one final time before getting out of the bed.

"Do you have to go?" Brooke asked, "I think I could go another round!"

"Maybe you could, but I certainly can't. I don't have any cum left!" I said as I got out of the bed. Brooke looked amazing lying there in the bed, legs still spread, nipples still hard. 

"You really are beautiful, Brooke."

"Thank you."

"I mean it, you're so fucking beautiful," I said, standing nude in front of her with her juices and my cum dripping from my deflated cock.

"You're not too bad yourself," she replied.

I leaned over and kissed her one more time, while feeling her tits. I let my hand slide down to her pussy, and gently rubbed it before standing again.

"I never thought you'd be so gentle and loving," Brooke said.

"I never thought you'd be so fucking beautiful, and never thought I'd get to make love to you," I replied. 

Brooke let her hand drop to her pussy, and was gently rubbing it as she replied, "Steven, that was so awesome. I never want to leave this place. Do we have to go home tomorrow?"

"We'll see, but we need to take it easy the rest of the night, you have tryouts tomorrow, remember."

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't seem very important to me now."

"It is important, Brooke. This is your dream, to get an athletic scholarship and go to St. Mary's."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not finished with you."

"You are for tonight. You need to eat and get some rest before tomorrow's tryouts."

"I know, but what are we going to do when we get home?"

"We'll figure that out later. Let's just enjoy our time together here, and worry about that later. Again, you need your rest tonight to get ready for tryouts tomorrow. You need to do well to get that scholarship, although I think you already have it in the bag. How's your leg?"

"Doesn't hurt anymore. I should be fine."

"Good. I'm gonna get dressed and get us some dinner. We'll talk when I get back. You need to eat something."

"OK. Don't be gone long."

"I wont," I replied as I got dressed. I threw on my shorts and a T-shirt and slipped into my tennis shoes and headed down to the lobby. When I got there, I went over to the front desk and talked with the clerk a few minutes before heading out.

I walked across the parking lot to the restaurant and ordered a double serving of spaghetti and salad to go, and talked them into providing two plates and silverware. I told them our room number and said that I'd bring them back after we ate, and they complied without any problem. I remembered dad doing that once, so I thought I'd try it. I suppose they've done that before. I also got us a couple of drinks.

I sat down at the counter waiting for our dinner and was just thinking about the progression in our relationship in the last two days, when my phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was mom.

"Hello mom," I said answering the phone.

"Hey, Junior. How are things going? I had to work a double shift and this is the first chance I've had to call. Are tryouts going OK?"

I told mom all about the tryouts, and that I thought Brooke stood a good chance of making the team from what I saw. She was pleased with that news. I then told her about Brooke's injury and how that is progressing.

"Do you think she'll be able to play tomorrow?" she asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Other than being really tired when I left her to get dinner, she said that her leg feels better and she should be good to go in the morning. She wants to soak in the hot tub after dinner, and then have me rub her leg out," I replied. 

"You're such a good brother, Junior. I hope she isn't being too much of a pain in the ass."

"Not at all," I replied. "Actually, we've been getting along quite well, and I've enjoyed watching the tryouts. She was doing great until she had the bad leg cramp."

"How's your money holding out?" she asked.

"We're fine with the money. I was thinking of staying an additional night if you would let us. I think Brooke will be worn out after practice, and I'd like to look over the campus Tuesday if we could. Maybe check with admissions and see if I could get in, you know, check that out."

"Well, with your grades, maybe you could get an academic scholarship or something. Do you think you'd like to go there too next year? I didn't think the two of you would want to go to the same school."

"I haven't discussed it with Brooke, but I don't think she'd mind if I transferred. It might be kinda neat for both of us to go to the same school. Maybe we could check about an apartment or something like that."

"Do you really think the two of you would get along living together?"

"I think we could work that out, but I'll have to talk with her about it," I replied. "Anyway, would it be OK for us to spend another night here?" I asked.

"If you really want to. It might be good for her to rest up before heading back. Yeah, go ahead if that's what you both want. I guess I owe you for taking her."

"Thanks, mom. I'll check with the admissions director and see if I can get an appointment Tuesday. I'll check on academic scholarships and their programs. I'll have to leave the community college after two years anyway to get the prelaw classes I need."

"It would be wonderful to have you up there with her, that would relieve my worries."

"I'll talk with Brooke about that tonight and see what she thinks, but I think she'll be OK with it." I replied.

"Good. You two have fun. I'll be working when you get home, so nobody will be here, but I'll fix something and leave it for you to warm up."

"That'll be fine, mom. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what we find out about the tryouts. They're supposed to let them know tomorrow if they make the team or not. Let's just hope Brooke makes it," I replied. 

"Let me know what you find out. I'll talk with you later. Give Brooke my love," mom said before hanging up.

Yes, I thought to myself. This will be great! Another night with Brooke, and I'm sure she wont mind at all. 

I wasn't sure where all the talk about me transferring up here and getting an apartment with Brooke came from. I think she'd like that, at least I hoped so. I shouldn't have a problem getting into St. Mary's, but I'll definitely need some financial assistance. There's a lot to figure out, and a lot to talk with Brooke about when I get back to the hotel room. 

Just then the waitress came over with my order along with the plates and silverware. I paid her and left to head back to the room, thinking about all the possibilities for the next two days and next year, if Brooke makes the team.

As I unlocked the door and went inside, I could hear the shower running. I thought about joining Brooke, but decided against it. As much as I wanted to have more sex with her tonight, she really does need to rest up. I set the table and got dinner ready. In about ten minutes, I heard the water turn off, and then Brooke walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her fit frame.

"Did you get dinner?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied while looking at her stunning body. She looked so fucking good. "I have it all ready. Are you going to get dressed?"

"Nope. That's why I wanted to eat in the room, so I wouldn't have to get dressed. You have a problem with that?" she asked.

"Not at all, you look great to me."

"I thought I'd just wear a towel; you seem to like me dressed like this."

"Yeah, I sure do," I replied, looking her up and down. The towel barely covered her tits, and hit just below her pussy in the front, showing off half her ass in the back. "I could get used to seeing you like that!" I said to her.

"Good, 'cause I'm not planning to wear any clothes while we're in the room," Brooke replied, with a sexy grin on her face.

We both sat down to eat. I split the spaghetti and salad between us and gave her a drink, taking the other for myself.

"God, this is good," Brooke said while chowing down on her spaghetti. "This spaghetti is fantastic."

"Yeah, it really is good," I replied. "I talked with mom on the phone while at the restaurant. She called to see how tryouts were going and to see how we're getting along."

"What'd you tell her?"

"I told her about your tryouts and your injury, that I was getting dinner for us and then we were heading down to the hot tub for a soak, and afterwards I was going to give your leg a good rub out."

"You told her that you were going to give my leg a rub out? What did she say about that?"

"She thought it was nice of me to do that for you. I think it's nice, too!" I replied.

"She didn't think that was weird or anything?"

"Nope. She was glad that we're getting along so well."

"Well, that isn't a lie."

"No, it isn't. We talked about something else, too."

"What's that?"

"Well, if you make the team and get a scholarship, I was thinking about transferring up here too, and maybe us getting an apartment together or something, that is, if you wanted to."

Brooke's jaw dropped. She got out of her chair and came over to me and gave me a big hug. "You really think that would work out? I'd love that!"

"Well, you have to make the team and I have to look into an academic scholarship, but yeah, it's possible."

"That'd be great!" Brooke replied excitedly.

"Yeah, it would. That is if you wouldn't mind sharing an apartment with me."

"Mind? I think it'd be great! Will you give me a rub down every night?"

"I will if you run around in a towel all the time. A towel or less . . . " I replied.

"I think I like less better," Brooke said as she dropped the towel to the floor, standing before me nude. All inhibitions are gone for sure now.

"I think I like you that way, too." I said looking at my stunning sister standing there in front of me in all her glory. "Yeah, I do like you that way."

"Well, if we both get in, get used to it, brother!"

"I think I can get used to seeing you like that," I replied. "Oh, I have some other news, too."




Brooke Ch. 02



"What's that?"

"Mom said that we could stay an additional night if you want to."

"Really? That's great, but how'd you swing it?"

"I told her that you'd be tired after tryouts, and that I wanted to see the campus Tuesday and possibly meet with an admissions director or something."

"And she agreed?"

"Yeah, she was really excited that we might both be coming here next year, and didn't hesitate on allowing us to stay another night."

"Oh, God, this is so exciting," Brooke said giving me a wet kiss and returning to her chair. "That gives us tonight and tomorrow night as well," Brooke replied.

"Well, it gives us tonight to get you ready for tryouts tomorrow, and tomorrow night to do what we want."

"I know what I want!" Brooke replied.

"What's that?" I asked, knowing what her answer would be.

"I want to do you again!" she said.

"Yeah, that's what I was hoping. We'll have a good time tomorrow night; tonight as well, but we need to get you ready for tryouts tonight."

"What d'you have planned?" she asked.

"Well, after dinner I thought we could sit in the hot tub a while, and after we come back to the room, I'll rub your leg out again."

"Will you rub anything else?"

"Not on you! You need your rest! We have all night tomorrow night, remember."

"Yeah that makes sense, but once you start rubbing my leg, I don't think I can let it stop there," Brooke replied.

"Well, let's just see. You really do need your rest tonight."

"I know, but it'll still be fun," Brooke replied while finishing her spaghetti.

We talked a while more as we finished dinner. It was strange, but delightful, sitting across from my naked sister eating dinner. God, she's so fucking beautiful.

After dinner, I cleaned off the plates and table. Brooke stood, displaying her fine body to me, and got her swim suit and put it on in front of me. She handed me mine, and helped me out of my clothes. She unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, and pulled them down along with my underwear, letting her fingers slide along my cock, which was getting hard again. She wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking, while looking into my eyes. 

"I will agree to no sex tonight, under one condition," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"The condition is that you fuck my brains out tomorrow when tryouts are over."

"On the field, or do you want to wait until we get back to the room?" I asked, laughing a little.

"On the field. I don't think I'll be able to wait until we get back to the room," she replied, leaning in for a long kiss, while still stroking my cock.

"It's a deal," I said, pulling her face tight against mine and slipping her the tongue. 

I let my hand slide down her back, under her suit, and let it rest on her sweet ass as we kissed. Brooke pushed her ass back against my hand and continued stroking my cock.

"We need to get your suit on and get out of here, or you'll have to fuck your sister again, really soon," Brooke said.

"I'd really like to fuck my sister again, but we need to get to the hot tub and work on your leg," I replied.

"Oh, OK, she said, releasing my cock and bending down to let me step into my suit. When she bent over, she licked the head of my cock before helping me with my suit. "That's a down payment on tomorrow night," she said. "There's a lot more where that came from."

As she stood back up I pulled her in for another kiss.

Brooke grabbed a couple of towels as we headed down to the hot tub.

There weren't any people around as we arrived at the hot tub. I jumped in the pool first, and swam around while Brooke sat in the tub. She kept motioning for me to join her, but I thought I'd tease her a little while before going over. Finally, I got out of the pool and joined her in the tub.

"How's the leg?" I asked.

"It would be better if you'd rub it a little," she replied as she lifted her long leg and placed her foot in my lap.

I rubbed her foot for a couple of minutes, and then moved my way up her calf, rubbing it deeply while moving my hands up above her knee to her thigh, causing her to shiver. I looked around, and noticing that we were still alone, I rubbed her thigh all the way up to her suit. Brooke leaned back and sat there moaning softly, "God that feels so good, Steven."

I continued rubbing her thigh, letting my finger tips slide inside the bottom of her suit until they slid along her pussy lips. Brooke leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying my touch. I slid my fingers out of her suit and rubbed her thigh again, deeply, trying to rub the pain out. I kept looking around to make sure we were still alone as I rubbed up her leg, letting my fingers slide into her again. I rubbed her pussy for a couple of minutes before returning my attention to her thigh. I continued rubbing her thigh until I noticed a family enter the pool area. I rubbed from her thigh back down to her foot, which was not resting on top of my erection.

"We've got company," I told her.

She didn't even look up. "So?" she asked. "Keep rubbing, Steven."

"I would Brooke, but people are starting to come in. I say we take this back to the room."

"OK, but I want to soak a few more minutes," she said as she slid her foot over my hard cock, hesitating a few seconds rubbing my cock with her foot before letting it slide back into the water. She moved over closer to me, and put her arm around my shoulders, leaning in for a kiss. "What about . . ." I started to say. Brooke broke the kiss and looked at me saying, "They'll just think we're a couple, thats all."

We sat in the hot tub for about ten more minutes before Brooke said that she was ready to go back to the room. We both got out, dried off with our towels, wrapped them around our waists, and headed back to the room.

As we walked out of the pool area, Brooke took my hand in hers. We held hands all the way back to the room, without saying anything.

Once we got inside our room, Brooke dropped her towel and took off her swim suit, and I did the same. She grabbed my hand and led me over to the bed. I sat down on the edge of the bed with my arms around her waist. Brooke put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me. With her knees on either side of me, Brooke leaned to me and kissed me hard. I kissed back, feeling her tongue entering my mouth. We kissed for several minutes. I could feel my cock harden beneath her. She scooted up and placed a tit in my mouth, asking me to suck it for a few minutes. I sucked one tit and then the other, with Brooke moaning softly as I licked her hard nipples. 

"I've never had anyone suck my tits like this before, Steven. You're good at this."

I didn't reply, and just kept sucking them gently while rubbing her ass. 

After a few minutes of this, Brooke slid down, reached behind her, took my cock in her hand and lined it up with her pussy. She moaned softly while rubbing the head of my wet cock along her slit.

"This feels so fucking good," she said. 

She held the head of my erection against the entrance of her pussy, and then moved back slowly as I entered her. Once inside, Brooke stopped and remained motionless for a few seconds with my cock buried deep inside of her. "Oh, yes, this feels so fucking good, Steven."

She moved up and back on my cock for a few minutes before sitting up on my cock, facing me. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside me, Steven. God, this feels so good."

I reached down and put my hands on her hips as she started riding up and down on my hard cock. I've never fucked a girl with her on top before, and Brooke was now totally in charge. She raised up and then dropped back down on my erection, assisted by my hands on her waist. She started moving faster on my cock, which was buried balls deep in her cunt each time she came down. She continued driving up and down on my cock, giving me pleasure I had never before felt. It was much different with her on top and in control of the fucking, and I was really getting into this. I would raise up when she came down, driving my cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She recached up with both hands and began playing with her tits, pinching her nipples. Just the sight of Brooke riding my cock and playing with her tits was getting me off. I didn't know how much more of this I was able to take. It must have been good for her, too, because her moans became louder and louder as she fucked herself on my hardness. 

Several minutes later, still feeling her own tits, Brooke began to cum. "Oh god, this feels so fucking good, Steven. Keep fucking me."

Brooke continued riding my cock, and I continued driving it into her each time she came down. I stared at her face, noticing the intense pleasure she was in as she rode my cock and played with her tits. Her face had such an intense expression on it as she continued for god knows how long.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," She said while riding my cock harder and faster. "I'm gonna fucking cum, Steven! I'm gonna fucking cum!" she yelled out loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear. I could feel the walls of her cunt spasm as she had her orgasm, causing me to erupt deep inside her cunt. I raised my hips while I shot my sperm into my sister. "God, this feels so fucking good," she screamed as she climaxed on my hard cock. "God, this feels so good."

Even after she came, Brooke continued riding my cock, slowing down only a little. She continued this for a couple of minutes before collapsing on top of me, kissing me hard.

She pulled off my cock and repositioned herself on top of me so that her pussy was directly over my face. I leaned up and placed my lips on her pussy and started eating her out, as she continued riding my mouth and playing with her tits.

"Yeah, brother, eat my pussy. Eat your cum out of my pussy."

I still can't believe I did this, but I ate her out and started sucking my own cum out of her cunt.

"Save it for me," she said while I continued sucking my cum out of her. When I finished, Brooke backed off and brought her lips to mine, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and lapped away at my cum. She sucked the cum out of my mouth and swallowed all of it, while kissing me hard.

"Oh god, that was great," Brooke said.

I found myself doing things with my sister that I've never done with another girl, and some things that I never would've done with another girl, such as eating her out after I fucked her. Never would I've done that to someone else; hell, I usually won't even go down on a girl, although they all want me to, not that there's been that many. Every girl wants me to go down on her, but I usually won't. It's just something I never liked doing, until now. Brooke could ask me to do anything, and I'd do it. I don't really know what that's about. I mean, there's just something about my sister that makes me want to do things to her and to make her feel good. I think I've always been like that to her, although we've never really been so close that I would actually do things for her. That is, until a couple days ago. Now it's all different for some reason. I want to please her, I want her to make f'ockey team and get a scholarship. I want her to be successful and have everything she wants. When she fell and hurt her leg, my heart skipped a beat. I'm not sure what all this means, but I now have deep feelings for her, much deeper than ever before, and much deeper than I've ever had with another girl.

I looked at Brooke, and she had the most content look on her face that I've ever seen. She was really enjoying this, and I don't think it was just the sex, it was sex with her brother, the one she waited for so she could give him her virginity. She was happy, fulfilled, and it was because of me. 

"Yeah, it was great, Brooke. You're great. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

"Thank you, Steven," Brooke replied as she threw her arms around me and kissed me one more time.

After some time, I broke the kiss, looked down at her and said, "I'm serious Brooke, you mean the world to me. I want us to come to St. Mary's and live together. I want that more than anything. I want you to make the f'ockey team and get a scholarship. I want to be with you."

"I feel that way too, Steven. I just don't know how we can work it out, and I know there'll be complications, but that's what I want, too."

"Really? That's what you want?"

"Yeah, I do. I was really getting sad about having to leave you if I came to St. Mary's. I wanted the scholarship, but after I hurt my leg and saw the way you took care of me, I really didn't care if I got it or not, because I thought it would take me away from you. I know I haven't treated you very well, but most of that was jealousy. You dated a couple of my friends, and I . . . I guess I was jealous because I wanted you and they had you. Does that make any sense to you?" Brooke shared.

"Yeah, it makes all the sense in the world to me right now. I understand completely how you feel. I feel the same way."

"Do you think we'll be able to pull it off?" She asked seriously.

"I certainly hope so. I'm going to check with admissions tomorrow and see if I can get in and if they have any financial aid I would qualify for," I replied. 

"I don't mean that, entirely. I'm thinking about our relationship, as brother and sister. How will we pull that off? What happens if you want to date someone else, or I do? I don't want to lose what we have together."

"Well, I really haven't had time to think through all of this, but I suppose we should, maybe have some ground rules or something; but, anyway, we're getting ahead of ourselves a little, neither of us are coming here yet. Maybe we should take this one step at a time and just see where it leads," I replied. "Are you having second thoughts about us, or our living together next year if it all works out?"

"Not second thoughts exactly, just running things through my head. I don't want to ruin our relationship should something happen. I still want us both to come here and share an apartment, it's just that, I don't know what it is." Brooke replied sheepishly.

"I could stay at home and continue at the community college for another year if that's what you want," I replied, trying not to rush her into anything.

"No, that's not what I want. I'm just thinking through things and I'm not sure what to think." Brooke replied.

"Brooke, I've had a wonderful time with you up here, and it's not just the sex, although I've really enjoyed the sex. I've done things with you that I never would've done with anyone else. When you fell on the field and hurt your leg, I realized just how much I do care for you, and it's more than the fact that you're my sister. I really do care for you, much more than I ever thought."

"I can tell. You've been so caring to me, and I really like the sex too, it't just, I don't know." Brooke replied, still speaking softly, as if she's really given this some heavy thought.

"It sounds to me that you're having second thoughts."

"I don't know, Steven. It's all been so fast and all. I guess I'm scared about what people will think about us if anyone finds out what we've been doing, especially mom and dad."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. We'll have to be very careful about our relationship when we get home."

"Yeah, we will. Do you think we'll still be able to, you know, be together once we get home?"

"Is that what you want? I know that I do, but I don't want to push you into anything," I replied.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I want, for sure. I've really enjoyed our time together. I just know it's going to be different when we get home. How can we be together at home?" she asked.

"We'll have to be careful around mom and dad, and others, but I'm sure we can find ways to be together. It'll be different if we both end up here sharing an apartment."

"Won't people think that's strange, you know, the two of us living together and being together all the time?" she asked.

"I don't know for sure. I imagine there are other family members sharing an apartment, maybe we can see the reaction of the admissions person tomorrow and see if it seems strange to her in any way."

"Can I go with you when you meet with them?"

"Sure, I was expecting you too." I replied.

"Good, I'll watch for her reaction and try not to look too guilty to give our relationship away."

"That sounds good. Let's just take this a day at a time and see how things develop."

"That sounds good. I just don't want to lose what we have." Brooke replied.

"I don't either."

"Do you want to take a shower together? I need to clean up before I go to bed."

"That sounds great to me," I replied.

"Good. Lets shower," Brooke said as she got up from the bed. I stayed on the bed for a few seconds just looking at my sister. She looked so hot, and looks better to me every time I look at her, especially naked.

"Are you coming?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, I'm coming. I just wanted to look at you. God, you're so fit and beautiful. I know that guys will be eager to be with you once you're here. I've already heard several of them talking about you at tryouts."

"Really? What did they say?"

"Well, there was a group of guys sitting behind me talking about how good you looked, as well as some of the other new girls. They were saying how they wanted to get in your pants, things like that. They were really interested in you." I shared. 

"There's only one guy I'm interested in right now, and that's you! Come on, let's hit the shower."

"Sounds great to me," I said as I got off the bed and walked with her into the shower.

Brooke turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, and we got in together. She looked so good with the water cascading over her, dripping off her luscious tits and toned body. Yeah, there'll be several guys interested in her when she gets here. I just hope I can keep her.

Brooke washed her hair, and looked beautiful with the lather running down her body. I reached over and started washing her body with the shampoo. I grabbed a wash cloth, soaped it up, and started washing her tits and the front of her body, down to her pussy, reaching around her and washing her tight ass. Brooke turned around to rinse her hair as I continued washing her back and ass, feeling every inch of her body. I made my way down her legs, thoroughly washing her, not missing anything. Brooke turned around and I did the same to her front side, dropping the wash cloth to soap up her tits, stomach, and privates, while Brooke smiled seductively at me.

"My turn," she said while she reached down and picked up the wash cloth. Brooke started washing me gently, from my neck down to my abs. She soaped up my pubes, dropped the wash cloth, and washed me, taking her time with my cock and balls, while staring into my eyes. My cock got hard as she washed me, playing with it and my balls. 

"Turn around," she instructed.

I turned around and braced myself against the shower wall while Brooke lathered up my ass. I could feel the familiar sensation of her fingers as she gently washed my ass, sliding her finger along my crack. I spread my legs as far as I could as she reached between my legs and started rubbing my cock and balls.

"God, that feels good," I moaned.

Brooke continued rubbing my cock and balls, and then slid her hands back to my ass and gently massaged it, sliding her finger along my crack. She lingered at my pucker, and rubbed it in small circles, while reaching back to my cock with her free hand. She gently rubbed my cock and balls again from behind until I thought I was going to ejaculate in the shower.

"You like that?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, I like that." I replied.

Brooke finished washing me and had me turn back around, facing her. She leaned up and kissed me while still massaging my cock.

"This is the best shower I've ever taken, Steven. God, I could get used to this."




Brooke Ch. 02



"Yeah, I could too. Just think, we can do this as much as we want if we're living together."

"Yeah, I was thinking about that. I think I've decided for sure. I want us to both come here and share an apartment. I'm the happiest right now that I've ever been." Brooke said.

"Me too," I replied.

We stayed in the shower for several more minutes before we finished. I came close to shooting my load, but Brooke stopped rubbing my cock just before I hit the launch sequence. We got out of the shower and dried each other off before returning to the bedroom.

"Would you give me another rub down?" Brooke asked.

"Absolutely," I replied. Lie down on the bed, face up this time, and I'll rub your leg, and anything else you want."

"Thanks," Brooke replied as she laid down on the bed, face up, placing her hands behind her head. "Get to work, brother," she said.

I went to the bathroom and got her lotion and started rubbing her legs. I started at her feet and made my way up to her shins, taking my time to give her a good rub down. I made my way to her thighs, spreading her legs a little to have full access. I looked up at her, and Brooke had her eyes closed, and was softly moaning as I rubbed her thighs. I worked each one good, trying to get her to totally relax. I pulled her arms down so they were on the bed beside her and put lotion on her arms and started rubbing them. When I finished with both arms, I went back to her thighs and worked them for several more minutes. I did this for more than thirty minutes before I heard her softly snoring.

"Brooke, are you awake?" I asked, quietly. If she was asleep, I didn't want to wake her. She didn't respond.

I continued rubbing her thighs, resisting the temptation to fuck her again. God, my cock was rock hard and dripping pre cum at this point. I wanted to crawl on top of her and fuck her again, but she was asleep, and I really didn't want to wake her. If she is going to be at her best tomorrow, she needs her sleep. I rubbed the lotion into her soft flesh, gave her a gentle kiss, and covered her with the sheet and blanket, and tucked her in. She was sound asleep at this point.

I sat in the chair thinking of all we've done the past couple of days, and how our relationship has changed. I quietly walked over to her and pulled the sheets back off her body, and just looked at her beautiful nude frame. Her face looked quite content. Her abdomen moved slightly with each breath. God, she looked gorgeous. I traced my fingers along her chest, circling her hard nipples, and gently stroked her face and lips. My cock was about to shoot as I did this, so I started masturbating with thoughts of my nude sister as she lay there, totally exposed. I started pumping my cock slowly, but increased speed as I looked at her. "God, you're so fucking beautiful, Brooke," I said to her quietly, knowing that she couldn't hear me. 

I continued stroking my cock for a few more minutes, until I knew I was going to shoot my load. I grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and shortly came hard, catching all the cum in the tissue. I wiped off my cock and threw the tissue in the trash. 

I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was 9:30 already. I didn't want to turn on the TV and wake Brooke up, so I decided to call it a night as well. I called the front desk and asked for a 7:00 wake up call, and reaffirmed with them that we'd be staying another night. I asked about this at the front desk earlier, and they said it would be OK, but I wanted to make sure. The desk clerk said it would be fine, and told me to have a good night. He didn't have to tell me that, 'cause I'd already had a great night. I said the same to him before hanging up. I walked over and latched the security lock on the door, turned off the lights, and crawled into bed next to Brooke. 

Brooke turned toward me and put her arm around me, with her head on my chest. I must have fallen asleep soon after that, because the next thing I knew, the phone rang at 7:00 am with our wake up call.

Brooke woke up a little disoriented at first, asking where we were. I told her we were in the hotel and she had to get up for breakfast before heading to tryouts. She looked at me and smiled. 

"That's right. For a second there I wasn't sure where I was," she said. "What time did we go to bed last night? The last thing I remember is you giving me a rub down. I must have fallen asleep."

"We went to bed around 9:30. You slept all night. How do you feel this morning?"

"I feel fine," she replied.

"How's your leg?"

"After that rub down, it feels fine. I think I'll be OK for tryouts today. Do I have to get up now, or can I sleep just a little bit longer?"

"I'll let you sleep another fifteen minutes. I'll go ahead and get dressed, and then you can have the bathroom."

"Thanks, bro."

"No problem," I said as I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took my morning piss and washed my face. I didn't bother to shave as I was only going to the tryouts today. I finished in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, where Brooke was sound asleep.

I got dressed before waking her up again. After I woke Brooke up, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I could hear her as she went through her morning routine before she walked back into the bedroom, and stood in the middle of the room naked. 

"Do you think we can run around naked in the apartment once we're both here?" she asked. 

"Brooke, there's nothing I'd like more than to watch you run around our apartment naked once we're living here. Works for me."

"I think it'll work for me too," she said before getting dressed. 

I watched her closely as she dressed taking in the sight of her nude body right in front of me. She took her time, sort'a showing off as she slid her panties seductively over her hips, her tits still bare. "You like?" she asked as she turned around wearing her tiny bikini panties that went up her crack displaying her firm ass.

"Yeah, I like very much!" I replied.

"When we get back to the room, I'm gonna have you take them off me with your teeth," she said, looking at me with that, 'fuck me' look of hers.

"That'll be my pleasure," I replied.

Brooke smiled and then put on her sports bra and the rest of her clothes. We left the room and headed to the restaurant for breakfast. I brought along our dishes and silverware from last night and gave them to the waitress.

"I never thought we'd see these again," she said laughing before she took our order.

"I'm getting nervous about tryouts," Brooke said as we waited for our food.

"Just be yourself, Brooke, I'm sure you'll do fine."

"I hope so. There's a lot riding on my performance today, especially missing yesterday afternoon and all."

"You'll be fine," I said, trying to reassure her. "You were one of the best so far as I could tell."

"Thanks. It means a lot to me that you'll be there today."

"I wouldn't miss this for anything."

We talked for a few more minutes before our food came. We both ate like we were starved to death, and soon finished our meal.

"Well, I guess it's time to head over to the school," Brooke said.

"Yeah, we need to get over there. I'll be there all the time," I reassured her.

"Thanks, Steven. You don't know how much that means to me."

We made our way to the practice field and I parked the car. I got Brooke's things out of the car and walked her to the locker room. 

"Could you give me a good luck kiss?" she asked.

I didn't answer, but leaned in for a quick kiss on her lips. "I'll do better tonight when we celebrate," I told her.

"I hope it's a celebration."

"It will be. Play hard, but don't hurt yourself," I said.

"You're sounding like mom now," she replied.

Brooke went inside to get changed for tryouts and I made my way to the practice field. I noticed that the group of guys was larger today, and like yesterday, I sat down in front of them.

After about fifteen minutes, the girls came out for their tryouts, and just like yesterday, the guys started talking again, making sexual comments about the girls, especially Brooke. I listened to their comments, and agreed with everything they said about my sister, as well as the other hotties out on the field.

The morning went by quickly, and the girls broke for lunch. Brooke waved at me before she went inside.

One of the guys asked, "Do you know her?" calling Brooke's number.

"Yeah, I know her. I brought her to tryouts," I replied.

"She sure is hot," he said.

"Yeah, I've noticed that too," I replied without giving away our relationship.

"Are the two of you together?"

"Yeah, were together."

"Lucky guy," he replied.

"Yeah, I am a lucky guy."

He didn't say anything else, but they all continued their talk as the girls left the field. I got lunch at Burger King, not far from the school, before returning for the afternoon session.

They had a scrimmage in the afternoon, against the college girls again, just like yesterday. Brooke played her heart out. She made three goals, and was all over the field. It didn't look like her leg was giving her any trouble.

They continued for the remainder of the afternoon.

"She's the best player out there," the guy behind me said to me.

"Yeah, she's really good," I replied.

"She'll make the team for sure," he commented.

"I sure hope so, she's really counting on it."

"We all are," one of the guys in the group shouted, while the rest of them laughed. I didn't pay any attention to him, or the others as they continued talking about the new girls.

About four o'clock the coaches gathered the new girls at the side lines and talked with them for a few minutes before they headed off to the locker room. Brooke broke away from the group, as did several other girls, and came over to me, while the others went to talk with their parents.

"What do you think?" she asked me. One of the guys behind me answered, "We think you're a shoe in!" as though she'd asked them instead of me.

"You really think so?" she asked him.

"Yeah, we all do. We're looking forward to having you here next year. We come to all the games."

"Well, thank you," Brooke replied. I could tell she was enjoying all the attention they were giving her. 

"I'm Tommy," he said, sticking out his hand. Brooke shook his hand, and he held onto it as they talked.

"Yeah, we're all looking forward to getting to know you better next year."

Brooke continued holding his hand as they talked. She really was enjoying this attention, and they were all pouring it on, telling her about all the parties they have with the field hockey players. They shared that they were in a fraternity, and that they hosted parties after all the home games. 

"They can be a blast," several of them said. "There's a party tonight for the girls who make the team. The other girls will tell you all about it after the announcement later on. It's a tradition to party with the new players, as well as the girls on the team. We have a good time."

"That sounds like fun, IF I make the team," Brooke replied.

"You don't have to worry about that," one commented. 

"You can come even if you don't make the team," one offered. "You can even bring your boyfriend along. He'll have a good time too."

Brooke looked at me and smiled. "Maybe we'll take you up on that offer," she said to the group.

"We hope so," they said.

Brooke looked mesmerized by all the attention she was receiving from the group. I noticed that she was still holding the guys hand and he was sorta rubbing his thumb over her hand as he held it tight.

Brooke looked down at me and said, "I need to get back. They said they'll post a list of those of us who made the team. It should be up in a few minutes. I'll go get my things and wait to find out."

"Don't forget about the party," a couple of them shouted to Brooke as she finally let loose of the guys hand and ran off to the locker room.

"God, you're a lucky man if she's your girl," the guy who was holding her hand said to me.

"Yeah, she's pretty hot," another chimed in.

"I hope you bring her to the party. It'll be a blast," one of the guys said to me.

"There'll be plenty of 'refreshments,' if you know what I mean. We have a good time at our parties."

"I'm sure you do," I replied.

"It seemed like your friend wants to come," another said.

"Well, we will if she wants to," I said.

We sat and talked for about thirty minutes while waiting for the news of who made the team. When the girls came out, it wasn't difficult to tell who made it and who didn't. Several of them, including Brooke, came running out of the locker room looking all excited, while others were walking slowly, some of them crying. 

Brooke came running across the field and up the bleachers, and gave me a big hug. "I make it! I made it!" she screamed while holding me tightly. "I'm so happy I can hardly breathe," she said. 

I congratulated her, along with all the guys behind us.

"The girls told us about the party, and gave us a flyer with the time and directions to the frat house. Can we go, Steven?"

"Sure, if that's what you want," I replied, not sure that I wanted to go, but this was Brooke's moment and her decision.

"Great," the guys behind me shouted as they swarmed around Brooke, giving her hugs as she hugged them back. I watched as they got very close to Brooke, pulling her in tight to the group. Several of them had their arms around her, and there were hands all over her, with a couple of them feeling her ass. I'm sure that with all the excitement, Brooke didn't even realize what they were doing to her. They were being real bold, I thought to myself. A couple of the guys went over to a couple other girls who were close by and congratulated them and invited them to the party as well. Brooke was all caught up in the excitement and was letting them all hug her and make over her before she had to leave and return for her things.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Brooke said as she broke away from the group of guys and went running off to the field house. 

I stayed with the group of guys, trying not to let their actions bother me. I didn't want to make a scene, and if I'm going to be here next year with Brooke, I'm gonna have to get used to guys giving her attention like this. I just wonder how she'll respond to all the attention. Going to the party might be a good way to find out how Brooke will react to the attention of all the guys at this college. It'll be a test for sure.

I talked with the group like I wasn't upset or anything about what just happened, and they treated me like I was an old friend or something. I knew it was just because they wanted to get Brooke to the party, so I played along and talked with them and got directions to the party. They told me that there'd be plenty of booze and everything else that happens at college frat parties. I've never been to a frat party, going to the community college, but I had a good idea what went on. 

As Brooke came out of the locker room, I got up to greet her.

"See you tonight!" a few of the guys yelled at us.

"I'm looking forward to it," Brooke yelled back at the guys.

I met Brooke, grabbed her bag, and we walked to the car, with Brooke talking a hundred miles an hour about making the team and the party we'd been invited to.

"I can't believe I made it, Steven! This is the most exciting thing ever! We've even been invited to our first frat party! Isn't this fucking awesome?"

"Yeah, it's fucking awesome," I said, with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. 

As we got into the car, Brooke looked at me and asked, "Is something the matter? I thought you'd be excited that I made the team."

"I am excited, Brooke. I'm really happy for you that you made the team. Yeah, we need to celebrate. The party will be fun!" I said, trying to act excited about it. I knew it meant a lot to Brooke to be accepted and to celebrate, and I didn't want to be a damper on her experience.

"Good, it just seemed that . . ."

"It'll be fine, Brooke. I've never been to a frat party before either. It'll be a lot of fun."

"It'll be fun, for sure, but the real fun will be when we get back to the room after the party. That's when the fun begins," Brooke said to me as she leaned over and gave me a deep, wet kiss. "I just want to see what it's like. I'm not interested in any of them, if that's what you're thinking. I just want to have fun with you tonight, after the party. Remember what I told you, you have to fuck my brains out tonight, and we have all night to make wild love together!"

I kissed her again, and let my hand drop to her leg, just below the bottom of her short shorts. "God, I love you, Brooke," I said, realizing that this was the first time I'd said that to her in that way.

"Steven, I love you too, and not just as a brother. I've fallen in love with you, and you're all I'll ever want or need. I really love you, Steven."

With that, I drove back to the hotel. Brooke shed all her clothes, except for her bikini underwear, immediately upon entering the room.

"You have to take these off with your teeth, remember?" Brooke asked.

"My pleasure," I replied, while dropping down on my knees. I leaned forward and bit the top of her bikinis, tugging away at them. I pulled down the sides, making my way around the back side. I pulled the back down over her ass, and licked her ass for a minute or two, before moving around to the front. I took the front of her bikini's into my mouth and pulled them down, just below her cunt. I leaned in and licked her cunt several times before removing them the rest of the way. Brooke stepped out of them as I then stood back up.

Standing in front of me completely naked, she hugged me and kissed me again, taking my hand and placing it on her pussy while rubbing it against herself for a couple of minutes. She leaned back, pressed my hand harder against her pussy, slid a couple of my fingers inside, and while rubbing them inside of her pussy, said, "This is yours and only yours. Nobody else will ever get close. I know there'll be a house full of drunk guys there tonight, I'm not stupid; and I know why they invited all of us over. Some of the girls on the team were talking about getting laid tonight, so I know what's going on, but the only one I want inside of me is you. We don't have to go if you don't want to."

I slid my free hand to her ass and started rubbing it, feeling the softness of her globes, while still finger fucking her. I held her for a few minutes, and while some doubt still lingered, I said, "We can go. It'll be a fun time, our first frat party and all. I guess I'll just have to get used to this if we're here together next year."

"Good. We'll have fun, I promise; and then you're fucking my brains out when we get back. I'm sure we'll both be so fucking horny after the party. Thanks, Steven," she said as she moved away from me and headed to the bathroom. "I know I stink, so I'll get a shower and then we can get something to eat."

Brooke danced with excitement all the way to the bathroom. 

I called mom and told her the good news. She wanted to talk with Brooke, but I told her that Brooke was in the shower, and that I'd have her call when she got out.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and thought about the party, and all the comments the guys were making about Brooke over the past two days. I know they'll be all over her tonight, but I'll have to go along with it. Brooke is really excited about it, but I still have my concerns. We'll just have to see what happens.



Brooke Ch. 02



"Traci, I'm so confused."

Brooke sat in my office with the door closed. The forty-year-old paralegal looked truly flustered and had no idea how much that turned me on. She already knew I loved attractive, older women like herself. Now she was driving me crazy with her expression of helplessness.

"Why's that, Brooke?"

She fiddled with the hem of her short skirt after crossing her legs.

"I really did like what we did the other night," she confessed. "You warned me the sex would be better than it is with Bob. But I had no idea it would be THAT good."

I shrugged and said, "I tried to tell you. Men in general, and husbands in particular, have no idea what a woman wants or needs. So, why are you confused?"

The distress on her face was obvious when she finally said, "I have no intention of ever leaving Bob. I think I told you that already. But how can I ever have sex with him again and not be thinking of you the entire time. It will just be the same old boring sex we've always had and I'll be thinking of how you made me feel. Eventually he'll notice that I'm not into it and that will be the end of it. Traci, I want you but I also want him. Help me."

My objective had never been to break up Brooke's marriage. I simply found her athletic body, cute face, and short hair extremely sexy and I wanted to have sex with her...on a regular basis. Having broken the ice at Brooke's house the week before and hearing now that she had, in fact, enjoyed it, I saw an opportunity to fulfill another of my life-long fantasies.

"Let's look at this from Bob's perspective for a moment," I said. "What do men like even better than sex with their wife?"

"Sex with somebody else's wife?" Brooke asked.

"You're on the right track, Brooke. I would argue that it's sex with their wife and another woman."

After a short pause, she said, "At the same time?"

"Of course. Or sex with another woman while the wife watches. That can be very erotic, too, you know."

It was obvious to her at that point, I think, where I was going. Before she had a chance to discard the notion immediately, I added, "What we need to do is have him see you in another way sexually. We need to liven it up in your bedroom, Brooke, and then he'll want you day and night."

"We?"

I gave her a disgusted look and said, "Well, how many other women do you know that you could invite over to make a threesome?"

"Not many."

"Exactly. I'm volunteering."

Brooke said, "But I thought you were...well, you know...into women."

"I've had boyfriends before. I like sex with guys. I just like sex with women better."

"So you want me to invite you over some night, with Bob there, and we all have sex with each other. How, exactly, do you suggest I propose this to him?"

I smiled and said, "First of all, I think he'd agree before you even finished the sentence. Secondly, I suggest you don't mention anything about sex. You let me handle that end of it. If it goes as I envision it, the sex will take care of itself and your marriage will never be the same."

"That's an understatement," Brooke replied. "I hope I still have one."

"Trust me on this one, Brooke. You can thank me later."

I'm a thirty-year-old woman in decent shape and am considered fairly attractive by both men and women. My self-confidence is higher than most people's and there was no doubt in my mind I could talk Bob into doing this, even having never met him before. I was doing this for Brooke and I was bound and determined to make it work.

I let Brooke determine the date and time that we would get together. When she told me at work one day that it was all set the following Friday evening, I asked her how her husband took it.

"Oh, he's not the most sociable person in the world," she moaned. "I'm sure he's kind of dreading it so anything you can do to keep him interested from the beginning will help."

I said, "I won't wait long before I talk to him. Which reminds me...I need to be alone with him for a few minutes when that happens. So, if you see me wander off to wherever he is, leave us alone. You have to turn off your possessiveness impulse during this whole thing. OK?"

"Whatever you say, Traci. But...oh well, it might work."

"Might work?" I exclaimed. "It's going to be the best damned night of your life, Brooke!"

When Friday night arrived, I did feel a little pressure to pull this off. However, my attitude had been all along: 'What could go wrong?' Assuming Bob was your average male, he was about to live a fantasy that he thought only happened in movies.

Brooke met me at the door and we walked into the family room together. I had to admit, I was a bit taken back when I saw the man sitting there. Brooke introduced her husband, who was undoubtedly the best looking man I'd ever met in person. He was Brooke's age, with thick hair and a body to kill for. I stammered my way through the initial conversation, trying to get my mind off what this guy looked like naked. How could any woman not want to do anything humanly possible to stay married to him? And have sex with him every waking moment?

I wore a t-shirt with a neckline that I knew was more than a little bit revealing, so I left the bra at home. My jeans were a bit tight, but Brooke liked my ass so I presumed Bob would, too. Watching his eyes those first few minutes after we met confirmed to me that my casual outfit met with his approval.

Nothing occurred in the first half hour that would indicate Bob and Brooke weren't the most typical American couple you ever met. I didn't detect any tension between them and my hopes grew as we approached the time I thought it would be appropriate to get Bob to myself for a little chat.

When he walked into the kitchen, I looked over at Brooke, nodded, and then joined Bob. We were out of sight of the family room and Brooke could not hear us.

Bob saw me walk in and said, "Brooke talks about you all the time, Traci. I'm glad I got to meet you."

He was getting a drink and asked me, "Need a refill?"

"Yes. Thanks," I told him. "I hope she hasn't told you everything she knows about me."

He smiled and said, "Oh, you have secrets?"

"Don't we all?"

He handed me my drink and replied, "I suppose. Tell me one of yours."

I was really beginning to like this guy. I imagined he and I playing all kinds of mind games with each other if we were together. Brooke was much too reserved for that. I'd have to talk to her about it.

"I like older men," I finally said.

Bob replied, "Well, you should love me, then. I'm at least ten years older than you."

"Actually, that's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you alone, Bob," I said, setting my glass on the counter.

I stepped closer until we were touching. I said, "Brooke and I have a little surprise for you tonight."

I was standing at his side when I put my hand on his crotch. It was just a light touch, but I let my hand linger there and watched his expression. He didn't flinch.

"A surprise?" he asked.

I pressed harder and felt his cock.

"Yes. We want to put on a show and I need to ask a favor of you to make this even better," I said. "We'll only go as far as you want, but you need to let me know if you like it or not."

I felt him starting to stiffen and I rubbed a little harder.

"The only way I'll know if you are enjoying it is if you get hard, Bob," I told him. "The only way I'll know if you get hard is if you pull out your cock. When the time is right...and you'll know when that is...let me see your hard cock. Don't be bashful. There's a reward for you in the end if you play along. OK?"

I could feel the outline of his hardening cock already and could only imagine what it would be like after Brooke and I were through.

"I don't know why I trust you, Traci, but I do," he said.

"So, tell me one of your secrets," I said.

"I love younger women."

"We're going to get along just fine, Bob."

We walked back into the family room together, but I never sat down. I went over to Brooke and reached out my hands to pull her up. We were maybe ten feet in front of Bob's chair as I put my arm around Brooke and kissed her on the cheek.

"I said we had a surprise for you," I said to Bob. "Here it is."

I moved behind Brooke and kissed her on the neck and ear. She wore a long sleeve top that had a couple buttons at the top. I opened them while watching Brooke watch Bob. Her expression was one of anticipation and maybe a little fright. That was good for our purposes. When I had the buttons open, I slid a few fingers inside her shirt and onto the top of her tits. After a few seconds, I reached down and took off the shirt.

I kissed her shoulders and, at the same time, inched the straps of her bra a little lower. The cups hung loosely and began to reveal her beautiful tits. I unhooked the bra in the back and held it in place for just a moment before pulling it away. Only then did Bob show signs of following my instructions by placing his hand on top of his jeans and rubbing his cock. This shouldn't take long, I thought to myself.

Who knows what either of them were thinking when my hands enclosed Brooke's tits in a tight grip. When I let go, I pulled on the nipples a little and felt Brooke take in a quick, deep breath. I slowly moved around and bent just enough to be able to kiss her right nipple. Then my tongue slid across it. I made sure I wasn't blocking Bob's view when I finally put the tit in my mouth. For a couple minutes I sucked on one tit and then the other, watching the nipples grow to twice their original size.

I unbuttoned Brooke's pants and slid down the zipper. I helped her out of the jeans before circling around until I was behind her again. The bulge in Bob's pants was plainly visible now and I was getting desperate to see his cock. I slid a hand inside the front of Brooke's panties and felt her warm, wet pussy.

That's what it took for Bob to finally open his jeans and pull out his massive erection. I didn't say a word as it stood like a pole rising from his lap. I just rubbed Brooke's clit harder and faster, causing her to gasp and arch her back. Bob took the cock in his hand and very slowly stroked it for us.

I hated to rush things, but I took off Brooke's panties in eagerness to move along. As often as Bob had seen his wife naked, I was quite certain it had never been under these circumstances and his cock was evidence of that fact. Nor did I believe he had ever seen a woman kneel in front of Brooke and lick her pussy the way I did next. When I stood again and glanced at Bob, I'm not sure how I refrained from going to him and taking care of that cock.

But Brooke had work to do. She had to undress me, which she did lovingly and with equal attention to my tits and pussy. If either of us had a fear of Bob somehow protesting the sight of his wife with another woman, he dispelled it immediately by continuing to stroke his thick cock.

"Now, I think you have figured out that Brooke and I love each other very much," I said to Bob. "But she assures me she loves you just as much, or more. We want to show you just how much. Together."

I looked at Brooke with a grin and said, "Can I see him naked?"

"I'd love that."

"Can you strip him for me?" I asked her.

I stood and watched Brooke go to the chair and take off her husband's clothes. He had the typical forty-year-old bulges, but was in much better shape than most men his age. And that cock. Oh God, that great cock.

When she was done, I joined Brooke and we got on our knees on either side of his crotch. She was first to run her tongue up the length of his shaft, but I quickly joined her. I could feel the blood surging through him and the head of his cock was a bright pink. It was fun feeling Brooke's tongue collide with mine as we battled for space. Then I let her take him into her mouth, as long as I had equal time afterwards. I wasn't used to anything that long and thick, but I managed to get most of it in and let my lips and tongue do the rest.

Although Bob might have been happy if we just kept that up all night, I had other plans.

"Brooke, one of us needs to make him cum and I nominate you," I told her.

"But you're our guest," she answered.

"I insist. Get up there and let him fuck you while I watch," I said. "I might even help."

The smile on Brooke's face as she climbed onto Bob's lap was one of pure delight. I really did hope that they were reconnecting in a way they once had, earlier in their marriage. At the same time, I wanted Brooke to understand that it was OK for me to be a part of this and to enhance her enjoyment of the sex. I wasn't going to give her up without a fight.

It was great watching her slowly settle down on top of Bob's cock. I pondered what it felt like having something that big gradually penetrate my pussy. Only when she was firmly in place did I lean in and begin to lick on her tit. Soon I was sucking on it while they fucked.

Bob reached up and took my tit in his hand. He pinched the nipple and I moaned my approval. Brooke took it all in stride, undoubtedly fully focused on riding her husband's cock until they both came. Then I moved over and kissed Bob. A few seconds later, he had one of my tits in his mouth. Through it all, he kept pounding his cock into Brooke's pussy.

"I'm going to cum watching you two," Brooke warned us.

"That's the idea," I replied. "I want to hear it when you do."

"Oh, you will."

I alternated between the two of them, doing what I could to get them closer. I was attending to Brooke's tits when I felt Bob's hand on my pussy. He found my clit and my body twitched at his touch.

Then Brooke cried out, "Yes. I'm so close!"

The chair creaked as the pace of their fucking increased. I bit one of Brooke's nipples.

"Oh my God! Yes! Yes!"

She was holding my head with both hands.

"Ohhhh! Bob, fuck me harder. Please!"

I was sucking her tit when she came. Over and over she cried out as her orgasm built to a climax. Then we heard Bob groan and mumble something inaudible, followed by a fierce thrust of his cock upward, followed by another. Each one deposited a new stream of cum inside Brooke as they came together. I could only stand back and watch as their orgasms went on and on.

Finally, Brooke fell forward into Bob's arms and they held each other, his cock still inside her. It really was a wonderful sight...and I was so horny I could explode.

I let them rest for a moment, and then said, "OK, now that the preliminaries are over, I think it's time to get serious. Do we all agree that we're pretty comfortable with each other?"

Brooke separated herself from Bob, but remained seated in her husband's lap with his arm around her.

She said, "I'm fine. How about you, Bob?"

"That was fantastic," he agreed. "But Traci still needs to cum."

"That's where the comfort with each other is going to enter the picture," I explained, "because I'm not leaving this house until Bob's cock is inside me. Brooke can help, but I have to have that cock. We'll give you a few minutes to rest up, Bob, and then it's my turn."

We remained naked while refreshing our drinks and that only made me even more desperate as I watched two beautiful people strut around. I would have been very happy with Brooke's face between my legs, but each time I glanced at Bob's cock I wanted it more. I teased him with endless views of my pussy and ass, which might explain why he never actually got completely limp.

Another thirty minutes passed before Brooke said, "I can't wait any longer, guys. I want to watch this."

I said to Bob, "It's your choice this time. As you can tell, Brooke and I will agree to anything."

You could almost see the wheels turning inside his head, but I also figured he must have been thinking about this since the first session ended. He told me, "I think I'd like to see you eating Brooke while she sits on the couch. I'll be behind you. The rest should be obvious."

It was and Brooke readily took her place on the couch. She spread her legs and I got into place. It was nice to taste her sweet pussy once again, just like when she and I were together for the first time. Only on this occasion I heard Bob move up behind me. Then I felt his hands on my ass, caressing my cheeks and massaging the skin. I drove my tongue deep inside Brooke and felt Bob's cock resting on top of my ass. Without seeing it, I had the impression it was once again rock hard.

I was licking Brooke's clit when I first felt the cock at the entrance to my pussy. I spread my legs a little bit farther apart. The head of his cock split me open and I prepared myself for the penetration. However, nothing prepared me for the incredible sensation of Bob's cock entering me like a log, forcing apart my pussy and filling my body.

I moaned out loud, my face buried between Brooke's legs. Bob pulled back, but not completely out. He thrust into me again and I used my arms as shock absorbers. Then he was fucking me and I had his wife's clit in my mouth.

God, that was the best sex had ever felt to me. A huge cock inside me and a juicy clit between my lips. Then Bob reached under me and took my tits in his hands. I was in heaven. His pace picked up when I also reached up and put my hands on Brooke's breasts. Whatever Bob did to mine, I did to hers. Meanwhile, the room was filled with the sound of Bob's body smacking into my ass each time he pushed forward.

Before I lost all of my senses, I looked back and told Bob, "Cum wherever you want. I'm not picky."

It was a good thing I got that out of the way, because as soon as he put his hand on my clit, I was ready to cum. Brooke also seemed close, with her body quivering harder and harder the more I sucked on her clit.

Almost without warning, my orgasm started. I shouted out as my body released wave after wave of ecstasy. I clutched at the edge of the couch, resting my head on Brooke's inner thigh. I could feel the muscles in my pussy grip Bob even harder. He never slowed down and I came several times in succession.

The moment I licked Brooke again, she had her orgasm. At least now I could hold myself in place a little better to make sure she finished. When she did, Bob pulled out and told me to face him.

He was masturbating and I barely got turned before shot after shot of his cum struck me in the face and chest. I loved the feeling of it and I licked as much as I could from around my mouth. It dripped onto my tits and stomach and Bob spread it around with his cock. Jesus, that man could cum.

So, now that we knew Bob was buying into the 'Brooke is bi and I love her even more because of it' reality, it was a matter of expanding on what we had started. Brooke's goal was to improve her marriage. My goal was to turn Bob into a sexual machine that either of us could use at any time. I didn't get a chance to discuss it at length with Brooke until we had lunch a few days later.

"What do you think ought to be our next step with Bob?" I asked Brooke.

"I've been thinking about that," she admitted between bites of her salad. "But most of my ideas centered around what I would want. Like, having him watch you and me or listening to you cum while he fucked me. But I know you are better at guessing what HE would want most. Do you have any ideas?"

"Please don't get upset at this, Brooke, but I believe he wants both of us equally," I said. "Remember what I said before. Better sex with you is great, but being able to fuck somebody besides his wife is every man's dream, especially if the wife knows and is OK with it. In my opinion, we need to present him with a scenario where he's allowed to 'cheat' with me and then combine that with sex with you."

I could see Brooke thinking that over, followed by a slight nodding of her head.

"Yeah, that might be a possibility. I sure wish I could see the cheating part, though," she said with a grin.




Brooke Ch. 02



"Or a video of the cheating part?"

Her eyes widened and Brooke said, "You would do that?"

"If it means being fucked by Bob, yes."

As she ate, I said, "But it would be much better if you were there and I know how we can do it. Plus, you can still have a video of the whole thing."

I outlined the plan and Brooke agreed to every part of it. All that remained was getting Bob to fall into the trap, but that would likely be quite easy.

It began with a text I sent to Bob's phone in which I pleaded to see him alone some evening after work. He replied it would have to be at my place, which was exactly what I was going to suggest anyway. We set the day and time. Then I gave the info to Brooke, who said she could easily tell Bob she had to work late that day. As she explained to me later, he seemed very pleased at that news.

The rest was simple. I hid a small video camera in the corner of my living room and told Brooke she would be hiding in the loft overlooking the area. As long as she kept quiet, he'd never know.

It wasn't worth dwelling on for very long, but I did wonder about the quirkiness of Bob and Brooke's relationship. They had evolved into a tedious marriage in which neither of them gave much consideration to the desires or needs of the other. Brooke ended up succumbing to my advances and, yet, retained enough feeling for Bob to allow the threesome to occur. Bob accepted his wife's involvement with another woman as long as he benefited. Then, he readily consented to meeting the other woman alone. If the evening went as planned, they hopefully would come away from it with all questions about each other erased and their desire for each other renewed. Plus, they might learn a few tricks along the way that they could use later...alone.

Bob arrived a few minutes late and I welcomed him into my place with a hug and small kiss. He seemed nervous to me at first, but relaxed as we sat on the couch and talked. I wore a knit top that buttoned all the way down and made sure plenty of cleavage showed. I also had on a pair of sweat pants that tied at the top. For his convenience, I decided against a bra or panties. His eyes were all over me from the beginning and I felt my pussy responding.

"I really enjoyed the night at your place," I told him. "I hope you weren't upset with Brooke for what she and I did."

"It took me by surprise, for sure," he replied. "But it was one of the more stimulating things I'd ever seen, as you might have been able to tell."

"Yes, I could tell. I'm glad you agreed to play along."

I spent the next few minutes walking around, resupplying the drinks and snacks, making sure I bent over every now and then to give him a view of my tits and ass. I didn't believe I had to do much teasing with Bob to get him to respond, and I was proven right when I was standing with my back to him very near the couch. I thought I heard him get up and then I felt his arms wrap around me.

"I love your body, Traci," he said with his face against my hair on one side.

I put my hands on his and said, "I'm glad. I like showing it to you."

He pulled me tighter against his body and moved his hands up to my tits. He massaged them through my shirt for a moment and then slid his fingers inside. As much as I enjoyed what he was doing and, hopefully, what he was about to do, my thoughts were with Brooke in the loft. She was behind us so I couldn't see that she was leaning out to get a better view with her hand already working its way onto her pussy. I was concerned about her for no reason.

Bob squeezed my nipples and I moaned, tilting my head back to him. He kissed my neck and I began to feel his erection against my ass.

"I want you to do anything you want," I said softly. "I'm all yours tonight, Bob."

"I want to make you cum until you beg me to stop, Traci."

He was unbuttoning my shirt.

"I'm not sure I'll ever want to stop."

Bob pulled my shirt off and spun me around, kissing me frantically while his hands grasped my tits. Then he lowered his head and sucked on my tits, sending jolts all the way down to my pussy. I reached out for his crotch and found his hard cock, gripping it the best I could through his pants. I managed to get his shirt off between kisses and started to work on his pants, but he was intent on getting me naked so I waited while he yanked down my sweatpants. I kicked them aside and let him hold and lick and suck nearly every inch of me.

By then I was desperate for his big cock and got away from him long enough to get him naked. As I expected, his cock was almost fully erect already and I wasn't sure how long I could put off letting him put it inside me.

But I wanted to put on a show for the camera and for Brooke, so I reached over to the table and put some salsa on my finger while Bob watched. Then I spread it over his cock, looked up at him with a smile, and slowly began to lick it off. I didn't think it was possible for him to get any harder, but each lick seemed to make it happen. Soon, I had him between my lips and onto my tongue, lowering my head until I felt him on the back of my throat. He started to rock back and forth and I matched his rhythm with a prolonged blowjob.

Brooke had her jeans open and was rubbing her clit at a pretty good pace. If I had been next to her I probably would have warned her to slow down, there was going to be a lot more to see, yet.

At the first taste of precum seeping from Bob's cock, I stood up and let him hold me.

He told me, "I want to fuck you now. I can't wait any longer."

He sat on the couch and put his arms out, inviting me to sit on his lap. My eyes were locked onto his immense cock as I went to him and I let my pussy rub against it while I settled into place. I was leaning slightly forward and Bob pinched my nipples, knowing what it did to me. I withheld a yelp and lifted myself so I could put the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy.

I already knew what it was going to be like to feel him slide inside of me. Still, I gasped as I lowered myself and he pushed up. My eyes were closed and my mouth was open silently until I felt my ass on his lap.

"Oh my God that feels so good," I finally sighed. "Now fuck me, Bob."

With his hands on my hips, he did just that. I was so wet and ready for him we quickly were fucking at a speed that normally would have made me cum in a minute. But as we were both getting closer, he put his hands on my ass and told me, "Wrap your legs around my waist."

With that, he stood up, supporting me with his arms as my legs gripped his body. I put my arms around his neck and we stood, his cock never ceasing to fuck me. I moaned with delight, never having felt anything as sensual as what we were doing.

"Harder, Bob. Fuck me harder!"

After another minute, he carried me over to a long coffee table that I used mostly to throw magazines onto. To my surprise, he laid me on it and continued to fuck me as I clung to the wooded edges. He was on his knees, thrusting that huge cock into me as fast as he could. He leaned down to suck on my tits and I knew my orgasm was near.

But he wasn't ready, yet.

"Get on your hands and knees, Traci."

He pulled out and I gladly obeyed. With my legs spread, he slammed back into me from behind and the fucking began again. He put his hands on my tits and I reached down for my clit.

"Almost there," I warned him.

"Cum for me, Traci. I want to hear you."

My entire body seemed to be filled with tremors, from my tits to my pussy.

"God, yes Bob! Harder!"

I thought he would shove me off the table with the force of his thrusts.

"Now! Now!" I cried out. "Ohhhhhh fuck!"

I came loud and long. My hair flew back and forth as I shook my head with the power of my orgasm. Midway through, Bob came with an animalistic grunt and shot after shot of cum poured into my pussy. I begged him to keep fucking me, in spite of his prediction I would beg him to stop. But he couldn't cum anymore and we rested with my head on the table and his body leaning on my ass, his cock still hard inside me.

"Jesus, Traci. You're pretty good for someone who likes women."

I giggled and said, "There are advantages to both."

He eventually let me off the table and we fell onto the couch together. Above us, Brooke had somehow successfully postponed her own orgasm, but was only half dressed and well beyond horny. Her turn would come soon enough.

Bob and I stayed naked and my heart raced at what I knew was about to happen. Yes, I was still comprehensive, but cautiously optimistic the night would be successful. Fifteen minutes passed before it happened and Brooke told me later she was making sure Bob was at least a little recovered from his session with me.

From off to our side, walking out of a hallway came Brooke completely nude. Bob was definitely shocked, but showed no signs of being the least bit embarrassed. Perhaps Brooke's smile and look of playfulness helped.

"That was fun to watch," she said, approaching her husband and me.

"You saw it?"

"The whole thing. I loved the coffee table part."

Bob was standing and Brooke went straight into his arms.

He said, "We should try that at home sometime."

As they kissed, I saw Bob getting hard again. This was going to work, for sure.

"Unless Brooke cheated on us up there in the loft," I said. "she should be pretty horny. What do you say we take care of that, Bob?"

"Together, I hope."

"Absolutely," I told him.

He put Brooke on her back on the couch and I went straight to her tits while he got between her legs. Bob and I needed a few more minutes to recover so we spent considerable time working over her tits and clit. She was writhing and pleading for Bob to fuck her. I looked down and damn if his cock wasn't huge again. He was quickly becoming an idol of mine as I saw him more and more as a fucking machine.

It was great fun watching him climb on top of her and plunge his cock deep inside her pussy. Brooke's legs encircled his waist and I continued to suck on her tits while they fucked. In time, I backed off and just watched as they rolled together, nearly falling off the couch on more than one occasion. Of course, Brooke came first, but that worked because I'm pretty sure she came multiple times, crying out loudly the entire time. Bob joined her just as she was finishing and the entire scene was fantastic to watch. I was sure that part of the video would be a favorite of theirs.

Bob wouldn't leave that night without being allowed to watch Brooke and I make each other cum at least once. Somehow, he managed to shower us both with loads of cum at the end.

Most importantly, they were becoming a sexually obsessed couple once again and I was reaping the rewards. The future looked bright for the three of us, as I would soon find out.



Brooke Ch. 02



Brooke would have laughed if the woman had revealed she thought of this as a kidnapping. The two young women simply thought this rich bitch wanted an adventure, a distraction in her mundane shopping life, a bit of rough play.

"Now crawl over here and lick my fingers." Brooke told her. She nodded at Carlene who was waiting eagerly behind the woman. She crawled over to Brooke and started to lick the hand that was shoved into her face. Brooke sat with the dress up around her waist, legs open in anticipation.

Sandy was mortified to be naked in this stranger's apartment licking her own juices from their fingers. It was as though it was a nightmare and someone else was pulling the strings; she wasn't responsible for this lewd act. 

Her mind rebelled and she was about to protest when someone touched her from behind. Smooth hands caressed her bottom and thighs. It was delicious. From the moment she had stripped in that awful room extraordinary sensations had caught her off guard and now she was succumbing to them all over again.

Brooke lifted her legs over the arms of the easy chair spreading them wide. She moved Sandy's hand between her legs with the woman's lips still licking away at them. Pulling her hand away the woman's face dropped into her crotch. With a hand gripping Sandy's hair Brooke thrust her hips ensnaring Sandy's face into her crotch. 

Carlene moved in on queue and sucked at Sandy's lips nudging her asshole with her nose. She grabbed the woman's breasts and squeezed. Sandy made bubbling noises between Brooke's pussy lips; the sounds were muffled words and groans of illicit pleasure.

The light shone through the window on the scene with the three women's bodies locked together, locked into their own little world of pleasure. Sandy, unused to such an onslaught upon her body soon came, but wasn't released. 

The two young friends' had played this sort of game many times and knew how to make the pleasure last. 

Carlene's tongue and fingers worked her skilfully with an enthusiasm that came from a desire that it would be her turn soon. With such devilish illicit sensations spurring her on Sandy delved deep into Brooke with teeth grazing the young woman's bud, almost gnawing on it in animal lust.

Brooke's orgasm was less physical and more mentally satisfying from teaching this rich bitch not to look down on her. If she saw her out shopping in the future this woman would know to lower her head in shame. Or, maybe something more, maybe the woman would look at her with lust in her eyes.

That was an interesting idea. "Ok bitch you can start on Carlene now. First, what do you say? Thank you . . ." Brooke looked down at Sandy on all fours the woman's head pinched between her thighs. Brooke squeezed in way of encouragement.

The woman looked confused and a little distraught. 'Funny thing an orgasm it affects every one differently.' Brooke mused. "Well? What does my little white bitch have to say for herself?"

"Thank you, mistress." She whispered.

"After all that effort a little more enthusiasm is called for." She said while gesturing with a hand to Carlene. 

"Owwww!" Sandy yelped. Carlene raised her hand to slap the woman's ass again but was stopped by a look from Brooke.

"Your little white bitch says a big thank you for making me cum sooo much, mistress." She said looking up through the neat fringe with big wide blue eyes.

Brooke smiled at the tone of voice. This rich woman was talking like a little namby-pamby rich girl to her daddy expecting an expensive present. Well that was cutting no ice with her.

"You're dismissed bitch. Crawl over to Carlene and learn something." 

She watched the woman's white ass wiggle across the room and wondered if it was too tight for one of her toys. 'Hell! Why not? She could leave if she didn't enjoy the rough treatment. That's what she's here for isn't it?' She thought while grinning at the look of anticipation on Carlene's face.

Sandy whimpered uncontrollably into the girls' pussy sending vibrations of pleasure over the sopping lips. At least she wasn't being suffocated as before as this one had spread her legs wide. She could feel tongue and jaw aching now the orgasm had waned.  

The tingling was still there but at least she could now think straight. She had never ever experienced such powerful feelings; they had taken her over so completely it left a serious doubt about her sexual preferences. Disturbing doubts. 

Carlene leaned back into the sofa with a pleasant smile upon her face. The technique was lousy but she could stand it all day if necessary. A bit of playing around being submissive with her friend was one thing but this rich pampered woman was beyond the pale. 'Why was she debasing herself like this? Who cares anyway?' She thought.

"Oh!" A muffled yelp from Sandy sent an added vibration into Carlene. 

"Hey! Don't blow in me I don't want to be pussy farting the rest of the day." Carlene complained.

Sandy tried escaping into the young woman's crotch from an unexpected attack on her ass. She hardly noticed the soothing feel of oil being applied to her crack. When a hard something pressed her asshole the pain caused her to react.

She froze and needed prodding by Carlene to continue the delicious labour of licking and sucking and probing. She was learning but wouldn't earn full marks yet.

Brooke sat back in the arm chair with a remote control in one hand, her pussy in the other and a devious smile plastered across her face. Pressing a button made the dildo in Sandy's ass wriggle. Sandy yelped involuntarily moving forward pressing her face into Carlene's pussy causing her to groan from the extra stimulation.

Another button was pressed and Carlene felt teeth sawing across her on button and let out a groan. Brooke sat back twiddling her swollen lips, pressing buttons, watching the two women reacting. 

First one would push forward with a yelp then the other would groan or bark or whimper. It was both amusing and sexy to watch. Brooke pinched and pulled at lips and rubbed her clit in time with the two of them motivated by the remote control she held.

***

Sandy collapsed on the floor unaware her tormentors had fallen asleep. Just before she too fell into a troubled sleep disturbing thoughts roamed her mind. She hoped her boyfriend paid the ransom quickly. 

'I've never had so many deep orgasms in my life they are turning me into a sex fiend. They've already made me so submissive I can't think straight. I can't stand much more of this humiliation otherwise I'll never be the same again.'

***

Brooke noticed a shadow loom over her. The outline of a large man in a suit was all she could see. How long had he been watching them was the first thought that came to mind.

"Get up Sandy." He said calmly. His deep commanding voice was casual but somehow it resonated with menace.

She watched another man pull Carlene off the sofa by her hair and dump her in a heap on the floor. Brooke couldn't move. She lay back in the easy chair with her legs spread where she had been busy on her pussy. It glistened in the sunshine wet and slippery.

In a panic she drew her legs together and knees up to her chest to protect her nakedness. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Get out!" She shouted. 

The panic drove her anger but before she could act a slap across the ass and another across her head stopped her cold sending a shiver of fright through her body. She sat there realising they meant business what ever it was.

One of the men pulled both arms up above her head while the other ripped the dress clean in two leaving it to slither to the floor.

"You keep quiet and your friend doesn't get hurt." He said. The matter of fact tone to his voice told her this was his trade and he knew what he was about. She looked across at Carlene crumpled into a ball on the floor and nodded her head. 

Brooke saw there were three of them. One had dressed Sandy by pulling the dress over her body. Another had a hold of Brook's arms behind her back. The other pulled Carlene off the floor holding her by the arm dangling her off the floor like a toy. 

"Stand up woman or you'll hurt your arm." He told her. If he shook her while holding her like that he would dislocate her shoulder. Eventually she extended her legs and touched the floor with her toes.

"We're ready to go." The tallest of the three strangers said. 

They all wore black suits with black wraparound sunglasses hiding their eyes. With black highly polished shoes and deep-bronzed tans the only other colour about them was the bright white shirts. No personality had been revealed just the quiet controlled menacing voice meaning Brooke should not mess with them, or else.

Two by two they left the building. Carlene was partly dressed but Brooke was manhandled naked out into the street. Her shapely figure was noticed immediately and a three-man crowd cheered. 

It was choked off on focusing on the big man gripping her arms. If there had been more support the young men would have assaulted the three white men just for being there let alone roughing up one of their own. 

Even so they made a move then thought better of it when the three stopped dead and stared at them in unison like a wall ready to fall upon them. Before Brooke could plead for help a slight shake shot a stabbing pain through her arms. She felt like a rag doll in the hands of petulant child. 

Pushed into the back of a Cadillac she fell to the floor and was stamped on by Sandy as she too was pushed in after her. She looked up at the legs resting on her and almost sobbed. No she was not going to give in as the other two had. Given the chance she would fight.

One large shape slid behind the wheel and one beside Sandy with is feet holding Brooke to the floor; where was Carlene? The muffled thump of the trunk answered her question. The third man slumped down into the passenger seat up front. 

He turned to the back and slapped Brooke on the rump. "Keep your head down. We are going to deliver you to the boss. He wants a word with you." He said.

The perfect diction and callous disregard for her condition spelt professional. Brooke wasn't going to test the idea by arguing or even opening her mouth. She was in trouble and would find out what kind soon enough. 

On the ride she wondered what she had done over the last few weeks. There hadn't been anything exciting or too over the top recently. Was it something remotely connected with a trick or game she had played on someone?

The car slowed to a stop and she contemplated trying for the door handle. Before she could react Sandy grabbed it and rattled it seriously, violently, desperately pulling at it. Neither of the guys up front nor the man holding her down reacted. They were serious guys knowing their business and of course it was locked.

Sandy sobbed silently, her shoulders humping up and down being the only clue. 

Brooke heard the spatter of a gravel road and considered this was their destination. Either they were out of town in the country and this was a one-way trip or they had arrived at a rich someone's home. 'Who?' She thought 'Or should it be whom?' She felt like asking them to drop her off at the college library to check it out.

Brooke was right about the second guess this was a rich mans home. The three women were ushered out of the car and trunk, this time a little more decorously. The three men gave them time to pull their clothing together. Watching the other two Brooke became even more embarrassed and wrapped her arms tighter about a naked body for maximum coverage.

'This is no way to enter a rich mans home.' She thought. A giggle almost broke from her lips but it turned into a dry sob before it could become hysteria. 

'I will not be scared!' She told herself.

The six of them marched into the house, through shadowy corridors and out into the sunlight once more. Brooke was impressed with the luxury of the house. It wasn't so much a house as a well-appointed mausoleum. Stone statues and marble were in plentiful supply out by the pool too only on a grander scale. 

***

A man's bald shiny head appeared over the edge of the pool. 

Shiny head was obviously the boss and he didn't look pleased to see them. His smile directed at Sandy was a grimace. He obviously knew her so that answered the mystery as to what this was all about. Sandy was keeping a low profile as though she could hide out here in the sun beside the pool.

The largest of the three suites bent over his boss then gave up trying to bend his iron frame so got down on one knee. They talked quietly all the while Mr Shiny looked at her with a look of a barracuda eyeing lunch. They both looked at the three women and the bald man grimaced. As usual no expression registered on Mister Black Suit number one. 

"So you're the bitch who kidnapped my friend. She is, or was my personal assistant. Very personal! I'll have to go to the trouble of finding someone new." He said while shaking his head slowly attempting a look of sorrow and failing. It didn't seem as though this man was familiar with personal pain or the concept of not getting what he wanted.

"I'll be your personal assistant. I can be very personal. I'm good at very personal." Brooke blurted out trying to bat her eyelashes at him. Maybe this would work out after all. He was appraising her body like every man she had ever met. When she met his eyes a cold shiver cancelled out the suns warmth.

There was a nice view over the valley and the pool was designed to look as though it spilt over the edge. She made a wish but as usual nothing happened. Maybe if she had a coin to throw in the pool it might help. There was no point in patting her pockets she had none.

"Nice try but not good enough. If it had been my wife you would have been dead by now. For what you did to Sandy you will be punished. No one touches what belongs to me." The boss told her. 

Two of the black suites dragged a heavy chair over, its legs squealing annoyingly on the dry surface of the marble. They just as casually walked behind Brooke and took her arms in a firm grip. The two suits stretched her over the back of the chair to tie her wrists to its arms. 

Number one suit appeared before her undoing his leather belt. In the limited vision she had, bent over the chair, she watched him slip it from around his waist like a snake uncurling. He straightened and flexed his muscles like a wall heaving in an earthquake. 

'Damn him and damn them all.' She thought. She hung her head in shame knowing what the punishment was. She was mortified at the thought of it. 

They intended to thrash her in front of everyone, before her beloved friend Carlene. Her legs squirmed uncontrollably. There was no escape she would have to take the punishment and try not to give them the satisfaction of screaming.

The sound reached her brain as a muffled sound as though far away for she was desperately trying to separate her self from the awful humiliation happening behind her. The pain quickly followed and she bit heavily on her bottom lip. The boss watched her closely so she closed her eyes in defence.

He was just a couple of feet away looking up at her smiling adding to the humiliation with his own brand of enjoyment. He was branding her soft cheeks without even leaving the pool.

She was surprised it had ended so quickly. They may be experts in exerting pressure on men, as their look was enough to curb dissent, but here her stepfather could have taught them a more effective technique.

Number one suit stood to one side where she could look down at his shiny black shoes while he buckled his belt. 'Was it really over?' She thought. 'They didn't seem so tough.' She decided. One of the other two suits silently pulled the buttons of his fly open. A zip would have been heard and understood giving Brooke some warning.

Brooke felt a large pair of hands grip her hips and something hard prod her lips. At last she understood the punishment had seriously begun. "No!" She yelled. The sound escaped her lips without thought before she could clamp her mouth shut. The boss stared at her with grip she couldn't shake. 

She tried to shake her head free of the fear coursing through her body. She told herself to relax and make it easier on her poor pussy. She watched the boss nod and felt the hard throbbing cock shaft her. It plunged in all the way seeming to stretch tight muscles. 

He was big but she had taken Carlene fitted with larger dildos. He wouldn't hurt her but she had to try and relax. A little whimper escaped her lips for she had just realised how excited her body had become. This was a nightmare but her body was responding to it. The boss was smiling benignly at her as though watching a favourite bitch being mounted. 

The bosses face swam in her vision as the big black suit rocked her back and forth with her head nodding in rhythm. He was rough riding her and she could feel every movement and the occasional deep thrust hitting the entrance to her womb. She felt everything in a detached mood except her breathing was now ragged with gasps every time he rubbed the spot.

The bald man continued his amused gaze, which she tried to return with equal calm. It was a game she was destined to lose but she was determined.

A final pounding and he stopped. She felt the quivering shake as he spurted deep into her. As though her body had been lying to her, just fooling all along that she was in control it gave in to a sudden small orgasm. She moaned a little gasp partly in surprise. Her whole body shivered. It was not a pleasant thing as with someone she wanted, it was a release from an ordeal endured.

Brooke watched another pair of black shiny shoes walk around the side of her and when they stopped she closed her eyes tight. The third black suit had taken up position behind her. Her arse was pointing up at him exposing everything but it was his disinterest that was so humiliating. 

She gritted her teeth no longer able to play the bitter game with their horrid boss. She closed her eyes in shame. "No!" She squawked. This time it was a plea for mercy rather than a shout of defiance. 

She felt his hard cock nudge her in the wrong place. She opened her eyes in anguish looking at the bald man languidly leaning on the edge of the pool before her. She cried out again abandoning any hope of keeping up an appearance of strength. "Please! Not that. You'll hurt me." She pleaded. 

There wasn't the slightest trace of pity in those eyes. Trying to unclench her cheeks in anticipation of the pain and the indignity, she braced herself. With the last remaining strength she summoned the will to relax. It would be less painful if she could just let him in. 

The head of his penis pressed against her dry arse hole. A last desperate plea was summoned as she gazed into the boss's eyes begging for release. It was a forlorn hope. The man looked over her shoulder and nodded his head. She felt the penis thrust in, more slowly this time for she was so tight. 

Her poor tight arse felt hot with pain. It was being stretched wide with his hardness pushing ever deeper. It seemed to go on forever deeper and deeper into her body. "No! Please stop. No more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She whimpered. 

One more time she opened her eyes to plead with her tormentor only to see a sardonic grin without the slightest shadow of pity on his face. The relief at feeling the hard thrusting rhythm slow then stop was short lived as he jerked on an orgasm. The relief turned to great shame as she felt his hot sperm warming a deeper part of her anal passage. 

The monster had given her a sperm enema. Tears formed in her eyes on feeling the indignity of what he had done to her. She collapsed in a heap over the chair unable to believe she could stand any more of this abuse.




Brooke Ch. 02



"Well I think that's enough, for now." The Boss told her. "You had better thank these, gentleman for your punishment."

Number one suit stood in front of her and lifted her head by the hair and she managed to speak. "Thank you for thrashing me." She sobbed.

Another suit held her head up looking at the make-up smeared face. "Thank you for fucking me." She said with a sniff. 

The last black suited stranger lifted her head and she was tempted to spit in his face as he peered at her. If she had the energy or saliva it would have been worth it what ever they did in retaliation. "Thank you for raping my ass." She whimpered.

Wasn't it enough to have defiled her body that they had to make her thank them? How much did they want to smash her self-esteem? At least it was over. If she had the strength to rise up, now the bonds had been cut from her wrists and ankles, she would run and hide. Hide from the world not just these monsters. They weren't human.

"One more thing before you leave. Carlene here will be my guest until you have paid in full for the damage you have done. In the meantime, I do like that word, meantime. Well, you will just have to do as you are told when summoned. Otherwise these gentlemen will bring you back here for something more unpleasant."

Mister number one suit took a hold of her arms and lifted her away. Falling onto the back seat she sprawled out over the leather. 

"Here take this." He handed her a card. "If anyone gives a card with that phrase you are to obey them. Whatever they want, you will do. Understood?" He asked coldly. 

She nodded her head. 

"Don't spill anything on the leather seats or you'll lick it off." He told her. Throwing a rag at her he turned his large shoulders to the front and the car sped away with a spurt of gravel.

She pulled the rag under her recognising it had been Carlene's dress. Her body was seeping sperm from her pussy and asshole. Though both were still numb she wondered how much they would hurt. The important thing in her little shattered life at the moment was not to contaminate the leather with their sperm leaking from her body.

***

Dumped on the sidewalk Brooke quickly scrambled to pull the dress on. Her breasts were larger and she was taller than Carlene so it hardly covered her. Despite the disgusting blobs of cum and juice splattered over it she was relieved to be away from those monsters, though not completely free.

Hurriedly she hobbled down the street to her apartment every move an agony.

***

Laying in a hot bath she tried to digest what the Boss had told her. He will keep Carlene until they both had repaid him, until fully punished. Brooke wondered what the hell he might do to her. That fiend said she would be his pet to play with and her treatment would depend on Brooke's obedience.

She read the business card and memorised the phrase. Whoever gave her that phrase would own her. "Damn!" She cried out. "Why me? Please let me wake up and let this be a nightmare." She shrieked. A thump from the ceiling told her there were normal people in the world with normal concerns, simply wanting a quiet evening in. 

Her world wouldn't be normal for some time to come. She dare not think what perverts would do to her in the next few weeks. Strangers would hand her a business card and expect her to perform for them. Surely there would be some way out of this disgusting mess! 



Brooke Ch. 03



The first card turns up- she receives her first task master. (It might be better to read the previous chapter to make sense of this chapter.)

*

Sunday morning Brooke awoke still fuzzy from a night of intense dreams. A deep feeling of loss turned to anger as she became aware; yesterday wasn't just a dream but a real nightmare of a day.

The knocking on the door with the doorbell ringing pulled her aching body from the bed. The impatient knock and bell ring! It could only be her friend Carlene. That bastard of a thug had let her go! She ran to the door and wrenched it open. As suddenly as the door was opened she slammed her arms around her naked body.

"Brooke?" the young man stammered.

The anger overflowed and she shouted at him. "What the hell do you want nerdy boy?" Brooke looked him up and down with an obvious look of disdain. She recognised him from school so he was nineteen, the same as Brooke, but she didn't know him well. 

Last time they met he had smiled shyly at her while trying to make conversation. They had been at the same high school and would be in the same college next week so he thought they could hang out together. She had shrugged her shoulders and turned away, spurning his attempted friendliness. 

Standing naked before a guy of her own age would be embarrassing but she felt infuriated and he was about to receive the full venom worked up from yesterday's disgusting degradation. He stood before her looking like a startled rabbit in the searing light of her fiery temper.

Before she could give him the benefit of her acid wit she noticed the blue card in a trembling outstretched hand. "Where did you get that? Talk!"

"My uncle," he managed to stammer.

"Shit! Who's your uncle?" she spat angrily. 

"Freddy," he said, sounding apologetic.

"A bald guy, with a swimming pool, fancy house out in the sticks, with body guards in black suits built like brick walls?" she demanded. 

"Yea, I guess so," he spluttered. 

"You had better come in," Brooke ordered.

"It's OK!" he said anxiously. "I didn't know it would be you! Sorry," he said in confusion.

He had enough presence of mind to hide the card in his hand but just stood staring at her.

"Don't stand there with your tongue hanging out looking stupid. I want a talk with you," she said, with more than a hint of a threat in her voice.

She turned quickly, expecting him to follow. He took a tentative step, following it with another, until he was through the door not thinking to close it. His eyes were on her ass, mesmerised by a dimple in the left cheek, formed with every stride.

"Close the door," she shot at him over a shoulder.

He hurried to comply then tripped along the corridor to catch up, only to fall into her bedroom.

"I'm getting dressed!" she complained.

"Here, give me that damn card," she ordered. Ripping it from his hand she cared little that he had, what was for him, a tantalising close up view of her naked body. He had seen everything when she opened the door and at the moment there were more important things than covering her nakedness.

One glance told her it was one of those cards. When someone presented one of these damnable cards she would have to obey them. Otherwise, her friend would suffer. The thought of Carlene held as a hostage by that mobster sent a shiver of fear through her. If she didn't play his cruel game her friend would be punished. The thought of what he might do to her brought her down.

"It's OK! I won't, I don't want to, I mean. I'll just go," William suggested. He didn't make a move while torn between ogling her body, feeling guilty and curious. What did his uncle have over her that she was working for him like this? It was bound to be over money but how did she get mixed up with him?

Brooke shook herself. She didn't notice his eyes following the bounce of her breasts as there were more pressing matters. "So, when did he give you that card," she asked, at last becoming calmer.

She picked up a dress from the floor to sniff a pit and shrugged it on over her head. It was less sweaty than she was.

"Last night. My father took me there on one of his rare family visits. He slipped me the card," William said, while following her into the kitchen. He remembered the smirk and suggestion that he could do whatever he wanted with the woman. He felt belittled by the suggestion that he could lose his virginity at last.

"I didn't know it was you. I don't want you," he hesitated, unable to continue with uncle's vulgar words in his head.

"What? You don't like black pussy?" she smirked at his timidity.

"Yea, I mean, I don't expect you to, err, to honour the agreement. I'll just make something up," he said lamely.

"Do you like your coffee black?" she asked.

Realising the milk was off he nodded his head.

"You're going to help me with this," she told him, waving the card and shoving a mug of coffee at him.

"Did you see Carlene?" she said, with a look of worry on her face.

He wrinkled his brow in confusion. "Could be, I didn't see her face but saw someone there," he stopped short. He knew they were good friends and wondered what it was all about.

"Did you see her or not?" she yelled at him. Calming herself she asked again. "What did you see, Willy," she asked more gently. 

He looked away. "A young woman, she was naked. She ran from the pool when we came in. I only got a glimpse of her, didn't know it was Carlene but it could have been," he said, trying to pacify her.

"Was it that bitch, what's her name, Sandy?" Brooke asked.

"No, I didn't see her. That was unusual, she's usually waiting on uncle all the time," he said.

"I guess you didn't bother to look at the naked girls face!" Brooke said testily. 

"She slipped away quickly before my dad could see her," William said, in defence. "She was slim, short, dark short hair," he shrugged.

"Must be her," Brooke sighed.

"What's going on Brooke? Why is she there?" he asked, leaving out the question of why she was subjecting herself to this card thing.

"She's there to make sure I do as I'm told. Whenever someone presents one of these cards I have to follow instructions," she grimaced.

"Bloody hell," William whistled.

"Exactly right," she whispered. "You gointa help me outa this?"

"What can I do?" he asked. 

He looked as though he meant it and while she had him hooked intended wringing out of him every little bit of sympathy. "You can help by giving a good report to your uncle. First, tell me all you know about him."

He told her a little about uncle Freddy's background but wasn't sure what he got up to these days. There was some kind of drug connection as well as sordid clubs, and gambling, but his side of the family kept clear of that so-called business.

"We visit rarely as he's considered the black sheep of the family. My mom hates him. Dad doesn't tell her I visit with him," he added.

"When are you supposed to report back on my compliant behaviour?" she asked.

"I'm supposed to phone him tonight. Oh! A message, you're supposed to go to a club, the Golden Chain. Be there by seven," he said, with a shrug, meaning he had no idea what it meant.

Brooke grimaced. She had never been there but knew of its bad reputation and that was enough of a clue as what was expected of her. "What about the police? Do they watch him or want him?" she asked.

"Dad said he keeps away from the sharp end of the business these days. I guess they know of him," William explained.

Brooke wished her friend was here. Carlene would have been able to work out some kind of plan. Either the consternation showed on her face or she had thought out loud for William butted in on her thoughts.

"I can help, I want to," he said.

"We need to get Carlene out of there, she's in serious trouble and so am I, if we don't," she sighed, leaving what sort of trouble unsaid. It seemed she had accepted the need of help and he was the only one at the moment. 

"There might be a way. When I was little I fell into the pool drainage channel. There's a grill the other end, outside the walls. If it could be loosened that's a way in and out," he said. His excitement grew as he thought it through.

"Uncle Freddy doesn't get up until late, so the best time to break in would be early in the morning," he enthused. 

Brooke pulled him to her for a strong hug. "Do you think you could get us in?" she breathed into his ear. "I would be so grateful," she cooed. She felt his cock hardening and pressed up against him. His innocence and sincerity was a refreshing change from the abusive men she had encountered recently. 

She kissed him on the cheek. "I know you can do it," she smiled reassuringly. 

The details of how it would be accomplished were driven from his mind. A beautiful woman, dressed in just a light summer dress, was holding him close. This was beyond his experience and he was unsure of what to do.

"How am I going to get there? What if we get caught? The guards will be there and there's security cameras!" he exclaimed.

The last thing Brooke needed was for this nerdy guy to wimp out on her. "You need to report back to your Uncle. That will make him think he has me where he wants me. He won't be expecting anything then." She pushed him away holding his hands. 

"You had better use that card, just to make it sound real on the phone," she said, affecting a demure expression. She looked up at him intently with head slightly down and to one side. She was trying to make him feel more assured but he just stood there.

The signals were all there for him to make a play for her so she could tell him, 'not until the job is done.' He was responding to her but nothing doing. It occurred to her he was a virgin. She almost laughed at him. Instead she led him from the kitchen back to her bedroom. 

He meekly followed. She stood with head down so as not to show her amusement. The sun shone brightly through the dress illuminating her luscious body. This was more erotic for him than being naked. She could see his cock growing harder in his pants.

She had already pushed too far. It would be humiliating for him to cum in his pants so she had to work quickly. There was no time for the demure girly act. She took a firm grip of his shoulders to guide him onto the bed. 

"Lift your hips," she told him. Pulling the jeans down to his knees she licked his thighs. Thankfully he still smelt of shower gel and spray. He must have doused himself and rushed over eager to meet the mystery woman.

His cock throbbed against her cheek. There was no time for niceties. She sucked it into her mouth and only then realised how large it was. It was about the size of Carlene's strap on dildo she had so often sucked. 

Brooke was going to try the usual submissive act but thought better of it. She dare not look up at him with admiring girly eyes, as the slightest encouragement would set him off. She gripped the base of his cock tight to hold him back. He would be all the more grateful if she made him feel like a stud.

William had gazed in admiration at the exotic silhouette through her dress. As though in a dream he had sat on the bed and watched her undo his trousers. For a moment he was in a panic for she would see his erection and this had always been hidden with embarrssment. Watching her toss back the long hair and lean into his crotch almost made him cum. 

He didn't want to spoil the moment by spurting into her face. He felt anxious wondering what to do. Brooke and her crowd had always been way out of reach to him. He couldn't believe she was holding his cock. He watched, so mesmerised by the image, he was unable to feel her licking his thighs. It was a wonderful creamy pale flickering tongue.

He watched his cock hit her cheek and gasped. Was she going to do that wonderful thing to him? Surely not! He watched her lips form over its head and gasped out loud. The lips were light inside with perfect white teeth gently nudging it. He felt the wonderful soft plump lips grip the head of his cock. 

He felt elated and ashamed all at the same time. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to do this he would do anything for her, anything at all. Instead he watched his cock slide between those luscious dark lips. There was a hesitation, a tighter grip. His eyes widened in shock. 

Those wonderful lips kissed his crotch. Her chin was pressing against his balls. She had swallowed his cock entirely! He seemed to have lost touch with reality. It was as though he were watching a blue movie and it was happening to someone else. It was probably the only way he held on.

Brandi felt him twitch, ready to cum. She didn't want to taste his sperm so pushed her head right down into his crotch. If he spurted now it would be past her tongue straight down her throat. She hesitated a moment but nothing happened. She assumed it was inexperience making him nervous, unable to cum. She didn't want that either.

Her head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm while gripping tight with her lips for plenty of suction. A hand delicately massaged his balls with the occasional scrape of a long fingernail. 

With her lips gripping the head of his penis she looked up at him through narrowed eyes. She moaned loudly for the reverberations to tingle his cock. It was time to pull out all the stops. 

With a loud sucking noise she let go of the cock to look up at him with a pained expression. "Cum for me, please. I need your cum, from this great big cock," she whispered hoarsely, while stroking its length and fondling his balls. She licked some fluid then with exaggerated delicacy kissed its eye. 

"Do you want to cum over me?" she asked sweetly. The expression of rapture on his face told her he was too far gone for an answer. She would just have to work on him.

She sucked a ball into her mouth then licked up his cock. All the time her hand worked him hard. At last he was about to cum. 

William watched every move. He knew she was talking to him but couldn't concentrate on what she meant. The sensations were overpowering. He knew this was the moment he was going to cum. His back straightened, his legs stiffened, his cock thrust upward. 

He buried his cock in her mouth and the orgasm rocked him. Her mouth and throat gripped his cock tight but still he needed to reach further. He needed to enter her body to spurt his seed deep inside.

His body slumped back on the bed. His breathing calmed from the deep gasps of a moment ago. He opened his eyes not seeing the ceiling yet seeing everything in sharp focus. It was the very first time with a woman. He hadn't imagined it like this. He thought it would be a quick fumble under the sheets in the dark.

His mind raced over all that had happened since she had opened the door. There was no doubt in his mind now. What ever it took he would save her by rescuing her friend.



Brooke Ch. 03



My sister Brooke made the f'ockey team at St. Mary's and was really excited about it. This has been a dream of her's for a couple of years. She was now in the shower of the hotel room we shared. We had just left the tryouts, and she wanted to shower before we got something to eat. 

The guys from a frat house invited the team and the new girls to a frat party, and Brooke wanted to go. I had reservations about it, but I didn't want to spoil her fun.

While waiting on her to finish up, I logged on to my lap top and googled the address on the flyer, and discovered it was just a few blocks from our hotel, which made it convenient for us to walk. I didn't especially want to drive because I was sure there'd be plenty of beer there, and I didn't want to risk getting stopped on the way back to the hotel after the party.

Looking at the flyer, I noticed that it was nondescript. It implied that the party was hosted by the college, but after the discussion with the guys at the school, I was sure it was a frat party. The presentation of the flyer, I was sure, was to lure unsuspecting girls. 

I saved the directions to my iPhone, and just as they loaded, Brooke's phone rang, giving me an instant erection. I probably need to explain this. About a year ago, Brooke asked me to download MC Hammers's song, "You Can't Touch This" and convert it to a ring tone for her phone, which I did. The song has special significance to Brooke, and to me for that matter. Brooke and three of her f'ockey friends have perfected a sexy dance routine to the song, and every time they're over at the house, they practice it. If you aren't familiar with the song, google it and watch the video. The dance Brooke and her friends do is similar to the video, but has some added features.

Their dance routine is highly charged sexually and quite erotic, which causes me to instantly get aroused. When the song starts, they go at it, sexily dancing to the music. Near the beginning of the song you hear the words, 'My, my, my, my." To the four distinct beats, in a synchronized manner which they have perfected, they remove their tops, and perform most of the song in their shorts and bras. Watching Brooke and her three sexy friends dancing like this always gets me hard. I think that's why they do it so much when I'm around. When Hammer sings, "You Can't Touch This," the girls lean back, spread their knees apart and place their hands over their crotch and mouth the words, "You Can't Touch This!" When they did this, they looked directly at me as they sang and covered themselves. They were always teasing me, but I didn't mind at all. I think they were also aware of the effect their dance had on me, which I'm sure was their intent. Her friends were always hitting on me, and I dated two of them, although one never put out for me. Near the end of the song, Hammer sings, "Break it down," and when he does this, in one swift motion, they would sometimes, depending on their mood, remove their shorts and toss them at me, and perform the remainder of the song in their bra and panties. I've seen them do this dance at a couple of parties, but they never removed any clothing. They save that for the practices at home when I'm there. Whenever her phone rings, I think of the four of them dancing to the music in their bras and bikini underwear, and instantly get an erection.

Thinking it might be mom, I grabbed her phone, but noticed the call was from an Amanda. I didn't know an Amanda, so I assumed it must be one of the girls from the f'ockey team. I put the phone back on the desk, and in a couple of minutes she got a text. I picked up her phone again and read the text. It was from Amanda. She wanted to know if she and Liz could go to the party with Brooke and her "boyfriend." They didn't want their moms to know that it was really a frat party, and if they dropped them off, their moms wouldn't let them go.

I thought it was interesting that she referred to me as Brooke's boyfriend. I'll have to ask Brooke about that. 

In a few minutes I heard the shower stop, and shortly after that, Brooke walked out of the bathroom, drying off with a towel. I couldn't believe how comfortable she was now being around me in the nude. I was really going to love rooming with her next year if it all works out.

As she reached down to dry her legs, starting with her feet, I got a good view of everything. Her toned, athletic body looked better to me every time I saw it, and right now it looked damn fine.

"You got a call and a text from Amanda," I told her.

"What's she want?"

"I didn't take the call, but her text said that she and Liz want to go with you and your 'boyfriend' to the party, so their moms don't find out it's a frat party."

"Yeah, I thought they might call and ask that. We were talking about the party while waiting to find out who all got on the team."

"What's this about me being your 'boyfriend?'"

"Oh, yea, about that, it just kinda slipped out. They saw you with me a couple of times, and they both think you're hot. If I told 'em you're my bother, they'd be all over you at the party, and I didn't want that, so I told them you're my boyfriend and you brought me to tryouts. I also assured them that you're off limits."

"So, from now on I'm your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, if that's ok with you."

"Fine with me," I replied. "Should make things interesting at the party."

"I told you that I wanted to go with you, and I want everyone to know that you're my boyfriend so they'll leave me alone; and besides that, you and I can have a good time together. Everyone there will think we're a couple, which we are. We don't have to go into the brother-sister thing. Nobody has to know that part."

"Then if we're both here next year, we'll be here as a couple and not brother and sister?" I asked.

"Do you think that'll work?"

"It should," I replied. "I just hope I get in, that's all. I'd hate for you to be here with all those guys from the tryouts and leave your brother, excuse me, your boyfriend, at home."

"I don't think you'll have any problem getting in; if you don't, maybe I wont come."

Brooke had finished drying off by this time. She dropped the towel on the floor, and stood before me naked. She walked over to me seductively as I looked from her legs, to her pussy, her tits, to her sweet lips, which she planted on mine. Dropping my hands to her sweet, firm ass, I pulled her in tight, feeling her tits pressed against my chest. As we kissed, I let my hands roam freely, feeling every inch of her back side. God, she felt so fucking good. The thought of rooming with my sister next year and seeing her like this all the time got me even more excited. I could feel my erection pressing against her through my shorts. Apparently, Brooke could feel it too.

"Do I always have that effect on you?" she asked.

"Yes, you always have that effect on me. If we room together next year, I'll have an erection 24-7."

"Good. I like you hard," Brooke said as she reached down and started unbuckling my shorts. She slowly unzipped them, while kissing me and slipping her tongue into my mouth.

As we kissed, Brooke slid her hand inside my shorts and boxers and started rubbing my hard cock.

"It's getting wet," she said, noticing the pre cum oozing from the head of my cock. She continued rubbing my cock, spreading the cum all over it.

She slowly unfastened and unzipped my shorts, and slid my shorts and boxers down, so that we were standing together nude, with my hard cock pressed against her.

I grabbed her ass again while we stood there kissing. Her tongue was probing the depths of my mouth as I slid my tongue into her mouth. We made out for several minutes with my hardness pressed against her. Brooke started grinding her crotch against mine as I grabbed her ass harder and continued kissing her.

I slid my hands up to her waist, her sides, and to the side of her tits, and then slowly moved them over her tits, rubbing them and tweaking her nipples. Her kiss grew harder as she continued grinding into me.

"God, I love this," she said.

We continued like this for some time. Finally, Brooke led me to the bed, and pushed me back on the bed, spread my legs, knelt down, and started sucking my cock. I looked down at her, watching her mouth go up and down on my shaft. Every time she sucks me off she gets better at it. She was slowly working my cock, with her hands now on my balls and ass.

I started bucking my hips, driving my cock deeper inside her mouth. Brooke continued sucking me off. I told her to move around so I could reach her pussy, so she turned around and straddled me, while never taking her mouth off of my hard cock. Brooke was now on top of me with her mouth on my cock, and her tight ass and sweet pussy pressed against my face. I pulled her up a little so that I could reach her dripping pussy, and started licking it.

With both hands now on her ass cheeks, I started eating my sister's pussy. I licked it from top to bottom, tasting her sweetness, and then started licking her deep and sucking away at her slit. I rubbed her ass while sucking her cunt. Brooke sucked harder on my cock, while fondling my balls.

"Oh god, yes, Steven, right there. Lick that spot," she said as I found her sweet spot.

I kept lapping away at her pussy, which tasted so fucking sweet. I started sucking on her flaps, which felt so tender to the touch of my tongue, paying special attention to her sweet spot. God, she tasted so good.

Brooke started bucking her hips, driving my tongue deeper into her pussy. I could feel her saliva dripping down my cock and balls, with her rubbing it into my balls. Her saliva dripped down to my ass, and it felt fucking incredible.

Brooke pressed harder against my mouth, as I felt her ass and her sides, rubbing as much of her as I could reach. I loved the feel of her body, which was soft and firm at the same time. While eating her, my hands roamed freely over her skin. I was in a state of bliss.

Brooke stopped sucking my cock and gave me a hand job for a few minutes, while licking the length of my hard cock several times before turning around and pulling me on top of her. She spread her legs and pulled me down against her. With my cock now pressed against her pussy, I reached down and slid my cock up and down against her slit, from top to bottom. I loved it when I looked down at us and saw my cock at the entrance of her pussy. I continued rubbing the head of my cock around her slit.

"Oh god, that feel good, keep doing that, please keep doing that."

My cock was so sensitive to the touch of her wet pussy as I continued rubbing it against her. I watched closely as I pressed the head of my cock against her waiting entrance, which was so fucking wet by this time. I pressed the head of my cock inside of her and quickly pulled it back out. I did this several times as Brooke squirmed beneath me. Her legs wrapped around me tighter.

"Oh god, fuck me, Steven," Brooke shouted.

Slowly, I slid my cock inside of her. God it felt so fucking tight. I loved the feeling of her pussy surrounding my hard cock as I slid into her. I fucked her slowly, sliding in part way, pulling out most of the way, and slowly sliding back in. I kept this up for several minutes as Brooke increased the speed of her grinding against me.

"I can't take this much longer, Steven, I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard. Fuck me!" Brooke shouted louder, while enjoying my cock inside of her.

I increased the speed of my fuck, pushing all the way in and then pulling most of the way out. Each time I pushed in, Brooke brought her hips up and pressed hard against my cock. I looked at her, and she looked so erotic. Her nipples were hard, her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly as she licked them with her tongue. Brooke had the most beautiful expression on her face whenever we fucked. It was like she was in a state of erotic bliss. God she looked so fucking beautiful. I continued fucking her while staring at her beautiful face. While staring at her, Brooke opened her eyes and looked back at me. With my cock slowly fucking her, she mouthed the words, "I love you." When she did that, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, and kissed her softly. I pulled my face back and mouthed, "I love you, too," to my sister. She smiled and bucked her hips even harder against my cock.

Both of us were losing control at this time. My cock started driving into her harder and harder. Brooke arched against me firmly, and then brought her hands to her tits and started rubbing them as I towered over her. She tilted her head to the side and continued licking her lips while playing with her tits. She was pulling at them harder and pinching her nipples while she started to moan. Her moans were quite soft at first, but grew louder as she made her way towards an orgasm. 

"Fuck me, Steven. Oh god, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your sister, Steven."

I started fucking my sister harder and faster. I reached down, placed my hands under her ass, and pulled her up higher so I could get deeper inside of her. I was balls deep inside my sister as she continued shouting obscenities and pinching harder on her nipples.

Our movements were as one at this point. We maintained s steady rhythm with my cock pressing into her sweet sex, and she lifting her hips, taking me deep inside of her. I had a strange feeling in my cock, as if it was going numb. I felt like I could continue like this for hours. It was so pleasurable. As I looked at her beautiful face, I realized that I wasn't just fucking my sister, I was making love to her. There were real feelings between us. This wasn't some date in the back seat of the car, it was my sister and we were in a hotel room, and it felt so right. I wanted more of her. I never wanted this experience to end. We were one, with my cock buried deep within her. 

I leaned forward and brought my lips to hers. "I love you, Brooke. I mean, I really love you," I said softly as I kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth. 

Brooke started bucking wildly against my cock as she reached orgasm. I could feel the walls of her pussy begin to spasm. I had feeling in my cock now, more feeling than I've ever experienced. I could feel her vaginal walls convulsing rapidly. I could feel it intensely. Her pussy was milking my cum out of my balls, as I felt it pass through my cock and empty inside of her, with her pussy still contracting around me. It was the most intense orgasm either of us ever had. It felt so, so right. I knew for sure then that I wanted her. I wanted her as my sister and my lover. God I wanted her.

Brooke slowed down, and soon was motionless beneath me. She opened her eyes and looked at me with the most beautiful expression I'd ever seen. The chemistry was magical. We both knew, in that instant, that we had to be together. I knew that she loved me as much as I loved her.

Reaching down, I pulled her up so that we were both sitting on the bed facing each other, with my cock still deep within her. Her legs moved so that they were over mine, her pussy resting on my erect cock.

I pulled her to me, feeling her tits press against my bare chest. I rubbed her back softly, and then pulled her face to mine, kissing her passionately. My hands couldn't get enough of my sister as they roamed over her back to her ass as I kept moving my hands over her.

Brooke's hands were holding my face to hers as we kissed. I licked her mouth, her lips, her neck, and then, as she leaned back and offered them to me, I licked and sucked on her sweet tits. I could feel my cum seeping out of her, coating my pubes and balls. I pulled her pussy harder against me, never wanting her to leave me.

Brooke hugged me tight.

"God, that was so fucking good," she said softly, as I continued sucking her tits. I licked my way back to her mouth, and slid my tongue inside. Brooke pressed her tongue inside my mouth as I pulled her against me again. We kissed like this for god knows how long. It felt so good.

With her legs still wrapped around me and my deflating cock still buried in her, she looked at me.

"I love you, Steven. God, I love you. I've loved you and wanted you for a long time."

"I love you, too Brooke. I never want this to end."

We kissed one final time, before I pulled out of her. My cock was still semi-erect, and had her juices, mixed with mine, covering it.

Brooke reached down and took my cock in her hand and rubbed it gently, spreading our mixed juices all over my cock as well as my balls.

I placed my hands on her hips, and gently rubbed her hips, sliding my hands to her pussy, and rubbed her lips lightly. 

"Sex with you is so fucking amazing," I said to her.

She smiled and kissed me again. Her kiss was softer now, but no less passionate. 

After a few minutes to calm down, Brooke slowly got off of me, and we both stared at each other before reclining next to each other. I gently rubbed her tits, feeling the softness that I couldn't get enough of. 

I looked at the clock and realized that we made love for over an hour. God it was sweet.

Brooke's phone rang again, and as usual, my cock started to come back to life as I listened to the music and thought about Brooke and her friends' erotic dance.

Brooke got out of the bed and walked over to the desk and answered the phone. I couldn't take my eyes off of her beautiful body.

Brooke talked or a few minutes to whom I assumed was Amanda.

She covered the phone while asking me, "Is it ok with you if Amanda and Liz go with us?"

"I don't mind, if we're still going," I replied.

"They really want to, and I'd like to go, too, if you'll go."

"Sure, they can go with us. I thought we'd walk though, so I wont have to drive. I don't want to risk a DUI if I have something to drink."

"How far is it?" she asked.

"It's only a ten minute walk from here," I replied.

Brooke talked with Amanda and discovered that their hotel was just two down from ours. We agreed to meet them around eight o'clock in the lobby of their hotel. That would give us time to shower, get dressed, and get some dinner before we left. The party would be well underway by the time we arrived.

Brooke confirmed the arrangements with Amanda.

"You need to call mom, too," I told her.

Still standing there in the nude, Brooke speed dialed mom, who immediately answered.

They talked for only a few minutes, with Brooke telling her all about making the team and the party we were going to. She told mom that she had to go because she needed to get ready for dinner. After a few more minutes, she turned off her phone and returned to me. 

Brooke sat down on the bed beside me, placed her hand on my thigh, and kissed me.

"That was really great, Steven," she said, referring to our hour of making love before the phone rang.

"Yeah, it really was. I'm looking forward to much more, too," I replied.

"We have to make sure you get in. I want you here and I want to live with you next year."

"Yeah, there's nothing I'd like more than that," I said, giving her another brief kiss.

Noticing that we were both sweaty, Brooke suggested that we take a shower before getting dressed, which was fine with me.

We got up and went into the bathroom. Brooke started the shower, and when it was ready, we both got in. We spent time washing each other, running our soapy hands all over each other's body. When we finished, we got out and dried off. Both nude, we walked into the bedroom.

Brooke started sorting through the clothes in her suitcase and pulled out what she was going to wear to dinner and the party. She put on a small pair of bikinis, a sexy white bra with lace trim, slid on a tiny pair of shorts that were cut to a V in the front, showing off her lower abdomen, which was fit and toned. The waist on her shorts was very low, showing off her hot body. They came down several inches below her hips, and almost to her crack in the back. The legs of the shorts were also very short, with the cuff falling just below her ass cheeks in the back. She slipped a beautiful white top over her shoulders. It fell about midway between her tits and the top of her shorts. God she looked sexy in that outfit. The top was loose fitting, had spaghetti straps, and showed off her cleavage. She looked like something out of a fashion magazine as she slipped on her sandals.




Brooke Ch. 03



I got out a pair of boxers and shorts and put them on. I then put on a wife-beater followed by an old dress shirt, which I didn't button. I had a pair of dockers that I put on. We both looked good, especially Brooke, who really looked sexy.

"I'm not sure I want you to wear that outfit to the party," I told her.

"Well, I can't wear it at home, mom would have a cow. This is the only time I can dress like this until I come up here in the fall. Do you really think it's, you know, too revealing for the party?"

"You have to promise not to leave my side," I said. "You look really hot, and I don't want those guys pawing all over you."

Brooke walked over to me, kissed me, and said, "Like I said before, I don't want anyone but you, Steven. You have nothing to worry about."

Taking her at her word, I agreed that she looked hot and appropriately dressed for the frat party, knowing that every guy there will want to get at her.

We left the room, got in the car and drove away.

"Let's drive around a little and see what all's here," Brooke said.

I drove over by the frat house to make sure it was as close as it looked. As I pointed it out to Brooke, she said that it was close enough to walk. It really wasn't that far from the hotel.

We noticed some guys carrying kegs of beer from their car to the frat house. Several of them, kegs, I mean. 

"Looks like they're preparing for a good party," Brooke said. There was another guy carrying speakers into the house, along with some other stuff. 

"He must be the DJ," Brooke said, sharing that one of the guys said that they'd hired one for the evening.

We drove on by the house and around the town. It had all the chain restaurants and several mom and pop places as well. 

As we passed a place called "Mangino's Pizza," Brooke said she wanted to eat there. We both loved pizza, and hadn't had any since we've been here, so I turned around and pulled in. The place was full, but we found a corner booth and sat down.

The waitress came over and asked for our drink order. I ordered a pitcher of beer, curious if she would ask for ID. She looked at me, looked back at the counter, and then asked, "Two glasses or one?" I said, "Two." She wrote it down, turned, and walked away.

"I wasn't sure if she'd get it for us or not," I said to Brooke.

"I imagine they do this all the time, this being a college town," Brooke replied.

The waitress returned with the pitcher and two glasses, and took our order. We ordered a large pizza with everything, just the way Booke likes it. The waitress turned and walked away.

I poured each of us a glass of beer, and we started drinking it as we talked. We had another beer each before the waitress returned with the pizza.

The pizza was very good, and we took our time eating it and drinking our beer as we talked. We were having a good time when the waitress came back over. 

"You two are really having a good time. Are you celebrating something?" she asked.

"Yeah, we are. My girlfriend made the f'ockey team at St. Mary's, and we'll both be coming here next year. We're really excited about it."

"Congratulations," the waitress said to Brooke. "The next pitcher's on me."

She turned and went back to draw us another pitcher from the tap. 

"Did you hear what you told her?" Brooke asked me.

"What?"

"You called me your girlfriend."

"Well, what am I supposed to call you? You are my girlfriend, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I certainly am," Brooke replied as she kissed me.

The waitress returned soon with our second pitcher of beer, of which we only drank about half. Brooke and I each had three or four beers during our meal. I've never known her to drink much, but I do on occasion; but this was a lot for me.

Looking at her watch, Brooke said, "We better get out of here, we're supposed to pick up Amanda and Liz in a few minutes."

We got up and I paid the waitress, giving her a very generous tip. I think she knew it was because of the beer. She smiled at us and congratulated Brooke again on making the team.

When we got outside, we could hear the music playing from the frat house, which was only a few blocks away.

"The party sounds like it's going strong," I said to Brooke.

"Yeah, it does."

I decided to leave my car in the parking lot and walk back to the hotel. I could get it in the morning.

We got back to our hotel and went to the room. Brooke said that she had to freshen up a bit, whatever that means. After she finished, I went in the bathroom and took a piss and combed my hair. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt ready to head over to the hotel and get the girls and then walk on to the party.

When I went back into the bedroom, Brooke was putting on a little make up. She doesn't wear much. She doesn't need it with all her natural beauty. She looked stunning sitting there at the mirror.

When she finished, we left the hotel to get Amanda and Liz, who were impatiently waiting for us in the lobby when we arrived.

"Where've you been?" Amanda shouted across the lobby to Brooke as we walked up to them.

Both these girls were knockouts. Amanda was the taller of the two, had long, slender legs, and was a little taller than the Brooke, too. She had an athletic body, but not as developed as either Brooke or Liz. Amanda had long, curly blonde hair that came down just a little over her shoulders. She was wearing white shorts and a tight white top, which was tucked into her shorts. She was also wearing sandals. She wasn't showing any flesh in the midriff like Brooke, which I found to be a little disappointing. She was lean, and her tits were the smaller of the three girls, but she had a beautiful face and sexy eyes. 

Amanda walked up to me and asked Brooke if she was going to introduce us, or what. Brooke introduced me to Amanda and Liz, saying that I was her boyfriend.

Liz came over to greet me, and she also looked stunning. She looked like she was Polynesian to me. She had a darker complexion, and her skin was flawless; perfect, if you asked me. She had on white shorts, but they weren't as short as Amanda's or Brooke's. Her legs were more muscular than either Brooke's or Amanda's. She was wearing a top similar to Brooke's, although it was quite colorful. It was not tucked in like Amanda's, but hung down, stopping about three or four inches above her waist. Her breasts were the largest of the three girls, and the front of her top drooped down showing them off. She had a huge rack on her. Her ass was sweet, too. Round and firm. "I'm a lucky guy, getting to take the three of you to the party!" I said to them.

They laughed at that. Amanda said, "I know you're taken, so I'm going to mingle when I get there."

"Me too," replied Liz.

As we started walking to the frat house, I warned them about taking drinks offered to them by any of the guys. I told them to make sure they got their own beer, and straight from the tap. Guys were known to mess with girls' drinks at these parties.

They didn't pay much attention to me, saying that they'd met some of the guys, and they weren't like that at all. I didn't tell them what those guys were saying about them at the tryouts; I figured that they'd have to do it their way.

Brooke put her arm around me as we walked, and we soon arrived at the party.

Once we got inside, we could tell that the party had been going for some time. Several of the girls had already paired up with guys, and were making out all over the place.

Walking toward the drink and snack table, Brooke noticed a mattress on the floor in the middle of the room.

"What the hell's that for?" she asked.

"If we stay long enough, I'm sure we'll find out. I've seen some videos of frat parties, and they always end with a guy and girl, or more, doing it on the mattress in front of everyone."

"You've got to be kidding! They really do that?"

"That, and more. This place will be hopping in an hour or so, and you'll see plenty of nudity before the night's over. There'll be tits everywhere."

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope. Unless this is an unusual party, that's the way I hear they usually turn out."

"I need another beer," Brooke said after that.

We walked over to the kegs and I drew a beer for each of us, and handed Brooke's to her. "Don't let anyone else give you a drink, Brooke. Just me. Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise, and besides, I'm not leaving your side!"

Amanda and Liz started mingling with the guys, who were all glad they came. One walked up to Amanda and started kissing and groping her, and she just went with it. Another came up to Liz and did the same. The two guys handed them each a beer. They stood and talked with them for several minutes. Once they downed their beers, the four of them started dancing.

Over in the corner I noticed a guy and girl making out, and she had already taken her top off. "See what I told you?" I said to Brooke, nodding in their direction. Brooke looked over and saw that the girl was naked from the waist up and the guy was kissing her and rubbing her tits.

"Oh. My. God," Brooke said, staring at the couple. "You weren't kidding, were you?"

Then she nodded to the other corner, and I saw a girl with her top off and the guy kissing her and feeling her pussy through her panties. Her pants were gone too.

"She's one of the f'ockey team members from St. Mary's. She's the one who said she wanted to get laid tonight. I guess she'll get her wish."

I looked at her again, and she really was beautiful, too. She was kissing the guy hard, and letting him rub her pussy in front of everyone. "I doubt her panties stay on much longer," I said to Brooke, who pulled me away so I'd stop looking at her future team mate.

I thought the party was moving along quit quickly, until I noticed the time. It has been going on for about an hour and a half by now, and someone mentioned that the girls who are on the team already came early, so they could get their pick of guys; however, some of them refused to hook up, until the fresh meat arrived, so he said.

Brooke and I mingled around the crowd, noticing that there were other couples going at it in other rooms, however nobody was completely nude, yet. There were several girls topless, and a few down to their panties.

Brooke and I danced some, while warming up to the crowd. Around nine o'clock some of the guys started yelling, "Beer Pong, Beer Pong," while setting up a table in what would have been the dining room.

Liz came running up to Brooke asking if she wanted to play.

"Come on, Brooke, this would be fun!" Liz told her.

"No way I'm playing beer pong," Brooke replied. "Get Amanda to play."

"I've looked all over for Amanda, and haven't seen her since we finished dancing with those guys. She walked off with one of them."

Brooke and I quickly scanned the room, and neither of us saw her, either.

"Come on, Brooke, it's really easy to play. I play with my brothers at home, and I always beat them."

I wondered what Liz meant by that; I can't imagine her playing beer pong with her brothers. That was an interesting insight into Liz.

Liz ran up to the table and said that she wanted to play. Another girl, who just made the team, joined Liz at one end of the table, while two good looking frat brothers stood at the other end. 

One guy, not playing, held a mic as he started to explain the rules, which were abbreviated from the normal beer pong rules, which can be rather complicated.

He introduced the players, having them call out their names. Liz and Kristen against Todd and Blake.

"Ok, gang, here's how were playing. This first game will be one of 'Strip Beer Pong." 

I looked over at Liz, and she didn't seem concerned at all that they were playing for clothing. The other girl, Kristen, seemed to have reservations, but after talking it over with Liz, decided to remain in the game.

"The rules will be simplified for our guests, who may be unfamiliar with the game. Each player must have on six articles of clothing. Shoes count. Ten cups of beer will be placed at each end of the table, arranged in a pyramid, with four cups in the back, three next, then two, and one in the front."

While he was saying this, two other frat brothers set the cups on the table. I quickly noticed that there was much more beer in the cups at the girl's end than the boys end, but I guess that was to be expected.

"There will be ten cups of beer at each end of the table. Each team plays their two balls, and then we see who wins the first round. For instance, if one team gets two balls in and the other gets one, the team that got two wins, and the other team has to drink one beer and shed an article of clothing each. I'll keep track to make sure there's no cheating! After the game, the losing team has to drink all the beer of the opposing team, remove any remaining articles of clothing, and pay the consequence chosen by the winning team. You can toss or bounce the ball in the cup, and there are no blocked shots. Elbow rule applies, watch the red line, please, or your ball will be disqualified."

One player from each side will toss a ball simultaneously to see which team goes first.

Liz took a ball as did one of the guys, and they threw together. Liz's ball went right in the cup, while the guy's hit the rim and bounced off the table. Liz and Kristen were to go first.

Kristen went first, and her ball hit the rim and bounced into another cup. One in. Liz shot, and like before, her ball went right in a cup. Two in.

The guys went next, and neither of them got a ball in a cup, so they had to drink the two cups of beer and take off two articles of clothing each. They drank the beer and kicked off their shoes. The two cups were removed from the table, leaving eight. 

The guys shot first this time, and they got one ball in a cup. The girls shot next. Liz's ball went in and so did Kristen's. The girls won, two to one, so the guys had to remove another article of clothing, and drink one of the beers. They did. The girls still had all ten of their cups, while there were only seven remaining at the guys' end of the table. The guys pulled off their outer shirts.

The girls shot first, and neither got a ball in a cup. The guys shot, and two balls went in, so the girls had to drink two beers and remove two articles of clothing. Liz and Kristin chugged their beers and kicked off their sandals.

The next round was a tie, so neither team lost any clothing or had to drink a beer.

It was the girls turn to go first, and neither of them got a ball in a cup. With only seven cups on the guys end of the table now, it was a little more difficult.

The guys went next. The first one bounced his ball off the table and it went in. The second did the same. Two balls in. Liz and Kristen had to drink another two beers and remove two articles of clothing each. They both took off their tops and pants, and were standing at their end of the table in their underwear, as the crowd started to cheer. They loved seeing the girls lose. The girls, who had been drinking for an hour, had just consumed two large beers each in the past few minutes, and it was apparent that they were getting drunk. They were giggly and shouting, generally making a scene.

The guys went first this round, and as they shot, the girls pushed their chests out to distract them, and it worked as both missed.

Liz took her time with her shot, and showing her skill, bounced a ball in a cup. One in. Kristen also took her time, shot a ball in a cup. The guys missed on both shots, so they had to remove two articles of clothing and drink another two beers. They each shed their undershirts and pants, and were now down to their underwear. One wore boxers and the other briefs.

The game was getting serious now. The girls had on only two articles of clothing, and the guys one. This game would be over before long.

The guys started rubbing their cocks through their underwear, telling the girls how much they were going to enjoy having them suck them off after the next round, which was rather bold, since they were losing.

The girls went first. Liz shot very carefully, and her ball went in. Kristen missed. One ball in a cup.

The guys went next, and each of them shot a direct shot into a cup. The girls lost by one so they each had to remove an article of clothing and drink a beer. They shared a cup of beer, and then, very seductively shed their bras. 

The game was really getting interesting now. Liz and Kristen were strutting their stuff, and both appeared to be wasted. They were playing with each other's tits, and slapping each other on the ass, which was now the only covered part of their bodies. Neither seemed to have any inhibitions about standing in front of everyone in only their panties. 

With both teams down to one article of clothing, the game would soon end.

The guys went first, and one ball went in, one missed.

Girls' time. With two balls in, the girls would win. Liz shot, and her ball bounced off a rim and onto the floor.

Kristen took her time. She tossed her ball and it hit a rim and spun around it twice before dropping in. The game was a tie.

To make it interesting, the leader said that each player had to drink a beer. Liz and Kristen each chugged a beer, as did the guys. There were only three cups at each end of the table, and the leader racked them so that they were in a pyramid. It would make it easier to get a ball in this time.

Liz and Kristen went first. Liz carefully took aim, shot, and bouncing off another cup, her ball went in.

Kristen got a very serious look on her face, knowing that if they lost this round she would have to remove all her clothing, but I really didn't think this mattered that much at this point. I suspected that they would get naked regardless of the outcome of the game.

Kristen shot, and her ball went in. They got both of them in. The guys would have to do the same or they would lose the game, and have to perform for the girls. 

The guys looked a little nervous, although I doubt that if they lost it would be the first time their cocks had been exposed at one of these parties.

The first guy shot and his ball went in a cup. The girls, trying to distract the second guy as he prepared to shoot, started making with each other, and then Liz started sucking Kristen's tits, while Kristen slid her hand inside the front of Liz's panties. Christ, that was erotic. I have to admit that I was starting to get hard watching the two of them. Liz brought her mouth back up to Kristen's, and they started making out again, with Kristen still rubbing Liz's pussy. They showed some erotic tongue action, and they were both hotties. I have always enjoyed watching girls make out. Brooke and her f'ockey friends sometimes kiss each other when they know I'm looking, just to tease me.

The second guy was obviously distracted because he was watching the girls intensely as he shot his ball. It hit the rim of one cup, hit the rim of a second cup, and then bounced on the table and then on the floor. To the cheers of all the girls in the room, Liz and Kristen were proclaimed the winners. The guys had to come to their end of the table and drink their remaining three cups of beer. They chugged them right down. All the girls stared chanting, "Take it off, take it off, take it off," as the guys had to remove their remaining article of clothing. 

The guys didn't hesitate to drop their underpants, and as they did, it was obvious that they were aroused, as each had an erection. Their cocks popped up as their underwear went down. The crowd cheered as they stripped.

The leader, still holding a mic, asked the girls if they had chosen a consequence for the guys. Liz grabbed the mic and said, "Since they were so eager to get a blow job, they get to eat us out until we cum!" she shouted. 

The leader took the mic from Liz and announced that action would take place on the mattress so all could watch. The crowd started cheering again.




Brooke Ch. 03



We all moved to the room with the mattress. As we made our way there, I noticed that several of the girls had shed their tops. There were tits everywhere. We also noticed that the girl from the team, who wanted to get laid, was on one of the couches with her legs spread and hanging over the edge, with a different guy standing in front of her, fucking her hard.

"I guess she got her wish," Brooke said as we both looked at them. There was another couple doing it on one of the chairs. The guy was on the bottom, and the girl was sitting on his cock, bouncing up and down, oblivious to the people around her. 

"Do you see Amanda anywhere?" Brooke asked. I scanned the crowd again, but didn't see her. "Nope," I replied.

Liz and Kristen were led to the mattress and both sat down, leaned back, pulled off their panties, and spread their legs, with their knees up. God they looked good spread out like that. 

The guys, cocks still hard, got down on their knees in front of the girls and started eating them out. The cheers were loud at first. Liz was rubbing her tits, while Kristen was motionless. Liz reached over and started rubbing Kristen's tits, grabbed Kristen's hands and put them on her tits. The guys kept eating away at the girl's pussies. After a few minutes, Kristen took the initiative, leaned over to Liz, and started making out with her, while still rubbing Liz's tits. God this was an erotic sight. They continued kissing as the guys ate away. Both girls looked quite excited, getting off with the guys eating them. This continued for some time, until the girls decided they guys had eaten them long enough, and obviously wanted more.

Liz broke the kiss with Kristen, leaned forward, grabbed her partner by the arms and pulled him on top of her. He grabbed his hard cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, and, grabbing his ass, Liz pulled him into her. I was standing at their feet, and had full view of this guys hard cock as it parted Liz's pussy and slid inside. The two of them started fucking hard. 

Not wanting to be outdone, the guy with Kristen leaned forward, brought his groin to hers, and entered her. Both girls were getting fucked, and fucked hard. 

The crowd cheered as the two pairs started fucking, on the mattress, in front of nearly everyone in the room. 

"Well, now I know what the mattress is for," Brooke said, laughing. 

We watched Liz and Kristen as they got fucked on the mattress. They continued for several minutes, until each started to climax. The guys were very focused on their fucking, and each continued until they came, along with the girls. The guy with Kristen pulled out as he came, and ejaculated all over her stomach, some of it shooting to her tits, with one glob hitting her in the face. The guy with Liz started to withdraw, but Liz grabbed his ass, wrapped her legs around him tight, and held him inside her as he came. The four of them were exhausted from their orgasms, and fell beside each other on the mattress. The crowd cheered as the first two couples had fucked on the mattress. I suspected that they wouldn't be the last before the night was over.

The crowd started to break up. Brooke and I went to the kegs and got another beer each, and I got part of a sub. There was still plenty of food remaining, and several untapped kegs of beer.

Brooke and I mingled through the crowd. We paused against a wall when Brooke started kissing me. Holding my beer in one hand, I reached around her and pulled her in tight. We made out for a long time, while drinking on our beers between kisses. I finished my sandwich and both of us finished our beers, and as we walked back toward the room with the food, the song started, and I got an erection.

You guessed it. MC Hammer's "You Can't Touch This." As the song started, blaring loudly through the house, Brooke started her dance routine. She sat down her beer and started right in. When it got to, "You Can't Touch This," Brooke leaned back, spread her knees apart, covered her crotch with her hand, and sang the words looking directly at me. People started to notice, and soon there was a crowd around us, cheering her on. She did look fantastic as she danced, and her routine was flawless. Soon after the start of the song, I heard those familiar words, "My, my, my, my," and as she had done so many times when she and her f'ockey friends performed this dance at our house, Brooke, very erotically, and in complete rhythm with the music, pulled off her top and tossed it to me. The crowd went wild as Brooke continued her routine wearing her shorts and bra. God, she looked so fucking sexy. Brooke, with her finger, motioned for me to join her. While I'd never performed this routine before, I'd seen it many times, so I joined her on the dance floor. We danced together, with me following her lead. The crowd started singing and clapping along as we danced. I immediately noticed that the DJ was playing the longer version of the song, the one from the video, which lasts over four and a half minutes. I wasn't sure I could keep up this aerobic routine that long, but I was giving it my best try. 

Brooke looked awesome doing her routine. I was just window dressing, I knew, but it was fun.

At one point, Brooke broke the routine, swirled into me, and kissed me hard, just before MC sang, "You Can't Touch This," and Brooke broke the kiss, spread her knees apart, covered her crotch, and sang along with MC. Everyone was laughing at this, and having a good time.

It seemed like the song would never end, and both Brooke and I were covered with sweat. It was a little warm in the house, and the dancing was taking its toll on me, however it didn't look as though it was having any affect on Brooke. She kept her routine without missing a beat. It was well rehearsed and she was doing it perfectly.

I felt good as we neared the end of the song, and I suspected that Brooke was glad it was almost over as well.

Just as Hammer sang, "Break it down," near the end of the song, Brooke didn't miss a beat. In one swift motion, she unfastened and unzipped her shorts, pulled them off, and tossed them to me. I caught them and watched her as she performed the final minute of her dance routine in her bra and bikinis, which had pulled down some in the back when she removed her shorts, exposing a small part of her crack. The crowd went wild, laughing, cheering, clapping, and singing along with the song. Brooke had worked up quite a sweat by the end of the song. When the music stopped, she flung herself into me, threw her arms around my neck, brought her lips to mine and kissed me hard, driving her tongue deep inside my mouth. I instinctively slid my hands under her panties to her firm ass, cupping both cheeks, as Brooke bent her right leg up behind her, ending the dance on a high note.

As the crowd clapped, Brooke whispered in my ear, "Take me upstairs." 

I grabbed her by the hand and led her through the room to the stairs, and we ran up to the second floor.

"We need to get a room, Steven."

We opened the first door we came to and started to go inside, when we noticed it was occupied. There was a girl flat on her back on the bed, and a guy standing between her legs, which were over his shoulders, fucking her hard.

Brooke looked at me and said, "Well, we found Amanda!"

"That's Amanda?"

"Sure is," Brooke replied. 

I looked at her and noticed that Brooke was right. Amanda was getting drilled. Her face was toward us, but her eyes were closed. The guy didn't look up at us either, as we slowly closed the door.

We walked across the hallway, but didn't open that door. The sounds emanating from inside told us that the room was occupied.

We went to the third bedroom and opened the door. The light was on and the room was empty. Brooke and I stepped inside, and just as we entered the room, Brooke started kissing me.

"God," she said, out of breath, "I can't believe I did that. Oh my god."

"I couldn't believe it either, but you did a great job. You preformed the routine perfectly!" I replied.

"Did I embarrass you?"

"No, not at all. You looked great out there."

"Thank you. You didn't look bad yourself. I didn't know you knew the routine that well."

"I didn't either, but once I got started, it came easily. Hell, I've seen it enough."

Brooke plowed her tongue back into my mouth as I groped her ass. She slid her finger down my chest, pushing my shirt off and onto the floor. She then moved her hands to my shorts, unbuckling them and unzipping them as they fell to my feet. Through my boxers, Brooke felt my hard cock.

"I guess you did enjoy the routine," she said while gently stroking my cock with her hand now inside the fly. Brooke put her hands on the waist band of my boxers and slowly pushed them down over my erect cock, letting them drop to the floor, as I stepped out of them. She kissed me again on the mouth, and then licked down my neck, sucked briefly on each of my nipples, licked my chest, and followed my treasure trail down to my pubes. Brooke stopped there and looked back up at me.

"When we get back to the hotel, I'm trimming these pubes. They tickle my nose!" 

My pubes are thick. I have just a small amount of hair on my chest, but a definite treasure trail leading down to my full pubes. I had thought of trimming them a couple of times, they're so full, but thought that might be kinda gay, so I never did. When we get back to the hotel, I'll let her.

"We can take care of that," I said.

"I'll just trim them back a little, if you don't mind," she replied.

Brooke then went to work on my cock, taking my entire length into her mouth and throat, sucking me hard. 

I dropped my hands to her head, feeling the motion of her head as she sucked me off. God, this felt good. Brooke continued sucking me with no sense of abandonment. She wanted my cock and I was more than willing to give it to her. She continued sucking, swirling her tongue around my shaft, licking from the base to the head several times. One of her hands went to my balls as she played with them while sucking my hard cock.

"I love your cock, Steven," Brooke said, although it was obvious that she loved sucking me off. I have to say that I was enjoying it as much as she was.

I looked down at her, and it seemed like she was enjoying it. She was making love to my cock, licking it and sucking it while still fondling my balls. God this felt good. I loved my sister, and I loved her mouth on me, anywhere. As she rubbed my balls, she took her other hand and started rubbing my ass. God, it felt good.

I lost track of time with my sister sucking me off. She never stopped, either, for a long time. 

She licked my shaft several times, licked the head, and then surrounded my cock again with her mouth, and slid all the way down to my pubes, which I noticed, were tickling her nose. She had to scratch it a couple of times while she continued sucking.

"God, Brooke, I'm warning you, I'm about to cum!"

Brooke removed her mouth from my cock, looked up at me, and said, "That's the point. I want your cum. Cum in my mouth, Steven, cum in my mouth." 

Brooke returned to my cock, and slid her soft mouth over the head while licking it, and then she slid her mouth down on my cock, while licking the underside as she did so. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

She sucked my cock all the way in, then slowly slid her mouth over my cock, dragging her tongue against the underside of my shaft, as she made her way to the head, and then slid her mouth back down. She repeated this, slowly, several times, when I began to feel my legs tingle and my cum rising. I pressed forward into her mouth as I shot my first load. Brooke moaned as the first load entered her mouth, causing her to clamp down harder on my cock as she sucked the cum out. I thrust several more times into her mouth, each time shooting another load. Six or seven ejaculations hit her tongue and the back of her throat as I emptied my balls into my sister's mouth. Brooke continued sucking my cock long after I shot my loads into her. I could feel the sensation of her swallowing my cum several times.

Finally, she pulled her mouth off my cock, stood up, leaned into me and kissed me. There was plenty of tongue action as we kissed, and as we did so, I dropped my hands to her ass again, and pulled her in as close as I possibly could.

"I love you, Steven. I love you so fucking much," Brooke whispered into my ear.

"God, Brooke, I love you too," I replied.

Brooke looked over at the bed and said, "When we first came in here, I wanted you to throw me on that bed and have you fuck my brains out; but look at it."

I looked over at the bed, and it was obvious that it had been used several times this evening. It was a mess. There was a huge wet spot in the middle, and I also noticed two used condoms on the floor, along with a pair of panties.

"Someone had a good time in here," I said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Brooke replied while looking at the mess. "I wanted you to fuck me, but once I looked at the bed, Christ, I wouldn't touch it, let alone let you fuck me on it."

"Yeah, that is nasty," I replied.

Brooke kissed me again, and then said she was ready to go back to the hotel and finish the job.

"We better see if we can find the girls, I don't want to leave them here," I said.

"Well, we know where Amanda is, or was," Brooke said, laughing.

"Yeah, we'll have to wait until she's finished. We can't leave them here," I said.

"Let's get dressed and go downstairs and look for 'em," Brooke suggested, adding, "I could use another beer, and some FOOD!"

We got dressed and walked out of the room. As we passed the room Amanda was in, one guy was leaving and another was going in, and I didn't think the guy coming out was the one we saw in there half an hour ago. My initial instinct was to check on Amanda, but I decided to leave her alone, as it really wasn't any of my business anyway. It was a decision that I would soon regret.



Brooke Ch. 03



"How can I ever thank you, Traci," Brooke said as she hugged me in my office. "You saved my marriage. Bob and I have never been closer and, needless to say, our sex life is fantastic. We watched the video of the night you had him over at your place and I think we fucked three times before morning."

I smiled and said, "It's not like I haven't gained from all of this, Brooke. First of all, you and I still have our special relationship and I'm not going to let your husband have you all to himself. Secondly, we need to pursue your question about how you can thank me."

She sat down and said, "You name it. I'll do anything after what you've done for us."

"When's your next vacation?" I asked.

"The end of February."

"Where are you going this time?"

She grinned and said, "St. Maarten. My favorite island."

"French side or Dutch?" I said.

"We're staying in Grand Case on the French side, but we'll get over to the Dutch side at some point."

Before I could speak, Brooke sat up straight and said, "Oh my God, Traci. Can you get the time off to come?"

I laughed out loud. "I have plenty of time if you two want company."

Brooke sprang across the room and took me into her arms as I stood by the window sill. I felt her hands on my ass.

"An entire week of just the three of us," she gushed. "I don't think I can stand waiting that long. Please say you'll join us."

"Let's see what Bob says," I said much more calmly.

"Oh, right. Like he'll not want to do this," Brooke said, kissing me passionately and moving her hands onto my breasts. My blouse and bra were compressed in her grip, not to mention my tits. But she knew what I liked and I responded by prolonging the kiss.

A minute later, she said, "Can you stand two of us fighting over your body and making you cum all day and all night?"

"I'd like to find out," I said.

Bob and Brooke are about forty-years-old. I'm thirty. I was attracted to Brooke first and seduced her into a lesbian relationship that started at work and progressed from there. She's got incredible tits and a great body overall for her age. Her hair is short and bordering on white it is so light. Both she and Bob are good looking, but will never be on magazine covers. He's got a nice body, but that's not what I like most about him. His cock is epic. No, not the gigantic thing you see on porn sites. Just bigger than anything I'd ever seen before in my limited escapades with mostly younger men. I'll never give up women, but if I could only have one cock the rest of my life I'd choose Bob's.

I found it odd that the thing that slowly wore down Bob and Brooke's marriage—their independent natures—was what brought them back together, with my help. They had grown farther and farther apart because they didn't rely on each other totally. They began to find ways to live their lives without a sexual attachment to the other. When Brooke succumbed to my advances, it was because she was not emotionally committed to Bob. Then we let Bob in on our secret in a non-confrontational way and he immediately accepted the fact Brooke loved having sex with both me and him. She also allowed him freedom to be with me, as long as everybody was open about it. Now, they are independent to do whatever they want with whomever they want, as long as it involves just the three of us.

That's where things stood when I joined them on a trip to the Caribbean island of St. Maarten. As excited as we all were for the trip, none of us imagined how incredible it would turn out. I spent a good portion of my next paycheck on sexy new clothes, even though I hoped the majority of the week would be spent naked. Brooke did way more trips than me so I relied heavily on her for packing tips. She did convince me to put in a few formal dresses to go with my bikinis and tank tops. Oh, and shoes of all types, of course.

Just to make sure Brooke and I were on the same page before we left, she and I discussed how we would share Bob. There was very little disagreement. We would pretty much play it by ear as the days went along, but I did gain a concession from her that Bob and I could be alone at some point. This most likely was only allowed by her because of how the night worked out at my house when Bob came over and Brooke watched secretly from the loft. The resulting threesome that night was one to remember.

The flight to the island was long and it was hard keeping my hands off Bob as he sat in the middle seat between us. But, finally, we landed and, with luggage in our possession again, we found a taxi for the drive across the island.

Le Petit Hotel in Grand Case reminded me of something you would see in Key West. The white exterior contrasted nicely with the colorful lobby area. But the best surprise was saved for when we walked into our first floor deluxe studio room. It contained a separate kitchen, eating area, living area, bedroom, and porch, from which you could walk onto the beach. It was perfect.

We were all starved, so we agreed to find a nearby restaurant before stocking up on stuff for the kitchen and then hitting the beach. We found a cafe within comfortable walking distance and it had a big enough menu to meet our varied tastes. All I could think about anyway was being back in the room with my two favorite people. We grabbed some snacks and drinks on the way back and after putting those away began to change for the beach. Bob was the one that insisted none of us change in private, so the bedroom became a large changing room with each of us attentively watching the others get into their bathing suits.

Brooke, of course, looked incredible in her colorful bikini and Bob wore a baggy pair of trunks that offered a tempting amount of space to reach inside. My bikini was similar to Brooke's, but with ties on the bottom. We got through that brief, but fun, period of nudity without any sex, which was becoming quite rare for us.

The beach was great and the weather even better, but Bob was not as big a fan of lying out as me and Brooke, so we went back into the room after about an hour. We found out the real reason for his anxiousness to get back when he pulled shut the blinds covering the sliding glass door to the porch.

Bob walked up behind Brooke, put his arms around her, and said, "OK. Time for the vacation to start."

I sat in a chair facing them and got ready for the show. Bob's hands engulfed Brooke's tits and it didn't take long for her erect nipples to appear. He kissed her neck while untying her top and letting it drop to the floor. My hand was already searching out my clit and Brooke smiled approvingly.

By the time Bob turned his wife around so he could suck on her tits, the bulge in the front of his trunks was obvious. Brooke put her hand around it and began to stroke. I slouched a little lower in the chair and rubbed my clit a little faster.

Bob removed the bottom of Brooke's bikini and lingered around her pussy long enough to swipe his tongue over it several times. Then he stood and allowed her to get him naked. Bob's cock sprang up like a pole once it was free and Brooke was on her knees immediately.

But she looked over at me and said, "Come on, Traci. It might take two of us."

I gladly joined her and the two of us ran our tongues up the shaft in unison. Bob managed to undo my bikini top in the process and got it off. We'd worry about the bottom later, after Brooke and I drove him to near orgasm with our mouths. I played with Brooke's tits while we alternated sucking on the cock.

"Get on your back, Brooke. I need to fuck somebody before you guys make me cum," Bob said.

I got naked while Brooke settled onto the floor. Bob got between her legs and I straddled her head, impatiently awaiting her tongue on my pussy. Watching that massive cock spread Brooke's pussy and slowly sliding inside was fantastic. She groaned the entire time until finally pulling me down to her and gliding her tongue over my very wet pussy. Bob started to fuck her with a steady cadence and I felt Brooke's tongue slide inside of me.

I couldn't take my eyes off Bob's cock as it drove like a piston in and out of his wife. The moisture on it glistened in the light and the sound just made me want it myself even more. Instead, I had Brooke's marvelous tongue now stabbing at my clit and my entire body shook with delight. I felt her lips close and she began to suck on my engorged clit.

For at least five minutes we went on like this, our moans growing louder and more intense. It was only natural that Brooke, the recipient of the effects of Bob's cock, came first. I was more than willing to let her take a break from eating me while she came and Bob and I watched her body twist and turn during her climax. But the moment her tongue hit my clit again, I joined her in a long, wonderful orgasm. Then Bob gave us a treat by pulling out and stroking his cock until stream after stream of cum poured over Brooke's tits and stomach and pussy.

It was a decent start to the week, I thought to myself. If only I knew what was in store for all of us.

With our porch looking out over the beach and the fact we sat on it quite often, it was only natural that we soon found out who our neighbors were. It was the morning of our first full day on the island that Brooke and I were enjoying coffee and first saw the family in the room beside us. They walked to the beach without noticing us, or at least without acknowledging us, but we were easily able to determine that it was a couple in their early forties and a teenage daughter, perhaps college age.

"Very nice," Brooke said softly.

"Which one?"

"Both. That guy is really cute and, damn it Traci, you even have me looking at the woman now," she said. "I like her long, blonde hair and what a body. I'm jealous."

The woman was definitely curvier than Brooke and I, but by no means would be considered heavy. She was right about the husband. He was going to be worth watching for as long as they stayed.

"The daughter inherited good genes," I said. "I'd like an hour with her alone."

"I get the second hour," Brooke insisted.

"Maybe we should start with Mom," I said. "I'd love to have my fingers in that long hair while trying to get those beautiful boobs in my mouth. It might be a tough sell, though, with a guy like that in bed with her every night."

"You've been known to convince women that's it worth a try," Brooke said with a smile.

"I do my best."

Fate was certainly with us on that trip because Bob had signed up for a deep sea fishing excursion that day and he told us over a late breakfast that the guy next door was also going. I looked at Brooke and she knew immediately what I was plotting. It was risky, but you only live once.

Soon after we knew the men were gone, we started watching for our opportunity.

"Let me get things started if we get her alone," I told Brooke. "The daughter could be a problem, though."

"Hell no," Brooke replied. "She doesn't want to be with Mom all day. She'll be out looking for guys her age. Mom will be alone, for sure."

This time Brooke nailed it. Right before noon, we saw the woman by herself in the shade of her porch. She had on a see-through cover and large sunglasses that made her already gorgeous face even more appealing. Her long legs stretched out in front of her and I wasn't sure I could hold a conversation with this woman without stammering my way through it.

Brooke and I had changed out of our bikinis into sleeveless tops and shorts. There was no use scaring off someone we were about to meet for the first time by letting her see us in those right away. Then we stepped outside to take the short walk and introduce ourselves.

"Hi, I'm Traci and this is Brooke," I said as we approached her. "We're in the room next door and just wanted to introduce ourselves."

She took off her sunglasses and, if it was possible, she was even better looking without them as her blue eyes shined back at us.

"Hi. I'm Kelley. Have a seat."

Brooke and I took chairs next to each other across from Kelley, who put the glasses back on and grinned.

"Are we keeping you from anything?" I asked.

She said, "Not at all. My daughter is off somewhere unknown and my husband is fishing."

I felt Brooke's foot hit my leg right before she said, "Yeah, he's on the same boat as my husband. How old is your daughter."

"She's eighteen. Her name's Lori. We were afraid she'd be bored stiff here, but we'll see if she makes any friends today. Boyfriends, I should say."

Brooke said, "She's very pretty. I'm sure she won't have any trouble making friends."

"She's very independent," Kelley said. "Very mature. It worries me sometimes and other times it's a blessing. As long as she checks in occasionally I'm alright. Are there four of you staying together?"

"No, just three," I replied. "I sleep on the couch. Brooke and Bob are used to me hanging around. Brooke and I work together."

Kelley seemed unsure how to take my blatant lie about the couch and I wasn't in a hurry to clarify things. I'd let her think it was all true...for now. She wouldn't have believed the truth anyway.

"Oh, that's nice," Kelley said. "We've never traveled with friends. Scott wouldn't be very comfortable with that. He's not even all that thrilled with having Lori with us."

"So he's possessive of you?" I asked her.

She grimaced and said, "Very. It's his one fault."

I imagined being able to live with a gorgeous dude that had his body and only one fault. Or living with Kelley who appeared to have not a single fault. Brooke had to notice me staring at Kelley's chest as the two of them talked. Even through the cover-up she wore, the unmistakable splendor of her breasts was evident.

We chatted for a few minutes and then Kelley said, "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you in way of drinks. We just haven't stocked up the kitchen, yet."

"We have stuff," Brooke answered quickly. "Why don't we move over to our place?"

I never knew Brooke had it in her to seduce a woman in such a cool way. I secretly slapped her on the ass while the three of us walked to our room. Her grin assured me she was also proud of herself.

Brooke took care of the drink orders while Kelley and I talked in the living room.

"What does your husband do?" I asked her.

"He's an attorney. He's always very busy and stressed. This vacation will be good, but not long enough. It took forever to get him to agree to go," she said.

"It must be hard on you."

She shrugged and said, "I work, too. I have to with Lori going into college. But that's life, I guess."

After a pause, she added, "I don't want to sound like I'm not happy. I am. It's just...difficult sometimes."

Brooke brought us the drinks, made from a margarita mix we bought at the store. Knowing her, the one Kelley had probably had a splash or two of extra tequila in it. We sat down and talked for another fifteen minutes.

Kelley didn't accept my offer for a refill, but she did seem more at ease with us and we laughed at many of her Lori stories. When Brooke and I were both in the kitchen at one point, she rose to join us. This was my chance, I thought to myself. It was now or never.

As we stood together, I said to Kelley, "Brooke and I find this time of day to be the most relaxing. You're welcome to join us if you have the time."

I began to move behind her.

She said, "I...I think I do."

"We can relieve some of that stress you've been feeling, Kelley," I said.

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently massaged them. Her silky cover-up moved along with my fingers. Kelley and Brooke looked at each other and Brooke offered a reassuring grin. I pulled down on the cover-up and reached around to untie it at her waist. It came off easily.

"Maybe I should get back...," Kelley began to say.

I put my face on her luscious, long blonde hair and whispered, "Don't go. You'll be glad you stayed."

I reached for her flat, firm abdomen and slid my hands up to the bottom of her breasts.

"No. Really. I...I...," Kelley stammered.

Brooke moved closer and put a hand on the inside of her thigh. As the hand rose, Brooke moved even closer until their bodies were just inches apart. I cupped Kelley's right tit in my hand without squeezing. Brooke's fingers were at the bottom of her bikini.

"Relax," I murmured. "It's alright."

At the same time I put a hand inside the top of her bikini, Brooke slid a finger inside the bottom and found Kelley's pussy. I could feel her entire body stiffen.

"Let go, Kelley. There's nothing to be afraid of," I said.

I couldn't believe the marvelous feeling of her large breast in my hand, with the nipple beginning to harden against my palm. I kneaded the tit the best I could with the bikini still on. Finally, I had to pull up on the cups to release both tits, despite Kelley's gasp.

"It's alright," I told her, untying the top and taking it off.

Brooke now had a hand completely inside the bikini bottom, gently rubbing Kelley's pussy. I saw that the woman's eyes were closed as she tried to comprehend what was happening.

In one last attempt, she whimpered, "Please. Stop."

But Brooke ran two fingers over Kelley's clit and I pinched her nipple, causing Kelley to cry out. There was never another attempt to end the attack on her body.

Brooke quickly pulled down the bikini bottom while I worked over both tits. Brooke didn't immediately put her face between Kelley's legs, thinking it might be too early for that. Instead, she rose, put her lips lightly on Kelley's and continued to rub her clit. I watched with delight as the kiss continued and intensified. Then my hands were on Kelley's ass, squeezing the supple skin between my fingers. God, I wanted her so bad.

If it was Kelley's intent to make us stop, all was lost when she and Brooke held each other and kissed as passionately as I had ever seen two strangers kiss. I just stood back and stared at Kelley's beautiful body in the arms of my girlfriend, not at all jealous because I knew I would have my chance with her. Brooke took a second after the kiss to lick Kelley's erect nipples. Then Brooke said, "Sit on the edge of the table."

Kelley did and Brooke got between her legs while I took her place at Kelley's tits. I saw the top of Brooke's head, knowing full well why Kelley leaned back and muttered something I couldn't hear. I began to suck on those big tits while Brooke licked and sucked Kelley's clit and drove her tongue inside her pussy.

"Yes. Yes," Kelley said over and over at the new sensations she was feeling.

Eventually, Kelley was on her back. Brooke had her arms around the woman's legs, holding her in place as Kelley's body began to quiver. I was lightly biting the nipples, then licking them and taking as much of the tit into my mouth as I could fit.

"No more," Kelley begged. "That's enough. I'm...I'm...going to...of my God. Stop!"

But we didn't stop. Brooke was sucking on the clit and stabbing it with her tongue. I was rolling a nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"No! No! Ohhhhhh fuck!"

There's something unique, I think, about a woman's first orgasm at the hands...and mouth...of another woman. For some, it's the first true orgasm they ever have. In any case, it's better than any other. Kelley came and came for what seemed an eternity, with her body squirming on the table and her shrieks of joy filling the room. Brooke only moved away when Kelley tried to crawl to the other end of the table.

Kelley covered her face with her hands and I saw a few strands of hair covered with perspiration on her forehead. She was still very, very sexy.

"I can't believe you did that," Kelley sighed. "I've never...I mean, I don't do that with anyone but Scott."

"It's not the same, is it?" I said.

"Hell no, it's not the same. My God I thought I'd never stop cumming."

"So we can invite you over again?" Brooke asked.




Brooke Ch. 03



Kelley looked at us and said, "Do you two...do that?"

"Of course," she said. "All the time."

"I can see why," Kelley said, trying to get up the strength to get off the table.

The entire episode was rehashed in full detail over dinner with Bob. He had to reposition his hard cock a couple times near the end, but he otherwise enjoyed the tale.

"Now, that's all pretty interesting because Scott made it sound like she's a little bit of a prude," Bob told us. "At least that's the impression he gave. I guess maybe you've let her see the light."

"And you still want to fuck her, don't you?" Brooke said.

"Damn right."

"Maybe if you're a good boy," Brooke told her husband, tapping his hand lightly and grinning.

Bob was a very good boy in bed that night, managing to fuck both Brooke and I before midnight. Then it was my turn to shower with him in the morning and I got another taste of his cock...this time from behind...before it was over. Even at that, the day was very young and much, much more was in store.

Brooke and I chose that day to take a cab across the island to Philipsburg on the Dutch side. As we waited outside the front of the hotel, Kelley and Scott came out and we decided to share the cab and all go together. It worked out perfectly...and not just for me and Brooke.

Bob, of course, would have no part of an all-day shopping trip. He was fine spending time at the beach or sitting on the porch drinking a margarita, or two. Much to his surprise and pleasure, Lori had also decided to skip the trip to Philipsburg. She appeared on her porch in the same bikini Bob saw her in the previous day—a tastefully skimpy, bluish suit that went well with her long blonde hair and tanned skin. At first, she seemed unaware of Bob's presence and incessant staring. Then she saw him and waved bashfully. Bob had no way of knowing that all the pieces were in place for an afternoon he would not soon forget.

Bob fully expected the girl to wander off. Instead, she lingered on the porch for a while, standing at the railing and looking out over the beach. Bob was a few dozen yards away, but still had an adequate view of her flawless ass, legs, and back. She was young enough to retain her hourglass figure and old enough to be filled out in all the right places. He had certainly been aroused by the story about her Mom, but this teenager was enough to make him forget about Kelley for a while.

Bob couldn't have been more shocked when Lori walked off the porch and turned in his direction. He watched every step she took; the way her breasts moved in response to her legs striding through the sand.

Lori stopped at the step leading onto his porch and said, "Would you mind company?"

"Of course not."

"I'm Lori," she said, helping herself to a chair and crossing her legs.

"I'm Bob. I was with your Dad yesterday on a fishing trip."

She smiled and said sarcastically, "I bet THAT was fun."

Bob laughed. "We aren't single teenagers. I'm sure you had a better day than us."

Lori shook her head and replied, "I doubt it. There are not many guys here my age and the ones I've met are asses."

"Well then...let an old guy entertain you for a while."

"I like older men," Lori said with a serious look on her face. She adjusted her sunglasses and added, "They can be asses, too, of course, but I like maturity."

"What are you doing today?" Bob asked.

"Don't know. What do you suggest?"

Bob was taken aback by her question and disregarded saying what he was thinking. He finally said, "Have you ever been to Orient Beach?"

"Nope. This is my first time here."

"It's about a ten minute cab ride away," Bob said. "It's rather well known for being a 'clothing optional' beach."

Lori uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, saying, "You mean a nude beach? Really?"

"In full disclosure, I have to tell you that of all the times I've been there, the nude people should be dressed and the people in bikinis should be nude."

Lori laughed loudly and said, "Can we go? I'll help pay for the cab. Honest."

"If you have time and allowed to go, we can go."

"I'm eighteen," she said proudly. "I can do whatever I fuckin' want."

This time Bob laughed. "Get your stuff and meet me back here."

Lori literally ran back to her room, another sight that pleased Bob to no end. In less than five minutes, she was back with a bag full of beach supplies and a long t-shirt over her bikini.

"Let's go," she said excitedly.

Orient Beach, like many in the Caribbean, was a crescent shaped bay lined with hotels and condos. The beach itself was covered with lounge chairs, umbrellas, and people. By the time Lori and Bob arrived, they were chatting as if they had known each other for years and Bob let the teenager pick out their spot among the crowd. They laid out a towel Bob had brought and Lori dug in her bag for sunscreen after taking off her t-shirt.

They were seated close together and Bob saw Lori looking around them once she had the bottle of lotion in her hand.

"Look!" she said softly and pointing down the beach. "There's a woman sitting topless. Can I do that, please? My parents would NEVER let me do that."

"You think I'm going to say no?" Bob said honestly.

Lori giggled and reached behind her neck. In a matter of seconds, she had her bikini top off and Bob was trying not to stare at the best set of tits he'd ever laid eyes on. Lori put some lotion on her hand and began to spread it over her breasts, both of which sported an unmistakable outline of her bikini.

"I hope I don't burn too bad," she said without pausing.

"We won't stay long, if you think you will."

"I'm not leaving until I see a naked person," Lori insisted.

Then she lay on her stomach, handed the lotion to Bob, and told him, "Get my back and legs, please."

He didn't dare look around him and count the number of men who had most likely been gazing at her from the second they arrived. Bob just did his job, starting with her smooth shoulders and upper back. By the time he got to her waistline, he was practically shaking at the thought of having to do her legs. Bob couldn't, in good conscience, pass up the opportunity. Thus, with lotion in hand, he covered the bottom of one side of her ass and moved down her thigh to her knee and calf. Then he got the other side, starting at the calf and finishing with a lengthy swipe across her other cheek.

"There. You're safe now," Bob told her as she turned over.

"Thanks."

A second later, she said, "Oh, look. At the edge of the water over there. It's a naked guy coming this way. This is fantastic."

By the time he got close enough for us to see, he was, as expected, a man in his sixties with a beer belly and less than impressive cock.

"That is so cool," Lori exclaimed. Then, "I'm going in the water. You coming?"

"In a minute, maybe. You go ahead."

She trotted into the surf and gracefully dove head first under the waves. Lori swam like a pro away from the shoreline before stopping and turning to face Bob. The water was up to her neck. He saw her wave for him to join her.

Bob took a deep breath and walked into the water. He dove under one time, and then stood again to finish his walk to where Lori stood. They were nearly alone, with the closest person being a good twenty yards away. Bob saw Lori grinning and moving a bit. Soon he knew why.

Lori held up the bottom of her bikini.

"Hold this for me," she said, handing it to Bob.

He took it and watched her swim a little farther out, her delicious ass just above the water. She turned and came back, standing again with the top of her breasts above water.

"You're a great swimmer," he said.

She moved closer and told him, "Thanks. And thanks for bringing me here. This is so much fun."

Lori leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips, her tits coming out of the water. Her hand rested on his crotch. She said softly, "Wouldn't it be cool to fuck in the ocean?"

Bob felt his cock twitch and begin to harden. Lori gripped it tighter.

"I think you need to find a guy your own age for that, Lori."

Her hand reached inside his trunks.

"Aren't you getting naked?"

"Not here. I don't want to be one of those old dudes at Orient Beach."

"Oh, I can tell already you aren't anything like that old guy we saw," she said, gripping his hard cock.

Bob was very glad his back was to the beach. It would be several minutes before he would be able to leave the water without embarrassment. Lori finally released his cock, stood close enough for her body to touch his, and said, "How many chances like this do you get in life, Bob?"

He allowed his hands to travel over her back and ass before saying, "If you can wait until we get back, I'll fuck you like none of your little boyfriends ever have. But I won't do it in public."

She smiled and answered, "That's fair. Now, I'm going to give the guys on the beach a show. Bring my bikini with you when you come in."

Bob floated in the water with just his head above the surface as he, and every other male on Orient Beach, watched the stark naked teenager stroll out of the water. She pulled her hair behind her head to squeeze water out of it, thrusting her chest out in the process. When she arrived at the towel with their stuff, she sat with her knees pulled up and her arms wrapped around them. A few minutes later, Bob joined her.

They stayed less than an hour. Lori put her bikini bottom and t-shirt back on and they gathered up their belongings before walking to the parking lot and finding a cab. Bob saw her nipples protruding under the thin material of the shirt and he wondered if she was as eager to get back to the hotel as he was. Or was her question about chances like this a flippant remark she never intended to answer?

Lori did keep her promise about helping to pay for the cab and Bob invited her to his room, knowing that having Brooke and I walk in on them was better than having her parents do the same. Bob didn't have to wait long to find out that Lori was going to make him keep his word. As soon as they had set down their beach gear, she went up to Bob and wrapped herself around him. She kissed him feverishly, exploring his mouth with her tongue and pressing her pussy against his cock. The moment it ended, he yanked off her shirt.

Lori pulled off his shirt and rubbed his crotch through his trunks while staring intensely into his eyes.

"Show me how a real man fucks," she commanded in the sexiest voice Bob had ever heard.

He untied her bikini bottom and pulled it off. She responded by pulling down his trunks. Before she could do anything else, Bob swept up the startled, naked teen into his arms and took her into the bedroom. She shrieked as he tossed her onto the bed, but the smile on her face assured him she was ready. Bob was on top of her immediately and they kissed once more, rolling on the bed with Lori's legs wrapped around him. Her energy aroused him, not to mention the feel of her lithe body. The result was an erection that rubbed against her stomach as they tumbled.

When they broke apart, Lori dived for the cock she had been feeling. She caressed it for only a moment before sliding her tongue from his balls to the tip. Lori teased the head for a little while until she finally slid it into her mouth. To Bob's enjoyment, she was meticulous at first, taking the cock all the way in before slowly pulling back. Her tongue never stopped working and soon she was bobbing up and down on the shaft like a pro...which she may have been, for all Bob knew.

He was glad when she quickly moved up to straddle his waist, placing her neatly shaven pussy directly over his stiff cock. Bob had never seen a more beautiful girl, with her blonde hair hanging over her shoulders and her firm tits waiting for his hands and mouth. Lori put the cock in place and, with a wicked grin, lowered herself onto it.

"Oh my God, that feels so good," he told her.

She was very wet and he was all the way in without issue. That's when he fully appreciated the tightness of her young pussy. She began to move and he just closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

"Fuck me, Bob," she said quietly. "Show me how a grown man can fuck a little girl like me."

He picked up the pace, holding her by the ass at first until he moved his hands to her tits. He massaged them a little rougher as the fucking continued, pulling on the nipples and watching them grow. Bob felt Lori tightening the muscles of her pussy around him and he drove his cock into her faster and harder.

"That's it," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

They rolled onto their sides, never missing a beat. Bob sucked on Lori's tits and lightly bit the nipples, feeling her pussy constrict in response. Then he was on top of her, pounding her pussy with his cock as hard as he could.

"Yes. Yes!" she cried out.

Bob had his hands under her soft ass, pulling her up to him with each thrust. She gripped his ass and demanded more. The bed rocked for several minutes as they brought each other closer.

"Oh fuck, yes! Just a little...more...," Lori sighed.

She came with a squeal of ecstasy, holding onto Bob as tight as she could while her orgasm burst through her body. Bob buried his face in her hair and urged her to keep cumming. She obeyed nicely. Then, with a massive grunt, his own orgasm erupted. Each new groan was accompanied by a deposit of his cum in her sweet, tight pussy as he drove his cock into her repeatedly. Even when he thought he was empty, a new tightening of her pussy around his cock led to another spurt.

Bob tumbled off of her so they could recover. Lori was the first to move, sliding on top and kissing him.

"Wow, you ARE good," she told him. "Tell me we can do this again."

"If I have my way, it will be a daily event."

Lori laughed, not having a clue what further adventures truly awaited them.



Brooke Ch. 04



Chapter 04

The Rescue

Brooke went over the arrangements yet again making William recite his part to perfection. Something was bound to go wrong but with luck they could improvise and rescue Carlene from that bastard uncle of his, Freddy. 

"We will succeed," William enthused.

"Like I just did for you?" she quipped. 

"Eh?" 

"Never mind, just go I've got to get ready," she sighed. 

Brooke was in the shower washing off William's cum, thinking out loud. "Men are so thick when they're distracted by their penis. If only the uncle had been as pliable as his girlfriend, or William, Carlene wouldn't still be there and that bastard Freddy wouldn't have anything over me to keep me dancing around like his damn puppet." 

If she could have used her body to distract the guards at Freddy's house she would have tried it already. The damn place was more like a fortified compound than a home but William had found a way in. Later tonight might be their only chance to free Carlene.

They had seduced and abused his girlfriend and breaking into his compound would add to Freddy's loss of face. Freeing her was only a part of the issue for he had contacts enough to find them and the retribution would be severe, if not deadly. 

***

Taking a deep breath she entered the club as ordered. Brooke wondered what ordeal she would be forced to endure next. The stupid blonde bimbo they had toyed with hadn't been worth this much trouble, though she did feel a tinge of excitement mixed with the apprehension over this new adventure. 

If her friend hadn't been held to ransom she just might have enjoyed the adventure; stepping into the unknown ready to obey a stranger. She too had limits, though not very clearly defined. She was no stranger to danger she lived for it and could cope with men or women, maybe turning them into accomplices to get her own way as she had William.

Having to keep her wits about her she avoided the bar. She was black in an all white male dominated club which sent a shiver through her despite the earlier bravado. At least they weren't bottled up red necks. They were a tough looking crowd maybe criminals like William's uncle, though that didn't stop the men ogling her body.

Brooke wore a white stretchy sheathe contoured to her curves, purposely exuding sex so as to seduce the next client. He could either be brought to heel or brought off quickly, it didn't matter which. A couple of heavyweight guys made a move on her reminding Brooke of that disgusting act around the Freddy's pool and she uncharacteristically froze. 

She couldn't get the image of those big hulks, taking her every hole while Freddy watched, leaving her shaking and afraid. This fear thing was something new and she didn't like it one bit. Before she could recover a third man appeared between them. He put a hand on the two big men, looking as though he were resting his hands on shelves not shoulders, and leaned in on Brooke.

"You been sent over by Freddy?" he asked. 

The friendly wink calmed her a little. At the mention of the bastards name the two hard cases shied off, moving surprisingly nimbly for such large predatory beasts. 

"I'm the manager here," he explained. She glimpsed the blue card and sighed inwardly. The card meant she had to obey this man, unable to refuse whatever he wanted, while her friend was held prisoner at that damn compound by that bastard Freddy, William's uncle.

Why did it have to be the manager? She could be there to serve behind the bar but didn't think so. After what she had done to Freddy's girlfriend this was going to be a punishment, she was going to be taught a lesson. She couldn't dance, couldn't hold a tune but anyone could lie back and take it. Brooke could cope with a private one on one performance but here in this club she might be expected to become the entertainment. 

Those two big brutes would be the least of her worries. This man could give her to anyone, maybe more than one. It had been made clear by that disgusting Freddy she was to obey absolutely whoever held the blue card or her friend would suffer. Freddy knew how to make a person suffer for brutality was his trade; he was a malicious gangster.

She would have to make sure this guy didn't complain or her friend would suffer. She was fully aware of the dire position she was in but with William turning up she thought it might be easier than imagined. No such luck now.

A big toothy smile failed to portray confidence rather it revealed anxiety and weakness. The nightmare was about to start after all, she was going to be that evil bastard Freddy's whore! 

She followed the manager through the club into his office all the time hoping to regain enough confidence to seduce him. It was imperative she pleased him, not just to save her friend a punishment but to save herself from the worst his imagination could conjure up. 

He waved a hand meaning for her to stand in front of the desk while he took a seat. He swivelled around examining her from head to toe. Her head hung low, avoiding looking at him, while trying to regain the usual charm.

"Let's take a look at you then," he said, meaning for her to look up at him.

"Yes, sir," she responded, knowing this was a time to play the submissive card. It would do no good cajoling him for he ran a seriously heavy club and had already shown how he could handle those heavies. So nervous was she his demand was interpreted as something more than for her to look at him.

She peeled the hem of the tight white dress up her body, already revealing the outlines of a voluptuous figure, to expose a tiny thong. Peeling it higher she struggled to pull it off over her head it was so tight. She stood before him pulling at her hair, feeling very naked. Often she wore no underwear for the sheer devilment of it but this was different.

He looked at her professionally assessing her assets, not revealing the slightest surprise at her mistake when she stripped off. "You must owe him a lot of money or some very big favour," he commented. "You're an amateur aren't you," he added, when she refused to answer. 

The amateur jibe she took to mean she was too shy to remove the underwear. The guy continued to appraise her body waiting her out. Relenting to his patience she unclipped the bra dropping it onto the floor with the dress. The thong was designed not to show under the figure hugging dress and it too was a struggle to remove. 

He stared at her large breasts then seemingly satisfied stared right between her legs at a neatly shaved pussy. The professionalism of that look meant there wasn't the slightest chance of seducing him for he was too used to handling scantily clad dancers, entertainers and probably whores too.

The feeling of defeat was creeping over her despite the monumental effort at maintaining a last shred of confidence.

He didn't need her to strip off for what she was going to do but he wasn't complaining. "So, do you know what you are here for?" he asked casually.

"What, what ever you want me for, sir" she stammered, with a whisper of a voice. The pathetic sound of her own voice made her realise how nervous she was. Brooke tried to make it sound as though she was there for him and only him but knew he wasn't interested in the hired help. 

She was going to be used to entertain the customers. Who was she kidding she was there to fuck whoever he wanted her to fuck and they both knew it. She had played around like a naughty slut but to become this man's whore was devastating. She would have to pretend to enjoy it too just to get a good report with that bastard Freddy. One false move and Carlene would feel it from a whip or much worse. 

Anyone else would have burst into tears in abject sorrow by now but she had been in bad situations before and always turned them to her advantage. There was still some hope of getting out of this.

"I have a special guest in tonight you will entertain. Make sure you please them as Freddy specifically told me to report on your behaviour," he started to say.

'Why do men always want to lecture me,' she wondered. At least it looked as though it would be just the one, unless the client was perverse. Maybe he liked to watch others fuck her. The sudden thought of animals made her shiver. 

He took it as a sign of her inexperience, but before he could continue a knock sounded loud on the door. It swung open admitting a tall confident woman. She was dressed conservatively with an expensive set of pearls draped around her neck. The dress was designed exclusively for her confirming the look of class and money. 

Brooke looked down at the cheap screwed up nylon sheath that was her dress and almost laughed at the pathetic situation she was in. 

"Hmm, nice," the woman said. 

"Hi Dorothy, nice to see you, how are you, I'm fine. So that's the pleasantries over with shall we get down to business?" he asked, without her saying a word.

"You know me too well, darling," she smiled grimly. "Is this it," she said, nodding toward Brooke.

"Yes. I haven't had a chance to brief her yet," he said.

"Debriefed her I see!" she chuckled, with a smokers rasp. "No need, I'll take charge of the little tramp," she said.

"Get dressed," he said, sounding bored with them both. 

The woman was middle aged, a tough character, looking like a Disney villainess. Brooke was sure the woman had a long cigarette holder somewhere in the large bag she carried. Realising she had been spoken to she reached for her clothes.

She was unfazed over being naked for she wore clothes to tease and loved exposing her body. The dress had curled up into itself looking ridiculously tiny now and would need stretching, with difficulty, back into shape just to cover the essentials. It was more than likely it would display some personal bits with every step. 

"Stay, girl," the woman demanded. "Here, put this on," she told Brooke. 

Brooke took the dog collar without a word of protest, gaining time to asses this new adversary, ready to winkle out the woman's weaknesses. She had played this sort of game with Carlene often enough and was relieved she was to be given to a woman. She reached for her clothes again.

"Down, pet," Dorothy commanded and slapped a wrist with the leash. She clipped the leash to the collar. "I'll take it as it is, no need for adornments," the woman told him.

"The door on the left takes you direct to the private rooms," the manager told Dorothy as she guided Brooke out. A sharp tug of the leash had Brooke walking close, either under control or choking. She chose to be an obedient pet until she could get the better of this woman.

At the end of a corridor Dorothy stopped before a plain door. "Down, pet," the woman demanded. 

Brooke got onto all fours as she had some time ago with Carlene when playing this kind of game. It was obvious what was going to happen in that private room but Brooke was steeling herself to it, building a protective resistance.

Crawling through on hands and knees the noise of conversations and background music burst over them. This wasn't a private room they were back in the club! The damn woman was parading her naked across the sticky carpet among all these men. She was showing off her cute little pet on a leash.

The expected groping didn't occur as she crawled alongside her mistress to the bar. The men showed Dorothy respect, obviously knowing who she was, which gave Brooke something to think about. She would normally get hot over displaying her naked body but managed to restrain her lascivious thoughts.

The time she had rigged a dress to fall off when Carlene tugged it, contriving to make it look like an accident, flashed through her mind but was quickly suppressed. These people were dangerous so she needed to keep her wits about her. Perhaps she was learning a lesson after all.

The crowd standing at the bar parted. "My usual and the same for the pet," Dorothy ordered. "In an ashtray," she added

Brooke was appalled. She was expected to lap the damn drink from a dirty ashtray on the floor. Carefully licking, avoiding a cigarette end and some ash, was not her idea of fun even though she had some weird ideas on how to behave. 

Leaning forward, ass up, gave everyone an intimate view of her shaved crotch. No one mentioned it, which meant they had a lot of respect for her mistress, but she could feel their eyes boring into her. The submissive role and alcohol was working on her exposed hole. 

"Enjoy your drink, pet?" Dorothy asked. 

Brooke looked up glaring at her.

The woman reached down with a finger pushing at her sex. "Everyone looks very interested in this little hole but I'm sure they could use the others too. Nice tight asshole pet. Do you want me to give you to these men?" she asked. 

Brooke looked up at her mistress with imploring eyes. Before she could speak she spat out a cigarette end. "Please mistress, keep me just for you, please!" she whispered back.

"Be a good little pet and do as you are told then," she demanded. 

"Yes mistress, thank you mistress," Brooke replied. Inwardly she groaned knowing her usual protective sassiness had been deflated leaving her submissive side to take over. She often submersed herself in the role with Carlene but it was safe with her friend but with this woman it left her so terribly vulnerable. The more she gave in the more submissive she became and the woman obviously knew how to take advantage of it.

Brooke was naked in an exclusive club full of men with the morals of the gutter, dependent on the protection of this dominating harridan. It was no wonder she felt defeated and totally obedient, unable to use her usual guile to get out of trouble. She was in a real mess now, without the prospect of her friends help.

Obediently she padded on all fours through the club led by her mistress. On the way they met a young guy also with a pet on the end of a leash. "Be a good pet and smell its ass," her mistress commanded. 

The other pet girl did the same to Brooke, not that she minded at all, in fact by now she was ready to be licked and wiggled her ass at the older woman.

"Kiss its ass pet," she laughed. 

As humiliating as it was, in a room full of strangers, it must have been more so for an older woman to be kissing her young black asshole. The woman hadn't known anything about her but it was now obvious she was turned on by this lewd and humiliating display.

"That's enough! You're enjoying it far too much you're like bitches on heat. Now French kiss her to clean your mouth you dirty little slut," her mistress demanded. Pulling the leash she manoeuvred her pet around so they were face to face.

Brooke gulped and froze. She recognised the woman! She was a policewoman! How could that be possible? The look on the cops face didn't show the slightest recognition, rather her eyes were full of lust, enjoying every moment of this dire humiliation.

She wasn't just a street cop either, she had some high rank, yet here she was being led around naked in a club full of criminals by a young guy. Hell! The woman moved in and all Brooke could do was open her mouth letting the cop explore her tongue. Pressing mouths close they opened up with big wet slobbering kisses, wrapping tongues around in a swirling fight, exploring each others mouths. 

"That's enough!" Dorothy commanded and pulled hard on the leash. "Your pet is a right little slut, mine too by the look of things," she added with delight.

"She's frustrated, hasn't had her full dose of cock yet," the young guy told Dorothy. "I'm going to see to her then leave her to the customers for extra fucking," he added.

Dorothy looked at the two of them in disgust. Pulling on the leash she led Brooke away without another word to the horrible young man. So it seemed even she had standards. "Come along pet, you might catch something from the dirty bitch," she warned Brooke in an exaggerated tone of dismissal aimed at the young man.

In a private room Dorothy pulled off the expensive dress and dumped it on the floor without a thought to its value. It was an unconscious display of wealth. She made herself comfortable on a pile of cushions, opened her legs and crooked a finger at Brooke who crawled toward her. "Lets see what you can do pet, pleasure your mistress," she smirked.

Brooke was in familiar territory now, no longer out of her depth, able to dive in deeper than this woman expected. Her new mistress wore no panties so there was little to do but practise an art she and Carlene had mastered. 

She tenderly kissed and stroked both thighs hoping to keep the woman off guard as though she might be shy. Licking them now she made her way toward the bare pussy, just the way she liked them. She licked wetly with a long strong tongue at the crease beside a pair of swelling lips, occasionally nudging the lips with her nose. 

As though a novice she tenderly kissed the now bulging wet lips then suddenly sucked everything into her mouth and nibbled boldly. The muscular tongue reached in among the open folds of her cunt teasing the woman's bud. The pressure of the strong suction was increased and Brooke knew it how it would feel; as though she were being pulled inside out. 

It was obviously a tremendous arousal for Dorothy for she started squirming and lifted her hips to have her cunt worshiped by her new pet. Her head rocked back opening her mouth to gargle a string of words. "Yes! Eat me pet. Lovely pet, oh! Yes! You fucking slut, do it, make your mistress cum, you bitch pet," she croaked.

Fortunately the woman didn't clamp her thighs around Brooke's head allowing her some freedom to stretch up and pinch the woman's nipples and massage her breasts. She moved up to massaging her body while the woman came round from the deep orgasm. Bending over her mouth she was going to deep kiss her. 

"No pet, not after kissing that sluts asshole," she warned. "You did so well I'm going to keep you as my live-in pet. I want more, so much more," she crooned. "I'll arrange with the manager to take you home. I'll pay him a great deal to make you my suck slave," she sighed.

Brooke was both flattered and angry at the idea of this woman buying her. She took no notice and leaned in while the woman struggled to push her off only to find her wrists caught in restraints. They were strategically placed around the floor under the cushions but Brooke had found one then another while bringing her victim under control during the orgasm. 

Dorothy tried to bite her but Brooke was younger, stronger and faster. She had played this game too often with Carlene to be caught out. 

"No you bitch, stop it, let me go! You'll be punished for this," she threatened.

Brooke rocked back on her haunches breathing heavily, only now getting her breath back after diving in the woman's flabby wet hole. 

"My husband will punish you badly pet if I ask him. You wouldn't like that one little bit, he's a vindictive bastard at the best of times," she said, with a look of disgust on her face.

"The men out there respect you, because of him?" she asked. A nod confirmed it. "Who is he then?" she asked. Hoping a powerful husband might be able to help in the fight against Freddy.

"Its easy to find out, just ask anyone here," she said, with a dangerous glare. "Loosen me right now and I'll punish you instead of giving you to him to deal with," she added.

Brooke looked in one of the cupboards and found a big rubber dildo. She licked it seductively and rubbed it between the woman's thighs that were now held wide by two more restraints fastened to the floor. 

"So who is he then?" she asked, moving the big black dildo closer to the woman's cunt. She wasn't afraid at all and just smiled.

"You won't know him sweet lamb but to his friends, correction accomplices in crime, he is simply known as Freddy," she stated. "What's the matter pet? Damn! You're one of his tramps and he set me up with you!" she said, suddenly looking angry and very mean.




Brooke Ch. 04



Brooke and I made our way downstairs and through the crowd to the food table. There was some food left, but most of it had been eaten already. Brooke stopped to fix each of us a sandwich as I walked over to the kegs to get us each a beer. After pouring two beers, I joined Brooke over by the food table. She had managed to scrape together enough to make each of us a sandwich and found some chips. We finished our food as people came up to us, especially Brooke, and complemented her on the dance routine earlier. It seemed like everyone enjoyed it. Some even commented on my dancing, which I know wasn't nearly as good, or appealing, as hers.

After we finished our beers and food, I went back over to the kegs to get one final beer for each of us before we left the party. While drawing our beers, a drunk frat boy came up and started talking with me like we were old friends.

"Hey man, how's it hanging?"

"Fine," I replied, while trying to get away from him. He already had an arm draped around my shoulder.

"We've got some good action going on upstairs if you want a piece of it," he said, slurring every other word.

"Not interested," I replied.

"C'mon man, this is too good to pass up. We have a new field hockey player, and she's DTF! You need to get some of this, I did. Hell, we all have!" he said laughing.

I immediately thought about Amanda, and was sure she was who he was talking about.

"You got her on something?" I asked, trying to get more information out of him.

"Nah . . . didn't have to. She was making out with a friend of mine at the beginning of the party and then they went to his room. He said I could tag along. After he did'er, she asked me to fuck'er too, so I did. My friend went to get some others, and she did all of them and more. She's wasted, but its only the beer. She hasn't had anything else that I know of."

I thanked him for the information and went to get Brooke, while he was yelling at me, "Better get you a piece of that ass!"

I gave Brooke her beer and told her what the guy told me. We both knew it had to be Amanda, and decided that we better go rescue her, for her own good, whether she was aware of it or not.

We made our way through the crowd and back up the stairs to the room where we saw Amanda earlier. I opened the door, walked in, and found a guy zipping up his pants.

"She's all yours now," he said, "but I think she's worn out. There's not much action from her. She just kinda lays there and takes it."

I walked over to the bed as he left the room, Brooke behind me. Amanda was on the bed on her back, arms over her head, legs apart and hanging over the corner of the bed, just as the guy left her. 

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" she asked me as I walked over to her.

"No, Amanda, I'm not going to fuck you."

"How'd you know my name?" She asked.

"I'm Steven. You came with me, Brooke and Liz to the party. Do you remember that?" I asked.

"Yeah, I remember that, and I remember wanting to fuck you, too. You sure you don't wanna?"

"Amanda, I'm with Brooke, remember?"

"That's ok, I won't say anything to Brooke about it if you do."

"You just did, she's right here behind me. We're gonna get you cleaned up and take you home."

Amanda giggled, looked over at Brooke and said, "Sorry about that Brooke. He's so fucking cute, though."

Amanda was a mess. It was quite obvious that she'd several partners tonight.

"Amanda, I need to ask you something. Did anyone force you to do this? Did they give you anything? A pill or anything?"

Amanda started crying. She was talking, but much of it was incoherent due to her crying and her state of inebriation. 

"Nobody forced me to do anything, and I don't think they gave me anything. I was making out with some guy downstairs. He said I was pretty, and he wanted to take me to his room where it would be more private. Once we got here we started making out and he took off my clothes and said he wanted to do it with me. I'd never done it before, and wanted to see what it was like. We fucked, and then he asked his friend if he wanted to fuck me too. I was willing, at first, and then after the first couple of guys, I thought it really didn't matter, and just went with everything." 

"Are you sure nobody forced themselves on you?"

She was answering, but not making much sense. She would come and go, sometimes speaking clearly, for someone who was inebriated, other times, barely coherent. As far as I could ascertain, nobody forced themselves on her or gave her anything other than beer, but they certainly took advantage of her innocence and state of drunkenness. I felt bad that I let it go on for so long, as I was fairly certain at the time this is what was happening. She closed her eyes as if she was falling asleep again.

"Amanda, wake up, we need to get you cleaned up and out of here," I said to her several times, getting little or no response.

"We're gonna have to clean her up and get her dressed," I said to Brooke, who looked like she was about to vomit. I was right. She rushed out the door and threw up in the hallway. I followed her outside. Brooke is a very audible vomiter; has been all her life, and this was no different. Just the sight of Amanda made her sick, and she was not quiet about it as she threw up in the hall.

"Steven, I don't think I can go back in there, she looks so pitiful. I can't believe she let them do that . . ."

"Ok, you stand by the door and don't let anyone go in. I'll try to find something to clean her up a little before I dress her. I can't put her clothes back on her as she is, and I'm not going to parade her through the crowd looking like she does now," I said as I rushed down the hall to the bathroom. Why I thought I'd find anything in there to clean Amanda up, I'll never know. The place was a mess. I went back into the hall and found a linen closet, which, amazingly, had some clean towels and washcloths. I wet the wash cloths and I grabbed a bottle of body wash from the shower and took it with me back to the room, where I found Brooke waiting patiently for my return. There was no one else in the hall.

"I at least want you in the room with me when I clean her up, Brooke. I don't want to be in there alone with her, the way she is and all."

"Fine. I'll go in, and I'll try to help, but I'm not promising I won't get sick again, but I'll try not to."

Brooke went in with me, and we walked over to the bed beside Amanda. I tried talking to her again, but she wasn't making any sense at all. She would, however, follow commands. I took the washcloths and put some of the body wash on them and began washing Amanda off enough that we could get her dressed. We would have to give her a shower when we got her back to the hotel, but I wanted to get her clean enough that we could dress her.

After washing her up some, I dried her off. I asked Brooke to look for her clothes, which she soon found in a pile in a corner of the room. Brooke was able to help me get Amanda dressed, and by the time we finished, Amanda started coming around some, and was more talkative.

"Amanda, we're gonna take you back to our hotel room and get you a shower and then try to get you sobered up some before we take you back to your hotel and your mother," I shared with her.

Amanda thanked me, and then started crying. "I don't know why you're doing all this for me, I'm nothing but a . . ." 

I cut her off before she could go any further. 

"Don't worry about anything now, we'll talk later. We just want to get you out of here. Do you think you can walk?" I asked her.

"I can try," she said, while trying to stand. While wobbly, she was able to stand and then walk, with assistance from me and Brooke. We made our way to the door, down the hall and down the stairs, where we met Liz.

"You guys leaving?" Liz asked.

"Yeah, we need to get Amanda sobered up before we take her back to the hotel room. Can you come along and give us some help?" I asked.

"No fucking way I'm taking care of that slut," Liz responded. I thought momentarily about the irony of that statement, with the show Liz put on earlier in the evening, but I let it slide. "I'm staying here for a while, and then I'm going back to the hotel. I'm not messing around with her."

"Fine," I said, taking Amanda outside for some fresh air. I knew she'd never make it walking back to the hotel. Looking down the street I spotted a taxi. I waved at him, and he started his engine and pulled up in front of us.

I told him the name of our hotel, and he knew the place. I'm sure these frat parties give them much business, at least I hoped so. There was nobody in there tonight who was in any shape to drive home.

I asked the driver to take us to the side door so we wouldn't have to go through the lobby holding Amanda up. The door at the side was next to the elevator, so we could take that to our floor. I paid the driver and we got out. With Brooke and me bracing her, Amanda was able to walk to the hotel and to the elevator. We finally made it to our room, and let Amanda lie down on the bed.

"Whew," Brooke sighed, "I didn't think we were ever going to get back here. This room looks good to me now."

"Yeah, it does. Now we need to get her showered and sobered up some. You start the coffee and I'll start the shower," I told Brooke. 

Leaving Amanda on the bed, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower. I left it on the cool side, hoping that it would sober her up faster. We needed to wash her good, and wash her hair, which was matted.

When I returned to the bedroom, Brooke was making the coffee, so I started undressing Amanda.

"Amanda, we're going to get you in the shower to clean you up and sober you up some before taking you back to your hotel. Is that ok with you?"

"Yeah, that's ok. Thank you for taking care of me. I'm such a fuck up," Amanda said as she started to cry again.

I removed the clothing I had just put on her a few minutes ago, and got her ready for the shower. Amanda, with our help, was able to make it to the shower, but was not able to wash herself. Brooke and I got her into the shower, and Brooke held her as I washed her again. I started with her hair, and washed it for a long time. Amanda seemed to enjoy it as I lathered her hair and massaged her scalp, trying to get everything out of her hair. After finishing her hair, I thoroughly washed the rest of her body. Amanda helped some, and Brooke held her steady as I finished up. We got her out of the shower, and as Brooke held her, I dried her off and dried her hair. Amanda was able to brush through her hair, but that was about all she could do for herself.

Brooke got out some panties for me to put on Amanda. We threw Amanda's old ones away. The rest of her clothes were in good enough shape for her to wear home. After we got her dressed, Brooke gave her some coffee, and she sipped at it for a few minutes.

The three of us sat down on the side of the bed, with Amanda between us. Brooke took the hairbrush from Amanda and began brushing her hair for her as we talked. Amanda had one cup of coffee and I got her a second cup. I didn't really know if it would help that much, but it was the least we could do for her. 

Amanda admitted that she wouldn't have thought of doing what she did if she hadn't been drinking so much, and was very much embarrassed by the events of the evening. I asked her if she was on the pill, and she said that she wasn't. I suggested that she go to the pharmacy in the morning and get a morning after pill and take it. I also suggested that she go to the doctor when she got home to make sure she didn't pick up a STD. I was sure that the chances were good since she had sex with six or more, probably more, guys. After about an hour, we were ready to take Amanda back to her hotel. I left to get the car, and told Brooke that I'd call when I got back to the hotel. Amanda thought she could walk down to the car, but Brooke insisted that she stay with her until I got back.

About twenty minutes later I had retrieved my car from the restaurant where Brooke and I had dinner, called Brooke, and the two of them came through the front door. I opened the door for Amanda and she got into the back seat. Brooke got in front with me. We drove over to Amanda's hotel and I parked close to the lobby entrance. The three of us went into the hotel, got on the elevator and went to Amanda's room. She said that she and her mother had a two bedroom suite, and she was sure that her mother was already in bed in her room, and didn't think that she'd run into her. Amanda used her key card to open the door. She kissed both me and Brooke on the cheek and thanked us for taking care of her. Brooke said that she'd call her in the morning just to check on her. As Amanda went into her room and closed her door, both Brooke and I gave a sigh of relief. 

Brooke didn't say anything as we drove back to the hotel. When we got inside our room, she threw her arms around me and kissed me. 

"God that was awful," she said.

"Yeah, it really was. I hope she does ok. I feel bad that I didn't do something earlier to stop her, but it sounded like she did it on her own free will, even though she was drunk and all."

"I'm ready for bed, Steven. This evening has worn me out."

I agreed, and the two of us stripped down and crawled into the bed together. I kissed Brooke a couple of times, but neither of us were in the mood for anything else after all we'd been through. Brooke rolled over on her side, facing away from me. I slid up to her and spooned her. This is my favorite way to sleep with her. I draped my arms around her and gently rubbed her tits, kissed her neck, and soon we both fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of water running in the shower. Looking at the clock on the night stand, I noticed that we still had a couple of hours before we needed to be at the school to talk with the admissions director. I lay in the bed for a couple of minutes, waiting for Brooke to finish and return to the bedroom. Thinking of her in the shower, I started to get hard. I rubbed my cock for a few minutes, and then got out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. As I entered the room, I could see Brooke through the glass walls of the shower stall. She looked so beautiful standing there, rinsing herself with the hand-held shower spray. Her hair was hanging down her back and around her right shoulder. Her luscious tits were pert, her nipples hard, as she sprayed the lather off her tight frame. 

I walked over and opened the door, reached in and turning off the water, I pulled her close and kissed her. Brooke stepped out of the shower and kissed me as I wrapped one arm around her, and dropped the other to her firm ass. After kissing her for several minutes, I grabbed a towel and dried off every inch of her luscious body, took her by the hand, and led her back into the bedroom. She fell backwards onto the bed, and I joined her. With her back propped up by the several pillows on the bed, I lay beside her and started kissing her again.

While kissing her, I rubbed her thighs and her chest as she squirmed beside me, her legs wrapping around me. I grabbed her ass while we kissed, feeling the softness of one cheek and then the other. God, she felt so wonderful. I kissed her tits, and slowly moved down her chest, kissing her and licking her. I sat back and pulled her pussy to my crotch while kissing her and feeling her body. Brooke raised her legs so that they were over my shoulders as I started kissing her inner thighs and her pussy, with both hands on her tits. Brooke moaned wildly as I lapped away at her pussy. She sat up, bringing her crotch to mine, sitting on me and gyrating her hips against my cock, which was hard and flat against my abdomen. I reached around her and pulled her chest to mine, feeling the softness of her tits and the hardness of her nipples as they pressed against me. In one movement, Brooke rolled back and brought her legs back over her head, offering her pussy to my mouth. I started licking her pussy and her sweet ass with her legs bent back now to the point that her knees were almost touching the bed. I spread her knees apart and started licking her pussy and gently rubbing it. My tongue darted in and our of her wet hole as she brought her legs back down to the bed, spreading her knees wide apart as I licked her pussy and, reaching up, rubbed her hard nipples between my fingers. Brooke was moaning louder now as I continued sucking and fingering her. Her tits felt so soft, and her nipples grew harder to my touch. She looked so sexy with her legs spread, knees up, and pussy exposed to my every desire. I licked her pussy and her ass, getting her very wet. Brooke moved a hand to the back of my head, pressing my mouth tighter against her pussy. I moved my hands to her inner thighs as I rubbed them lightly while eating her out. Brooke continued to moan in pleasure.

I couldn't get enough of her sweet sex. Placing my hand back on her tits, I continued licking and sucking at her slit, while Brooke continued to moan, bucking her hips up, driving my tongue deeper into her pussy. I could smell the aroma of her sex, which was driving me wild. Lapping away at her pussy lips, I wanted more of her. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, and licked rapidly up and down the outer flesh of her slit, tasting the sweet juices that were emitting from within. I licked every inch of her pubic area, sucking the juices, taking in as much of her as possible, while massaging her ass with both hands. I wanted her. God, I wanted her. I moved up so that I was kneeling over her, knees on either side of her, and brought my hard cock to her mouth. My sister leaned forward, and started sucking my cock as I moved back and forth slowly. She continued to moan while sucking on my hardness. She licked the head of my cock. I grabbed it and rubbed it around her face and mouth, with her tongue lapping away at the head of my cock, tasting the pre cum as it oozed out of my slit. I leaned forward, allowing her head to rest back on the pillow as she sucked me, bring me intense pleasure with the softness of her lips and swiftness of her tongue. Brooke grabbed my cock and rubbed it slowly on her tits, with my pre cum leaving a trail on her flesh. While rubbing my hard cock all over her tits, she was looking at me with her sexy smile. She brought the head of my cock to her mouth, licked off my cum, and then took it back into her mouth. She continued sucking my hard cock while I reached around and began rubbing her slit. I wet my fingers to get her moist. She sucked away at my cock as I massaged her pussy with my fingers, driving them deep inside of her. We continued like this for a long time, giving each other the pleasure we each desired. 

Brooke got up, turned around, pressed me back onto the bed so that I was facing her. She spread my legs and crawled up between them bringing her face to my face, her tongue to my tongue. She pressed her face hard against mine and kissed me passionately as I rubbed her back and ass. Brooke moved her face from mine, crawled down, and took my cock back into her mouth as I rubbed her back, neck, and tits. She started bobbing up and down on my cock rapidly, sucking it and pausing to lick it from my balls to the tip of my cock. She did this several times before she wrapped her lips around my cock and started sucking hard. God the feeling was awesome. My nude sister was between my legs, sucking my cock and rubbing my thighs. She continued licking me and jacking my cock, licking my shaft and sucking the head of my cock, moaning louder and louder as she did so. I watched her face as she sucked me off, god she was so fucking beautiful. Up and down she went on my hard cock, stopping to lick the head several times. She then licked up the shaft of my cock, through my pubes to my abdomen, and licked her way up to my face and began kissing me again. She moved up so that she was now sitting on my hard cock while kissing me passionately, and grinding here pussy against my abdomen, with my cock just beneath her pussy. 




Brooke Ch. 04



Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around my cock and brought it to the entrance of her pussy, which was pulsating rapidly. I pressed my hard cock into her, and Brooke began raising and lowering her pussy over my cock. Reaching down, I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, and helped drive her up and down on my cock as we fucked. She would go all the way down, and then come back up, until my cock almost popped out, and then ram back down on me. I fucked her in this position for a long time, feeling the inner walls of her pussy as my hard cock filled her. Brooke leaned forward and braced herself on the headboard of the bed while she fucked my cock. She let loose of the headboard and dropped her face to mine, kissing me wildly as we continued fucking with her on top. She kissed my mouth, face, and then my neck. My cock continued fucking her sweet pussy as we kissed and ran our hands all over each other. 

She now started bucking wildly on my hard cock while licking my face and neck, moaning loudly as she approached orgasm. She had never fucked me so violently. She leaned back and sat directly on my cock, which was now sticking straight up into her as she pounded up and down on me. She turned her face from side to side, shouting words I never thought she knew. God, she has a potty mouth during sex, which only served to turn me on even more. I reached up and started rubbing her tits and playing with her hard nipples as we fucked. Brooke bounced up and down hard on my erection as I leaned forward and garbed her around the waist, pulling her down hard on top of me. Brooke leaned back, bracing herself on the bed with her hands, pressing her pussy to my cock, displaying her body to me. She was so fucking beautiful.

She rolled off me, lay on her back, spread her legs, and had me fuck her while lying on my side, holding her leg up to allow my cock to fuck her freely. I held her leg in the air while I drove my cock into her repeatedly. Brooke grabbed the headboard to brace herself against the thrusts of my hard cock. She was pressing herself hard into my cock. It was a strange position, but the angle of my cock in her pussy was getting me off faster than I wanted, and I knew that I was not going to last much longer, the way we were fucking.

I thrust in and out of her, feeling her body as she started to scream in pleasure. Then I felt the pulsations of her pussy walls as she hit her orgasm, which instantly brought me over the top. Grabbing her tight, I started to violently ejaculate inside my sister as she also hit her orgasm. She continued to squirm as my cock dropped out of her and I rubbed it against her. She leaned over and kissed me while rubbing my body and still gyrating against me. We kissed hard at first, but then slowed down. We held each other for several minutes, just savoring the moment and the experience. 

"Oh my god, that was so fucking wonderful," Brooke said to me. "We need to trim those pubes of your's though. They still tickle my nose when I suck you."

I laughed at her last comment; however, I couldn't yet speak. I just looked at her beautiful eyes and stunning body. I couldn't believe she was mine, all mine. I wanted her more than anything. I never wanted to leave her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, and I knew she felt the same way.

I kissed her passionately, letting my actions be my response to our love. Dropping my hand to her slit, I rubbed our combined juices all over her pussy, feeling the tenderness of her womanhood. We kissed and held each other as we came down from the intensity of our love making. 

"I wasn't expecting that when I got into the shower, but I really enjoyed it, Steven," Brooke said to me softly. "Sex with you is so, so real, if you know what I mean."

"It's so real because I love you so much. I never thought I could have these feelings for anyone, let alone my sister, but I want you, Brooke, I want you forever. I don't just want to room with you, I want you for the rest of my life. I couldn't think of living without you."

"I feel the same way. I felt so out of place last night. That's not what I want out of college. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you with my little dance routine, but once I heard the music, something just sorta took over."

"You didn't embarrass me at all. I thought you looked awesome out there. Hell, I joined in, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did, and that surprised me, too. I didn't know you knew the routine as well as you did."

"Hell, I've seen it enough times that I have it memorized. When you dance at the house, I can't keep my eyes off you."

"I always thought you enjoyed the other girls, not me."

"To be honest, then I enjoyed watching all four of you; but now, it's only you. All four of you look sexy when you dance, but it's you that I want. You have some beautiful friends, for sure, but none of them are as beautiful as you."

"Thank you, Steven. I take that as a big compliment."

We kissed again as I continued to feel her soft skin with my fingers, and the feeling of her tits pressed against my chest. I could hold her like this for ever. Hopefully, I'll somehow be able to.

"We need to clean up and get dressed and out of here. We need to get to the school," I said, breaking our embrace.

"I want to stay in bed with you all day! That's what I want to do."

"We'll have plenty of time for that, especially if I get into the school and we find an apartment. We'll have the rest of our lives together."

"Do you really think it'll work out?"

"I'm going to do whatever it takes to make it work, I can promise you that."

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

"Do you think I should call and check on Amanda?" Brooke asked.

"You could. I imagine she'll be embarrassed once she remembers what all went on last night. She'll have quite a hangover today as well, I'm sure."

"I'll give her a call and see if she's ok."

Brooke walked over to the desk and got her phone, then she sat down on the bed and called Amanda. I was surprised that she got an answer, but the two of them talked for several minutes before the call ended.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Humiliated. She said that she made the biggest mistake of her life, and she doesn't think she can accept the scholarship and come to St. Mary's now. She said she'd be too embarrassed to face anyone after last night."

"I think she's right. She'll never get over that. All the guys will see her as an easy lay if she comes here. I think her reputation here is shot."

"Yeah, I do too. One night can ruin your life I guess."

"Maybe not her life, but I don't see how she can come here now, after last night. Did she have any explanation?"

"She said what she said last night, that she enjoyed the attention the one guy was giving her, and when his friend joined in, she thought it was really awesome. She said that they kept telling her how pretty she was, and she felt really great, but then it quickly got out of control, and she knew they were all just using her. She remembered counting at least six guys who fucked her. She knew that she should have told them to stop, but for some reason she never did, and they just kept coming. She thinks now that there were several more who fucked her. She said she asked each one of them if they were going to fuck her too, and never told them not to. Each one asked her if he could, and she said yes. One tried to fuck her in the ass but she wouldn't let him, she does remember that; but she also said that she sucked off three or four of them too. She said it could have been ten or more all together. She was doing two at a time at one point, she remembers. She did apologize for trying to get you to fuck her too. At least she remembers that you didn't. She was also embarrassed that you had to help clean her up and give her a shower. She doesn't think she could ever look at you again after that."

"Yeah, I feel sorry for her, but it seems like it was what she wanted. I hope she recovers. Did she say anything about going to the doctor to get checked out?"

"She said that she's going for a walk this morning and will go to the drug store to get a morning after pill. She also said that she would take your advice and go to the doctor when she gets home. I hope she does."

"I still feel bad that I didn't intervene. I should have stopped her when I saw the third guy going into the room, but I didn't know for sure she was still in there. Maybe I could have done something."

"She said for you not to feel guilty about that, it was her decision. It was a bad one, and she was drunk, but she said she still should have told them to stop; she just didn't."

"It's hard for me to know exactly what to do. I just hope I'm never in that position again."

"We just need to stay away from frat parties. I didn't have any fun at all until the dance, and then when you took me upstairs. That part was fun . . ."

"Yeah, I really enjoyed that part. The rest of the night was a nightmare, though."

"Well, it's over now. Amanda will have to deal with it, I suppose. It's her problem now, not ours. We did everything we could to get her cleaned up and back to her hotel. The rest is in her hands."

"Did she say anything about her mother?"

"She said that her mother was watching TV waiting up for her when she got back, but she managed to pull it off, at least her mother didn't say anything about it. She was glad we cleaned her up before we took her back to her room."

"I couldn't believe how Liz took off the way she did after the party. I thought she would help us out more," I said.

"Well, she didn't really know Amanda, or us for that matter. I guess she just wanted to get out of there."

"I suppose. We need to do that too, and head over to the school."

Brooke went into the bathroom to clean up more, and I got into the shower. When I got out and dried off, I went into the bedroom and found Brooke getting dressed. I walked over to the bed and watched her dress. God she is so fucking beautiful. 

When Brooke finished dressing, I got dressed, and we left to get something to eat. After we finished, we drove over the school, parked, and went into the admissions office. We were there a few minutes early. In about ten minutes the secretary called my name, and Brooke and I went onto the office to meet with the admissions director.

After some introductions, the admissions director congratulated Brooke on making the Field Hockey team. She knew about Brooke's experience in high school and said that she would probably be a starter even as a freshman.

We told her that I wanted to transfer and that the two of us were thinking about getting an apartment together. She said that freshmen have to room in a dorm; however exceptions are made for students living with family members, and that could apply to the two of us; however, it would be unusual, but they have allowed siblings to share apartments before as freshmen, so it shouldn't be a problem. 

She asked me about my grades at the community college, and I shared that I was on the dean's list both semesters and had a 3.95 GPA. She said that is wouldn't be any problem getting in. They work closely with community colleges, and was familiar with the one I attended. I would need to get a transcript to her soon, and if it compares with what I told her, there'd be no problem.

She gave me some financial aid and scholarship applications, and felt sure that I would get assistance. She also gave me a work-study application, suggesting that I could work on campus some as well, which could supply any remaining tuition after the financial aid and scholarships I might receive.

I took all the information and forms. She had me fill out a preliminary application so she could get some things started, and then sent us over to the housing office, where we could get some information on off campus housing. It was late for that, but she was sure we could find something. She suggested we find something close to campus, within walking distance. Brooke would have to make early morning practices during the season, so it would be good to be close.

Once we got to the housing office, we had to wait about thirty minutes before we saw anyone. The housing director was a man, and he was all business like, not personable like the other person. He gave us information on several apartment complexes that were close to the school, suggesting that we try three of them first before the others. They had some cool amenities like a work out room, pool, hot tub, etc., and sounded good. He also gave us a map of the area and highlighted the three places he suggested we look at first. He suggested that we do that today because the housing situation is tight, and we should find someplace fast, before they're all gone.

It was about 12:30 when we finished with both meetings, so we went to get some lunch before looking at apartments. We talked about how fun it would be to go to the same college, and how it would be to room together. We finished lunch and went to the first place on our list.

We found the office, and talked with the agent for a few minutes before she took us to see one of the apartments. It was nice, but small. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen and dinette, a living room, bathroom, and a washer and dryer. That was about it. We liked it, but thought we should look at the others too. Before we left, she showed us the pool and the work out room, which also had a small sauna. It also had a party room. She said that the residents, all of whom are students, have occasional parties, but they are strict on the alcohol if they're under age. She gave us an application and suggested that if we wanted it, we should return the application along with a deposit soon. She gave me her card and suggested that we call before coming back to make sure the apartment was still available. 

The second place we visited was similar to the first. We got the same information, and left for the third apartment complex. It was a larger complex, and a little closer to the school than the other two, well within walking distance. It was a newer with the same amenities as the other two, but the pool was larger, as was the work out room, which also had a sauna. The apartment we went through was also much larger than the other two. It had a larger living room, larger kitchen and eating area, and the bedrooms were also much more spacious than the other two apartments. There was a bathroom between and connected to the two bedrooms as well as another half bath in the hall just off the living room. Yeah, we really liked this apartment. The rent was slightly higher than the other two, but we liked it much more. We took the application, and the agent also suggested that we get a deposit in soon if we wanted it. They only had three units to rent for the next semester. He said we would have to sign a twelve month lease, and that if we took it, our lease would begin next month. We took the information, thanked him, and then left.

We walked from the apartment to the campus to see how long it would take, and it was only about five minutes from campus, which we felt would really be convenient. We went into a Starbucks and got a drink and snack, and sat down to talk it over.

"I really like the last place more than the other two. Do you think we could work it out?" Brooke asked.

"I think so. It sounds like I should be able to get in, that's the first thing. If I get a job on campus, that would sure help."

"What did you think of the apartment?"

"I liked the third one too, and the rent isn't that much more than the other two. I really liked it."

"Yeah, I did too. It seems a waste to have two bedrooms though," Brooke said. 

Laughing, I replied, "Yeah, it'll be a waste, but I don't think we could swing a one bedroom apartment. If we have friends over, we'll have to make the second bedroom looked lived in anyway. Maybe I can keep my clothes in one bedroom and we can use the other one."

"I didn't think about that. We'll have to set up both of them and make like we use them both. I think mom and dad would be a little suspicious if we got a one bedroom apartment."

We both laughed at that. Yeah, we'd have to get a two bedroom apartment, even if we only use one of them. This was going to get difficult with all the explanations.

"You already told your friends that we're a couple, so won't they get suspicious if we have two bedrooms set up?" I asked. "This is going to get difficult. We'll have to keep our stories straight."

"Well, I've thought about that. We could say that you keep your things in the other bedroom because I have so much stuff there isn't room for both our things in one bedroom. I think that'll work. That way if mom or dad come for a visit, you can just move into your room. We'll have to be careful about that, though," Brooke said. 

"Yeah, it'll be complicated. We'll have to think this through."

We decided on the third apartment. It was much nicer than the other two, and closer to campus. We agreed that we'd have to spend some time to get our story straight. To our parents, family and friends from home, we'd be brother and sister. To everyone else, we'd be a couple. Fortunately, we don't have many friends from home who attend St. Mary's, other than the couple of f'ockey players who also made the team. Our town is not a wealthy area, so most of the kids in our school went to community college or to a college in state where the tuition is lower. It would be complicated, but I was sure we could work it out. We'd have to.

After making our decision, we decided to head home and work on the parents. Mom was already on our side, but we still had to convince dad, which shouldn't be a problem. We each have a small inheritance from our grandmother, and we could tap into that if needed, although our dad would have to sign for it. The funds are in a trust, and its in his name until we're twenty-one, which is still a couple years off for me. Neither of us thought that would be a problem though, one thing our grandmother wanted was for both of us to go to college. That's one reason she left us the money.

We walked back to the apartment to get our car, and headed for home. Brooke talked nonstop all the way, working through our story and how we would present this all to our dad this evening. We both shared how excited we were about rooming and going to school together. 

Out of the blue, Brooke asked, "How do we explain the fact that we both have the same last name?"

"Hmm, I never thought of that," I replied. 

"Maybe we could tell people that we're married, or something like that?" she asked.

"This story is getting more complicated by the mile." I said. I must have had a worried expression on my face, because Brooke asked, "Are you having second thoughts about this?"

"Not second thoughts, just thinking it through. We could do that. I'm sure that people will discover that we have the same name and all. Being married might work. I don't know, we'll have to think that one through. We'll come up with something. If we're married, we'll have to get a coupe rings or something, to make it convincing."

"I have grandma's wedding ring. I could wear that."

"That's a big step, Brooke. Are you sure you want everyone to think we're married?"

"Why not?"

"Well, what if something happens between us, or you meet someone you want to date or something?"

"Steven, I don't want to date anyone, I want you! Are you afraid you might find someone you'd want to date?"

"Not at all. I love you, Brooke, and I'm not interested in anyone else and never will be. All I want is you, sis."

"Then that settles it. We'll tell everyone we got married over the summer. That should work."

"It could work. Let's think it through before we decide. We'll work it out."

That seemed to placate her for the moment, but she did bring up a good point. We need to give this some serious thought.




Brooke Ch. 04



When we got home we found a note from mom. She was working another double shift and wouldn't be home until early afternoon tomorrow. She left a meatloaf in the refrigerator for us to warm up for dinner. She also said that dad wouldn't return from his trip until tomorrow night, so we had the house to ourselves. I showed the note to Brooke, who read it, and then hugged me. She moved her face to mine and drew me into a long, wet kiss. Her tongue tasted so good as I felt it enter my mouth slowly. I slid my tongue into her mouth, and held her tight as we kissed. I could never get enough of my sister. Her kisses are so sweet, and I love the feeling of her body pressed against mine. I dropped my hands to her ass and felt the bottom of her ass cheeks, which were protruding from the bottom of her shorts. Brooke spread her legs apart slightly, allowing room for my fingers to find their way up the short leg of her pants to her swollen pussy lips. I rubbed her slit softly as we continued kissing.

"God, Steven, that feels so fucking incredible. I'm gonna love rooming with you."

I didn't respond, but continued rubbing her slit, feeling it as it began to get moist. I reached up to her waist and unfastened and unzipped her shorts, letting them drop to the floor. I cupped her ass cheeks in each hand as I felt their softness. Brooke reached down, and taking the small waist band of her panties, slowly and seductively slid them off her legs and stepped out of them. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing her tits, as she wasn't wearing a bra. My sister, Brooke, stood before me totally nude as I kissed her and felt her body.

"You need to lose your clothes, too, brother," Brooke softly said as she slid her tongue back into my mouth. She unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop to the floor. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it. Brooke reached down and unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants, and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and continued kissing her as she rubbed my growing cock through my underwear. I ran my hands all over my sister's body, stopping at her ass, and began massaging her cheeks. I love to feel Brooke's ass. It's so firm and soft. I pulled her in tight so I could feel her tits pressed against my bare chest. I ran my fingers up her ass and along her back as I kissed her. Her skin felt so fucking soft to my touch. My cock grew harder as she pressed her crotch against me. She took the waist band of my underwear and pulled them down. They fell to the floor. My hard cock was pressed tight against Brooke's body as we continued kissing each other. Brooke was gyrating her body against mine, and began to softly moan as we continued making out. I ran my hands all over her body. I couldn't get enough of her. God, I wanted her. 

Brooke kissed me and then licked my lips, telling me how much she loved me. She licked my mouth, ear, neck, chest, and licked all the way down to my pubes. I was now standing nude in the kitchen of our house, with my sister on her knees licking my balls and rubbing my legs. I looked around the room. Yeah, it was our kitchen and this was my sister licking my balls. Just a few days ago she was my bratty sister, always getting her own way, trying to talk me into taking her to tryouts. I had never as much as touched her before, or seen her nude, and now her mouth was surrounding my balls and her hand was stroking my cock. How much things had changed between us in a few short days. She was no longer my sister, she was my lover, and we were planning to share an apartment at college. Everything had changed so suddenly, and I really enjoyed it. I looked down at her sweet face. Yep, she was my beautiful sister, and her lips were now around my cock as she sucked me off. I couldn't believe how far and fast things had progressed between us. It was almost like a dream at this moment. It was surreal to me as I tried to put the events of the past three days into perspective. I started thrusting my cock into her mouth as she continued sucking me.

Brooke was doing a masterful job on my cock. She had come a long way in her technique and was really getting me off as she sucked and licked my cock, taking it all into her mouth and throat and then licking her way from the base of my cock to the head, licking my slit to get the pre cum off the head of my cock. She went back down on me and sucked me into her throat, twirling her tongue around my shaft as she sucked me. I pumped faster into her mouth, grabbing her head and forcing her down on my cock. I knew that I wasn't going to last long the way she was sucking me.

After a few minutes I said, "Brooke, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."

She not only kept it up, she quickened her pace and the tightness of her mouth around my cock. She started playing with my balls with her hands while sucking me. She slid her wet fingers from the underside of my balls to my ass, gently rubbing the space beneath my balls as she continued sucking me. I increased the force of my thrusts, driving my cock all the way into her mouth, over and over. Holding her head with my hands, I gave her one final warning that I was going to cum, and soon. She continued sucking my cock as I began to cum. I thrust forward with each ejaculation, shooting my sperm into her mouth in several loads. Brooke took it all as I emptied my balls into her mouth. I could see some of the cum dripping out of her mouth as she sucked all the way to the head of my cock. Brooke leaned her head back and opened her mouth so that I could see the accumulation of my cum in her mouth. She showed it to me, and then swallowed it all. She stood up and looked at me.

"God, Steven, I love your cum. I never thought I'd swallow it, but with you it's different. It's you, and you taste so fucking good."

I thought about her comment for a few moments knowing it was a Freudian slip. Brooke had never talked or shared about her sex life. Before this trip we hardly talked much about anything. By her comment I assumed that she was more experienced than I had thought. I didn't know who or when, and really didn't care at this point. I'd done a few girls before, so it was reasonable to expect that she'd done some things as well. If she had, I really didn't want to know. That was in the past, and this was now. I wanted her and wanted her for the reset of my life. In a way, it was a relief to know she'd had some experience. I wanted her to be sure she wanted me. 

I kissed Brooke and held her tight, and kissed her again.

"You want me to warm up the food mom left us?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm getting hungry. I'll set the table while you warm up the meatloaf."

Brooke, still nude, walked over to the refrigerator and got the meatloaf and put it in the microwave. I set the table, pouring each of us a glass of wine. In a few minutes everything was ready, and we both sat down to eat.

"Are we going to eat all our meals in the nude in our apartment?" Brooke asked.

"That'd be fine with me," I replied. "I suppose we'd have to wear clothes if we had company or friends over, but other than that, nude is fine with me!"

Brooke smiled at me. "I could get used to this, being naked with you all the time. Are we going to make love every night?"

"As often as we want to. I don't want you to get tired of it though, we need to have other interests too."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, but a relationship needs more than sex. We can, like, study together and things like that. We'll also need time with friends."

"I suppose you're right. Are you going to get tired of being with me all the time?"

"I hardly think so. I've really enjoyed being with you these last few days. I think its only going to get better."

We talked about how it will be living together, realizing that there has to be more to a relationship than sex, and we both agreed that we wanted a real relationship with each other. We talked about some of the things we could do together, and we found things that we both like, like hiking, swimming, movies, things like that. We talked about our plan to act like we were married, but also felt that it might put a damper on us making friends if everyone thought we were married. We both wanted to make friends in college and enjoy the experience, which would be complicated if we acted like we were married. Maybe that was too drastic, we didn't know, but agreed to take our time to work out the details if everything worked out like we planned it would. 

We also talked about getting jobs for the summer. If we had to sign a twelve month lease, maybe we could go ahead and move into the apartment in June, which wasn't far off. That way we could get settled in before school started. We didn't know if mom and dad would agree with that, but we thought we'd give it a try, at least talk over the possibility with them. We also agreed that we should go back to St. Mary's next week for a couple of days if mom and dad agreed. We could settle on the apartment and start moving some things in. We had some of grandma's furniture in storage and thought maybe we could use some of it, plus some other furniture our folks had in storage. We should be able to get enough together to fix up the apartment and make it livable. We didn't need much, just a couch and couple of chairs for the living room. We each had a television of our own, so we could take them. We'd need two beds. We really only needed one, but would have to find two for appearances. We thought there was a table and chairs we could use in the eating area, along with some other things that would be useful. We'd have to work the parents to get all this together, and decided we'd start on mom when she got home. If she agreed, we didn't think we'd have any problem with dad.

We decided to clean up the table and get started on my applications and forms that I needed to turn in. I also had to get a transcript from my college and have that sent, but that wouldn't be a problem. 

After dinner, we went to my room and started on the forms, which looked almost insurmountable when I put them all on the desk. We decided to split up the work. Brooke started on the apartment application while I logged into the community college web site and filled out the form to have a transcript sent to St. Mary's. The admissions director gave me all the information I needed, so it wasn't bad. It took about twenty minutes to complete the form. Hopefully, the transcript would get there in a few days and I'd get a final answer on my admission, but didn't think that would be a problem. My GPA was a little higher than I thought, which was good.

Brooke was still working on the apartment application, so I logged into the St. Mary's web site and started the application process. It wasn't as complicated as I thought it would be. Transferring made it much easier than it was for Brooke when she did hers. If they accepted all my credits, I would be a second semester sophomore. I took several AP and DC classes in high school, and all of them transferred to the community college, and should transfer to St. Mary's. Brooke and I would both need to schedule our classes for the fall, but that shouldn't be a problem, and we could do that later. I had to be accepted first anyway before I scheduled any classes. I also discovered that I could complete most of the other forms online, including the financial aid and scholarship applications. I had done some of this for the community college, so I could just transfer some of those forms to St. Mary's. Doing all that work last year really paid off, and I kept all the records and passwords, so it didn't take as much time as I expected. 

The essay questions on the application were the same as the ones I answered last year, so I copied them and pasted them into the St. Mary's application. I had to word smith them a little to reflect my year at the community college and why I wanted to transfer to St. Mary's, but that was a breeze. I stated that I needed the prelaw classes that were offered there, and that with some other information completed the essay. In just a few hours I had completed the admissions application and sent it. I would still need to take in my deposit, but could do that next week if we went up there. I couldn't complete the application for work study until I was accepted, so I couldn't do that now.

Brooke had completed the application for the apartment, and we left that out to show to mom tomorrow. 

"Is that it?" Brooke asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Do you realize we've been working on these forms for hours?" Brooke asked.

"Really? What time is it?" I asked.

"It's almost midnight," she replied. 

I didn't realize it was that late, but we did get a lot of work finished; much more than I expected we would. At least it was almost done. All we had to do now was convince dad that this was a good idea, and we would be set. 

"I think it's time for a shower and then bed," Brooke said. "Care to join me in the shower?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Brooke took my hand and led me to the bathroom. She started the shower and let it warm up for a couple of minutes before we got in.

Brooke looked so inviting with the water running over her nude frame. It trickled down her chest and was dripping off her tits, giving her a beautiful wet look. Yeah, we started kissing each other once we both got under the water. 

"I think I owe you something from before dinner, Brooke. I got off and you didn't. It's your turn, now." I said to her.

I pulled her wet body to mine as we kissed under the spray of the shower. Yeah, I'm gonna love sharing an apartment with my sister. This was really good. I never get tired of seeing her nude, and feeling her body next to mine. 

As we kissed, I held her tight, never wanting to let go of her. 

Brooke asked me to wash her hair, which I did. I lathered it up good, and massaged her scalp while looking at her nude body in front of me. I kept running my fingers through her long, blonde hair, rubbing in the shampoo. After I lathered it up, Brooke turned around facing me, leaned back, and let the shower water rush through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo, letting the lather run down her chest, over her tits, down to her pussy.

I took the soap and lathered it up and bathed every inch of her beautiful body. I washed her tits, her stomach, and her pussy, rubbing it gently. Brooke turned around and asked me to wash her back, which I did, all the way down to her sweet ass. I washed her ass cheeks, and between them, making her quiver. I washed her ass and then down her thighs to her legs and feet. 

As I stood, Brooke took the soap and did the same to me, paying special attention to my cock and balls. She had me turn around so she could wash my back, and did my ass as well. God it felt good having her hands and fingers washing me. I was in a state of bliss.

"There's one more thing I want to do," Brooke said as she rinsed me off.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I want to trim your pubes, if you'll let me. You're so fucking hairy down there, and it tickles when I suck you."

"If you really want to, I don't object," I said to her.

Brooke had me step out of the shower, and standing there dripping wet, she got out a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet, and started trimming my pubes. 

"Don't cut them all the way off," I said.

"I'm not going to. I just want to trim them up some with the scissors, and then will use the razor in the shower."

"Take it easy down there," I cautioned her.

"Don't worry, I don't want to harm anything. I'll be careful, I promise."

Brooke started trimming my pubes, tossing the hair into the toilet. She cut them rather close, if you want my opinion. Much closer than I would prefer, but I let her do what she wanted. 

"There," she said. "All done for this part. I'll trim them up a little more in the shower."

Brooke and I got back in the shower as she washed my pubes and my cock. She let the hair run down the drain, and then she reached for the razor and started trimming them a little more. I don't have a lot of hair on my chest, but I do have a treasure trail leading down to my pubes. Brooke used the razor to trim the hair around my cock, and shaved the hair off my balls. She ran her fingers through my pubic area and announced that she was finished. When she felt my balls, it felt much different, and I immediately knew they were hairless; but if that's the way she wants them, who am I to argue.

"You like that?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I like that. I think you'll like it too when you see it. C'mon," she said, pulling me out of the shower to the mirror. "What do you think?" she asked as we looked at my reflection in the mirror.

As I looked in the mirror I noticed that my pubes were almost gone. She had cut most of the hair away and trimmed them so that I didn't have much more hair down there than she did. I pulled up my cock, which was hard now, and felt my hairless balls. 

"You really like them like this?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. This way the hair wont tickle my nose anymore!" she said laughing. 

It really didn't matter to me, and if it would make things easier for her, I decided it was ok. Not really my thing, but it was all right with me if that was the way she wanted them. 

"Yeah, if that's what you want. Fine with me. It sure makes my cock look longer this way."

"Yeah, I've always thought trimmed pubes make a guys cock look longer." Brooke replied. That comment brought a few questions to mind, but I didn't want to go there, not just yet, anyway, so I let it drop.

"Now, I want to try it out," Brooke said with a seductive look on her face. 

She took my hand and led me back to the bedroom and had me lie down on my back on the bed. She climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs, and crawled up between them. 

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna like you this way," she said as she leaned down and took my hard cock into her mouth. She sucked my cock and then licked down my shaft to my balls, and started licking and sucking them, one at a time, taking my balls into her mouth. God it felt awesome with her tongue licking my now hairless balls. The feeling was much more intense than before. I could feel the surface of her tongue as she licked my ball sac. She worked my balls for a long time, sucking one and then the other, causing the pre cum to ooze from the slit in my cock. Brooke noticed that, too, and licked the head of my cock clean, before going back to work sucking my balls into her mouth. God, this felt great. I was afraid that I was going to bust a nut with all this. Brooke sucked both of my balls into her mouth, rubbing her tongue all over them at the same time. I was going to like this. She licked back up to my cock and took it all the way into her mouth, sucking up and down my shaft. After several minutes, she licked her way up my abdomen, chest, and slid her tongue into my mouth as she crawled up on top of me. My hard cock was now between her legs, just at the entrance to her pussy.

She kissed me for several minutes before breaking the kiss.

"I want you to do me now," she said as she rolled off me and spread her legs. I got down between them and started eating her out, licking her slit and the soft skin of her upper thighs. Brooke pressed down on the back of my head, pushing my face to her pussy while grinding it into my mouth. I could taste her as my tongue entered her pussy. I drove it in as far as I could, licking her rapidly as she pressed down harder on my head. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth, causing her to moan with pleasure. I licked away at her as I pressed one finger into her at the same time, finger fucking her as I licked away at her womanhood. Brooke was getting off, bucking her hips wildly against my face, driving my tongue and finger deeper inside of her.

"God, Steven, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, now, god, fuck me."




Brooke Ch. 04



In the spirit of the open relationship between myself, a thirty-year-old woman, and my good friends Brooke and Bob, a forty-year-old married couple, it was Bob's responsibility to give me and Brooke all the details of his encounter with Lori, the eighteen-year-old daughter of the couple in the hotel room next to us during our vacation in St. Martin, a beautiful Caribbean island. We were sharing a room during our week-long escape, as well as sharing the women next door. Brooke and I had already seduced Kelley, Lori's mother, one day and then Bob and Lori had their own session in bed the next day. Of course, just hearing about Bob and Lori's trip to the nude beach, followed by their heated sex, elicited a threesome of special quality between Bob, Brooke and myself.

That's the way it was between us. Bob and Brooke's marriage had been on the verge of collapse until I opened their eyes to the sexual universe they lived in. Brooke and I were just as satisfied together as when either, or both, of us had Bob's substantial cock to enjoy. Bob also knew that his taking of a gorgeous teenager wouldn't mean the end of his marriage. In fact, it just whetted our appetites to have her to ourselves, if possible.

But that's for another day. This new day would center in large part around Kelley's husband, Scott—a handsome man with the body of a young athlete. Needless to say, Scott and Kelley's marriage was not quite the same as Bob and Brooke's. It was traditional, in every sense of the word. There was no imagination in their sex and the thought of fucking somebody else never crossed their minds; or, if it did, it was a fleeting thought never acted upon.

Scott and Kelley had never met Bob, Brooke and me.

You learn a lot about yourself when you are outside the daily routine. A vacation forces you to associate with people you've never met and probably never will again. Thus, a person lacking a risk-taking tendency at home might reveal their real self on a trip. Brooke and I proved that point with Kelley. Scott came across as a definite non-risk-taker. But you never know.

It was around noon when I came back from the beach and found our room empty. I changed into a tank top and shorts, omitting a bra and panties pretty much out of habit while on vacation. Considering what had occurred the past couple days, it was not out of the question that Bob and Brooke were next door. So, I went out the back, off the porch, and made the short walk over to Scott and Kelley's porch. I saw movement inside the room and quickly determined it was Scott. I stepped up onto his porch and approached the sliding glass door.

I tapped on it lightly and saw him turn to look. With a smile, he motioned for me to come in. The door slid open and I entered the room.

"Hi," Scott said. "Need anything?"

"Oh, I was just looking for Bob and Brooke and thought they might be here."

"Nope. Haven't seen them. They could be with Kelley and Lori because I haven't seen them for a while, either."

This was my first chance to see Scott from this close, and I had to admit he was a REALLY good looking guy. A t-shirt hid his chest, but if it was anything like his arms and legs, I wanted it. I had seen his ass from our porch as he walked to and from the beach. It seemed to fit my standards just fine.

"OK, then," I told him. "I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll..."

"You don't have to go," he said quickly. "Have you eaten?"

"I'm fine. Thanks."

"Drink?"

"No thanks."

Now, if he'd asked me if I wanted to fuck...

"Do the three of you travel often?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen table.

"No. This is the first trip. So far it has worked out great. I'm sure we'll do it again."

I was very confident he knew nothing of what his wife and daughter had done with us and I wasn't going to give him the news. I was more concerned with how a proactive seduction on my part would be accepted by him. The only thing that stuck in the back of my head was something Bob had said after a fishing trip with Scott that indicated Scott considered Kelley somewhat of a prude. That, perhaps, left the door open to a willingness to mess around with somebody ten years younger.

"We don't normally bring Lori," he said, "but she'll be entering college soon and either can't, or won't want to, take trips with us."

"She's very cute."

"Takes after Kelley."

I moved closer and said, "Oh, I don't know."

I ran my hand down the outside of his arm until reaching his wrist. Then I moved his hand onto my waist and said, "Her Dad isn't all that bad looking, either."

When he left his hand on my tank top, I made a gradual swipe across his crotch with my hand. My eyes rose to meet his.

"Touch me, Scott. Touch my breast."

The uneasiness on his face was obvious. I saw him swallow and run his tongue across his lips. Then his hand rose and found the outside of my breast, still with the tank top between my skin and his hand.

"It's OK," I assured him.

He put his palm over my nipple and squeezed. I grinned to show my approval and pressed my hand against his cock. He wasn't yet hard, but I felt a positive reaction through his shorts.

"Pull down my top so you can see my tit, Scott."

"No. I can't, Traci," he said, withdrawing his hand.

I gripped his cock more tightly.

"C'mon, who's going to know? I want you to lick my tit. I love the feeling of a man's tongue on my nipple."

I was stroking him now and he was growing harder by the second. It seemed for a moment as if he wouldn't do it. Then, his hand returned and his fingers gingerly pulled down my tank top in the middle. He stretched the shirt over my right tit, eventually revealing the nipple. He paused for a second, and then lowered it farther.

"Now, suck my tit, Scott."

He did and I made sure he heard my sigh. I pressed my tit harder against his mouth and he took more of it in. He was nearly fully erect now and I kept stroking.

"Suck the other...," I began to say.

However, we both heard the sliding glass door open and Scott frantically pulled away and I covered my tit back up with my tank top. I looked over my shoulder in time to see Lori stepping into the room.

"I've been watching," she said calmly, closing the door and the blinds as she spoke. "I really did hate to interrupt, but I wondered what Mom would think if she showed up."

"Traci, I think you should go," Scott said nervously.

"No," Lori declared. "I think she should stay. She's going to be a part of this deal."

"What deal?" Scott asked. "Nothing was going to happen so don't let your imagination run away with you."

"I could be wrong, but given a choice between believing your denial to Mom that anything happened or seeing the picture I have on my phone, she'd be more likely to believe the picture," Lori said, holding up her phone.

"You fucking brat," Scott uttered angrily.

"So, let's make a deal."

"What the fuck do you want?"

She set aside her beach bag and walked past me to her father. She was really quite stunning with her long blonde hair and magnificent body, accentuated by her low cut t-shirt and tiny shorts. She oozed sensuality.

"Are you still hard?" she asked, placing her hand where mine had been.

"Don't you...," Scott said, trying to pull away.

"Kind of," Lori interrupted. "You must like tits. Well, here's what I want in order to forget that I ever saw anything...and to erase the photo."

She rubbed his crotch.

"I want the two of you to make me cum," she said. "And I want to cum while you fuck me, Dad. I want this hard cock in my pussy, fucking me until I cum while Traci sucks on my tits."

"We won't do it," Scott answered. "Tell your mother. She'll believe me over you."

Lori held up the phone.

I looked at Scott pleadingly, wanting to do two things: save his marriage and be a part of this unlikely threesome.

"Do what she says, Scott. It's not worth the pain," I told him.

I couldn't even imagine what was going through Scott's mind. I saw the bulge in his pants grow larger and larger as his daughter massaged his cock; but he knew, like I did, it was his daughter causing it to happen. Still, if I was a guy his age and had the opportunity to fuck somebody that looked like her...

"One time," he finally said. "That's it."

Lori began to open his shorts, then stopped and said, "We better move into the bedroom."

No one said a word as we marched into the large bedroom, dominated by the king size bed. Lori returned to the front of her father's shorts and got them open. Even before she started to push the shorts down his legs, I saw Scott's cock. God, the head was huge and veins bulged out the entire way down to his balls. Once freed, it pointed up like a staff.

Lori took off his shirt and admired the impressive, nude man standing in front of her.

She looked at me and said, "C'mon, Traci. Help me out with his cock."

I didn't need to be told twice as we both kneeled down on either side of his erection. Our tongues began to work in unison, licking him from top to bottom and taking turns taking him into our mouths, feeling the pulsing warmth of the cock. To my surprise, he got even harder and thicker. I wondered if Lori knew what she was getting herself into.

She was the first to stand, saying to Scott, "Take off my clothes. Then do Traci."

I didn't know where to look. I had Scott's cock standing at attention at the same time he was uncovering Lori's incredible, firm tits. Then he took off her shorts to reveal her flawless ass and pussy, with just a hint of blonde hair above her clit. By the state of his seemingly perpetual erection, Scott must have approved, as well. Then he turned to me and a moment later I was naked, having successfully restrained myself from taking his cock in my hand.

Lori jumped onto the bed and lay on her back, gleaming up at us, saying, "Get between my legs and lick my clit, Dad. Traci, I want you up here at my tits."

We dutifully got in place. I'm pretty sure I began before Scott had the nerve to put his mouth over his daughter's pussy. I licked the already firm nipple of the closest breast before putting as much of it into my mouth as I could. My hand went to her other tit and then I heard her quick breath as Scott made first contact with her clit. Lori closed her eyes and I saw her hips begin to rise and fall in rhythm with Scott's manipulation of her clit. She put both hands on the back of his head and pulled him closer. I bit her nipple and she groaned loudly.

I resigned myself to the fact I probably wasn't going to cum during this, but God it was hot watching Scott eat out Lori while I attacked her tits. Each time Lori let out a new whimper it made me hornier. I knew what she was feeling and how good her pending orgasm was going to be. I wanted to be her.

"Now fuck me," she told Scott.

I moved back while Scott repositioned himself. His cock was as stiff and long as any I'd ever seen in my life. I decided at that moment that the week wasn't going to be complete until he had it inside me. But, for now, his daughter was going to be the beneficiary of it and Scott put his cock between Lori's legs. I thought I heard her very quietly gasp as it began to enter her pussy. Then the cock was half gone and Scott stopped. He pulled out a little and with a sudden, violent thrust, he drove his cock forward until his balls hit her ass.

The moment he leaned up enough to give me room, I dove for Lori's tits and began to suck on them again. They shook as Scott picked up the pace of his fucking, but I was still able to work on the nipples and let Lori get an added zing to the pleasure she was already feeling in her pussy. I saw her clutching the bed cover tighter and tighter the longer they fucked.

From the sound of it, Scott was the one getting ready to cum first. But it was Lori that shouted out and began a climax that shook the bed. I put a nipple between my lips and squeezed it as hard as I could, stabbing it with my tongue. Lori's orgasm seemed to last forever. But, as one orgasm ended, another started.

I moved back just in time because Scott pulled out of Lori, stroked his cock, and covered her tits and stomach with stream after stream of white cum. Every time he grunted, another shot appeared until there was a pool around her navel.

So, I had another great story to tell Brooke and Bob at the next meal.

"I can't believe she made him do it," Brooke said, eating her salad. "That takes a lot of guts."

"She knows what she wants and how to get it," I said. "Jesus, they both came like forever. I'm thinking that won't be the last time they fuck."

"Kelley probably would kill both of them," Bob said. "There's a difference between her experimenting with two female friends and her husband and daughter fucking."

Brooke and I agreed, but I said, "Still, she's awfully tempting when she acts like she did today. It might be worth the risk."

All was not well in the room occupied by Kelley, Scott and Lori. Kelley was not quite over her first sexual encounter with Brooke and me. Scott had Lori's threat hanging over his head, as well as the memory of fucking her in front of me. Lori was considering all the new-found powers she seemed to have over Bob and her father.

Actually, it simply reinforced the advantage of an open relationship like I had with Bob and Brooke. If our friends next door had just been honest with each other from the beginning, all this angst wouldn't have amassed until it was ready to explode. But those are the choices people make and there are consequences for every action...as Scott was about to find out.

Twenty-four hours after he fucked Lori, Scott was in the shower after leaving Lori and Kelley on the beach by themselves. He dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist before entering the bedroom. Scott opened a dresser drawer and began to pull out clothes. When he had what he needed, he went back into the bathroom.

He had only put on his shorts when he heard a voice at the bathroom door: "You sure aren't much of a sunbather."

Lori leaned against the door.

"Never have been," Scott replied.

"Mom will be out there for hours."

With that, Lori entered the room and closed and locked the door. She quickly pulled off the t-shirt she wore over her bikini.

"I told you already we would only do what you wanted one time," Scott said. "It's over."

Lori walked toward him, letting her hand graze across his cock as she moved between him and the shower. She reached behind and untied the top of her bikini. Lori held it in place, but the slack permitted the bulk of her luscious tits to show. As if in slow motion, she let the top fall to her side in her hand.

"I'm going to shower. I think you should stay and watch," she said.

Lori dropped the bikini top and reached out for his cock once more. It was long enough for her to briefly wrap her fingers around it through the shorts. Then she untied the bottom of her suit and let it fall to the ground. Scott stared at the perfect body that stood naked just inches away.

"You DO want to watch, don't you?" she asked in her sexiest voice.

With one final squeeze of his budding erection, she spun around to turn on the water. As she bent forward, her ass pointed back at Scott as if begging for his attention. Lori tested the water, looked over her shoulder, and gracefully stepped into the shower. Scott moved back until his ass rested on the counter. If he left now, there was no guarantee that Lori would stop seducing him. However, it would send a message to her. If he stayed, she won.

Scott watched Lori in silhouette as she put her head under the water and reached up for her hair. As she did, she tilted her head back and jutted her breasts forward. Her hands slid down the length of her blonde hair slowly before she stood up straight again, the water pouring over her body. Lori never looked directly at Scott, but she knew he was still there.

She took a bar of soap and started at her neck and shoulders. When she reached her tits, she glanced over at her father and grinned. Lori covered her tits in soap.

"Let me see your cock now," she told him.

Scott began to unzip his fly.

"No. Take them off," Lori said, continuing to clean her tits.

She smiled with satisfaction when his rock hard cock appeared. She ran the soap over her stomach and hips.

"Play with it," Lori told Scott.

He began to slowly masturbate as Lori put her hand with the soap between her legs. She turned to face him and rubbed her pussy until it was covered with foamy soap. Scott was stroking himself faster. With the water now running down Lori's back, she went back over her tits and stomach so that her entire front was soapy. She sensuously spread it around as she watched her father.

Then she put the soap down and put a hand back on her pussy. Scott could plainly see Lori was now joining him in masturbation. She rubbed her clit for a moment until sliding a couple fingers inside her wet pussy. Her mouth was open slightly as her head tilted back with pleasure. Her free hand began to pinch her nipple and Lori moaned loud enough for Scott to hear.

A drop of precum appeared at the tip of his cock when Lori returned to her clit.

She looked at him and said, "I want you to cum with me, Dad. You'll know when."

He remained silent in his humiliation, anger, and lust. He listened to his daughter's moans grow louder and longer. He watched her hand speed up as it manipulated her clit. Finally, Scott felt his cock and balls warn of an impending orgasm.

Scott waited. Lori was in total control of him, now.

Lori leaned against the wall of the shower.

"Oh my God. Yes! Almost there."

Another minute passed. Scott's palm was covered with his precum.

"Ohhhhh fuck. Now. Now! I'm cumming!"

Scott rushed to the shower door and pushed it open. Lori was grimacing with the onset of her orgasm and opened her eyes just in time to see the first spurt of her father's cum fly towards her. She cried out as she came in unison with Scott, who was frantically pulling on his cock resulting in multiple sprays of cum flying into the shower. Together they groaned as the climaxes peaked and began to subside.

At the same time that Lori stepped under the water to relax and rinse off, Scott slammed the shower door shut, grabbed his clothes, and stomped out into the bedroom.

'That's it,' Scott swore to himself. 'That little whore can't keep doing this. I might have to admit to a moment's indiscretion with Traci if Lori shows Kelley the pictures, but that's easier than what Lori is doing to me now. Fucking little cunt.'

Lori, meanwhile, was quite pleased with herself. A potentially mind-numbing vacation in the middle of nowhere had turned very interesting, indeed. She had direct access to Bob next door and his superb cock. Or, she could just stay in the room and have Scott at the click of her fingers. Turning eighteen was ending up much better than she had anticipated.

Scott made it through the remainder of the day without incident, but struggled to sleep that night as he continued to mull over the possible outcomes of his encounters with Lori. The most troublesome aspect of the whole thing seemed to be his propensity to get hard every time he thought about her naked. He found himself stroking his cock through his boxer shorts in the darkness of the bedroom, hoping Kelley was sound enough asleep not to notice. He dare not cum, so he rolled over and tried to sleep. A minute later, his erection somewhat diminished, he quietly got out of bed to get a drink in the kitchen.

Lori slept on the living room couch, which converted into a day bed. Scott tiptoed past her into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. He debated between juice and a can of pop, eventually reaching for the juice. He let the door close and the darkness returned. With the help of a dim nightlight in the hall, he managed to find a glass in the cupboard.




Brooke Ch. 04



"No! Maybe! I don't know. I'm being punished by him!" Brooke spat at her.

For no good reason, except she had a captive audience and needed to talk, she told the woman the whole sorry tale from beginning to end. Dorothy didn't interrupt but took everything in.

"Well! You are in the shit that's for sure and so is your friend! When he gets bored with the game you will both probably disappear, for good," she observed. "You seduced his secretary come girlfriend!" she laughed. "He doesn't have much luck with women does he? You might as well let me go now, I'm not going to add to your problems," she said.

"Could you help us, please, mistress!" Brooke said, attempting to gain some sympathy from the woman. "I'll be your little suck toy for ever if you do," Brooke whined like a wind up doll, trying to be appealing.

"As much as I like the idea there's no way I'll get involved, not with him, though there is someone who might help. They can easily be forced to help," Dorothy added, looking deep in thought. "Wait here," she told her.

Brooke sat rocking back and forth, more worried for her friend than ever. She was desperate for help otherwise she wouldn't have said anything to that damn woman.

Dorothy walked back in trailing the pet on a leash they had seen earlier. "You recognised her didn't you, don't lie, I saw it in your face. She's a trainer at the police academe, don't worry your secret is safe with me," she said to the cop. 

The policewoman was still naked on hands and knees and looked up suddenly with a look of abject dread plastered across her face.

Reluctantly Brooke repeated the events to the cop. The naked party pet sat with Brooke and Dorothy listening to the tale of woe. She became a cop again asking questions, clarifying points, which was almost ludicrous for all she wore, was a collar and leash. Dorothy added a few details about the compound while they hashed over what might be a solution.

"What about you?" Brooke asked the cop.

"I don't want out of here if that's what you mean. Just don't ever mention you've ever met me, OK?" the naked cop said firmly.

They turned toward Dorothy. "I'll be pleased to get him out of the way, I might even move back into the house. I'm still married to the bastard and he owes me big time," she stated, with a flash of anger in her eyes.

Dorothy argued with the manager but eventually managed to whisk away both women. 

The cop wouldn't tell either of them her name but promised to carry through the arrangements. "Good luck with your friend. I'll be there right on time so don't fuck up or you'll be in trouble big time," she warned and walked briskly to her apartment.

"She's taking one hell of a chance playing around in that club," Brooke said. 

"It's best never to mention it to anyone, not even to your friend. If those guys in there find out who she is, well you can imagine," Dorothy said, with a shiver of disgust.

Dorothy had used the club dungeon for a light teasing fun but if they took the cop down there she would never see the light of day again. Those sadistic fiends wouldn't just tease her they would use the equipment to painfully torture the poor twisted woman.

Dorothy dropped Brooke off at her apartment. "You actually live here?" she asked. "Well, good luck and let me know what happens. Just fix that bastard up and I'll owe you big time little pet," he said with a big smile.

Brooke didn't hang around she ran up the stairs and almost bumped into William sitting on the dark stars outside the apartment. "Come on, its time to do it!" she said through gritted teeth.

He tamely followed her into the bedroom. "You OK? Feeling scared?" she said, while peeling off the dress yet again. This time she wore no underwear having got dressed quickly to leave the club. 

If he had been ready to back out before, his eyes now revealed he would follow her anywhere. She bent over to grab a t-shirt and jeans from a dirty pile of clothes on the floor, ready to pull them on. Instead she turned to him sensing the troops needed a morale boost, something to stiffen them up. 

"I'm so vey grateful Will, you know that don't you?" she said, moving in for a big hug.

He couldn't say anything. He wrapped his arms around her carful not to touch anything too delicate. 

She pulled his hands over her bottom. "Hold me tight Will, I need your strength, need you to be my big strong hero," she whispered into his ear. 

"Yes, Brooke, I'll do anything for you, honest," he whispered back.

"You can't go around like that you'll be too distracted," she said and grabbed his cock to explain what she meant. Brooke loved teasing men but usually had no intention of giving them what they wanted. She meant what she had said but he was shy and inexperienced, so it had to be handled right. 

"It's my fault I've turned you on, prancing around like this, I was just too eager to get going. I should have thought about you more. Shall I do something about it for you? I don't want you making a mistake because you're thinking about it, you know?" she said, while trying to sound and look demure.

"No! I'll be OK. I won't let you down," he blustered.

His innocence and honesty got to her again, besides, he was vital to the plan.

"You're so sweet, Will," she said. Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Pushing her pelvis up against his cock she decided to take his virginity.

She slid down his body onto her knees and loosened his jeans pulling them off. He shook with passion thinking she was going to blow him again. A million misgivings went through his mind, wondering if he was up to it. She guided his feet out of both jeans and underwear. 

Grabbing his hands she pulled him onto the bed where he fell next to her. "I need a big strong man to take me and calm my nerves," she said and meant it. "Make me yours, Will, make love to me," she encouraged. Not daring to touch his cock in case she set him off she just hoped he wouldn't let himself down. Not because of her need but for the sake of his self-esteem.

He needed some encouragement to roll on top of her. With no experience his full weight was on her but she liked it, loved to be dominated and crushed into the bed. Snaking a hand between them she guided his rock hard cock, rubbing it over her already wet lips. 

"It's so big! Don't hurt me Will, please. Take me gently, don't rush me," she whispered. 

He was far too close and too eager to hear what she said but something of the message worked through to his brain, preventing him from going at her like a rabid rabbit. She guided his hips upward then pulled strongly, forcing him to pierce her body deep. She opened her legs and slammed them around his hips needing to absorb all of him.

She had been teased to the point of torture all day and needed a good fucking. His nerves from being the first time kept him back from a quick orgasm which was just as well for both of them.

They sweated, breathing heavily, settling into a steady rhythm, enjoying the animal lust dulling rational thought, sinking into a primal motion with throaty grunts emphasising every thrust. 

William cum first, unaware of anything, least of all that of a gentleman's protocol. 

Unusually she felt every spurt of sperm, every spasm of his cock, following every one of them with delightful ripples through her stomach. Brooke had been reduced to a vagina with nothing else existing in her world. There was nothing in her mind but pleasure from a big cock filling her up. 

They lay sated in a heap of sweaty flesh no longer two individuals but one organism made whole by a mutual primitive pleasure. 

Brooke recovered first. "Hell! You fucked me good, fuck, that was good," she whispered with a hoarse throat. She figured she must have been yelling but the neighbours were used to that, not that she cared about it.

"Hold me. Kiss my nipples, gently their sore," she said.

"No! Leave that alone, you've beaten it so much all ready," she scolded him.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked.

"No!" she laughed. "Don't look at me like that, you're too intense," she added.

He rested his head on her breasts looking up at her. "Will you talk to me when we go to college?" he asked. 

"What? Of course I will fool," she laughed. "You're no longer a nerdy boy you're a sex machine. I'll go right up to you in class and give you big sloppy kiss you idiot," she said. Seeing the look of honest pleasure on his face she couldn't help teasing him. "Then I'll crawl under your desk and blow you, just so everyone knows I belong to you," she teased. 

"It's time!" she announced.

"Again?" he asked. 

"No you fuck machine! Its time to go, lets get to business," she said, wrestling away from him.

Brooke found some underwear from the same heap of clothes abandoned on the floor and started to pull it on while he watched.

"Hey! Get moving sex machine. No! There would have been time for a shower if you hadn't been such a big long fucker, besides we'll be crawling along a drainage ditch so it won't matter," she cajoled him. Pulling up the jeans she was relieved to see he was eager to get on with the job.

***

"Yes, your right. This is a good place to hide the car," she confirmed. Brooke wasn't used to stealth, she preferred to blunder in then bluster her way out of trouble. "Pity there's no trees between here and the house," she mused.

"No trees therefore no twigs to snap underfoot, just soft grass all the way up to the wall. No lights this side either," he told her. "Tools," he replied, to the enquiring look.

They made a dash from the trees at a half crouch, expecting at any moment to be challenged but made it undetected. The house looked impressive from the inside, where guests were received, but it wasn't as well protected as it was made out to be.

"It may be all show but this wall looks daunting enough for me," Brooke whispered. 

"Along here, follow me," he said.

A well concealed grill at the foot of the wall was given away by a ditch running out across the sloping ground. Anyone seeing the ditch would be led right up to the wall and scrubby bushes concealing the wire mesh. 

William pruned the bush back with is mothers gardening shears giving better access. He had a tool kit with him but a steady shove revealed it hadn't been put back properly from all those years ago when he slipped out that way. He lowered it carefully to the ground.

Brooke was more nervous than he was but then it was only his uncle but her gangster pimp. Carlene had warned if she carried on so blatantly defying convention Brooke would end up a whore and she had been right. Not from choice though, that bastard had forced her into it to protect her friend.

That's why they were there, she reminded herself, to save her friend from the bastard. She just hoped he hadn't hurt her.

"You can follow me and let me know if my ass looks cute in these jeans," she quipped, but the humour had drained from her voice. 

They crawled through the narrow opening, thankful it was dry. 

"He must have installed a circulation pump to stop the overflow," William said.

"Eh? Shut up, you're being a nerdy boy," she scolded him. 

They stifled giggles threatening to erupt from the building tension. 

Overhead the moon shone through a grill of bars. Over her shoulder she whispered. "We're fucked!" 

He crawled over her body, biting a nipple on the way. He pushed at the bars and the whole thing crept up an inch. "Push!" he told her. 

"That's what I told to you earlier," she giggled, but heaved at the grill with him.

He pulled a screwdriver from the roll of tools and propped it up just enough for her to squeeze through. She held it for him all the while scanning the pool area. He was through and laid it quietly away from the opening. 

"Come on!" he whispered. 

Brooke remained stooped staring across the pool. She saw herself tied to a chair being abused by three big men in black suits. She hadn't seen their eyes behind the shades making them anonymous strangers taking her. 

"Bastards!" she swore. 

Brooke took a hold of his shoulder and turned him toward the front gates. "When you see me with her unlock the gate then run over here to help. If you hear loads of noise, do the same. Just don't look back, run for it. Do you hear me?" she warned him.

"Why unlock the gate? Were not using it," he asked, in confusion. 

"I'm no good at all this shit. Forgot to tell you there's a bigger plan going down. Just do it. Did I tell you you're a great lay?" she said.

"You need me to help find her," he said, feeling left out.

"Someone told me this afternoon. I know where she is," Brooke said and gave him a shove. She hoped her friend wasn't being forced to entertain the bastard in his lair; otherwise all this was for nothing.

She crept around the pool toward the house peering into the shadows hoping not to find a bodyguard lurking there. Dorothy said the night shift always slept on duty but that was while she was living there, some time ago. 

The bastard had kicked her out on finding she was a lesbian with a penchant for pet-girls. He couldn't chop his wife while being watched closely by the police. He wanted to do the job himself so bided his time; he was vengeful but patient with it.

Slipping into the shadows Brooke waited while her eyes adjusted and looked for the doorway to the guest rooms. 

A heavy hand clasped her mouth with another wrapping tight around her body. The scream was muffled but she kicked backwards finding nothing. The big guy had leaned forward knowing what to expect. Her soft shoes wouldn't have damaged him in the slightest.

"You forgot about the cameras," he said into an ear. "I'm surprised to see you back so soon. Stop that it's unfriendly," he told her when she tried to slam her head back into his face. "Settle down, I'm not going to hurt you, but if you make a noise others will," he warned.

Brooke didn't believe him. He was one of the big black suits that abused her roughly by the pool. Being dressed in shorts and t-shirt didn't disguise the fact. 

"You're going in the wrong direction for your friend," he said. He let her go and grabbed a wrist while she adjusted to what he was saying. 

She reluctantly followed trying desperately to work out what the hell was going on. He was going to lock her up with Carlene that much was clear but why hadn't he called the others. Shit! It was obvious he intended to have his way with them both. Perhaps that was to their advantage.

The big man walked into the room without knocking. 

"Steve! What's up?" Carlene asked, while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Brooke peeked around him at her friend. "Brooke! What are you doing here?"

"Been playing around without me then?" she asked. 

"No, nothing like that, Steve's been protecting me," Carlene said, still hardly believing it wasn't a dream. 

"I'm here to get you out," she said, looking up at Steve, wondering what had been going on.

"You should think twice about that. He will find you both and then you'll be sorry," he said, sounding concerned.

"Let me worry about that!" she said, still whispering as they all were. Carlene looked at her not believing she was there and obviously convinced he was right. "I've made arrangements, Freddy's going to be taken care of, we need to get out of here," Brooke hissed at her friend and looked at her watch.

"What kind of arrangements. Is the cavalry going to storm the fort? Or is you're little boyfriend out there going to scare the shit out of the boss?" he said, while shaking his head as though in sympathy.

Brooke looked at her watch again. Steve didn't miss it this time either. "You have called the cavalry! It can't be the police or he would have been tipped off and be waiting for you to show up. Is it the Feds? Shit! I'm going too! What's the plan?" 

They crept into the next room and Steve manhandled the secretary out of bed. She didn't utter a word. Having spent two days haunted by what might happen when Freddy got around to punishing her she had broken down, unable to function. The two girls guided her out to the pool like a zombie between them.

"I'll not fit down there!" he sighed. He had turned off the security system and joined them at the hole in the wall. William had been ready to take on the hulk until the girls calmed him down. "I'll walk out the front door and join you in the woods," he told them. 

He replaced the grill so as to put the Feds off their track and ran to the gate, sure that his lazy colleagues were fast asleep.

***

"Shit! We'll never fit in that thing!" Steve cursed. 

"It's a Beatle, very reliable, a sixties icon!" Brooke defended it sharply.

They jostled around eventually figuring it out. The secretary was squeezed in the back on top of William sitting next to Carlene. The secretary was quiet having resigned herself to be going for the final ride into oblivion. 

"Look after her Will. She's in shock," Brooke whispered to him.

Steve took the driving seat looking like a big kid in a toy car, with Brooke beside him emphasising the image. Without lights they crawled along a makeshift track between the trees. Steve figured someone, police or others, had flattened the grass driving in to spy on the house. 

"Stop here," Brooke stated loudly. They were on the edge of the woods still concealed by trees. Each of them could hear the heavy breathing and tom-tom drum beats of hearts pounding.

"This is more excitement than I've had in a long time," Steve announced. He wished he hadn't given up smoking. Lights appeared in the distance then went out. The cowardly man in the moon had ran and hidden behind some clouds. Three cars and a truck passed by silently, apart from the sound of tyres kicking up loose stones on the dirt track up to the house. 

There was only one place they were going, and that was up to the house. Each of them held their breaths for a silent vigil, revealing the uneven ticking of the engine. 

Counting to twenty then repeating the process, Brooke announced, "Go quietly and slowly. Don't fucking panic!" she shouted, sounding as though she already had.

The car eased out onto the dirt track and coasted down it to the concrete road. Turning onto that they made off into the city not knowing where to go, just relieved to be making a progressive distance away from trouble. 

Around five miles out they burst into a pandemonium of conversations, the mêlée of voices not making sense but all singing the same hymn of deliverance. At once they stopped talking to think about what next. 

The secretary perked up. "I'm not going to be killed then?" she asked, in a perfectly sincere and innocent voice. 

The two girls turned to look at her. Steve would have but he couldn't budge. They didn't laugh but looked thoughtful. 

At last Carlene spoke. "No, not yet, maybe sometime, who knows."

"Get with the program darling Carlene. He's going away for a long time in a Federal prison," she laughed. "If what I've been told the weasel will try to make a deal and that will make him more enemy's than even he can cope with," Brooke laughed. 

She had a cop as a contact now but couldn't say anything. It gave her confidence and a warm feeling to know she again had friends to help her out of trouble.



Brooke Ch. 05



The past several weeks went by quickly, but for Brooke and me, they were difficult. We tried to be discreet about our relationship around the house so our parents wouldn't get suspicious, which made things difficult for us. We managed to get very little alone time. Brooke did slip into my bedroom a few times, but we felt that it wasn't worth the risk. I kept reminding her that we would have as much time together as we wanted once we were settled into our apartment at St. Mary's. That helped, but we still craved each other so much that it was difficult to keep our hands off each other around the house. We had a couple very close calls. Once we were in the TV room watching a movie, which quickly turned into a make out session. Nothing serious, but we were really going at. Fortunately we were still fully dressed; however, I was sporting an erection which I was sure caused a huge bulge in the front of my jeans. We heard someone coming down the stairs, so we broke the kiss just in time. Mom came down to say goodnight before she went to bed. She didn't say anything, but we did get a strange look as we were sitting on the couch and were still very close to one another. She stayed for a few minutes and talked with us, but didn't give on if she suspected anything. As you can imagine, that cooled us off for the rest of the night.

Brooke finally graduated from high school, and her graduation was great. She received several honors, and was voted the most spirited field hockey player, and was also congratulated for her full ride to St. Mary's. It was a proud time for all of us. 

There were several graduation parties, and I went to a couple of them with her. Brooke wanted me to go to keep the horny guys from hitting on her. Of course we went as brother and sister, and it didn't seem to cause any suspicions, as I knew most of her friends anyway, and they seemed glad to see me. We managed to talk dad into our living arrangement at St. Mary's. Oh yeah, I got my acceptance letter over a week ago. That was one of the nights that Brooke snuck into my bedroom after our patents went to sleep. She said that we had to celebrate, and I didn't argue with her. The sex was sweet, but risky. 

Dad was surprisingly pleased that Brooke and I would be sharing an apartment. After doing the math, he figured that it would be a good savings over each of us living separately in a dorm, although he had his doubts that we'd be able to get along with each other. Little did he know how much better we were getting along already! He also let us have some of our inheritance from our grandmother to help out with the expenses, which took some of the pressure off me to get a job right away. We went through the furniture we had in storage from our grandmother, and selected several items to take with us to the new place. Dad also sprung for some new things for us. Brooke talked him into a queen-size bed for her room, which was good, as we would both be using it most of the time. I thought that was a good suggestion her part. The Admissions Director told me three weeks ago that the acceptance letter would just confirm that I was in, and told me to go ahead and arrange the apartment and begin looking for a job, if I still needed one. 

Dad arranged for a local moving company, Two Men and a Truck, to move our things to our new apartment, and they're coming in the morning. Dad will meet them and make sure they get everything, so Brooke and I have been packing our things all week so we'll be ready for the move. Dad even gave us the old Toyota to use while we're at school. We decided to drive up to St. Mary's today to get the key and to get some things for the apartment, stay overnight in a hotel, and then meet the movers at the apartment tomorrow afternoon. They said they would call when they got to town so we could go over to the apartment and meet them. 

We packed our car, said our good-byes to our parents, and headed out. Mom was teary eyed as we drove away, but we told them we'd come back home in a couple of weeks, after we got everything settled into the apartment. She was glad we were going off to college together, but sad that we were both leaving the house at the same time. She wasn't quite ready for that and had little time to adjust to the idea. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe we're really going to do it," Brooke said once we got on the road. "We're really going to have our own apartment, and be together as much as we want!"

"I can't believe it either," I replied. "I was surprised that dad went along with everything, but I'm sure glad we were able to talk him into it."

"Just think, Steven, tomorrow we move into our own apartment. No more sneaking around to be together. I can't wait! It really seems like a dream or something. I can't believe we pulled it off."

"And tonight we have our hotel room just for ourselves!"

"Are we going to do anything special to celebrate?" Brooke asked, with a smirk on her face.

"Anything you want." I replied.

"I thought maybe, after we do our shopping for the apartment and check in to the hotel, we could go out for dinner someplace nice, and then go back to the hotel and make up for lost time together."

"I like that idea, but once we check in, I'm not sure I'll be able to leave!"

"Yeah, I thought about that too. Maybe we can just order in like we did before."

"I like that idea better," I replied. 

Brooke looked especially sexy to me right now. Part of it, I was sure, was because of what she had on. She was wearing a very short pair of shorts and a halter top, which showed off her fit body extremely well. She also looked sexy because I wanted her so fucking bad. I couldn't wait to get her into the hotel room. It's been too long since we were able to be relaxed and enjoy being with each other.

Brooke leaned back in the seat and spread her legs enough that I could see nearly all the way to her pussy. She caught me staring and said, "Keep your eyes on the road, brother, you get this soon enough."

"I know, but It's hard to drive with you looking so fucking sexy sitting there."

She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and let her hand drop to my hardening cock, which was pressed against my shorts causing a huge bulge in the front. 

"Feels like you're ready for me now," she said while rubbing me through my shorts. 

"I am, and if you keep that up, we may have to pull of the road and take care of things."

When I said that, Brooke started pulling down my zipper, and released my raging hard on from my shorts. She leaned down and started sucking the tip of my cock, while moaning in pleasure and anticipation. 

"O god, that feels fantastic, Brooke," I said, in short breaths.

She kept sucking me as I tried to keep the car between the white lines on the road, and hoping that nobody driving by would notice. In a matter of a couple of minutes, she had my shorts unfastened and pulled apart in the front, giving her room to reach under my balls and massage them as she continued sucking my cock. I reached down with one hand and rubbed the back of her head, encouraging her to continue, which she gladly did.

The feeling of her wet tongue licking the length of my erection, along with her hands giving me a masterful hand job as she was sucking me, gave me intense feelings of pleasure. Brooke was getting so fucking good at this, and has come a long way since she first sucked me off. She really seems to love sucking me as much as I loved it. I don't know if it was because we hadn't been together much lately or what, but it didn't take long for me to blow. 

"Brooke, I'm about to cum. If you don't want it, you better stop now!"

Brooke didn't say anything, but continued sucking my cock and moving her fist up and down on my shaft, twisting it slightly as she moved up and down, while at the same time giving me an awesome blow job. I was true to my word, and in just a couple more minutes I started shooting my load into her mouth. She took it all. I looked down and she opened her lips, and I could see a copious amount of cum in her mouth. Brooke smiled at me, closed her mouth, and swallowed every drop. She then licked the head of my cock clean before stuffing it back inside my shorts and zipping them up.

"I thought that might relieve a little of your tension," Brooke said, smiling at me sexily.

"I owe you one, sis. When we get to the hotel, you'll get yours," I said.

"I'm gonna hold you to that. God, I can't believe we will have the whole night to ourselves. I have dreamt about that every night this week."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, really. It was so hard sleeping by myself every night knowing you were just across the hall, and knowing that we would soon be sleeping with each other every night."

"Do you think you'll get tired of sleeping with me every night?"

"I hardly think so. God, I love your cock and I love you. I'll never get tired of sleeping with you . . . and showering with you . . . and fucking you . . . and spending as much time as I possibly can with you!"

"Good. This is like a dream come true."

As we continued on our way, Brooke read through some of the Field Hockey information she received from the school. Their first game comes at the end of August, and practice begins mid-July, so we'd have about a month together before she had to start practice. Some of the girls are starting "unofficial" workout sessions the end of June, and she thought that she should participate in that as well, but that would only take up part of the day. I had to begin looking for a job, as I was still needing to work to make all the finances work out; but with Brooke practicing, it was only fair, I thought, that I be doing something productive as well. We also decided that I would do most of the cooking. I like to cook, and Brooke likes to eat, so it was a natural arrangement. We talked about some of the things we'd like to eat, how we were going to arrange the apartment, what we were going to tell our friends, and said several times how awesome it was that this was all working out.

One we got to town, we stopped at the Rental Office and picked up the keys to the apartment. Dad had already paid the rent for six months to give us a start, so that was taken care of. We were both hungry, so we stopped for fast food before heading over to Walmart to pick up a few things for the apartment. We got some cleaning supplies, a shower curtain, a couple of throw rugs, and picked up a couple of lamps on sale. These were things we didn't have time to get before we left. We also picked up some light bulbs and a set of pots and pans. Mom gave us some money go get the pots and pans and some kitchen utensils. She wanted us to have a well stocked kitchen. We had a list of things we still needed, and got most of it on this trip. After we checked out, we drove over to the apartment to make sure everything was set to move in, and to drop off the supplies we just bought and those we brought with us. 

Once inside, we noticed that the place looked really clean. The agent told us that they would have a cleaning company get things ready for our arrival, and they did just that. It looked move-in-ready to me. The apartment we rented was the larger of the ones we looked at. Brooke took the larger bedroom, naturally, and I took the smaller room. My Double bed would almost fill up the room, leaving a little room for a study desk and a dresser. Brooke's had room for the Queen bed, a desk, dresser, and a small couch that Brooke was having shipped with our things tomorrow. It was an old couch from our grandparents, and Brooke thought it would go nicely in her room, and to give us some variety, so she said. 

We walked through the rest of the apartment. The kitchenette furniture would fit well, and the furniture we picked out for the living room would also fit, we thought. Dad sprung for a Sofa Bed so he and mom would have a place to sleep when they visited, and for any overnight guests we might have. He also got us a matching set of chairs for the living room, and a new stand for the TV. Brooke wanted to hang the shower curtain to make sure it fit, which we did, and it did. She put out the throw rugs we bought, and they looked good as well. This apartment had a full bath connecting the bedrooms, and a half bath in the hall. We got them set up with the things we brought with us, and put the cleaning supplies in the closet. By the time we finished all of this it was almost three o'clock.

"All finished," I said, joyfully.

"Not just yet," Brooke said, as she walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck. "We need to break this place in right," she said as she pulled my face to hers and drove her tongue into my mouth. The taste of her kiss and the feeling of her tongue sliding into my mouth gave me an instant erection. I wrapped my arms around my sister and pulled her in as tight as I possibly could. God, I was going to love rooming with my sexy sibling. Her chest felt so good against mine as I held her tight. I let my hands roam down her back until they reached the soft globes of her exposed lower ass beneath the hem of her shorts, which was now creeping up between her cheeks. I held a cheek in each hand and rubbed them softly as we continued to kiss. Her kiss became more passionate and intense as we stood there making out. 

"I want to collect on your promise now, Steven, I can't wait until we get back to the hotel," Brooke whispered in my ear. 

I let go of her ass and moved my hands to the bottom of her halter top and slid it over her head. Her pert tits were begging to be sucked, so I leaned down and took one into my mouth and ran my tongue around the hardening nipple as Brooke moaned softly. It had been so long since we were alone together like this, and I wanted her more than ever. I sucked one tit into my mouth and then the other as she continued moaning and squirming in my grasp. Brooke leaned back, offering her chest for my pleasure, and hers, as I continued sucking her. I let one hand drop to the front of her shorts and awkwardly unbuttoned and unzipped them. Brooke reached down and slid them off, along with her sexy black thong, and was standing completely nude before me. I continued sucking her pert breasts as I rubbed her naked ass and pussy. 

"Oh god, keep doing that Steven. God, I want you."

Reaching down to her pussy, I could feel its wetness. I ran my fingers gently over her slit, making my way inside. Brooke pressed herself against my invading fingers, encouraging me to continue. I rubbed her softly while still kissing her sweet breasts and her lips. She reached around my shirt and pulled it over my head, and then started unbuckling my shorts. Then she unzipped them and let them drop to the floor. I reached down and took off my underwear as we stood naked together, with my hard cock pressed against her abdomen as I held her tight. My hands roamed to her sweet ass again, and I rubbed her cunt from behind. We were both beginning to sweat, but it didn't bother either of us.

After several minutes on our feet, I guided her to the floor and spread her legs apart. Her neatly trimmed pussy was glistening with her juices as I leaned forward and licked her slit. God, she tasted so fucking good. I hadn't eaten her out for at least two weeks, and I had really missed it. I slid my tongue all over the outside of her pussy and as deep inside as I could, and licked her sweetness for a long time. Brooke pressed my face hard against her pussy as I continued eating her.

"God, I've missed this, Steven. You're so good at this."

I didn't respond, but continued eating her, enjoying every moment. I lapped away at her sex, while rubbing my hands over all of her body. She was in such good shape, and her body felt so good to my touch. Her skin was so soft, and I wanted to feel every inch of her. 

"I want you to fuck me, Steven. Please fuck me!"

I spread her legs further apart and lowered my body to hers, as I pressed the head of my hard and wet cock against the entrance to her pussy. It felt as though her pussy was sucking my cock inside as I slid into my sister. 

"Oh, yes, that feels so good, Steven. Fuck me harder!"

I started fucking Brooke slowly at first, but steadily increased my thrusts and intensity. Occasionally I stopped with my cock deep inside of her so I could feel the wet, warm sides of her cunt as it surrounded my cock. It had been so long since we made love, other than a couple of quickies, and my cock felt like it was in heaven. I drove in and out of my sister as we fucked there on the floor of our new apartment. As I continued, it was as though my cock had grown numb; maybe it was because of the blow job Brooke gave me in the car on the drive up, but I felt as though I could continue fucking her for hours.

We rolled over on our sides, with Brooke facing away from me. I continued driving my cock deep inside of her, while reaching around her and feeling her soft tits. She turned her head and pressed her lips to mine, and I drove my tongue into her mouth as she did the same to me. She was bucking back against me, driving my cock deeper inside of her, with my balls slapping against her. 

After several minutes in this position, Brooke got up on all fours, and had me fuck her from behind. I was on my knees with my hard cock plunging in and out of her cunt, with my hands on her hips, pulling her to me as I drove into her. Brooke was moaning louder now as we fucked. 

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she screamed over and over as I continued driving my cock deep inside of her. She turned to look at me, and her face had that, "Fuck me" look that she gets and it drives me wild. Harder and harder I thrust into her as she pushed back at me. Brooke started screaming, "I'm gonna cum," over and over, until I could feel the walls of her cunt contracting around my hard cock. "Oh, yes, Steven, fuck me . . ."

When I felt her pussy contracting and knew she was having an orgasm, I started shooting my load deep inside of her. I grabbed her hips and held them still as I slammed into her and emptied my balls in several shots. It was the best fuck we'd had in weeks. 

I pulled my cock out of her, and watched my cum drip from her and run down her leg. Brooke pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling me. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately, while grinding her pussy against my deflated cock. I held her tightly.

"God, that was awesome, Steven," Brooke said as she lifted her face from mine and looked down at me. "I think I can get used to this."

"Me too, sis. I really needed that. God, I wanted you so much. It was hard to drive up here with the thought of us making love together. I didn't think we'd do it in the apartment, but I'm glad we did."

"We're still going to do it in the hotel tonight, aren't we?"

"Oh yes, we're still going to do it in the hotel. This was just a warm up!"

Brooke leaned back into me and kissed me again as I ran my hands over her back and ass. I had missed the feeling of her sweet ass over the past few weeks. Not since our last night in the hotel on our first trip up here have we been able to take our time and make sweet love together. 

Brooke looked at me for a long time, and then said, "Steven, I really do love you, you know."

"Yeah, I know that, Brooke, and I love you too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

We stayed on the floor, kissing and rubbing each other for a good fifteen minutes, it felt so good. We both knew that we were finally free to be with each other as much as we wanted, and we both wanted it a lot, that much was apparent.

Finally, we felt we should head over to the hotel, but neither of us wanted to get dressed. We were perfectly happy to be together, naked with each other on the floor; but we knew we had to move on to the hotel. We got up, dressed, and closed up the apartment before leaving. 




Brooke Ch. 05



We held hands as we walked through the apartment and to the car. I opened the door for her, and she got inside, as I walked around to the other side and got in. 

Brooke leaned over and gave me a final kiss before we left the parking lot.

"What kind of room did you get for us?" Brooke asked as we left.

"It was going to be a surprise, but I got a room with a King Size bed and a Jacuzzi," I replied. "Dad let me put it on his charge card, so I went all the way!"

"What did he say about the King Size bed?" Brooke asked.

"He didn't ask what kind of room I got, and he didn't see the reservation, so he doesn't know," I replied.

"Do you think he's onto us?" Brooke asked.

"I don't think so. We've played it pretty safe, so I don't think either of them have any reason to suspect anything."

"I've kinda wondered about that," Brooke said. "I think mom has acted a little like she suspects something, but that may just be me. I don't know."

"You really think she suspects something?"

"No, not really. She just said a couple of things that made me wonder, that's all."

"Like what?"

"Well, a couple of times she said that it's interesting how much better we've gotten along since our first trip up here when you brought me to try outs. She was also inquisitive about you taking me to a couple of the graduation parties we went to."

"Really? She didn't say anything to me."

"Yeah, she asked why I wanted you to go with me to the parties all of a sudden, things like that."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her that you wanted to see some of our friends before we went off to college. She didn't say much, but she did give me some strange looks, that's all."

"She hasn't said anything to me like that, not that I picked up on anyway. I doubt that she's on to us."

"She also thought it was strange that I went to the prom with a group instead of a boy like I did last year, and she asked a lot of questions about who I danced with and if I had a boyfriend; things like that."

"It sounds like she has been giving you the third degree, Brooke."

"Yeah, I thought so too. I never said anything to you because I didn't want you to be suspicious of her and then begin to act awkward around her or anything."

"Yeah, I guess ignorance is bliss. She didn't give us any problem about sharing an apartment though."

"Not you, she didn't, but she asked me several times if I thought we were doing the right thing, rooming together. If she does suspect something, I guess she decided not to say anything and just let us work it out."

"That's interesting. Has dad ever said anything about us?"

"No, not to me. I heard them talking one night. I was in the family room watching TV and could hear them talking in the kitchen. I don't think they knew I was in there."

"What did they say?"

"Mom was telling dad that she was a little uncomfortable with us sharing an apartment and spending so much time together. She didn't think it was natural, or something like that. Maybe she said it wasn't healthy for us, I don't remember exactly what she said."

"What did dad say?"

"He said that her imagination was getting the better of her, and that he thought it was a good move, saving some money and all. He also said that it was nice that we weren't fighting all the time. Mom said that the change came all too sudden, and that something must have happened on our trip up here, that's all."

"Well, she's right, something did happen on our trip up here. I guess maybe we didn't do as good a job of covering it up as we thought we did; but, she did agree with our plans, and she didn't say anything to me about any of this. Are you worried about this?" I asked.

"No, not really. I just wondered if they said anything to you, that's all."

"Well, if things work out the way I want them to, we'll have to tell them sometime, I guess."

"Yeah, but I'm not ready for that yet, and I don't think they are, either."

"Let's worry about that later. Right now, I just want to focus on our living together. I've been looking forward to this ever since our first night up here."

"Yeah, me too. Let's just take it a day at a time and see what happens."

"Sounds like a plan to me."

With that we arrived at our hotel. We got our bags and went inside and checked in. After taking care of the details at the front desk, we made our way to our room, which was on the fifth floor. Once inside, we noticed that it was much nicer than the room we had before. The bed was huge, which put a smile on Brooke's face. "We can have a good time on that," she said, grinning at me.

We also noticed that the room had a couch, an over stuffed chair, and a large HD Television. The Jacuzzi had sliding glass doors on either side; one opening to the bedroom and the other opening to the bathroom. On the other sides were full length mirrors, going all the way from the Jacuzzi to the ceiling. 

"Mmmm, this is going to be sweet, Steven," Brooke commented in a sexy tone.

"Yeah, I thought this would be a romantic place to spend the night. I'm not sure we'll get much sleep, though."

"I didn't intend to get any sleep anyway," Brooke replied. 

We got settled in and Brooke asked about dinner. "Are you getting hungry?" she asked.

"I am, especially after that work out at the apartment," I replied laughing.

"I say we change clothes and go out for dinner, and then come back for a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi." Brooke said.

"That sounds great to me. Where do you want to eat?"

"How about that steak house we saw coming in? That looked like a good place to eat. Looked sorta expensive; can we afford it?" Brooke asked.

"I think so. We're still using dad's credit card. He said for us to get a nice dinner, so let's do it!"

I sat down on the bed and turned on the television while Brooke changed her clothes, but I didn't see much of the show; my eyes were on my sister as she undressed.

"You're staring at me again, Steven," Brooke said.

"You'll have to get used to that, sis. I can't take my eyes off of you. You look so fucking sexy when you get undressed. God, I love watching you."

"Thank you!" Brooke replied, as she slowly removed her clothes before she seductively made her way to the shower. As I heard the water running, my cock started getting hard again, so I decided that I'd join her. I stripped and walked into the shower and opened the door.

"I was hoping that you would join me," Brooke said.

I got inside the shower and took Brooke in my arms. I held her for a brief time, and then we began washing each other off. Taking our time, we got each other thoroughly clean. When we finished, we got out of the shower, dried each other off, and then went to the bedroom to get dressed. 

I watched Brooke dress, taking in as much of her hot body as I could. I never would have thought I would feel this way about my kid sister, but she is the hottest woman I've ever seen. When Brooke finished dressing, she picked out some clothes for me to wear, and I got dressed. We both looked sharp as we left the hotel room, hand in hand. Brooke was wearing a short and tight black dress, that hit about mid thigh, but a little higher than that. She also had on a beautiful necklace, that hung down to her cleavage. The top of the dress was so wide that it almost revealed too much, but I wasn't going to complain. I just hoped that those puppies stayed in during dinner. 

When we reached the car, I opened the door for Brooke, and she kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Thank you for making me feel so special, Steven."

"You are special, Brooke," I said as she slid into the car. I walked around to my side, got in, and drove to the steak house. 

All the way over I couldn't keep my eyes off of Brooke. The dress slid up when she got into the car, and was almost up to her crotch, showing off her firm and beautiful legs. I could have taken her in the car, but knew that there was plenty of time for that later.

When we got to the restaurant, I parked the car and then walked around and opened the door for Brooke. As she got out of the car, I got a good glimpse of her crotch, which was covered with another of her black thongs. 

We walked into the restaurant and were promptly escorted to a table. The restaurant was quite romantic. We got a table for two, and I sat in the chair next to Brooke. The waitress, commenting on the way we were dressed, I suppose, asked if we were celebrating anything.

Brooke looked at her and said, "Yes, we are. It was one week ago today that we were married," as she stuck out her hand and showed the waitress her wedding rings, which were the ones our grandfather gave our grandmother. I really wasn't prepared for this announcement, as Brooke and I had not come to a decision as to how we were going to spin our relationship while at college. The rings really looked good on her. Our grandparents were extremely wealthy, so they were beautiful rings. I think our grandfather gave her this set about fifteen years ago, on their fiftieth wedding anniversary, so they weren't very old, and they looked great on Brooke's finger. 

"Well, I'll bring you a complimentary bottle of our good wine to help you celebrate," the waitress said after she finished looking at Brooke's rings. The waitress left for the wine, and I looked at Brooke.

I just smiled at her. I wasn't sure how I felt about her announcement, but I didn't want to get into a discussion about it at that moment either, so I just leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss, and then pecked her on the cheek after I kissed her.

"What do you want to eat?" Brooke asked. 

"I think I'll have a salad, a filet mignon, and a baked potato," I replied, noticing a special on the menu that featured the 8 ounce filet mignon.

"Then, I'll have the same," Brooke replied.

When the waitress returned with our wine, she poured each of us a glass, and left the wine in a decanter on the table. She took our order. I ordered my steak medium rare, and Brooke ordered her's well done. I don't know how she eats her meat well done, but that's the way she always orders it.

We talked while we waited for our dinner, but I didn't say anything about the wedding ring. I was starting to like the idea of being married to my sexy sister.

Our dinner finally came, and we started eating, while enjoying light conversation and the romantic ambiance of the restaurant.

After dinner, we ordered a piece of cheese cake to split, and finished it off, along with the remainder of the wine. Between the two of us, we finished the entire bottle, and it was a very good wine, and complimented the steak nicely.

Brooke and I decided to head back to the hotel, so I paid the bill with dad's credit card and we left for the parking lot, walking hand in hand. When we got to the car, which was in a secluded part of the parking lot, I turned Brooke against the side of the car and pulled her face to mine. "I fucking love you, sis," I said before kissing her. Brooke grabbed me around the waist and held me tight as we kissed several times.

I opened the door for Brooke, and she slid into her seat, holding her legs apart for much longer than necessary before turning in her seat, giving me a great look at her firm thighs and her thin panties. My cock was starting to get hard again as I looked at her firm legs.

When we returned to the hotel room, we were both quite relaxed from the bottle of wine we shared at dinner. Brooke walked to the closet and found two white terry cloth bathrobes, and got them out.

"Umm, these will be nice," she said.

"You look great to me in that sexy black dress, sis. I could stare at you all night in that dress."

I'll look even sexier out of it, Brook said as she slid it down, along with her underwear, and slipped on the bathrobe, leaving it open in the front. "Why don't you put yours on too," Brooke suggested.

I got up from the bed, undressed, and put on my robe, leaving it open in the front as well. Brooke walked over to me, dropped her hand to my flaccid cock, rubbed it gently, and said, "This boy is going to get some action tonight."

"I sure hope so," I replied.

"I'll get the Jacuzzi started, and then we can soak for a while," Brooke said as she let loose of my hardening cock and walked over to the Jacuzzi and slid open the door. I watched her as she started the water, adding a small amount of bubble bath.

I walked over to the mini refrigerator and got out the bottle of champagne I had the manager place in there for us, for a price, of course. He also left two champagne glasses for us on the counter.

I unwound the wire holding the cork, and it released with a loud "pop." 

"What the fuck was that?" Brooke asked, turning to me.

"That was the sound of a party starting!" I said, lifting up the bottle of champagne. The champagne was bubbling out the top by this time.

"Get a glass and save it" Brooke said, excitedly. "We don't want to waste any of it!"

I got a glass and poured some of the champagne into it, and then filled the other glass. I took both of them over to Brooke and said a toast. "Here's to a night of fun, and to the rest of our lives together."

Brooke took her glass, rang it against mine and said, "Here's to the greatest brother in the world!" 

We sat on the edge of the bed and took a couple drinks while waiting for the Jacuzzi to fill, and then decided to get in.

I set down my glass and gently removed Brooke's bathrobe, revealing the most sexy body I've ever seen. I never get tired of looking at my sister's body. God, she looks terrific. I can't believe I have her all to myself.

After Brooke's robe hit the floor, I shed mine, and we walked, hand in hand, across the room to the Jacuzzi, and stepped in.

Brooke sat at the far end of the Jacuzzi, looking at me with a sexy grin as we admired the refection of our nude bodies in the full length mirrors.

I slid across the tub to Brooke's side and ran my fingers up and down her thighs as we soaked, relaxing. I moved my hands up to her stomach, and then to her tits, noticing that her nips were getting hard. I gently circled each with the tips of my fingers, causing goose bumps all over her chest and arms.

"God, that feels so good, Steven."

I continued rubbing my sister, feeling every inch of her tight body, which glistened with the water. Brooke smiled at me as I continued rubbing her tits. Slowly I leaned forward and began licking her right nipple, gliding my tongue over her hard nipple, flicking my tongue against. Brooke's mouth was open as she moaned softly at my tough.

Brooke raised up and pulled me to my feet, with my hard cock sticking straight out, brushing against her lips. She licked the head of my cock with her tongue and started sucking me for the second, or is it the third time today? I lifted my left leg and let it rest on the side of the Jacuzzi as Brooke continued sucking me. She took the entire length of my cock several times as she moved her mouth up and down on my shaft, and then started bobbing her head rapidly up and down on my cock, caressing my balls as she sucked hard. God, my sister was making love to my cock. Several times she said how much she enjoyed sucking cock. I hoped that she was referring to mine only, but I didn't say anything that would spoil the mood. 

I moved back so I could sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and my hard cock stood straight up in the air, inviting Brooke to continue what she had started. She crossed the tub on her knees and went back to work on my cock. She sucked me hard, twisting her mouth around on my cock as she squeezed my balls. Looking up at me, my sister looked like the sexiest woman in the world. 

"God, I love sucking cock," she said again as she continued giving me the best blow job of my short life. 

She leaned back and started jacking me off while licking the head of my cock repeatedly. I was afraid that I was going to cum with all the action she was giving me between my legs. My cock was as hard as it had ever been the way she was working it. Brooke was really getting off on my cock, as she dropped one hand beneath the water to her swelling pussy and started rubbing herself as she sucked me, licked me, and massaged my balls. 

Pressing my hard cock against my abdomen, Brooke started licking my balls, sucking one and then the other into her hungry mouth. She then licked beneath my balls to the sensitive stretch of skin between my ball sac and my ass. The feeling of her tongue on my flesh was making me feel so fucking good. As she licked from my ball sac to my ass, Brooke continued stroking my cock rapidly. She was now stretched out with her feet almost against the far side of the Jacuzzi, with her ass floating above the surface of the water, inviting me to take her. With the water running over her back and her ass she looked so sexy. She continued jerking me and sucking my balls as I leaned back enjoying the sight before me and the feeling of her tongue licking my body.She moved her mouth back to my cock and began kissing my cock from my balls to the head and back several times. She placed her mouth back over my cock as I began gyrating my hips in a fucking motion as I face fucked my sister, to her pleasure and mine. Brooke kept her head still while I raised and lowered my cock in and out of her wet mouth, while still seated on the edge of the tub.

Brooke commented about the pre cum oozing out of the head of my cock and squeezed my cock to get more of it out the tip, and then licked it off, taking my entire length down her throat. It must have been the effect of the wine and the champagne because my cock felt numb, and I thought I could continue this all fucking night long. Brooke took my cock so deep a couple of times that she gaged, but that didn't stop her from continuing. I'd never seen her get off this much sucking my cock. Shit, she was really getting into it, and had been at it for a good twenty minutes or more. 

"You really do love sucking that cock, don't you, sis?"

"Yeah, I really do love sucking cock, Steven, especially yours!"

Brooke and I had never really talked about our sex lives. We weren't that close until our first trip up here. I'm sure that as sexy as she is, she has had many opportunities, but we've never talked about it. I'm not sure I want to, either, especially now. Maybe at some other time, but not now.

Brooke continued working my cock for several more minutes, and then slowly withdrew her mouth and said, "Now its time for you to do me," as she slid across to the other side of the tub and leaned forward over the edge, offering her ass to me.

Her pussy lips were swollen from all the finger action Brooke had given herself while sucking me, so I bent over and started sucking at her exposed slit, tasting her juices. Brooke pressed her ass back against my face while moaning for me to continue eating her from behind.

I slid my tongue deep inside my sister's sex, and lapped away, tasting every drop of her excitement. God she tasted and smelled so fucking good to me. I continued for a short time, when Brooke turned her head back, looked at me and said, "Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me with that hard cock of yours."

God, I was ready, too. Reaching up, I spread her slit wide open and brought my raging hard cock to the entrance and pressed forward until the head of my cock entered between her sweet pussy lips. Brooke pressed back, forcing me all the way in, as she began moaning and looking at me with that special expression on her face. I raised my right leg and rested my foot on the edge of the tub, giving me a better angle and support as I fucked her. We could both hear the splash of the water as I drove in and out of her. Brook continued pressing back with enough pressure to keep me deep inside of her while we fucked. I continued fucking slowly away at her sweet pussy as Brooke continued to softly moan, signaling her pleasure. I could feel her fingers rapidly rubbing her slit as I fucked her harder and harder. I dropped my foot from the edge of the tub, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back against myself hard as I continued. Brooke grabbed my hands and brought them up to her tits, inviting me to rub them as we fucked, which I enjoyed. I have felt a few tits before, but never tits like these. There was some sense of excitement still lingering about feeling my sister's tits and fucking her pussy, but she was becoming more my lover and less my sister all the time. At first our relationship felt really strange and somewhat wrong, but now it felt so fucking right. How could anything that felt this right be wrong, I asked myself, convincing myself that there was nothing wrong with having this relationship with my sister, the woman I loved so dearly.




Brooke Ch. 05



I was lost in my thoughts when Brooke slowly turned around and gently pushed me back onto the side of the tub, spread my legs and held my hard cock in her hands.

"I want to taste myself on your cock," she said as she leaned forward and took me into her mouth again. She started licking my cock like she wanted to get all of her juice off it and into her mouth, moaning all the while. Licking from the base of my cock to the head, Brooke kept sucking me for quite a long time, slowly sucking my cock while beating me off. She moved me to the corner of the tub, turned around and sat down on my hard cock with her feet on the side of the tub. She lowered herself down and then back up, while I grabbed her ass cheeks and supported her as she fucked herself up and down on my hardness. My hard cock was going all the way in as she lowered herself, and then she pulled up, until I was just about to pop out, and then lowered herself down again, and continued this action for a long time, while moaning and almost shouting from the intense feeling this was giving her.

The feeling was much different from fucking her from behind. It was an entirely different angle, and I was not sure how long I was going to last if we continued fucking in this position for long, but it was obvious that Brooke was getting extreme pleasure fucking this way, so I tried to hold on and not cum, which was extremely difficult.

After several minutes in this position, Brooke got off me and got out of the tub, stepping into the bathroom, and lowered herself over the side of the tub, offering her ass to me again, which I took.

I pressed the head of my cock into her pussy and started fucking her hard from behind as Brooke continued moaning, and then shouting obscenities as we fucked in this position. I felt her sweet ass as I drove in and out of her, and ran my hands down her firm thighs, pulling her tight against my cock. I pulled completely out, and then drove my cock back into her, to her shout of pleasure. Brooke was moaning much louder now, and I was sure that she would have an orgasm any moment, the way she was shouting.

"God, fuck me, brother, fuck me harder," she yelled several times as I drilled away at her. I thought about moving my cock from her slit to her ass, but wasn't sure she was ready for that and didn't want to spoil the moment if she wasn't. I had done anal with her f'ockey friend, but I didn't know if Brooke would want that, although I know she knew about that episode.

Brooke raised up on his tip toes while I fucked her from behind, and reaching around, spread her ass cheeks wide so that I could see the pink hole of her ass as I fucked her. I thought maybe she wanted me to do it, but I didn't. I couldn't bring myself to do that to her, at least not right now. 

I spread my legs further apart and knelt down some to get a different angle on her as we continued fucking, for what seemed like forever. I'm still not sure how I lasted so fucking long, except for the wine and champagne we had consumed. I felt like I could last forever, and wanted to at this point. There was nothing else I wanted to do but make love to my sweet sister, and to give her the pleasure she seemed to be experiencing at the moment.

After continuing this for several minutes, Brooke slowly turned around and took my cock into her mouth again, with me standing before her and Brooke on her knees. She was getting to be an expert cock sucker now. While she sucked me, she looked up at me and said, "Steven, I want you to cum in my mouth. I love the taste of your cum."

That did it. I had managed to hold off in a miraculous way for going on an hour now, but this was doing it to me. There was something about the look on her face as she sucked my cock and rubbed my balls. I reached down and placed my hands on the side of her head as she sucked me off, with her eyes looking up at me. After some time, Brooke withdrew her mouth from my cock, looked up at me and said, "I want you to beat off and cum in my mouth, Steven."

Reaching down, I held the side of her face with my left hand while jerking my cock with my right. I was almost ready to cum as I started jerking off, with the tip of my cock resting on my sister's lower lip, her tongue out in anticipation of the load I was about to deliver to her sweet mouth.

I started jacking off in earnest as Brooke slid the tip of her tongue along the bottom of the head of my cock as I beat off.

"Oh, yea," I said as I could feel the familiar tingle that went all the way from my balls to my cock, signaling that I was at the boiling point. I slowed down as I continued jerking off, pressed the head of my cock against her tongue, and steadied her face with my left hand as I felt the cum rising through my hard cock. The first spurt hit the side of her face, with a long white thread of cum clinging to her cheek. The second ejaculation hit Brooke right on her lips, and the third shot directly on her tongue, as did the next three. I emptied my balls on my sister's face, with most of it going inside her mouth. Brooke took my cock back into her mouth and sucked any remaining cum out of my balls. Pulling off my cock, Brooke took her fingers and scooped up the cum from the side of her face and slid it into her mouth, licking her fingers, all the while smiling at me with a sexy grin.

"God, I love your cum, Steven. God damn, that was intense," Brooke said, almost breathlessly. 

"Yeah, it sure as fuck was." I replied. "That was the longest I've ever lasted, Brooke. I thought I was going to cum several times, but didn't. God, that was awesome."

Brooke lowered her face back into the water and washed off, then invited me to sit down in the corner of the Jacuzzi to relax a while. She spread my legs apart and sat down between them with her back to me, and brought my hands around and held them against her tits.

"Steven, I really love you. I hope this works out. I never want to be with anyone but you. Never."

"I don't want to be with anyone but you, either, Brooke; and now that we're "married" we don't have to worry about anyone else!" I said, referring to our grandmothers wedding rings that were still on Brooke's finger.

"Yeah, I guess we really didn't talk that through and all, but I couldn't resist bringing them with me, and it just seemed like the right thing to do. You don't mind, do you?"

"Fuck no. I enjoy the thought of being married to you. So, are we going to be a married couple from now on?" I asked.

"If you don't mind, I would like that," Brooke replied. 

"Well, I guess I should propose or something then," I said, while lifting Brook off and getting down on one knee in the Jacuzzi. I took Brooke's hands and said, "Brooke, nothing would make me happier right now than for you to be my wife. Will you marry me, Brooke?"

Although it shouldn't have surprised me, it did. Brooke started to cry. At first her eyes got watery, and then the tears started to flow. Finally, she looked at me and said, "I would love to be your wife, Steven. Yes, I'll marry you. I don't know how, but yes, I'll marry you."

"Marriage is a commitment, Brooke. The ceremony just makes it official, and maybe someday we will be able to make it official, but now, I consider us married. I love you Brooke, with all my heart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and only you."

"I feel the same way. God, I can't believe this, but I really want to be married to my brother. God, I love you, Steven. With that, Brooke leaned in and gave me the sweetest kiss ever. We considered ourselves married, and got out of the Jacuzzi and filled our glasses with champagne and toasted our new life together. Neither of us knew if we could ever make it official, but outside of the ceremony, we considered it done. We were deeply committed to each other, and were about to begin our new life together in our new apartment. 

Although it was after midnight, Brooke was getting hungry. I used my iPhone and searched for a late night pizza parlor and found one and ordered a pizza and breadsticks delivered to the room.

"We better get something on before the delivery boy comes," Brooke suggested. We walked back into the bedroom and slipped into our bathrobes, this time tying them in the front for a little modesty for when the pizza was delivered. We sat together on the couch, talking and kissing like newly weds, which we considered ourselves to be.

In about thirty minutes, there was a knock on the door, and I opened it to greet a pizza delivery boy who was about my age. I took the pizza and the breadsticks, paid him and gave him a generous tip, and brought the pizza in and set it on the table. 

"He was kinda cute," Brooke commented, referring to the delivery boy.

"Don't get any ideas, Brooke, you're a married woman, now," I replied.

"Just trying to make you a little jealous, that's all," Brooke said, smiling back at me.

"Now that he's gone, can we get rid of the robes?" Brooke asked while untying hers and letting it drop to the floor. I did the same, and we sat down in the chairs, nude, and started to enjoy our pizza.

"Should I feed you the first piece, kinda like its a piece of wedding cake?" Brooke asked. 

"Sure, as long as you don't smear it all over my face," I replied. Brooke fed me a bite of the first slice, and I did the same with her. We washed it down with a drink of the champagne.

I leaned over and took Brooke's face in my hands, and pressed my lips to hers. Although she tasted like pepperoni and pizza sauce, I enjoyed the kiss, as did she. 

We had a good time as we finished off the pizza and the rest of the food, and both felt a little light headed from the activity in the Jacuzzi and all the champagne. 

"I hate to say this, but we really do need to get some sleep before tomorrow. We're going to have a long day setting up the apartment," I said.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," Brooke replied as we got up and walked over to the bed.

"Seems a shame to waste this huge bed on sleep," I said, only half joking.

"It wont go to waste," Brooke replied. "I plan to wake you up bright and early so we'll have time to play before we have to leave. That is if I can wait that long to fuck you again."

"I like the way you think, sis."

Brooke and I walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers. I told Brooke to lie down on her stomach and I'd give her a rub down as she fell asleep. She liked that idea.

"Did you bring the massage oil?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I brought it. You just relax and I'll get it ready," I replied as I walked over to my shaving kit and removed the oil. I placed it in the microwave for a few seconds to warm it, and went back to the bed, where I found Brooke spread out and looking quite relaxed. 

I crawled up behind her, spread her legs apart to allow room for my knees, as I reached up to her neck and began rubbing her neck and shoulders. I poured a liberal amount of the warm oil on her back and shoulders. She must have liked it because I could hear a soft moan escaping from her lips as I started the massage.

While rubbing the oil into her shoulders, back and arms, I could feel her strong muscles, which she has attained through her years of field hockey and working out. She was as fit as anyone. Softly, but firmly, I massaged the oil into her flesh. I lifted her arms, one at a time, and massaged them thoroughly from her shoulders to her hands, taking my time as I did so.

When I finished her arms, I lay them gently by her side, as I started on her back and shoulders. I applied more oil to her soft flesh and rubbed it in, making my way from her upper to lower back. When I got to the base of her back, I gently rubbed her ass cheeks, but bypassed them for the moment and started on her legs.

Her thighs and legs were as solid as her arms. Muscular, but sexy at the same time. The muscles weren't bulging or anything, but her legs were quite firm. I started at her feet, rubbing them gently, and then moved up to her leg and thigh. I put a liberal amount of oil on her thigh, and rubbed it from her knee to the base of her ass before moving to her other leg, and did the same with that leg. Brooke seemed to be so relaxed by this time I could hear a soft snore as she slowly breathed.

God, she looked so sexy laying there. I still couldn't believe that she was mine, and that we were sorta married to each other. I was really pleased with the decision to continue on as a married couple. Sure, we were young, but I really didn't see myself with anyone but my sister, and I truly intended to spend the rest of my life with this hot sibling.

After I finished rubbing her legs, I started in on the soft globes of her ass. I poured some more of the oil on her ass cheeks and began rubbing them softly at first, and then a bit more firmly. The feeling of her ass was incredible. I took my time feeling her flesh, and then poured some oil along the crack in her ass, letting it run down over her ass to her pussy lips. When I did this, Brooke spread her legs a little more, letting the oil drip deep within her crack. I rubbed both cheeks at the same time, allowing my thumb to wander to her small, pink pucker, sliding over it gently. Brooke moaned in pleasure. I massaged from deep within her crack outwards to her cheeks, and then let my thumbs slide back to her pucker. I did this several times, and then, after applying more oil, began rubbing her pink pucker with my fingers. This must have been stimulating to Brooke, because she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her pucker, which was coated with oil.

"Umm, that feels so fucking good, Steven. Keep doing that. Yeah, keep doing that."

I continued rubbing her ass with my fingers, gently sliding them across and slightly within her hole, as Brooke continued to moan in pleasure. I did this several times, and then slid my middle finger into her to the first knuckle and circled the inside of her anus with my finger. Brooke started moving my and down on my finger, so I slid it in further, until it was all the way in.

"Use two fingers, but take it slow," Brooke said softly.

I applied a little more oil to her ass and gently slid in the second finger and gently pushed them in and out of her hole.

"God, I love that. You can fuck me there if you want, but take it slow. It really hurts if you don't do it slow," Brooke said with sort of a moan.

I couldn't believe I was going to fuck my sister in the ass. I never really considered myself an anal type of guy, although I'd done it a couple of times with one of her friends. I withdrew my fingers, and poured oil over my now hard cock, and rubbed it in for several seconds before placing the tip of my cock at the entrance to her ass. Slowly I rubbed the head of my cock over her ass hole, all the time with Brooke softly moaning. I rubbed the head of my cock against her several more times before placing the head at the entrance. Brooke pulled her cheeks wide apart this time as I started to enter her. As the head of my cock popped inside, Brooke again cautioned me to go slow, which I did.

I fucked her ass slowly, with just the head of my cock gaining entrance to her sweet pucker. After a few minutes of this, Brooke asked me to go further, which I did. I had about half of my cock buried inside of my sister's ass when Brooke started to lift her ass, causing me to go deeper. I took my time, not wanting to cause her any unnecessary pain, as I continued fucking her slowly.

"Oh Christ, Steven, that feels so fucking good. Fuck my ass!"

I withdrew my cock almost all the way, and then, slowly, pushed it all the way in. Brooke started humping back on my cock as I started fucking her ass a little harder and with increased intensity. At that point I sorta lost it and began fucking her ass harder.

"O god, Steven, fuck my ass. Fuck my ass, brother."

I fucked her harder. I could feel her strong anal muscles tighten around my hard cock as I fucked her. This was the most amazing feeling I had ever experienced. Her ass was so fucking tight around my cock as we fucked. I started fucking her harder and deeper and faster, while Brooke was raising her hips as I drove down. I could hear my balls, which were covered with oil, slapping against her as I fucked her hard.

We continued for almost ten minutes, until I felt my cum churning in my balls, and then I emptied them inside my sister's ass. The feeling was so fucking intense as I shot my load deep within her bowels. Several shots of cum filled her ass by the time I stopped. 

I don't know why I did it, but when I finished, I lowered my head to her ass and kissed it, tasting the combination of my cum and her juices as I lapped away at her. I couldn't get enough of my sister, and wanted to continue doing this all night.

Brooke pressed her ass up hard against my mouth and tongue as I finished her off, and she had her own intense orgasm. All she could get out was, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," which she shouted several times before we both calmed down.

Brooke rolled over on her back and I lowered myself on top of her, sliding my tongue into her mouth as she licked the inside of my mouth. I held her tight as we kissed passionately, my cock pressed against her pussy, but not inside. 

"This was just the night I had hoped it would be," Brooke said. "I wanted to make love to you all night, Steven, and I think we've accomplished that."

"I think so, too," I replied as I looked at the clock and noticed it was almost three o'clock. I rolled over on my side and pulled Brooke to me for one final kiss before we both fell asleep. Yeah, the bed sheets were a mess, but we didn't care. We weren't the ones who had to clean up this mess, anyway.



Brooke Ch. 06



I woke up around seven to the sound of Brooke vomiting in the bathroom. As I've shared before, my sister was very vocal vomiter, and I'm sure the people in the room next door could hear her as well, if they were still in their room.

"My god, Brooke, what's wrong?" I asked as I rushed into the bathroom to find her hanging her head in the commode.

"I don't know. I woke up about twenty minutes ago and was really cold, and then I got really sick to my stomach. I don't know if its something I ate last night or what."

I walked over and sat on the side of the Jacuzzi and placed my hand on her forehead. She did feel like she was running a low grade fever, but she didn't feel too hot. "You do feel a little warm, and that would cause the chills. I feel fine, so I don't think its anything you ate, because we both had the same meal."

After sitting with her for a couple of minutes, I got up and walked back into the bedroom to get her bathrobe. I brought it in and draped it over her shoulders to keep her warm.

"Thank you, Steven. I think I'm feeling better now."

We both sat there for a few minutes to see if she was going to get sick again, but she didn't. Finally, I put my arm around her waist, helped her stand up, and started walking her back to the bed. 

"Now, I feel a little dizzy," she said. I continued walking her to the bed and had her lie down. I removed the robe and covered her with the sheet and the bedspread, tucking her in.

"I think you should lie there for a while and see how you feel. Do you think I should try to find an urgent care or something?"

"No," Brooke replied, "I'm feeling better now. I think I'll just rest a while and see how I feel later."

"Do you want me to get you something to eat or drink?"

"Mom always gives me 7-UP when I feel like this. Do you think they have any?"

"I don't know, but I'll find out. Do you want me to call mom and see what she suggests?"

"No, I don't think that's necessary; but if you could find some 7-UP, I think that might help."

I threw on my shorts and T-shirt, slipped into my shoes, grabbed my wallet and room key and left. I remembered a 7-11 near the hotel, so I walked over there and got a bottle of 7-UP and some saltine crackers. I also got a breakfast sandwich and a cup of coffee for myself, and walked back to the room.

Brooke seemed to be much better now and was almost asleep when I entered the room. I told her what I bought, and she had me pour some 7-UP and she also ate a couple of crackers.

"Do you feel any better?" I asked.

"Well, I'm not throwing up, so I guess I do!" Brooke replied. 

I let her sarcasm pass. I knew she wasn't feeling well, and certainly didn't want to get into an argument with her. I really felt sorry for her. She was very pale, and still looked like she was about to throw up again, but she never did.

I slipped off my clothes and slid back into the bed beside Brooke. She rested her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her and held her for a while, until she fell back asleep. After that, I got up and turned on the TV and watched the ending of some old movie. 

I hoped that Brooke wasn't coming down with something. The last few weeks she has complained of being tired all the time, but she wasn't like that at all yesterday; and then this. Maybe I should get her over to an Urgent Care when she wakes up. Mom had wanted her to go to the doctor last week, but she said that she didn't have time to go. 

Brooke slept until around 10:00, when I woke her up to see if she wanted to shower before we left for the apartment. Check out was at 11:00, so we needed to get moving. She said that she was feeling better, so I helped her up and into the shower. Naturally, we showered together, with me doing most of the washing. Brooke was OK to stand in the shower as long as she could hold onto something, so that worked. I really enjoyed washing her off but felt bad that she was sick.

I had her turn around facing away from the shower so I could wash her hair. She usually liked it when I washed her hair, and I wanted to do anything that would make her feel better.

We got out of the shower, dried off, and then got dressed. I had Brooke lie back down on the bed while I took our suitcases out to the car. When I got to the lobby I checked with the clerk and she said that we could stay in the room a while longer if we needed to. I told her that we were waiting for a call from the movers and then we would head over to the apartment; but there's no furniture in it yet, so I wanted to let Brooke sleep as long as she could before we had to leave. She said that would be fine. 

I took our things out to the car and then went back to the room. Brook was sleeping again, and looked so angelic lying on the bed. Yeah, I know that she's my sister-wife, but she is a great looking woman. I hated to see her sick.

It was around 12:30 when the movers called. They were about twenty minutes away, and were giving me a heads up call. I told them that I had the key to the apartment and that Brooke and I would be there to let them in. After I hung up the phone, I woke Brooke up.

"That extra sleep helped a lot, Steven. Thanks."

"No problem; I'm just glad you're felling better. Do you think you can make it over to the apartment? I could try to get the hotel room for another night if you think that'd be better."

"No, I think I'll be fine. I'm feeling better now."

She did look a little better to me, so I helped her up and walked her down to the car, although she was able to walk by herself and did seem much better than she was earlier.

Brooke asked if I thought we could take the robes with us, as she liked them. I told her that I'd check at the front desk and see if they sold them, and that I imagined they did. On our way out I checked, and they had some new ones, so I put two of them on dad's credit card. I didn't think he would even notice, anyway. Brooke was pleased. 

We drove over to the apartment and went inside to wait on the movers.

After they arrived, it didn't take them long to unload all of our stuff. They stayed long enough to help me set up the beds and all the furniture. I had never done any of this, and their help was appreciated. They said that dad paid them a little extra to help out with the set up. 

Brooke sat down in one of the over stuffed chairs that we had in the living room while I made up her bed. When I was just about finished, Brooke came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

"This is our new home, Steven. I really like it, don't you?"

"Yeah, I like it, Brooke, but honestly, anyplace would be fine. I just want to be alone with you!" 

Brooke took my hand and together we plopped down on the bed, facing each other.

I reached out and traced my finger along the line of her face, staring into her eyes.

"You really are beautiful, you know, especially for a kid sister."

"Kid sister my ass. I'm your wife!"

"Oh, yeah, how could I have forgot about that?" I asked laughing.

"Can we just lie here for a while? I don't feel like unpacking anything just yet," Brooke asked.

"Sure, we can stay here as long as you want! We have all day and all day tomorrow, and the day after that. We really don't have any plans so there's no need to rush anything."

"Thanks. I just want to lie here for a while with you . . . naked."

I didn't have a problem with that, either. I reached over and lifted Brooke's top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. I then unfastened her shorts and slid them off along with her underwear. After undressing her, I took my clothes off and then crawled back into the bed so that I was lying on my side, facing her. I reached over and started tracing my fingers along her arms, shoulders, and her chest, to her soft moans of consent. 

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"O yeah, I like that. You don't have to stop anytime soon,"

In the silence of our room, I continued tracing my fingers along my sister's beautiful body, with the sole purpose of trying to make her feel better. I let my fingers trace down her chest to her abs, which were moving up and down slowly to the rate of her breathing. I traced them down to the soft patch of pubic hair just above her pussy, and down to her upper thighs, as far as I could reach. In just a few minutes, Brooke was fast asleep. I slowly got out of the bed and covered her with the sheet before going back to work on unpacking.

I started in my room, thinking that it would be quieter for Brooke. I unpacked my clothes and hung everything up in the closet and put stuff away in the dresser drawers. I sat out a few pictures, set up my lap top, and got my desk organized and made my bed, wondering how long it would be before someone slept in it. 

After finishing with my room, I checked on Brooke and she was still sleeping, so I decided to set up the kitchen. It was small, so that didn't take too much time either. I did unpack the new pots and pans that we bought at Wall Mart, along with all the other kitchen stuff we brought with us, and by the time I was finished, the place looked good. 

I went ahead and set up the living room and connected the television, and got that room finished as well. Other than the bathrooms, which I thought Brooke would like to do, and her bedroom, everything else was finished. I was sure that Brooke would want to rearrange somethings, but that didn't bother me. I just wanted to get things set up so it would feel more like home.

I gathered up all the boxes and the packing paper and carried it out to the dumpster, which took several trips. I checked on Brooke again, and she was still sleeping. I woke her up just to let her know that I wanted to run over to the grocery store to get a few things for dinner and the next few days, and she understood what I was saying. I left her and drove over to the Harris Teeter, which was not far away. It was a new store, and they had a good variety of things, so I was able to get all I needed.

I got back to the apartment in just over an hour, and found Brooke still asleep. I was getting a little worried, but she's complained about fatigue the last couple of weeks, so maybe this was just what she needed. I put all the groceries away, and then went back into Brooke's bedroom to check on her. She was asleep, so I crawled into the bed with her, stripping first.

When I got into the bed, Brooke rolled over and faced me, opened her eyes, and softly said, "I missed you, Steven," and threw her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder. 

"I missed you too, Brooke. How do you feel?"

"I feel fine, now. I think maybe it was just exhaustion or something. Maybe dehydration. I felt nauseous, had a slight headache, and then got dizzy when I stood up, but now I feel better."

"You don't think you're pregnant, do you?" I asked.

Brooke smiled and said, "No, Steven, I'm not pregnant. I'm on the pill, remember?"

"Yeah, I just thought, you know, maybe you missed one or something."

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm fine there. It must have been a little bug or something. How about if we go for a walk? What time is it, anyway?"

"It's about fifteen till six," I replied. 

"Maybe we could walk somewhere and get something to eat; I'm starting to get hungry now, I missed breakfast and lunch, you know."

"Yeah, that's fine, if you're able to walk. Would you rather I drive?"

"No, I feel like I need the exercise. Let's walk."

Brooke and I got up and dressed, and headed out the door, hand in hand, with Brooke's arm around me.

"I want every woman here to know that you're taken, Steven," Brooke said as she held onto me very tight. There were plenty of residents out walking and playing around. Some of the girls had on very skimpy clothing, what you'd expect for a college town.

We walked for several blocks before coming to a small diner, which Brooke said she wanted to try. We went inside and ordered some dinner and a couple of drinks. 

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"I feel as good as new now that I'm eating something. I think I'm fine now."

We took our time finishing our dinner before heading back to the apartment. Once we returned, Brooke was ready to get started, so she unpacked the bath things and set up both bathrooms with personals and with the throw rugs and all. When she finished, they both looked great. She also worked a little on the living room, adjusting the furniture slightly from the way I had it, and then started on her bedroom. She worked on it about thirty minutes before she announced that she was worn out. She looked fine to me, but she said that she was getting tired again, and didn't want to over due it.

I suggested that we watch some television before going to bed, but Brooke suggested that we reverse that and go to bed to watch television. We could do that now, as there was a TV both in the living room and in her bedroom. We decided to do that, and went into her bedroom after closing up the apartment.

Brooke and I both stripped down before getting into the bed; big surprise there, I know. I put my arm around her and held her tight, with her head resting on my shoulder. We watched something on television, but after just a few minutes, I could hear Brooke softly snoring. I leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips before turning off the light. It was early, but we both needed some sleep.

I got up around eight o'clock the following morning. Brooke woke up when I was getting out of the bed. "Where are you going so early?" she asked me.

"I'm going to take a piss, and then start breakfast. What would you like?"

"I think I would like some pancakes if you have them," Brooke replied.

"I'll fix them right up. Do you want them in the bed or in the kitchen?" I asked.

"I'll come out there. Just call when they're ready, will ya?"

"Sure thing," I replied as I dashed to the bathroom to empty my bladder. After finishing up, I went out to the kitchen and started breakfast. I got out the new apron I bought and put it on to cover up my cock, primarily. I hadn't bothered to get dressed and thought I should have something on. 

When breakfast was ready I yelled for Brooke, who came out of the bedroom nude as expected and sat down at the table.

"Our first meal at home," I said to her as I served her pancakes.

"Umm, they look delicious," Brooke replied as I sat the plate of pancakes in front of her. 

"Just about as delicious as you look, sis," I replied.

"You're just saying that because you didn't get any last night and you want to fuck me after breakfast," Brooke said with a sexy grin.

"Did it work?" I asked.

"Yeah, it worked. When these pancakes are finished, we're getting back in the bed and break it in properly!"

Brooke was true to her word, too. When she had her last bite of her pancakes, she got up, grabbed my hand, and led me back into the bedroom to break in our new apartment properly.

She dropped back on the bed, slowly slid her hands down her thighs and legs, the back up to her crotch, spreading her pussy lips apart, saying, "This is all yours, Steven. Get started!"

I laughed as Brooke was almost ordering me to eat her out, which didn't take any encouragement anyway. I crawled up onto the bed and moved over between her spread legs, took my fingers and pulled her pussy lips apart, and then went down on her, while moving my hands to her ass.

She tasted so fucking good, too. I lapped away at her pussy while rubbing her ass, finding my way up her crack to her back door. Brooke moaned as I stroked her, first grinding her pussy into my hand, and then her ass. She was getting turned on big time and I was glad I was there to help her out.

I licked away at her snatch, licking first the outside and then inside as far as I could reach with my tongue. I licked her inner thighs as well, and it must have felt good because Brooke was starting to cuss. She reached down and pressed my face to her crotch and started grinding her pussy into my mouth as I licked and sucked her. 

"I love your tongue in my pussy, Steven, god that feels good."

I pulled back long enough to tell Brooke that I liked my tongue in her pussy, too. Most of my friends didn't like going down on the girls at school. I guess I didn't like doing it either with the girls I dated, but somehow it was different with Brooke. I guess in one way that was because in high school I was out to get as much pleasure as I could, and now I want to give pleasure. When I went out in high school I really didn't care how the girl felt, but now all I want to do is make Brooke feel good. I guess that's what love does to you? If so, this is the first time I've been in love, because I've never had these feelings for anyone else.

I continued licking Brooke, and the juices were flooding out of her. She started gyrating her hips against my face, still pushing down on the back of my head like I was going to try to escape of something, which there was no way I was going to.

After several minutes of eating my sister, Brooke moved around so that we could get into a 69 position, something we'd never done with each other. Brooke crawled on top of me and lowered her face to my cock, while pressing her pussy back into my mouth. The harder I sucked on her pussy, the harder she sucked on my cock. She held my cock straight up and sucked it slowly, while grasping my balls and rubbing my thighs. I had my hands both between her legs, pulling her slit wide and sliding my tongue up and down her slit. Brooke was taking my whole length into her mouth now, still slowly stroking my cock as she sucked me off. I could see her pink pucker, so while she was sucking me, I dipped my finger into her pussy to get it wet, and then ran the tip around the cute entrance to her ass, and just circled it, which seemed to drive her crazy. I spread her pussy lips apart and flicked my tongue over the lips and continued licking around and inside her pussy while probing her pucker with my fingers. 

Brooke continued doing a masterful job on my cock, sucking all the way to the base before sliding her mouth back up to the tip. By this time I had my index finger buried in her ass, about to explode from the feeling of her mouth surrounding my cock. Why we had never tried this position before, I'll never know, but I assure you, this wont be the last time. 

The more I worked her ass and pussy, the harder Brooke sucked on my cock. She sorta mimicked on me what I was doing to her, as far as the speed of things. She licked down the shaft of my cock to my balls, and while sucking my balls she began jacking my cock. 

The taste of her pussy was driving me crazy. I wanted her and I wanted her bad. The feeling of her mouth and tongue on my cock intensified the feeling I got from eating her out. My face was wet from her flowing juices as I continued sucking her pussy and finger fucking her ass.

Brooke started bucking her hips against my mouth as her head rose off my cock. She then lifted herself off me, turned around so she was facing me, and lifted her pussy over my hard cock. I lined my cock up with her pussy, and Brooke lowered herself onto my waiting cock, while I grabbed her ass and started rotating her up and down on my cock. Brooke leaned forward and let her breasts hang down in my face as I continued fucking her. She was riding me hard now, shouting obscenities as I made rapid thrusts up onto her tight pussy. I held her hips still as I raised myself up into her rapidly. God it felt so fucking good as I fucked her and sucked her tits. Brooke was bouncing up and down on my hard cock now, with the sweat pouring off each of us. I kept pumping into her. Reaching around, I could feel her ass hole, and as I did so, Brooke pushed back against my hand, so I let a finger find its way into her ass as we continued fucking. I was thrusting into her rapidly now, and for some reason started slapping her ass, probably harder than I should have, but it seemed to stimulate Brooke, who was now sucking my tongue as I was fucking her hard.




Brooke Ch. 06



I started fucking her faster as I could feel her pussy walls begin to spasm around my cock.

"Oh god, yes, yes, yes, I'm going to cum, Oh fuck yes. . ." I heard her say just as she had her orgasm. The spasm of her pussy walls caused me to lose it, and just then I started shooting my load into my sister. One, two, three volleys of cum shot into her, and then another three. I could feel my cum coating my cock as I continued ramming it inside of her.

I finally slowed down, and then stopped fucking Brooke. We both relaxed as my cock popped out of her pussy, and then I could feel my sperm drip out of her pussy and down onto my cock and balls. 

I reached up and pulled her face to mine and drove my tongue inside of her mouth as she did the same. The feeling of her wet body against mine was an erotic feeling. I ran my fingers all over her body while kissing her like it was my last time. 

"Can we stay in the bed all day?" Brooke asked me.

"That would be fine with me," I replied.

I thought we were going to do just that until someone rang the door bell.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Brooke asked. "Nobody even know's we live here, except mom and dad. Oh fuck, you don't think its one of them do you?"

"I sure hope not. I'm sure it smells like sex in here. I guess one of us has to open the door. I'll do it while you clean up this room a little and get your robe on," I said to Brooke as I wrapped my robe around me and headed to the front door. 

By the time I got there they rang the doorbell a second time, which was about to piss me off. I looked through the peephole, and it was Amanda. What the fuck was Amanda doing here? I hadn't seen her or talked to her since we rescued her from the frat party, and after that I didn't expect to ever see her again.

"It's Amanda," I shouted to Brooke.

"Oh my god," Brooke said, running out of the bedroom while at the same time still putting her robe on. 

Brooke opened the door and pulled Amanda in. They were both squealing like two long lost sisters or something.

I stood back watching the two of them hugging each other, Brooke in her robe, and Amanda in her short shorts and halter top. God, they both looked great to me.

"How did you find us?" Brooke asked, taking Amanda by the hand and walking her to the living room.

"I called the housing office last week to see if you two had made any housing arrangements. I thought it would be good to have somewhere to go to get off campus. I've been here for summer classes. I have to make up an English class to get up to speed, and it's offered during the June term. Anyway, they gave my your address, and I was free this morning so I decided to drive over and see if you were here yet."

"Yeah, we just moved in yesterday. Oh god, you haven't seen this, have you?" Brooke asked, showing her ring off to Amanda. 

Amanda screamed again, "Oh my god, you two got married? When did that happen?"

"Just last week. Our parents weren't very happy about the two of us living together, so we eloped. They weren't too crazy about that either, but it's done. We're both pleased, though. It's really been great."

"Well, congratulations to both of you!" Amanda said, giving Brooke and me a kiss on the cheek.

I sat there mesmerized as Brooke told Amanda all about our wedding, in detail. There was no fucking way I was going to remember all that, so whenever someone asked me about the wedding, I just let Brooke tell them.

The two of them kept talking about school, f'ockey, the team, and I learned that Amanda decided to come to St. Mary's even after the episode at the frat party. She had a full ride, the same as Brooke, and her parents wouldn't let her give that up, and there was no way she would've been able to tell them why. She and Brooke were talking about the frat party a little, and Amanda was talking about how embarrassed she was after "doing it" with all those guys. I started remembering the evening, and how Liz and the other girl did it on the floor, and must have got lost in my thoughts, because the next thing I knew, Brooke was giving me this strange look and then looking down at my crotch. I looked down, and my cock, which wasn't entirely hard, but wasn't soft either, was visible through the slit at the bottom of my robe. Amanda was facing Brooke and away from me, so she didn't see it, but had she turned around, she would have. 

I reached down and slid my cock back inside my robe as Amanda and Brooke finished talking. Amanda had to leave to get back to class, but Brooke suggested that she come over tomorrow night for dinner, and she said that she was free and would love to. Amanda left, and Brooke came after me.

"So what about that conversation gave you a hard on, or were you just that happy to see Amanda?" It was the first time in weeks that Brooke was yelling at me, and she was as angry as fuck. 

There was no way I could lie to Booke, so I confessed that when she and Amanda started talking about that night I pictured Liz and the other girl fucking on the mattress, and sure, I got a little turned on, but I wasn't going to do anything with them or anything. I told her that I wasn't even aware that I was showing until she pointed it out.

"Hmm, does Amanda turn you on, then?" Brooke asked me.

"No, not really, it was just all the talk, I guess," I replied.

"Maybe we shouldn't have her over if that's the way you're going to react."

"Really, Brooke, it doesn't matter to me, she's your friend and teammate. I'm not interested in Amanda, believe me. I'm not the least bit interested."

"You sure?" Brooke asked. 

"Yes, I'm sure. Not the least bit interested. I'm in love with you, and you're the only person I want in my life."

"That's all I wanted to hear," Brooke said as she moved in next to me, untied my robe, and put her arms around my waist, next to my skin, bringing our nude bodies together.

"You wanna do it again?" Brooke asked as she held me tight.

"We could, but we have a shit load of work to get done. How about we finish up the house first?"

"Yeah, it'll be great to get everything put away and all," Brooke replied, "but, I want you to promise me that we'll have some fun when we finish. I'm just getting used to us sharing the apartment and I want to get the most our of it."

I had no problem promising Brooke that we'd play around tonight after we got the apartment set up. Hell, that's one major reason I wanted to room with her. We do have a good time together.

Brooke and I worked on the apartment all day. We stopped at lunch for a sandwich, but worked until early evening before we got everything finished and put away. Standing back and looking at the place, we were quite pleased with what we had accomplished.

"I'm gonna take some pictures and send them to mom and dad," Brooke announced as she started taking pictures of the apartment with her iPhone. She had me pose in my bedroom, and she posed in hers. We took pictures of each other in every room, and by the time we were finished, we had sent about a dozen pictures to mom and dad. We were sure that they'd get a kick out of them.

"What do you want to do about dinner?" Brooke asked. 

"I could fix something up if you want me to," I replied. 

"That would be good. I really don't feel like going out anywhere, I'm worn out from all the work today," Brooke said. 

"Are you hungry for anything in particular?" I asked.

"Yeah, but you said we couldn't do that until later."

"Ha, ha. You can have that anytime you want, sis."

"I know I can. That's the fun of living together, we can have each other any time we want."

"How about if I grill a couple of hamburgers for us? I have the hamburger and some things to go with. I also got some charcoal for that grill outside. Does that sound OK with you?"

"Sure. What are we going to have when Amanda comes over tomorrow?"

"I was thinking about making some Lasagna tomorrow. Does that sound OK?"

"Yeah, I'm sure Amanda would love your Lasagna. God, its good."

"OK then, we'll plan on that."

"Don't fix me a huge breakfast or lunch tomorrow then, I don't want to gain too much weight before practices start."

I got the hamburger out of the refrigerator and fixed it up. I have a spice mix I put into the hamburger along with some onions. I also had some cheese and all the other fixings. While I was grilling the hamburgers Brooke set the table and got some other things out of the refrigerator to go with the burgers, along with our drinks. I stood by the grill watching Brooke getting things ready inside, and thought that we really were acting like a newly wed couple, and I loved that idea. Yeah, I loved being "married" to my sister.

While Brooke wasn't much of a cook, she was good at setting menus and setting the table and cleaning up afterwards. She even said at home that if I would cook for her, she would do the dishes, and she has continued that practice now that we were living together. I don't mind cooking, but I hate cleaning up the mess afterwards, so this arrangements works perfectly for both of us.

After the kitchen was cleaned up, I sat down on a chair and turned on the TV. Brooke walked into the living room which opened up to the kitchen, so it wasn't much of a walk, and sat down on my lap.

I reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes and just looked at her for a few minutes before speaking.

"How've you felt today? You really were sick yesterday. I was worried about you."

"I feel much better today. I did get a little dizzy a couple of times while we were working and had to sit down for a few minutes, and I'm really tired now, but other than that I feel fine."

"You still look a little pale to me. Maybe tomorrow we can get outside for some sun. It's supposed to be a beautiful day. How about a hike or something? There's a state park not far from here."

"That would be fun. Could we take a picnic lunch or something?"

"Sure, I could get some things together for that. Let's do it," I replied. 

With Brooke still sitting on my lap, I reached up and pulled her face to mine and gave her a lingering kiss, letting my tongue slide into her mouth.

"Umm, I like that," Brooke sighed.

"Yeah, I do to. What do you say, wanna move this into your bedroom?"

"We can move it into OUR bedroom, remember?"

"Yeah, that's right. OUR bedroom."

I lifted Brooke off my lap, took her hand, and led her into our bedroom. We slowly undressed each other before lying down on the bed. 

"God, you are so fucking beautiful, Brooke. You never have to worry about me looking at another woman! You're all I could ever desire. You have the perfect body, a great personality, and, Christ, I fucking love you so much."

Brooke leaned into me and kissed me passionately after I said that, letting her hands roam all over my body, as I did the same to her.

Brooke pressed me back onto the bed and crawled on top of me, kissing me passionately and grinding her crotch into mine. I let my hands roam down to her ass, my favorite spot on my sister's body, and gently massaged her firm cheeks with my hands. Brooke continued grinding her hot body against mine. She leaned back and brought her tits to my mouth, and I sucked one and then the other, while still massaging her ass. 

After letting me suck her tits for several minutes, Brooke started licking her way down my front. She sucked on my nipples for a while, and then continued down toward my cock, which was growing rapidly. When she got to my cock, Brooke looked up at me and said, "Time to trim these pubes again, brother. They tickle my nose!"

"I don't want anything to distract you from sucking my cock, Brooke. We'll take care of that first thing in the morning! Now, get back to sucking!"

Brooke smiled, and then returned her attention to my raging hard on, taking it back into her mouth and started sucking it again. She used much more tongue action this time than before, and it really felt good. I looked down at her and could see that she was really getting into sucking and licking my cock. She licked from the base to the head, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock, bringing me intense pleasure. Then she started bobbing her head up and down on me while twisting her mouth around as she did so. I don't know where she learned this technique, but it was quite amazing and stimulating. I swear, I've been sucked off before, but no other girl made me feel quite like Brooke does. She sucks my cock because she wants to; other girls sucked it because they thought I wanted them to, and there is quite a difference. I liked the way Brooke sucked my cock.

After doing this for a good fifteen minutes, Brooke started licking her way back up my torso and brought her mouth to mine again, and drove her tongue inside. I sucked on her tongue, while dropping my hands to her ass and massaging her cheeks.

Brooke raised up on her pelvis and brushed her pussy against my erection. I loved how it felt when she did that. She reached underneath herself, put her hand around my hard cock, and brought it to the entrance to her sex and lowered back down on my cock, which entered her all the way. I was learning that Brooke liked to be in control when we were having sex. I didn't notice this at first, but the more we make love, the more I sense that she likes to be in control. She shows this by taking the initiative most of the time, by climbing on top whenever she can, and by switching positions. Like this morning. I'd never done the sixty-nine position, and it was Brooke who moved us around into that position. I mean, hell, I'm not complaining at all, just pointing this out. She also likes me to eat her out, I can tell. When we start to have sex, she usually gets into a position where she's on her back with her beautiful legs spread apart, showing me that beautiful pussy. She knows that once I see it I want to go down on it, so she makes sure I see it. I'm sure that before we're finished fucking this evening, there will be an opportunity for me to eat her out. I just know there will.

Brooke continued gyrating her hips against my crotch, pressing down, taking me all the way, and then raising up, until I almost pop out, and then lowering herself back down on my cock. She likes to be in control of the position and the speed, and thats all right with me.

Brooke remained on top the whole time until she reached orgasm, which come on suddenly, violently, and loudly. With shouts of "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I could feel Brooke slow down, letting my cock bottom out and remain there while the walls of her pussy contracted around my hardness. I lost it when I got a look at her face. She had raised her head, but her eyes were closed as she shouted through her "fuck me" contorted face. It was the sexiest look ever, and that, along with the sight of her beautiful tits and body hanging over me, caused me to ejaculate violently into her. I started bucking my hips beneath her and into her as I came. After I shot my loads into her, I grabbed her cheeks and pulled her crotch tight against mine.

"That was great, Steven. I mean, I love you and all, but the fact that you're such a good fuck is an added bonus. God, you fuck well, brother."

"You're a good fuck yourself, sis. I could stay in bed and fuck you all day long."

"We'll have to do that one day. Just stay in bed and fuck all day long. I think I'd like that; but before that, you have some more work to do."

After saying that, Brooke leaned back and brought her pussy to my mouth and pressed down, causing her pussy lips to smear my juice and her's all over my mouth. I held Brooke by the hips as I licked away at her pussy, enjoying the taste of our combined juices. Brooke is the only girl I've ever eaten out after we'd had sex. I never thought I'd enjoy doing this, but, hell, I think I'd do anything with Brooke. God I love her.

Brooke started getting off as I tongue fucked her and cleaned her out. She started pressing her pussy hard against my mouth, telling me to keep licking her. With our juices running down the side of my face, I continued licking her pussy as she started gyrating faster and faster on my face and particularly my tongue, buried deep within her pussy.

"Oh Christ, Steven, I'm gonna fucking cum again! I'm fucking cumming again!" She wasn't lying either, just as she finished saying that, a flood of her juices filled my mouth. Brooke was panting breathlessly by this point.

"I've never done that, cum twice so close together! God that was awesome. You have a nice cock and tongue, brother! I wish I'd discovered that years ago!"

"Yeah, we sure wasted a lot of time hating each other! I'm sure glad we got over that."

"Yeah, me too. What do you think about a shower, now, bro?" Brooke asked.

"I think we both need one."

We got off the bed and walked into the bathroom together. Brooke leaned over and started the water.

"God, that must have been some wild sex, sis, you have a bruise on your right thigh, just below your ass," I said, noticing the bruise, which was about the size of a large egg.

"Really? Where?"

I walked over and placed my hand on the bruise and said, "Right here. Do you feel it?"

"No, I don't feel anything. Maybe I bumped into something while we were setting up the apartment today, I don't know what its from."

"Well, I'm sorry if I caused it, but I don't think so."

"No problem, it'll go away in a few days."

Brooke and I got into the shower and washed each other off.

"I think I like cleaning up almost as much as the sex," I shared with her. "I love washing you and running my hands all over your body."

"You can wash me as much as you want to," Brooke said while I washed her front. When I got to her neck, Brooke reached out and grabbed my left hand and was just staring at it.

"What?" I asked.

"We need to go to a jeweler tomorrow. You need a ring on that finger! I don't want any of the girls around here thinking that you're a free man!"

"I never thought of that. I guess I should have a ring if you're wearing one. We'll take care of that before we go to the park tomorrow. I like the idea of wearing a wedding ring."

"And you better never take it off, either."

"Even when we go home?"

"Yes, even when we go home. I never want that ring off your finger."

"So, are you ready to explain our relationship to mom and dad?"

"No, but I still don't want the ring to ever come off once I put it on your finger, and I'm doing that in the morning; and you better not take it off around Amanda, either!"

"Brooke, you don't have to worry about that. Like I already told you, I have absolutely no attraction to Amanda; plus, it wasn't my idea to invite her over for dinner tomorrow night, either."

"I know, I just feel sorry for her. I don't think she has many friends, and I feel like we should have her over some, that's all."

"Well, to be honest, I'm not excited about the thought of her hanging around here all the time."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I don't want her hanging around here all the time either; but I did ask her over tomorrow night, so I can't go back on that. We'll see how things go."

We got out of the shower and dried each other off, and then Brooke got our robes out of the bathroom closet and we put them on. 

"Leave it open in the front, Steven," Brooke suggested.

"I will if you will. I love to look at your hot body, sis."

We left our robes open and walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch together. We didn't turn on the TV or do anything other than look at each other for a few minutes.

"This really is awesome, Brooke," I shared, "us living together, I mean."

"Yea, it is. I never would have thought things would work out like this when we made our first trip up here. How long had you wanted to do something with me like that?" Brooke asked. 

"For the past couple of years, anyway. I got really jealous when you would go out, especially if it was with someone I knew," I told her. "I was jealous that it wasn't me you were spending time with. I think I've been in love with you, you know, more than like brother and sister, for at least a couple of years."




Brooke Ch. 06



"That's so sweet. I had a crush on you for about that some amount of time, but Christ, Steven, you were so fucking mean to me!"

"Yeah, I was, but that was because you wouldn't pay any attention to me, that's all. I guess we both loved each other and wanted something to come out of it, but neither of us was willing to take that first step."

"That is, until you brought me up here. Did you really want to, or did mom force you to?"

"I let on like she was forcing me, and that I didn't want to, but to tell you the truth, when mom told me that I had to take you to tryouts, I went up to my room and started beating off just thinking about it."

"Really? You went to your room and started beating off?"

"Oh yea, and that wasn't the first time I'd beat off thinking about you, Brooke. That happened many times over the past couple of years. Every time I beat off I was thinking about you."

"Who were you thinking of when you dated? Me, or the girl you were with?"

"Honestly, when I dated one of your friends, I was thinking of you."

"Even when you fucked her in the ass?"

I laughed at that, and replied, "Yes, even when I fucked her in the ass, I was thinking of you. I knew she told you about that, and I think the reason she did was to make you jealous!"

"She did, too! I not only got jealous, I got myself fucked in the ass too!"

"You what?"

"I got your friend Jerry to fuck me in the ass after a football game. I was so angry about you doing it with my friend that I let Jerry take me home after a game, and on the way home I had him pull off the road onto that deserted road and started making out with him. He wanted to fuck me, but I wasn't on the pill then, so I told him he could fuck me in the ass if he wanted to, and he did. He asked me to suck him off to get him hard, so I did, but that didn't take too long. The bad thing, though, I didn't get his cock very wet, and when he got my clothes off, he just fucking rammed that thing in my ass and it hurt like fucking hell."

"That's why you told me to take it slowly when I fucked you in the ass then?"

"Yeah, I still remember how bad it hurt when he just rammed his cock in me. It's a good thing he has such a small cock!"

That comment made me laugh. Guys always like to hear that their friend's have smaller cocks than theirs.

"With you, Steven, its different. I can tell that you care for me, and you like to give me pleasure. Sometimes I feel like I'm taking advantage of you or something."

"You don't ever have to feel like that, Brooke, I love making love with you. God I do!"

"How many girls have you made love to?"

"Is this true confession time or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Fuck, I told you about Jerry. You can tell me a few things."

"Well, I want you to know that I'm perfectly happy with you and the way things are between us, Brooke. I've screwed around some, but that is over. It's only you and me from now on."

"I know that, and feel the same way; but I'd still like to know what all you've done."

"Well, there really isn't that much to tell. I've had sex with four girls, two of them were on your f'ockey team, and I'm sure you knew about both of those times."

"Yeah, I knew about them. Who else have you been with?"

"There was a girl at school, the community college, named Trish. She was Asian, or maybe Polynesian or something. She would always hang out with me at the lunch room between classes. She shared an apartment near the school with a friend, and one afternoon she invited me over after a class we had together. I went over, and we, sorta, did it."

"What did you do?"

"Well, as soon as we got inside the apartment, she was all over me, kissing me and all. Then the clothes started coming off, and before I knew what was happening, the two of us were on her bed fucking hard. I had to bareback her, too, as I didn't have any condoms with me. After that I always carried one with me, but fuck, I never needed one after that. Anyway, we were fucking away and her roommate came home, and she decided to join us."

"So, you fucked both of them?"

"No! Her roommate undressed and got into the bed with us, which didn't bother me, but I soon found out that it really pleased Trish. She and her roomy started kissing and all kinds of shit. I watched for a couple of minutes, and then excused myself. Trish tried to get me to come again, but I told her I wasn't into that shit. After that she never ate with me at lunch again, which was OK with me."

"That's so funny!"

"I didn't think so at the time, but I guess it is now. You ever do anything like that with any of your friends?"

"No, but I've had the opportunity if I wanted to. Three or four of the girls on the f'ockey team are lesbians, and one of them hit on me several times, but I didn't want anything to do with that either. One of the girls on St. Mary's team hit on me when I came up for tryouts. She said that a few of the players were getting together at her house the night of the frat party. She put her hand on my shoulder and said, 'we're not really that much into guys, if you know what I mean.' Hell, I knew what she meant and was sure I was going to the party with you after that!"

"That's funny. Which one was it?"

"Julie. I'll point her out to you when practices start up."

"Brooke, I was sure but the way you sucked me and the way you were when we were making love that you'd had some experience, and I admit that I have as well, but I promise you, sex with you is the sweetest I've ever had, and it's all I'll ever want. I love you so much."

After saying that, I leaned into Brooke and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and she kissed back.

"Steven, I'm really tired, how about we go on to bed?"

"That sounds good to me," I replied, standing up and taking her by the hand and leading her into the bedroom.

When we got to the bedroom, I turned off the light. The light coming in from the window gracefully illuminated Brook's body as I slid the robe off her shoulders. The light highlighted her pert nipples, which I reached out and gently caressed. I dropped my robe and pulled her into me, kissed her on the forehead, the cheek, and then her lips.

"Brooke, I love you so much. The past is the past, and now we begin building our future together. I love you, sis."

"I love you, too, bro."

The two of us climbed into the bed and held each other tight as we fell asleep.

I awoke the following morning around 6:00. Brooke was still sound asleep beside me, and I didn't want to disturb her, so after giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, I crawled out of the bed, put on my robe, and after a short trip to the bathroom, I went on into the kitchen to begin making the lasagna for tonight's dinner. I liked to make my own lasagna noodles so it would take a little time, but not too much. I already had all the other ingredients in the refrigerator, so I got them out and went to work. I turned on the TV to catch up on world events as I prepared the lasagna. It only took about an hour to get it all ready, so I covered it and placed it in the refrigerator. That way all I needed to do was get it out tonight when Amanda came over and cook it.

I watched TV for a while and then decided to go get Brooke up. It we about 7:30. I went into the bedroom and softly asked Brooke if she wanted anything for breakfast.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"It's about 7:30."

"How long have you been up?"

"I got up about 6:00. I wanted to get the lasagna ready before we left, and its finished. I'm ready to fix breakfast if you'd like some."

"Sure, that sounds great. How about bacon and eggs, scrambled?"

"Coming right up," I replied. "Do you want to come out to the kitchen, or do you want breakfast in bed?" 

"You're so sweet to offer that, but I think I'll come out to the kitchen. Just call me when its ready."

"No problem. It'll only be about ten minutes."

I left the bedroom and went back to the kitchen and fixed bacon and scrambled eggs for us, along with some OJ and an English muffin for each of us. I was right, it only took about ten minutes.

"Brooke, your breakfast is ready! Come and get it!"

"OK," was her reply.

I set the food on the table, and Brooke came out of the bedroom, not bothering to dress for breakfast.

"I really like the freedom to roam around the house in the nude, Steven. We did say that once we had our own place we were going to be nude all the time, remember?"

"Sure do, and it still sounds like a good idea to me," I replied as I shed the robe I was wearing. 

"Yeah, I like you better that way," Brooke said as I tossed the robe onto a chair.

"I like you better that way too!" I replied.

Brooke and I chowed down on the breakfast and talked about the day.

"What time is Amanda coming over this evening?" I asked her.

"I think I told her around 5:30 or 6. I'll send her a text later to remind her."

"That should give us plenty of time. You wanted to go by the jewelry store and then we'll have plenty of time to go for a hike in the park, if you still want to do that,' I said.

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. Are you still going to pack a picnic lunch for us?"

"Yeah, I'll do that now, and then we can get dressed and head down to the town center."

I got up to clear the table, and Brooke helped. We took the dishes all over to the sink and I rinsed them and put the dishes and silverware in the dish washer. I cleaned off the table, and got out some things for our lunch. I thought I'd make a couple sandwiches and throw in some snacks, which shouldn't take long.

"When you finish packing lunch, why don't you come back in the bedroom for a while," Brooke said with a seductive look on her face.

"You can count on that!" I said to her as I started getting things out for the sandwiches.

It didn't take long to pack lunch, especially knowing what was waiting for me in the bedroom when I finished. Talk about incentive!

I put the food away and walked into the bedroom, and found Brooke waiting for me, lying on the bed with her legs spread slightly.

"Come on up, big boy," Brooke said to me as I entered the room.

I crawled onto the bed, and onto Brooke, pressing my body against hers and kissing her. 

"I wanted you earlier, but I didn't want to wake you," I said to her.

"Steven, you can wake me any time night or day for sex. That's one thing that's worth getting up for!"

"Umm, I like the way you think!" I said as I continued kissing my sister-bride. "How would you like it this morning?"

"Well, if I had my choice, I'd ask you to eat me out for a while, and then fuck the living shit out of me!"

"Sounds good to me," I replied as I kissed her again and then started licking my way down her front side. Brooke hand't showered yet this morning, so her skin had a slightly salty taste to it, which turned me on. I licked her neck, her chest, and then her tits. While doing this I was moving down lower on her body, and could feel the head of my cock brushing against her pussy lips. I was tempted to go ahead and fuck her right then, but decided not to, focusing more on her pleasure than mine at the moment. I did ask her how she wanted it and all.

I focused my attention to Brooke's tits, taking them into my hands while licking the nipples with my tongue, swirling my tongue around them to get them really wet, and then rubbing them between my fingers. Brooke started moaning softly as I worked on her tits. I kissed and sucked each one for a few minutes before crawling back to kiss her again. I slid my tongue into Brooke's mouth and tasted her sweetness. Brooke started sucking on my tongue, drawing it deeper into her wet mouth. I could feel my cock hardening against Brooke's soft skin as I moved my hips up and down against her.

"Oh god, Steven. Forget about eating me, I want your hard cock in me now!"

"Really? I know you like to eat you out, and I was getting there."

"Yes, really. Christ, I'm so fucking horny for your hard cock right now, I just want you to go ahead and fuck me. Please fuck me, Steven."

I reached down and slid my fingers into her pussy to get her ready, but Brooke was right, she was ready. She was already dripping wet, so I brought my fingers out of her cunt and used her juices to lube my cock, and gently slid into her. I had the feeling of intense pleasure as I slid into my sister, with her warm, wet pussy surrounding my cock. I wanted to take it slow, but couldn't. Something got into me, and all I wanted to do was fuck her hard, so I started ramming my cock into my sister's pussy. I usually take my time with her, but I lost it this morning.

"Oh god, that feels great. Keep fucking me, Steven. Oh god, yes."

I pushed my arms our straight to the bed so I could lift myself off Brooke slightly. I wanted to look down at her body as I fucked her. I could see my cock driving in and out of her, and that further stimulated me. It looked so fucking cool fucking her.

"That's a beautiful sight, watching my cock thrust in and out of you, Brooke. God, that looks so fucking awesome. Every time I do this I think the same thing. 'I can't believe I'm fucking my sister.'"

"You're not fucking your sister anymore, Steven, you're fucking your wife, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, but my wife was my sister before I married her, and I kinda like the idea of fucking my sister too."

"Whatever. God it feels good, though."

I continued fucking her hard. I loved watching my cock pump in and out of her, and loved watching her tits bounce with each thrust. I love looking at Brooke's body, especially when we're having sex.

Brooke reached down and grabbed both my ass cheeks with her hands and pulled me hard against her, causing me to bottom out inside of her before I pulled back out partway, and then plunged back into her. God, this felt wonderful.

We continued fucking for fifteen to twenty minutes, staying in the missionary position the entire time, until I started to orgasm.

"God, Brooke, I'm gonna cum,"

"Cum inside of me, Steven. O god, cum inside of me."

It only took another couple of minutes until I came inside my sister. She said that she could feel my sperm squirting inside of her, and that caused her to orgasm. Brooke doesn't do anything half way or quietly, and that goes for her orgasms as well. When she has one, there is no doubt about it.

"Oh god yes, yes, yes," Brooke shouted as she shook beneath me. She continued shouting for a good couple of minutes. I didn't know an orgasm could last that long, but it sure as fuck did for Brooke. 

I emptied my load inside of my sister, and then collapsed on the bed beside her, and pulled her over on her side so that she was facing me.

"You are one good fuck, sis," I said to her.

"You're a good fuck, too, bro!"

I kissed her twice on the lips before speaking.

"Brooke, you have made me so very happy. You are the most beautiful and wonderful person I've ever known. I love you, sis."

"I love you, too Steven."

"How about a shower before we head downtown?"

We got out of the bed and walked into the bedroom and showered, each washing the other like every other time we've showered. After we dried each other off, we went to the bedroom to dress for the day.

"I'm just wearing shorts and a T-shirt," Brooke announced.

"You wearing your hiking boots?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. Do you think I need to wear a bra?" she asked.

"You don't need to wear one for my sake," I said.

"It wont bother you if I don't? We may pass others on the hiking trail, and I'm sure my nips will show."

"Brooke, it wont bother me in the least. I'm proud to be married to you. You wear what you want. You've got it, so flaunt it!"

Brooke laughed when I said that, but I noticed that she didn't wear a bra under her T-shirt either. She slipped on a tiny white thong and her short white shorts. She looked cute dressed like that with her hiking boots and socks.

"You look like you're ready to tackle the hiking trail," I said to her.

"I am! Let's get started!"

We gathered our things and headed out to the car.

"Do you still want to go to the jewelry store first?" I asked.

"Absolutely," Brooke replied.

We headed to the Town Center, which wasn't far from the apartment. I knew that they had a jewelry store there. Once we got there, we managed to park in front of the store, and went inside.

"How can I help you?" the young girl working behind the counter asked.

"Were looking for a man's wedding band. Nothing fancy but something in white gold to match my rings," Brooke replied.

"We have several over here," the worker replied as she motioned us to the other end of the counter. Brooke and I looked at several of the rings. The girl set out three or four trays of rings for us to inspect. Brooke liked one that was very simple, with an intricate design that you could barely see unless you looked close.

"How about this one, Steven?" Brooke asked.

"I like it."

The girl at the counter took the ring, and then sized my finger. The one we were looking at was way too small, but she said that she may have one in the drawer, which she opened. After looking for only a few seconds, she said, "Here's one in your size. Try it on to see how it looks on your finger."

It slid right on my finger, and I thought it looked great, as did Brooke. 

"We'll take it," Brooke said.

"I'll write it up. Cash or charge?"

"Cash," Brooke said as the girl walked to the desk to get a receipt pad.

Brooke looked at me and said, softly, "Steven, I want you to promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"That you'll never take this ring off. I want you to wear it forever as a sign of our love for each other."

"You don't have to worry about that, Brooke. This ring is never coming off my finger."

Brooke leaned into me and kissed me hard on the lips, while throwing her arms around my neck. We kissed for a couple of minutes, only stopping because the girl returned to take our money. I reached into my pocked for my wallet, when Brooke stopped me.

"I'm buying this. I brought some money along with me to get it."

Brooke took out a wad of cash and paid for the ring. The girl wrote up our receipt and gave me a box for the ring, which she put in a small bag.

"Do you feel more married now?" Brooke asked. 

"Yeah, I really do," I replied, "and this ring will NEVER come off my finger, I promise."

"Good."

We walked out of the store, got into the car, and headed to the state park, which was about an hour drive away, if that long. Brooke slept most of the way, but it only took us about forty-five minutes to get there. Once we arrived, I drove around to find the entrance to the one hiking trail I read about. It is in a more isolated part of the park, and not as heavily used by the public as the main hiking trails. It goes back in the woods a ways, and then runs along the river before coming back to the main road. I had heard some kids talking about it at the community college. They'd take their dates there on Saturday afternoons, and even then they found it to be quite isolated. They liked it for the privacy, and I thought that would be good, too.

After I found the right hiking trail, I pulled into the lot and parked the car. I had to shake Brooke to wake her from her sound sleep. We got out of the car and I got the back pack I filled with food. I also included a blanket to spread out on the ground so we'd have something to eat on.

"How do you know about this place?" Brooke asked.

"I heard some kids at school talking about it last year at school. They said it's a good trail, quite secluded, and goes along a river after you hike back a ways. I thought you'd like it."

"Sounds great."

We started hiking back into the woods and walked about fifteen minutes before Brooke asked if we could stop for a short rest. We sat down on a log, and I asked her if she was OK. She looked a little pale.