2 comments/ 11668 views/ 11 favorites Stalking Sam By: MegaLethalBean Katy's heart sank as she clicked refresh to find no new messages. It had been three weeks now and he still hadn't replied to her; she felt like such a fool. She had been drunk when she posted her dating ad online, she had been single for a year now and was starting to get desperate. Katy was surprised by the amount of responses to her ad but soon realised the majority were from complete and utter weirdos. A few stood out and she enjoyed chatting to them but they soon lost interest. Sam was different. He was intelligent with a good sense of humour and she soon started to look forward to his messages. He had been talking to her for a few weeks when she got the message she'd been hoping for, he wanted to meet her. She was sick with excitement as she replied back, laying out her availability over the next few weeks so fast she made a typo in every word. She read it over and over again before she sent it, waiting a few hours so she didn't look too eager, and then nothing. Every lunchtime Katy would stroll to the newsagents and scan the headlines in the local paper, she had to know, was he dead, was he injured? She never saw his name and she never saw his face. It had been months now and she still looked. She was starting to get a little obsessed. She was the last one in the office on New Year's Eve, her manager had insisted they didn't close early and one person needed to be there to man the phone until 5pm. The short straw fell on Katy. By 3pm everyone had left and it was just her and security. A funny thought passed though her head, she could use the photocopier to print the picture Sam sent her. She had just clicked print when Jeff came through, "I'm not keeping the heating on for just the two of us, we're off home, NOW." "But Wendy says I've got to stay til 5," Katy pleaded. "Computer off, bag packed, these doors lock in 10 minutes," he was looking serious. "Haven't you got a family to go home to?" Katy grimaced and started to pack up. Before stuffing the A4 picture of Sam in an envelope she looked at his cold eyes and cheeky smile. He was more handsome in print and his face stayed etched in her memory. "Bye Jeff," she called back as she walked across the dark car park rummaging through her bag for her keys. "SHIT," she screamed as she turned to run back to the door. All she could see that dark winter evening were the lights on Jeff's car as he pulled out of the top entrance to the car park. She'd not made any proper plans for tonight and now she had left her phone in her desk. Katy solemnly walked over to her car and got in, she slammed it in to reverse and raced out of the car park, "What a way to start the New Year." She was half way home when she hit a pot hole and heard the tyre go. Pulling off slowly in to the next road she paused briefly to look at the street sign, "Not Sea View Road, anywhere but Sea View Road," that was where Sam said he lived; her heart raced. She pulled the car up as near to the end of the road as she could and got out to assess the damage. It wasn't just the tyre, the whole wheel was buckled. Pulling the hood up on her coat against the biting cold she walked to the nearest shop and told them her story of woe. The nice lady in the shop made Katy a cup of tea and let her sit in the back room while she waited for the recovery truck. She was pleased she didn't have to sit in her car in case she saw Sam, especially with an A4 glossy print of him sat in an envelope on the passenger seat. At 10 past seven when the recovery man called she walked out to her car, it had started to snow so he quickly ushered her in to the warm cab of his truck. A small crowd had started to form around the orange flashing lights as the broken Jag was hauled on to the back. Katy heard a two men chatting quite loudly near to her, she kept taking a peek but they were looking at the car and not her. "Did you see her?" the tall one slurred. "Stupid blonde thing in heels." "Nah, not really, just a quick glance, probably an air head rich bitch that hit a kerb," his friend laughed back. Katy's blood boiled. She hated that car, her Dad had bought it so she couldn't be rude but she'd have been much happier in something less flashy. She stayed hood up looking forward, "What a pair of twats." "What was that luv?" Katy jumped as she saw the recovery guy climbing in to cab next to her. "Oh nothing, it's just an awful night for me," she said trying to feign a smile. As he reversed out of the road she got a glimpse of the two men that had been chatting. The one that called her a rich bitch was Sam. He turned back having seen all the action and stubbed his cigarette out on the brass house number. Number 42, she knew where he lived. Sam didn't spend much time looking at the girl in the recovery truck, he had only got a glimpse of her face under that hood. It had been a tough few months for him and the party he was throwing was hopefully going to be the start of a good year. He had inherited his Father's take-away packing company a few years before and having never paid any attention to polystyrene trays and suchlike he was at a loss as to what to do. He had always trusted his Father's friend and factory manager Ian, so when profits started going down he never expected his right hand man to be stealing from him. It had been a good summer for him, he had been chatting to a few girls which had made it better in his eyes, but when he found out what had been going on with Ian everything else went out the window. He had been working long days and weekends to get himself out of this mess and then finally the week before before Christmas his luck had come in, a huge deal with a multi-national chain of restaurants. New Year's Eve was on him, everybody was invited and he was going to have the best party ever. Katy walked in to her cold house and immediately went upstairs to change in to her pyjamas. Her broken car was on the drive, she was in the middle of nowhere and she didn't have her phone. She sat on the sofa eating ice cream just staring at his picture. "Why did he just ignore me?" she sobbed. Her mind played it over and over again, it wasn't fair, why was her day so miserable when he was so happy? She switched on her computer, typed his address in to the search bar and watched as the picture of his house showed up. She gazed at the small semi-detached house drawing in everything she could gather about him. The most useful thing she noticed was the orange Focus ST on the drive, the same one she remembered from earlier in the night. She kept searching and soon came across a planning application to remove two trees and build a garage at Sam's address. She clicked on the link and soon his full name came up in big letters, Sam Burrell. It was gone midnight now and Katy hadn't even noticed. She kept looking for anything she could find, she eventually found him on Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn. "Bingo Sam, I've got you," she said with an evil glint in her eye. Soon she knew where he'd gone to school, where he worked and thanks to his slack privacy settings what he was doing most of the time. Katy stood up and got a fresh notebook out of the cupboard, she stuck Sam's picture to the front and in her neatest handwriting wrote down all the facts she'd learnt. She was hurt he seemed so happy in every picture when she had been so lonely. There were so many pictures with friends and especially girls; she thought he must have a wonderful life. She never stopped to consider that he'd been making a conscious effort to seem upbeat, his Mum could never know that there was a chance that the business might fold. Over the next few weeks she made an effort to drive past his road and keep an eye out for his car. He must have worked later than her because it was always there in the morning and never there on the way home. Sometimes she would make excuses to drive past later on, she liked to know when he was home. If it was late at night and his car wasn't there she would feel pangs of jealousy, imagining him in romantic trysts and not the reality of him sat at his desk trying to think of the next big thing in paper cup design. She called his office once, managing to blag being put through to him. His voice wasn't quite what she was expecting and after he had said hello twice she hung up; she had no idea what to say. One sunny afternoon she decided to stop and walk past his house, it was only 5pm and he wouldn't be back for hours. As she got to the driveway she felt something possess her to walk down. The front door was at the side of the house and the large kitchen window was next to it. As she peered in she heard the voice of an elderly lady behind her, "He's not home yet my dear, out funny hours that boy." Katy tried not to look upset, Oh, that's odd," she found herself saying as she desperately looked around for an excuse to be there. She spotted the two large oak trees mentioned in the planning application and exclaimed, "I had an appointment with Sam to assess the trees." "I remember him saying he needed them cutting down but it's just typical of him not to be here when you call," she turned to go back in the house, "Oh well, shout if you need anything love." Katy was glad that she had gone but thought she best take a quick look around the trees so she didn't look suspicious. She decided any less than 10 minutes would look odd so she gave each tree a thorough inspection. As she was about to leave she heard a car reversing on to the drive. She quickly ran behind the shed at the bottom of the garden and stayed put. She was nervous the old lady might come out but she heard the slam of the car door and the turn of the key in the front door in quick succession. She sat on half a bag of soil that had been abandoned behind the shed and played on her phone until the safety of darkness. As darkness fell she ventured from her hiding place, the back of the house had large patio doors and not being overlooked Sam never closed the curtains. She moved closer to the house and crouched behind a bush just beyond the patio. She could see him now; he didn't look happy. She watched as he walked through to the living room with a beer in his hand, it wasn't his first as there was a small pile forming next to his armchair. He was still in his work clothes, Katy liked a well dressed man but Sam looked a state with his messed up hair and half unbuttoned shirt. He was staring at the TV in front of him, Katy couldn't see what he was on the screen just the cold glow in the dimly lit room. She kept watching him through the window as he attempted to pour the last of the can in to his mouth. He missed completely leaving a large wet patch on his shirt, quickly undoing the rest of the buttons he threw the shirt violently in to the corner of the room and walked out. It was cold kneeling on the damp grass and Katy started to rub her thighs under her skirt to keep warm. Sam was out of the room for some time; Katy knew she should probably leave now while she had the chance but something kept her rooted there, hoping that he would walk back in but most of all hoping that he would take more clothes off if he did. "FFS," she surprised herself by saying it out loud as he came back shirt still off and sat back down. Sam glanced over at the window that had been left ajar, he was sure he had heard something but quickly went back to watching the television. Katy felt sick. Questions kept running through her head, what am I doing here? Why am I staring at a half naked man in his living room? Her head was screaming at her to run away but the warm feeling between her legs kept her watching intently. She gasped as she moved her hand a little higher up her thigh than she expected. Before she thought better of it she slipped her fingers into the seam of her knickers, eyes closed she imagined Sam taking her in his arms and covering her in kisses. It almost felt like he was there, whispering softly in her ear that he wanted to make love to her before taking her by the hand and leading her to his bed. She was dripping wet and her fingers were running eagerly over her clit. As she came Katy couldn't help but moan, she stayed kneeling there eyes closed with her hand clasped to her mouth to ease her heavy breathing. Sam had definitely heard something this time. Katy didn't hear him slide open the patio door over the sound of her heart thumping in her chest. The feeling of shame had started to kick in. She knew she had to go now, she opened her eyes but it was pitch black. She looked over at the house, all the lights were off. She could leave without being seen and the feeling of relief washed over her. Her legs were still weak as she started to stand up, she didn't make it too far before she felt a hand push her back down. "What the fuck do you think you're doing in my garden?" Sam spoke quietly but with force. Katy was dumb; she had no excuse. What was she doing in his garden? She stayed laying on the long grass where she fell looking up at the feint shadow above her. "Answer me," he said more annoyed this time. Katy still couldn't speak, she had no idea how to explain herself. She didn't see him move but he winded her as he pushed his full weight on top of her. She struggled against him but there was no hope, he was stronger than her and pinned her wrists hard to the floor. She could smell the alcohol on his breath as he spoke only inches from her face, "Tell me what the fuck you think you're doing here?" "Errr..." Katy tried to speak through the tears, "you never replied to my message." Suddenly it dawned on Sam who he was talking to in the dark, he'd been chatting to some girl online ages ago. She wasn't very pretty but her self esteem seemed low enough that he thought she'd probably be up for sex on a first date. "That still doesn't explain your little show in my garden," he leaned in closer this time and she could feel his lips brush against hers. "I'm so so sorry," she sobbed harder. Fearing her cries would wake the neighbours Sam pulled her to her feet and with one hand over her mouth and one holding her wrists behind her back marched her towards the house. As they neared the door he pulled her in close to him, "Don't you dare scream or I'll make this even harder for you." He took his hand from her mouth as he opened the door and Katy managed to take a deep breath. As they went in he locked the door behind them, "Stay there and don't move," he said freeing her and walking out of the room with the key. Katy was far too scared to do anything and so she stayed stood on the spot in the dark where he'd left her. He was gone a few minutes before he came back in carrying a dining chair. Katy's eyes burned as he switched the light on above her head. "Strip and then sit," he said putting the chair down beside her. Katy hesitated, this wasn't how she wanted it to go. "So, you'll wank in the bushes but you're too scared to strip for me," Sam laughed as Katy stood there biting her lip feeling lost. She had looked so smart this morning in her kilt and over-knee socks but now she was covered in grass stains and her hair was messy from when he pinned her down. She slowly moved to unbutton her blouse but then after only one button she had second thoughts. "I really am sorry, please don't make me do this," Katy looked at him with her big blue eyes. Sam was losing patience with her now, "Just get on with it." She dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor but desperately tried to keep as much of herself covered up with her arms as she could. He walked over to her, pushing her arms out of the way and roughly undoing her bra, she tried to make it as awkward for him as possible but he managed it with ease. "Please don't hurt me," she said in a weak voice. "I'm not going to hurt you because you are going to be a good girl and do as you're told," he pushed her back down on to the chair and turned on the television. He switched channels and Katy could see the CCTV pictures of the garden, as Sam pressed rewind she knew what would be coming up. There she was on screen, kneeling on his lawn with her hand in her knickers. "You're going to do as you're told, because if you don't I will make sure that everyone you care about sees that video," Sam said with a smile. He didn't give her much of an opportunity to respond before fishing his 8" cock from his trousers. Katy just stared at it. He was he stroking it only inches from her face. Sam looked down at her and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he gently rested his other hand on the back of her head. Katy opened her mouth to speak, quickly trying to think of anything she could say to get her out of this but nothing came out. With a wicked smile on his face he pushed two fingers in to her mouth and said "You're mine now." His grip tightened as he pulled her mouth open to meet the head of his cock. Katy felt her head jerk as his curled his fingers through her hair. He had secured his hold and forced himself in. Katy tried to speak but it came out mumbled, his thick hard cock leaving her dumb. He took her desperation to protest as a cue to force himself deeper into her mouth and she could taste the trail of pre-cum as his head pushed further down her tongue. Her cries were turning to grunts as she struggled against him. "If I had known you were this easy I would have tried this months ago," his voice faltered towards the end as she gave in and started to suck. She thought how she could tell him later it made it easier to breathe but deep down she knew it was because she needed to. Sam pulled her hair tighter as he forced her head back and forward, Katy hungrily tried to take in as much of him as possible. She was stuck to his rhythm now, the hand in her hair had become a part of her. She felt a shock of pain as he abruptly stopped his thrusting, her hair ripping as she strained forward to meet him. "I knew you were enjoying it," he said slowly sliding his cock from her mouth and pulling her face up to look him in the eye. "I never wanted it to happen like this," Katy shouted back at him. "Shhhhhhh..." he pressed his free hand to her mouth. "I liked you much better when you were quiet." His hand moved over Katy's mouth and he once again forced her jaw wide open. This time he didn't ease in quite so slowly, she gagged as he thrust his full length back in to her mouth. Her pussy throbbed as he began to fuck her face with more determination. She could tell he was getting closer, his rhythm remained forceful but she could hear him start to moan. Her tongue was slick with his salty taste and she needed him to give her his full load. He never gave her the chance. He let go of her hair and pushed her back on the chair, his one free hand pumping his swollen member. With a sharp intake of breath he shot beads of cum all over her face. He stayed there pinning her down until he had caught his breath. A smile spread across his face as he admired the mess he had made. Sam reached for his phone on the table and took a picture, "Another one for the collection". He ran his fingers across her face spreading his trail of cum to her lips. She instinctively shot out her tongue out ready to lick up every last bit when she realised what she was doing and stopped. "Carry on being a good girl and nobody will ever have to know about your little night time indiscretions," he said holding his fingers out for her. She didn't hesitate this time. Sam pulled her to her feet and dragged her upstairs much less romantically that he had in her fantasy earlier. He pushed Katy down on the bed, wrenching her legs apart he laughed, "I should take a picture of this as well". She could feel her cold wet knickers against her skin, it was clear to see on the thin white cotton panties how wet having his cock in her mouth had made her. Her breathing was heavy as he slowly removed her socks and tied her wrists to the bed with them. Stalking Sam "I want you to beg me to fuck you," he said gently tracing down her slit, pressing her wet knickers harder against her. "I don't want this," she said looking him straight in the eye. Sam pulled her legs apart pushing the weight of his body between them. She could feel he was starting to get hard again and her pussy twinged at the proximity to his fat cock. His mouth found her hard nipples. Katy could feel herself starting to get wet again, he'd found her weakness. She wriggled down the bed as much as she could to keep his growing bulge pushing hard between her legs, hoping he would see it as resistance. She moaned as he started to suck harder. He took this as his cue to stop, "Tell me how much you want my dick inside you". "Please let me go now," she begged, she knew she wasn't going to be able to resist much longer. "Be honest. You might be able to lie to me but your knickers can't, you're begging to be fucked." "I don't want this," she sobbed. He brought his face next to her, his breath still smelt of alcohol. "I want you to beg me for it," his lips against hers as he spoke. "I want you to tell me how much you want me." "I don't..." he didn't let her finish as he brought his lips back against hers and kissed her. "I don't want to hear 'don't', alright?" "But I don't wa.." he pressed his fingers to her lips. "I don't want to hear another word until you beg for my cock," he said as his hands found her tits realising it was his best chance at getting her to beg. His touch got rougher as he pinched and squeezed her hard nipples. She squealed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Does it hurt, Sweetie?" he cooed at her. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" She wanted to tell him she didn't care how much it hurt, she wanted him to carry on. "No, I don't want you to kiss it better. I want you to stop," is what she found herself saying back. Sam gently kissed each nipple in turn before slowly leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. Katy struggled with him as he reached her knickers, trying to throw him off course. He sat up freeing her legs for the first time. She tried to kick him; as he moved to avoid her he lost his balance and fell backwards. She lay there with one leg up ready to aim at him again. Katy felt her raised leg come crashing down to the bed with force, wrenching her back and leaving her bum raised in the air. She heard the rip of cotton as he pulled the elastic of her knickers down with force and planted a hard slap across her bare arse. "Owww..." she winced. She hated him for leaving her like this, she was so exposed to him. She felt his hand come down harder this time, she felt her flesh ripple before the sting set in. Her pussy throbbed, she needed some relief soon. He pulled her legs apart, leaving her face down on the bed. The waistband of her knickers dug deep in to her thighs as he exposed her dripping wet cunt. "Are you ready to beg yet?" Sam said as he ran two fingers from her clit to her pussy. "You're so wet. Tell me how much you need this." "Please let me go," she said muffled by her face in the pillows. He clearly heard what she said but he chose to ignore it. Sam freed her legs and Katy turned over fighting for breath. He pushed two fingers inside with ease. Katy moaned loudly. He didn't give her long before he replaced his fingers with his tongue. He was teasing her, never quite reaching her clit. She whimpered as he got close yet again. He stopped and looked up at her, she couldn't look him in the eye. "Look at me," he commanded. As she opened her eyes she saw the same look from the photo, cold eyes with a cheeky smile. Her face screwed up as she closed her eyes again, she remembered New Year's Eve and the picture she'd looked at for months. Her face burned bright red, she regretted wishing he'd message her back. Sam felt a bit mean. She was clearly quite innocent and he hoped he wasn't going too far. He had two options let her go or make her cum. Katy hadn't quite recovered from the fit of shame when Sam thrust his fingers hard inside her and easily found her clit with his tongue. He had been teasing her for hours and within seconds she gave in to him. Sam's fingers glistened in the glow of the bedside lamp as he held them up for her. She knew she couldn't argue now and she almost smiled at him as she licked them clean. Sam knew he had her now, she couldn't resist begging for much longer. He brought his lips to hers, her tongue darted out desperate to meet his and taste herself on him. Katy couldn't hide the look of disappointment on her face as Sam sat up. Katy didn't resist as he spread her legs and positioned himself with his hard cock only just parting her lips. "Is there anything you want to ask me?" She looked at him wide eyed, she didn't want to say it but she needed him to fuck her. She edged slightly down the bed trying to hint at what she wanted. "No..." he moved himself back to his original position. "You ask." "I want you to fuck me," Katy whispered. "NICELY," he stared, his eyes screwing up as the smile dropped from his face. "Please fuck me," her voice cracked as she looked up at him. Sam calmly glanced at his watch before slowing moving the tip to the entrance of her impatiently waiting hole, "Properly, I haven't got all night." Her voice was louder this time, "Please." She gasped as Sam eased the first inch inside her, she was powerless to resist anymore and screamed "Please fuck me," far louder than he was expecting. He was surprised at how tight she was as he thrust his full length inside her, he could see the flash of pain in her face but the little sigh that turned up the corners of her mouth gave away how much she wanted it. It wasn't just Katy that needed it, Sam was starting to get desperate too. His mind was focused on fucking her as hard and deep as he could. He didn't care about the neighbours anymore as the wooden headboard crashed against the wall. He could tell she was about to cum, her pussy clenched around him trying to suck him further in. It wasn't up to her to choose, he was in charge. He stopped leaving himself deep inside her, she pouted and tried to look him in the eye. He smiled but didn't meet her gaze, his eyes fixed on watching her chest rise and fall as her breathing returned to normal. Sam didn't want to leave her too long to recover, he had his own needs and they were far more important. He looked down as his slid his cock all the way out, it was slick with her juices. He heard an impatient sigh from Katy but he had no intention of not finishing the job. He fucked her more slowly this time but with the same intent, hearing little whines when he pushed too far. He could tell she wanted him to pick up the pace, her hips rising to meet him, but this was his time. Katy's eyes closed as Sam started thrusting harder, she hated herself for enjoying it and she couldn't look at him anymore. Her body tensed as he came, she could feel his thick throbbing cock fill her up, each shot intensified her orgasm. Katy didn't make a sound this time, she was lost in a daze as Sam collapsed on top of her. Their heavy breathing forming a rhythm, Sam could feel her legs still shaking against him as he watched her fall asleep. When Katy woke up next morning she was alone. Her hands had been untied and the duvet pulled up over her. She was still naked but her clothes were in a pile on the end of the bed. She decided against putting the socks back on as she got dressed, she didn't want to do the walk of shame covered in dirt. She looked in the mirror, her eyes were puffy and there was cum still matted in her hair. She tidied herself up as best she could and walked downstairs. She tried the front door but it was locked. Katy walked back towards the living room to see Sam sat in the same chair he was in the night before reviewing the footage from his cameras. She could see now he had more than the garden covered. "Can I go now?" Katy said sheepishly. Sam stood up and turned to her holding up a few sheets of paper, "You're not the only one that can do a bit of stalking." Katy felt sick as she noticed the picture of her Father on the front. He was a very important man and thought very highly of. She could see the photo of them all stood outside the church, a good Christian family, it would break their hearts if they thought she wasn't a virgin anymore. "I know you've been watching me, I never forget a face and I never forget a car," she winced as he mentioned the car. How could she be so stupid? The bright blue F-Type stuck out like a sore thumb in the small town. "You went too far when you came to my house. I check the cameras at work and there you are peering in my kitchen window. I knew you were there Katy, that's why I came home," he said looking straight in to her eyes as he said her name. Katy stared at him unable to speak, she just wanted to leave now. Sam walked over and handed her her bag and keys. She noticed the car key wasn't there. "You don't follow me, drive past my house or come anywhere near me," he stood over her gripping her wrist, "But, when I call you come over no questions asked." Katy looked sombre but nodded. "Never disobey me or Daddy will get his own copy of your lawn video," there was no cheeky smile now it was definitely wicked. Sam dragged her to the door and let her out. As she took the first step out in to the harsh light of morning he held her back, "I'm borrowing the Jag for now but if you're a good girl you might win it back." As Katy walked the back lanes to her house she thought over and over about the night before. There was only one conclusion she came to, she was definitely going to be a very very good girl from now on. Stalking Sis I have been stalking my sister, Lillian for at least five years. I have been occasionally lucky to find warm, wet panties she carelessly discards. I love the smell of them and the taste of them. Lillian is now 21 years old. I am 19. I have caught glimpses of her nude from time to time as she scampers from the shower to her room. I have been planning a consummation of affairs for a long time. I never gave it a try because I knew that if I was successful and someone found out, they would castigate her. Last week after my birthday party, I put my consummation plan into action. I knew that mom and dad would be gone for a week starting this weekend. I knew that Lillian, a stay at home type, would be home. I carefully plotted my course of action beginning with her nightly shower. Friday night and the parents are gone. I listen closely as Lillian strips and heads for the bathroom. The water comes on. I hear the curtain slide. This is the moment! I remove my clothes and sneak up to the bathroom door. I have cleverly disabled the lock. I slip stealthily inside and tip toe across the floor to the shower stall. Flinging the curtain aside, I leap to the attack. The shower is empty! I rub my disbelieving eyes. I hear the bathroom door shut behind me and the click of the lock engaging. I poke my head out of the stall and there stands Lillian. She is totally nude. "So, Jerry, my little stalker brother, you were going to get me tonight, eh?" she smirks. "I...I...uh, well," I stammer. My once hard cock flops against my thigh. I feel a chill. Suddenly, I'm not all that horny anymore. "Get your wet ass over here now!" she commands. I pad across the floor with my hands over my cock. When I reach her, she smiles and slaps my hands. "Come with me." I follow her down the hall to her bedroom. Once inside, she spins me around. "Did you think I didn't notice you spying on me for the last 5 years? I left those panties out for you to find. I know you licked them. I flashed you several times to maintain your interest. You see, brother dear, I've wanted you to fuck me for longer than you have been stalking me." My cock is coming back to life. It stands hard and proud in front of me like a medieval lance. As I look at it, a drop of precum seeps from the tip. Lillian steps forward and dips her finger into the precum. She slowly raises it to her lips. "Boys aren't the only ones with hormones," she whispers, "now you're gonna have to fuck me all week!" "I love you sis. I've wanted to fuck you for so long but I haven't even tried until now because I didn't want to get you in trouble." She takes my dick in her hand and leads me to the bed. We sit down, side by side and for the first time, I kiss my sister. I had only kissed one other girl so I'm not prepared when her tongue snakes into my mouth. I don't know what else to do so I suck on it eliciting a moan from deep in her throat. My hands go to her tits and I squeeze them. "Take it easy! Those aren't made of leather!" she yelps. "Sorry sis. I'm new at this. Tell me what to do and I'll do it." "I don't have much experience either. In fact, you're gonna get my cherry. I do know how to get started though." I almost stop when I hear she is a virgin. This wasn't the way I thought virgins would act. "Rub my slit with your finger," she moans. I reach between her legs and feel her pussy. It is warm and soft and wet. I rub her slit. She presses her legs around my hand. "Rub it faster!" she cries. I lay her down beside me. Her tongue is in my mouth. I break the kiss. "I wanna lick your pussy." She opens her legs and I kiss her thighs. I suck on the skin between her pussy and her leg. When I lick her slit, she bucks her hips almost dislodging me. "Do my clit! Do my clit!" she wails. I find the hard little bundle of nerves right where the sex ed class said it would be. I suck it between my lips and lick it gently. "OOOhhhhh GGGOddddd!" she screams. I feel the first burst of her first cum hit my chin I release her clit to drink her sweet offering. It tastes so good so I lap as much of it up as I can. "Fuck me brother, please, please fuck me!" she squeaks. I miss the first three stabs at her pussy. Finally she grabs my shaft and guides it into her. What a feeling! I knew it would feel good, but I had no idea it would feel this way. I feel her cherry pop as I slid into her. She grunts a little but she doesn't cry. "Jerry, don't you dare take it out. Put it all the way in me. I want all of you." I slam myself into her wonderful cunt as far as I can. It is the most intense feeling I have ever had. I can't believe my sister is letting me fuck her. She is begging for more. I pump her harder and faster. She is constantly moaning now. "Faster....harder......uh....uh....uh" she squeals to the rhythm of my thrusts. I am starting to get that feeling I get when I jack off. I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum in my sister. She feels the tightening of my balls and the swelling in my cock. She knows I'm about to cum in her. "Do it in me! I want to feel that stuff hit my womb!" I have now reached the point of no return. I plunge as deep as I can into her pussy and freeze as I unload, squirting her full of pent up cum. She is writhing and wiggling on my cock, deep in the throes of her own orgasm. "Leave it in me for a while. I want to enjoy that warm gooey feeling deep within me." I stay in her feeling my cock as it starts to deflate. I feel great! I feel like superman! "I read about this in one of my magazines," she says. "You read about what?" I ask. "I'm going to try a little pussy massage on you and see if I can get you hard again before you fall out." "Okay, go ahead, I'm game for anything." I feel her pussy pulsing around me. She is massaging my cock in her cunt. God, it feels so good! My dick is starting to erect. Who'd a thunk it? "Oh boy, it's hard again," she giggles. "Start fucking." I find that I can fuck her again. I can't believe she got me this hard this fast. Her pussy is super slick from my cum and her cum. It makes a funny, squishy noise as I pound into her. She hasn't stopped massaging my dick. Every time I stroke her she clamps down driving me to heights of insanity. All I want to do is fuck her forever. She is squeezing my balls in her little fist. I feel them retract a little in anticipation of the coming climax. She giggles and squeezes them harder. I feel her cunt contract around my pole. It is pulsing, pulsing, milking me, sucking my cum from my nuts. "OOOhhhh GGGoddd, I'm cumming again!!" she screams and squeezes my ball really hard. It is hard to describe my feelings at this point. I am squirting her full of baby juice and she is milking me for all she is worth. I had never felt pain while cumming before, but I kind of like it. "Give me every last drop!" she orders. "Damn sis, this is the best. I wish I had started years ago." "So do I. But we're not going to let any other opportunities pass us by are we?" "What do you mean sis?" "Well, we still have a lot of time and several other things to explore. I think we should get right to it. I bought some love lube the other day. Do you know what it is for?" "Anal?" I croak. "That's right! As soon as you are able, you'll get another of my cherries! Oh boy, I can hardly wait!" "I've heard that it hurts a lot," I say. "Well, I stuck a carrot in there and it didn't hurt very much. I can't wait to get your cock up my ass!" I roll off of her and kiss her deeply, with feeling. I know I am in love with my sister. Is it wrong? I guess that depends on who is making the judgment. I am feeling her body all over with my hands and rubbing against her at every opportunity. She is purring like a big tabby cat. I feel her hands exploring me too. "Since we have to wait for my equipment to function again, why don't we take a little nap?" I ask her. "Good idea! Spoon me!" I crawl around behind her and let my limp dick flop into her ass crack. I put my arms around her and caress her tits. I am thinking, I should have been sleeping like this for the last 5 years. I am waking up. I can feel her grinding her ass against my woody. As it grows, it rubs across her cunt. I could wake up like this forever! "So you are finally awake," she says. "I have been lying here horny for an hour." "Us sex slaves need our rest. Besides, you can feel that I'm ready to give it to you again." "Okay, let's try anal. If we don't like it, we can always go back to my pussy." She wriggles out of my arms and grabs the lube. She rubs a big gob on my cock and a bigger gob on her ass. "Massage my asshole so it will get ready for you." My hand drops to her virgin asshole and I start rubbing the love lube into her. At first she is so tight I can't get a finger in her but as I continue the massage her little brown pucker spot, it starts to loosen up. Before long, I can pop a finger into her. I start to finger fuck her asshole and as I do, it gets looser and looser. Now, I am driving three fingers into her. She is starting to moan. "I think it is time to try it," I say. "Yes, yes, put that big old cock in my virgin ass!" I mount her from behind and slide my cock gently into her. I am in about an inch. She cries, "Stop. Let me get used to it." I stop for a moment and then start in again. She is tight and hot. I know I won't be able to stop. I shove hard. She screams. "That hurts!" "I'm all the way in now. Let's just rest a minute." "Okay" I reach underneath her and tickle her clit. This seems to perk her up and I feel her back into me. "Are you ready to get ass fucked?" I ask. "Yes, but start slowly. It still hurts but it is getting better." I pull almost all the way out of her and then slowly drive back in. "That feels really good. Do it some more." I am thrusting into her faster and faster, unable to control myself. She is so hot and tight I know I won't last much longer. She is getting into it now. Her pumping action compliments my thrusting and we are hurtling toward mutual orgasm once again. "Aaaaaahhhh! I'm gonna cum again!" she cries. I feel her ass flexing on my cock as I dump my seed into her. I can't let her go. I feel like a dog hung up on a bitch. Finally she lets go of my dick and it flops out between us. "Wow, I never thought I could cum with my ass," she remarks. "I think we should go get cleaned up and have a midnight snack," I tell her. I am following her up the hall to the bathroom. Cum is oozing out of her cunt and her ass, running down both legs. "That feels good," she remarks as we enter the shower. I am diligently trying to finger all the fluid out of her. She produces a douche kit and does a thorough job on both orifices. We dry off and head for my bed room. (Dry sheets) We are sitting on the bed. I am stroking her body, so soft, so warm. She looks at me and says, "Well, I have one cherry left." "I thought we covered everything you've got," I comment. "I've never given a complete, through to the end, juicy cum swallowing blow job," she says in a matter of fact tone. "Would you like a blowjob? Do you want to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it?" "Oh yeah! I've always wanted a blowjob. Are you going to do it now?" "As soon as our cock is ready," she replies. Two minutes pass. She takes my still flaccid cock and sucks it into her mouth. I can feel it start to inflate in the warm cavern. She massages my nuts. I get harder. She never removed her nose from my pubic bone. I am getting hard down her throat! With a slurping sound she pulls her head back and gently kisses the end of our dick. Looking up at me she says, "I'm an amateur at this so let me know if it isn't right." "I've never had a blowjob so I'm pretty sure that everything you do will be just great!" She starts bobbing her head up and down on the pole while squeezing my balls. I can feel the back of her throat as she deep throats me. She swallows and her throat contracts around our cock driving me almost over the edge. "One more of those and I'm a goner," I tell her. She swallows me again. I can feel the cum rushing up into her mouth. She has pulled her head back so she can catch it all on her tongue. I burst within her mouth as she teases the end of it. She looks up at me, opens her mouth so I can see my cum on her tongue and then swallows it. It is so sexy; I squirt a little more onto her face. She grins and rubs it in. I pull her into my arms and French kiss her. I hold her tight so she can't escape. "Lillian, I love you so much, I can't ever let you go." "Yes Jerry, I love you too. We'll have to figure out a way to do this all the time. The week is young. Let's nap again and then you can fuck my pussy again." "Sounds like a plan," I reply.