16 comments/ 44973 views/ 40 favorites The Good Guy Always Loses Ch. 01 By: dirtydan6969 Thanks for choosing to read my story everyone! I hope you enjoy! Please forgive me for any spelling or grammar errors. I proof-read the story several times, but sometime these things slip through :S DISCLAIMER: "This is a completely fictional story. All of the characters are fictional and any resemblance to anyone in the real-world, is purely coincidental. The characters, though fictional, are also all over the age of 18. Needless to say, this story contains heavy and highly erotic sexual themes and imagery. Thank you." Without further ado let's begin the story. ENJOY!! ***** This is the story of how I, Jeff, a good, decent guy, had my heart and soul torn in two and finally ended up being cuckolded. CHAPTER I: INTRODUCTION AND EARLY EXPERIENCE In my final year of college in UMass I had moved off campus into my own house and paid all the rent, utilities and other expenses, using the money I got from work, and some from my parents. I was a mail-room attendant at the nearby dorms, where students picked up packages and so on, but was looking for a more fulfilling job. Since it was my last year, I had few classes and dedicated most of my time for work, so any extra hours or late shifts I could pull were taken advantage of, and that's more money made. It's not like I was barely scraping by, but hey, I wasn't a CEO either. I hadn't even remotely considered how I would pay-off student loans yet, so yea, I basically faced the problems any regular college student would. My brother, James and sister, Stacey, went to school here in Massachusetts as well. I was born into a non-spectacular family, where my brother and I were the same height, and while I didn't know anything about his, my dick was quite small, around four and a half inches. My sister was an unknown beauty. When I say unknown, I mean it is unclear where she got her looks and body from. She was a beautiful girl with striking green eyes and had a great hourglass figure, with D-cups. Now I definitely do not have constant incestual thoughts about her, but did have a strange run-in with her once. I was "fortunate" enough to have been in her room when she came out of the shower one day with her back still turned to me, and she dropped her towel. She was still fiddling in her drawers for the clothes to wear, when she bent over quite far, enough to give me a very uninhibited view. She seemed to stay there for an eternity, an eternity of me just staring into her flawless crack. When she finally turned around and saw me, she jumped a little, causing her D-cups to jiggle quite generously. "uuhhh... I..uuuhh..." was all I managed to croak out, before we spent a good fifteen seconds in awkward silence just staring at each other, her into my eyes, and me at her perky tits and perfect figure. After slowly picking up her towel and holding it at her side, she gave me an inquisitive eyebrow raise, sort of asking me "What are you still doing here?" Not knowing what to do, I just continued to stare at her beautiful tits. After an inappropriate wait, I finally mustered the brainpower to say "Sorry, I uhh..." and quickly left the room. That night I stroked my small penis to her for the first and last time. When I realized my door was open, I freaked. She was standing outside watching me for the entire session, out of range of my view, until I got up, and creeped to the door and saw her. This time it caused me to jump back to the middle of the room and my little worm to wiggle. She walked into my room, slowly and deliberately. The moonlight caused her catwalk like strut to make my dick stand on end. She looked into my eyes the entire time. Completely unsure of what to do I stood there dumbfounded, with an erection, as my sister walked up to me. After thirty seconds of staring into her steely eyes, she finally proceeded to look down at my dick and back up into my eyes. She then took the index finger of her right hand and placed it under the head of my penis and bounced it up and down a couple of times, after which she just rubbed under the tip a little. It was very sensitive, and given the highly erotic scenario, I immediately jizzed a decent amount of spunk onto the entire length of her finger and felt a shudder run through my body. She gave a humorless chuckle and looked deep into my fully dilated pupils. "Are you proud of yourself, jerking to your sister?" she asked softly. "I...no I swear I wasn—" I stopped short, unaware of how to rectify the situation. "That's what I thought... Disgusting, you should be ashamed," she said. I felt a little hurt inside, but understood. After an uncomfortably long period of her studying my shrinking cock, her eyes softened and she tenderly whispered "shhh..." She reached out and held my hand with her left one, and brought the finger with my cum on it to her mouth and sucked it clean. The strange mixture of feeling her silky soft hand holding mine, and witnessing the lewd sight of her patiently sucking the cum off her finger, caused my cock to grow very hard again and curl upwards a little. Upon seeing this, she gave a slight smile and told me it tasted good, probably due to my good diet. She gave another smile, a pleasant one this time, before proceeding to tell me, "this never happened," and that it would never happen again. I quickly agreed and watched her deliberately walk back to her room, looking back occasionally to lock eyes with me and give another one of those devilish, "boner-causing" smiles. I jumped straight back into bed and that was the end of everything. That was before we broke for college and we never saw each other again without the presence of our family members, so it never came up or affected me after that, mainly out of my unquestionable respect for her. CHAPTER II: JENNY AND TODD Around two weeks into senior year I had gotten somewhat used to my schedule and classes, and could spend a little more time paying attention to other things, as opposed to figuring out where and how to get to classes, navigating the route from my house to work etc. One thing I did notice was the small "communities" formed by each year group and major. Of course the senior year group was the smallest, because people were very spread out by then, so in these small communities people knew each other pretty well, or at least passed by nearly everyone regularly. I was a diligent and hard-working student, like many others in our school, but it was clear that I had certain insecurity issues. Now, I was an unspectacular American guy, roughly 5'10" but I wasn't very well built. I wasn't fat, on the contrary in fact, I was a little skinnier than I would like to have been, with almost no muscle mass. So needless to say, I didn't get much attention from the girls and bad attention from the guys. My insecurities stemmed from the fact that I was in the major of Psychology, so the demographic of people I went to school with, in my classes etc. was a little skewed. My class year and major was riddled with the huge, muscular albeit dumb jocks and their female counter-parts, plastic-as-fuck, dirty skanks. As you would expect, the conversations amongst the girls generally ranged from make-up, boys and vampire diaries to the occasional under the breath comparison of their sexual escapade's dick sizes, where they would generally praise the monster cocks and put down and laugh about the tiny dicks. The conversations amongst the guys generally ranged from sports, "fucking some bitches," protein shakes, and even their own dick-sizes, where they would literally compliment themselves, while putting down the guys who they assumed had smaller dicks, regardless of whether they said it to their faces or not. I've even heard some of them pointing and whispering about me under their breath when they thought I couldn't hear them, talking about how they wanted to "bet" I had a tiny prick. Additionally when these douches would walk past their skank counterparts, these girls would do the same thing, whispering under their breath "not-so-subtlety" about how they bet each has an enormous dick and giggling when the guys would look at them. The guys would just walk past with a shit-eating grin on their face, winking or pointing at the girls. Their heads would just be filled up of steam, and these giggling girls would constantly feed and stroke their egos, to the point these douches would walk around feeling like gods. I hated seeing it, and it was a vicious cycle that got worse with every progressive year. I on the other hand, had only had sex on two occasions in the past, and both were when I was of legal age and of course, both were unspectacular. I was actually glad I ejaculated relatively quickly and finished it up. They were embarrassing encounters to say the least. So as you can imagine, this didn't do much to help my confidence, especially when I would be constantly reminded that I was in the minority of small useless guys, by both the douches and skanks, every time I walked by them. It was rare to find friendly guys and nice, non-materialistic girls. Even if there were friendly guys, depending on their size and structure, they would soon either be turned into one of the douchebags, or a social outcast. A similar process took place with the girls. All girls start of nice, but the unattractive ones, become outcasts and the pretty, cute girls, slowly become dirty whores after constant exposure to the douches and other whores. This was a far more disturbing transformation in my opinion, because it symbolized the destruction of innocence and served to prove that all good things will fall. It was difficult to find a good girl who was pretty and friendly. This was the mindset I went into my final year with and it was confirmed for the most part in the first two weeks, that is, until I met Jenny. Jenny was in my lab class and partnered with me for the semester project. She was a strikingly beautiful girl, with light blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She had very light skin, but not the disgusting pale type, rather the serene angelic white, with cute freckles and an amazing body. Her breasts were not anything special, but not flat chested either. She had a somewhat frail structure and overall a very innocent and celestial look to her. What enthralled me most about her however was her demeanor. She was unconditionally kind and didn't hang out with the skanky girls. She was very friendly with me and seemed to be very diligent in her work habits, which almost got me convinced that she could be the one-in-a-million we all look for. She was very attractive, but without the pounds of make-up, massive breasts and overly bitchy attitude that most attractive girls inevitably get. People definitely noticed. I heard whispers from douches all round, of how they would completely wreck her, milk her, or "stretch her sweet holes," or some variation of that sort. One even said that he would make her his "sweet little cum bucket." It infuriated the hell out of me, but she didn't seem to notice, and I wasn't about pick a fight with one of those huge guys. Even the skanks seemed to whisper negatives about her, suggesting how her good girl shit was just an act and she was a slut underneath. 'Jealousy is a funny thing' I thought, these girls finally came across someone who outclassed them in every way imaginable, so they had to try to bring her down to their level through silly rumors. I paid no attention to them, because unlike the douches, they were not an immediate threat to her. I would be a liar if I said I didn't think about her erotically, even if it was a very rare thought. Her beautiful white skin and golden hair, entwined with her haunting blue eyes were hypnotic. I would picture how good she would have looked naked, just lying on my bed, allowing me to just gently touch and play with her. My thoughts would always be gentle though, and I would never think about hurting her, only loving her. I also occasionally fantasized having a huge cock and making her gasp when I took it out. She would just spend hours marveling at it, while she sat in my lap and I sucked on her nipples or rubbed her thighs. I immediately noticed how shy she was. This made her even more attractive in everyone's eyes, especially mine, because a quiet, smart, attractive girl was one I would want to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted to steal her away from here and bring her to a land with grassy fields, beautiful sunsets and where it would only be the two of us. That way she would never have to face these morons and would stay the naive, cute and innocent girl she was forever. She would be very polite to me and everyone else around her, and would never respond to nasty comments other bitches said about her. Even when the douches came up to hit on her, she would just blush and shy away, then continue about her work. I absolutely loved it. Luckily we had roughly the same schedule, so I could ask her to have lunch with me to "discuss class" without the context of a date. But when I would call her to ask her, she would knowingly giggle softly, as if she knew what I was up to. She didn't protest it, so I didn't bring it up further, just enjoyed her company. We became very friendly and close over the following few weeks. This in turn caused me to be the target of many of the douches, because they thought that I was keeping her away from them, so they couldn't have their way with her, which was somewhat true, but I definitely did not see her falling for one of those obnoxious guys. I also became acquainted with another person in my class, who's name was Todd. This was a far less amiable acquaintance, and Todd was seen often as the "Douche of all douches." He had a big strong build, at 6'3" and 230 lbs. He was also very good-looking as well, obviously. He expressed heavy interest in "plowing" Jenny from the beginning and if it wasn't for me being a pussy and occupying her time, he would have gone through with his attempt. Occasionally when I would walk around, he would purposely walk into me and push me, which would result in me being winded, stumbling back and sometimes even falling over, dropping my equipment. He would call me "small-boy" and "tiny-dick" often as well. Upon hearing and seeing this, many of the other guys would laugh and the girls would giggle, in which case Todd would look at them and give that "douchey" grin so they would receive validation on their enjoyment. It was feeling like high school in my class again! But I thought nothing of it because Jenny would never laugh, usually just avoid Todd's eye contact, because in the end, he was doing this because of her, and I had a feeling she knew that. Todd would often try to look at her after a situation like that to see her reaction. I assume it was some form of stating dominance over me and showing her he was big and strong. She would simply blush and look away, a reaction I felt came from her knowing she caused it, and also from not wanting to give Todd the satisfaction of looking at her. Sometimes I would fall over and admittedly it was quite funny as I rolled like a fool, and everyone including Jenny would giggle, after which Todd would be ecstatic and look at her. As usual she would blush heavily and look away, but even that was enough to hike up Todd's ego, which would make him bolder. Jenny would usually always come to help me up, unless it occurred far away from the desk we sat on, in which case she would just look over and appear concerned. Once when such an event occurred and I fell over particularly clumsily, everyone almost burst out laughing and truthfully, I laughed a little too, it must have looked very stupid. I looked over at Jenny who was holding her mouth while she laughed and I felt happy knowing I made her laugh. Todd immediately looked over at her too and I assume, she didn't look away because she was too busy trying to contain her laughter, but Todd looked directly at her and he made eye contact. Her giggling slowly subsided to just a pleasant smile and I could just see Todd's ego blowing out of proportion in his head. The eye contact lingered and she finally looked away blushing heavily, still smiling. Todd walked away victorious. 'What an idiot' I thought, 'He gets excited because she didn't look away, even if she couldn't help it.' I laughed at his stupidity silently in my head as I walked back towards my table. This was a big lecture hall with many lab assistants, so it took a good 30 seconds to get to your seat at the least. On my way over I saw Jenny stealing glances towards the other side of the room. I could see her eyes following something all the way across to where the exit door was and every time she stole a glance she would smile and blush a little before looking back down at her lap. I was approaching my seat and would be able to see what she was looking at, but there was a big support pillar right next to our table so it blocked my view of everything on that side until I literally got around it and sat down next to her. Just as I was rounding the pillar I saw her look up at the corner again and give the cutest shy smile, quickly blush then look down again, and I finally came around the pillar to sit down, only to witness the exit doors swinging. I thought nothing of it and continued into the class and got my mind of it by chatting with her. A minute and a half or so into the lecture I saw Todd, re-entering through the exit doors. Again I thought nothing of it and just continued with class. Jenny and I continued our routine of meeting up for lunch and studying for lab, and Todd continued his silly "dominance" routine. More and more often, I would see Jenny looking at the "mysterious figure" moving towards the exit, while I trudged up the stairs to my seat past the pillar. She would progressively smile more and have longer eye contact with the person while blushing and smiling, then looking away. It was timed so perfectly while I was walking up the stairs and besides the support pillars blocking my view, almost as if it was planned that way. When I asked her about it, I tried my best to seem curious rather than confrontational and she just told me it was her friend. I accepted it and just kept going. Lots of people would visit the bathroom throughout the length of the class, but I noticed an increase in the frequency of Todd's bathroom visits. As he walked to the exit he would be looking at our table, to which I would look at him and gesture 'What?' with my shoulders. He wouldn't react, so I would turn and look at Jenny, who quickly tried to mask her smile, and look at me with a curious expression. I would smile back at her, assuming my shoulder shrugs at Todd were funny to her and we would both giggle a little. As I would look around at some of others in the class, they would look at me and shake their heads, as if they were chastising my stupidity. On one of the days where we would have our regular lunch "dates" I couldn't make it, so I asked her to dinner instead, and she somewhat hesitantly said, "um... sure." We made it to dinner, in a place close to my house and we enjoyed a nice Italian meal, for which I paid, after much persuasion on my part. I managed to convince Jenny to come back to my house for a quick drink. I had just turned twenty-one and was eager to show off my alcohol collection to impress her. We got a little tipsy and were watching some stupid videos. I finally mustered up the courage to lean over and kiss her. After a little bit of hesitation on her part, she allowed me to lean in completely and we used our tongues. I tried to push it a little further by sliding my hand up her shirt, but her hand stopped mine. She told me too much was happening in one night and we should take it slow. She told me I was such a friendly guy and she loved my attitude and personality. The Good Guy Always Loses Ch. 01 It was getting late and I had quite a bit to drink, far more than she did at least. My mouth started running, and I started spilling my insecurities out. I told her about how I can never measure up to the douchebags in our school in both body size and the ehhmm... "other" size. She just giggled and told me not to worry about it. I would win her and other girls over with my friendliness and personality, my diligence and patience. When I finally brought up the taboo subject of Todd and his douche persona, I saw her smile a little. I asked her what was so funny and she replied "huh... oh nothing. I just uhh- I think it's funny how he gets under your skin. You're a much better person than him, don't let him affect you." I smiled and thanked her. The rest of the night after I had brought up Todd, she seemed very distracted and aloof. I spilled my insecurities further and told her how much I hated him, and him constantly calling me "small boy" and "tiny dick" to which she giggled and repeated "tiny dick..." under her breath. I loved making her laugh. I told her I felt so insecure around him and he emasculated me a lot. She seemed to find all of this quite funny, and I mentally congratulated myself for being so hilarious. She went on to say how she definitely thought Todd was attractive, but that was it, she knew he was a major douche. Again, I never ever thought anything of her giggling and distraction, just assumed she found my story-telling and talking style very entertaining. I said, "All I ever want is for you to be happy." She smiled at me. Jenny and I went on more and more dates until finally one day when we were back home at my place, I managed to get my hand up her shirt while kissing her and things got hot from there. We moved it into the bedroom all the while with me whispering how "I've wanted this for so long," and "I thought this day would never come." After a handful of more self-depreciating comments, until she finally put her hand on my mouth and said, "shhh... stop, I'm here now, so let's just do it." I managed to get her shirt and pants off so that she was only in her underwear. After that she took off my shirt. I felt a little self-conscious about my lack of muscle, but she told me she thought it was cute. She finally managed to get my pants and briefs off, after which my erection stood free in the air. She paused for a moment to look at it, then looked back at me and bit her lip, trying to stifle a smile. When she saw I was a little hurt she put her hand on it. She lied me down on the bed and sucked it into her mouth. It fit inside her mouth without a problem until my pubic hair tickled her lips. She finally got up and straddled me, rubbing her thighs against my cock. I told her I had a condom in my drawer, after which she took of the rest of her clothes and went over to get it. She tore the condom wrapper and tried to slowly put the condom on me. I don't know why but the condom seemed suddenly bigger. It wasn't like this was the first time I had had sex, and weren't all condoms the same size, except magnums (Which I would never dream of buying)? My dick could barely fill it up. She looked a little puzzled as to how and why I didn't have a dick big enough to fill even a regular condom. She tried to squeeze the sides down along the length of my penis, but to no avail. She looked a little disappointed, but she tried to hide it. She said, "Oh it's ok, we don't really need to have sex do we? We can still enjoy ourselves right?" This time I was the one who was disappointed, but of course I didn't show it. 'Having her here is more than enough,' I thought. We just cuddled and kissed. I admired her flawless angelic body all night long. She was completely hairless from the eyelashes down. It really made me wonder if she was an angel in terrestrial form. I admired her milky white complexion and gorgeous fluffy pink pussy and pink nipples. Over the course of the night I sucked her nipples constantly and came at least four times as she stroked me with her extremely soft hands. There was barely any motion as she stroked, as moving her hand up and down just an inch or so already made it slip of my cock. She seemed amused at the idea and there was something else too... But I was too inebriated and in too much ecstasy to notice anything strange. In the morning she was gone when I woke up, and I went about my day as usual. When heading to class, I noticed her outside talking to a large guy, who I couldn't make out from the back. She was giggling and blushing slightly and when I came up to them I saw it was Todd... fucking Todd. "Hey little Dick? How's it going?" he asked, and chuckled. A couple that walked past us chuckled at the comment as well and the guy high fived Todd on the way past. "Fuck you Todd!" I retorted. "Ohhh... Careful now, little dick here has a temper," he said, directing his talk to Jenny. "Better be careful baby, he'll snap in a second. Come sit with me and the guys, we'll take care of you..." he continued, winking at her. She giggled and playfully hit him, "Stoooppp... be nice!" to which he put his hands up playfully, slowly pivoted around and headed to class. I was angry, so I said nothing of the issue. Over the next two weeks, Jenny would text me saying she was heading to class a little earlier than normal, it was curious, but nothing strange. I would catch him at least three times a week chatting with her outside class, till the point where she would actually be laughing while blushing, and smacking him playfully. When I asked her about it, she replied, "Oh nothing, he's just a big douche... uhh- and he was... just... saying some stupid things, so it was funny. That's all." One day I came around through the exit of the class from the other side, so I was approaching my seat from the top of the hall, down the stairs. There were no pillars past my desk further up, so coming down from the top, my view of the front of the class was unobstructed, all the way till the exit. I walked down especially slowly and saw Todd making faces at my desk, with Jenny already there. Obviously I couldn't see her face since I was behind her, but I was able to see the motion of her giggling and quickly looking down. As I finally approached the table, she gave a surprised "Oh!" and said, "I was looking for you in the front of the class." I asked her about the faces Todd was making and again she said something along the lines of, "Baby don't worry, he's just a big idiot, and sometimes he does and says funny stuff, that's all." I just accepted it and moved on, and since the midterm session was coming close, I couldn't have any distractions. Through our many sessions of studying and many more dates, I progressively fell more and more in love with Jenny. She was so beautiful and funny, and charming too. She kept telling me how smart I was and how much of a good person I was. It continuously convinced me that she was the kind of person who would make the perfect wife. She obviously didn't care about the physical aspect too much, since she didn't pressure me into sex at all, and while I did want to keep seeing her milky white body and angelic pussy lips, I didn't want to have another embarrassing session like the first one. We went to dinners, and movies and yes occasionally fooled around, but I made sure never to mention condoms ever, so we just touched and I gently played with her body. She never got to orgasm, but I came regularly four or five times. Her hands were just so unbelievably soft. But it was limited almost exclusively to that, because she would want to finish quickly so we could just watch another movie at home or play a game. Again, as I always would, I told her "All I want is for you to be happy." Then one day I was walking to class when I walked past one of Jenny's friends who smiled pleasantly and waved. "Hi Tiny di—" she stopped mid-sentence and spun around to look at me, and I looked at her. "Uhh... uhhh Hi uhh—Jeff. How's it uhh... How's it going?" she managed to stammer out. "Umm... okay I guess?" I replied, quizzically. "Okay, Bye!" she said quickly and hurried off. It was odd, because that girl wasn't in my class, and definitely wasn't friends with Todd and the other douches, so how...? When I made it to lunch I told Jenny about the run in with her friend and what she said. Jenny quickly turned red, looked around and nervously giggled "Well... Oh I'm sure Todd being the douche he is must be telling some other people and... well who knows? Who cares really? Right baby?" she spluttered, with little confidence in her voice. "Yea... I guess so..." I replied, concerned. We continued working on the Psychology lab, but the entire time Jenny was furiously texting on her phone, and seemed a little annoyed at someone on the other end. I managed to read the first line she typed into the iPhone, which was tilted down towards me. It said, "Amy, why the hell did you say..." and then she pulled the phone towards her and continued typing. "Everything okay?" I asked. "Oh. Perfect, my friends are just being unreasonable about something," she replied. The night after, Jenny and I went to catch a movie at the cinema. As we were walking out of the theatre, we ran into Todd and his buddies. "Ohoohh... look who it is. Small Dick! What's up man?" he said as he slapped me on the shoulder. "Oh and what do we have here? Bonjour Mademoiselle..." He gestured towards Jenny, immediately after which she smiled and blushed. Then Todd moved his elbow back and touched one of his friends on the arm. It seemed odd, but the other two guys came up to me, 6'1" and 6'3" respectively and started asking me polite, yet unnecessary questions. "Yo dawg, what movie were you watching man?" they asked, after which I told him, and the other replied, "Oh man we saw that, it fucking sucked!" and they both laughed. As they were barraging me with questions, I saw Todd approach Jenny and start talking to her. He sort of moved into her and she was very close to him. He was saying something undecipherable, but I could tell he was trying to make her laugh. Over the blur of chatter, movement and laughter of his two douche friends I could barely see Todd hold his hand out in front of Jenny and indicated between his index finger and thumb a small distance, then pointed his thumb behind him directly at me. Jenny giggled and looked away a little, while playfully slapping his chest and mouthing what looked like "stop..." Then she caught my eye, and stopped giggling. Todd turned his head to see me looking at them, and looked back at her, and put a hand on her bare shoulder and nodded to her while saying something. She nodded back and offered a cute smile. He then backed off just a little. "Alright guys, that's great but we really got to get going," I said, and pushed through the two friends to go rejoin Jenny on the other side of Todd. I grabbed her hand and we headed back home. I confronted Jenny about what happened and she promised me he was just being "extra-douchey" and nothing was the matter. It seemed that he was acting that way around her a lot lately. I expressed my concern and told her she should stay away from him, to which she agreed and told me not to worry. We got drunk again that night, and since I was upset I spilled more insecurities to her about how I think Todd is up to something with her and how I am such a small guy. I brought up the small penis again and I could swear I saw her cringe a little, before taking another sip of her drink. She seemed extremely quiet the entire time, and didn't want to speak much. I kept confessing how much I loved her and cared for her and that I would do anything for her, because it was true. The more I spoke, the quieter she got. She said very little, but one line I could remember vividly was, "You're such a sweet, emotional guy Jeff. Don't ever change that." She may have even said it multiple times, but it made me feel good so I had no problem with it. The next week, everything went on as usual, Jenny was quiet, and Todd was an extra douche, constantly finding ways to spend time with Jenny alone, but I was always there to stop it. Jenny didn't show up Monday night. When I asked her the next day, she seemed completely non-receptive. When I asked her what was wrong, she said, "Oh nothing sweetie, I'm just really tired. I didn't get too much sleep last night." I found that quite odd, since the mid-term period had passed, but what could I possibly know about her other classes? Then I spotted a bruise on her right arm, since I sat on her left side, I couldn't see it very well. "Oh crap, what happened there?" I asked. "Oh uhh... nothing baby, just fell down and uhh... hit my door... Yea that's it," she said as she put her head back down to rest on the desk. I gave her the benefit of the doubt, because I myself have gotten bruises from falling and hitting myself. Todd walked towards the exit and gave a smirk when he saw Jenny's head on the table. Again I gestured, "What?" with my hands. He just disregarded me and left. Wednesday night was date night, but I got a text from Jenny saying she couldn't make it and that she had to meet a friend from another school. I told her I was disappointed, but that I understood. I ended up getting drunk alone that night, when my sister messaged me, and then my brother consecutively. They both went to school in Salem and told me to come up since the family was gathering for the weekend. My sister continued to tell me that she would be coming down for the rest of the week, and then on Friday night we would go up together. I wasn't too thrilled, since I knew I would be hosting her in my house. I filled them in a little on life, and what was going on, telling them about all the people over here. After I finished texting them both, I decided to call Jenny, in my drunken state to tell her the news. I called her and after about three rings, I hear the phone being answered. There were muffled sounds and what sounded like a guy's voice asking, "Who the hell is that?" and then I recognized Jenny's voice soon after. There was a bit more struggling and what sounded like the phone dropping. "Oh fuck it's... stop give m—" she said, and the line was cut. I sat up, a little weirded out by that, but remembered that she said she was going to another school to meet a friend, so there may have been some people I wouldn't have recognized. I tried calling her again but it went straight to voice mail. So I left her a voice mail asking what was going on and informing her about my sister. I quickly fell asleep after that, only thinking fleetingly about the phone call I made to Jenny and how strange it seemed. In the morning I woke up to knocking on the door. I went to open it and standing in the doorway was my sister. "Hi loser!" she said excitedly. "Oh great... Nice to see you too Stacey." I managed to say. "God you look like shit, what happened to you?" she said pushing past me into the house. I told her about the alcohol. "What? You were drinking alone? What happened to Jenny?" she asked, in quick succession. I told her how she went to go see friends from another school. As I was talking to her, I suddenly flashed back to the weird phone call from the night before, but decided not to say anything, because obviously why would she care? Stacey went on to tell me her plans and that we would only stay here for tonight, then head out the night after. She told me to introduce her to Jenny and then we could go to the movies at night. I proceeded to tell her that I had work and school today, and would only be back by 7pm. She said she would just roam around, "it's not like I'm new to Massachusetts." That night I went the entire day without seeing either Jenny or Stacey, because Jenny was not in class that morning. As class went on I started watching people going to the bathroom out of boredom. I noticed Todd wasn't there either. 'What a fucking moron,' I thought to myself. Right after class I got a text from Jenny telling me she got my message from the night before and that she'd love to meet my sister today. After telling my sister, I swung by work for a short day and headed back home in the evening. At home I heard the shower running and assumed Stacey was washing up and getting ready to meet Jenny. So I too went to the other bathroom and took a quick shower to get ready. When I got out, Stacey was ready and was sitting on the couch on her phone. I got changed and came out. I saw she was wearing a low cut tank top and tight jeans, revealing her well rounded tits and great shape. I knew Stacey was relatively promiscuous, well, pretty much every girl with her shape would be, but damn! She gave me a look and went back to typing on her phone. "I want to make a good first impression on your girlfriend don't I?" she asked rhetorically. "Uhh... yea, but just remember, I'm the one dating her... got it?" I replied in a joking manner. Stacey shot me a lame look, and then went back to typing. I heard a knock on the door. I went to open it and kissed Jenny when she came in. Jenny walked into the living room with a bottle of wine and set it down on the table. Stacey got up and said, "Wow... so you're the famous Jenny. I've heard a lot about you. God you're gorgeous!" "Oh my god, stop it!" Jenny said in response, then asked, "That coming from you, seriously?" Both girls laughed and hugged, then sat next to each other on the couch. "So I hope Jeff has only told you good things about me!" Jenny exclaimed. "Oh my god..." Stacey replied, "This fool cannot stop talking about you. He tells me you're the greatest, such an amazing girl, so shy and honest and beautiful, and this and that and blah blah blah. Get him to shut up about you, that's the trick!" Stacey laughed. Jenny gave a weak laugh and looked down at the table. I could tell that Stacey noticed the peculiarity in that too. It was a little quiet for a moment before Stacey hesitantly asked, "So... let's open this wine bottle shall we?" She looked at Jenny who nodded with rejuvenated enthusiasm. "Yes, Please!" Jenny exclaimed in reponse. They both giggled a little. I went into the kitchen and got three glasses, and we each poured one. After the third glass each, Stacey told Jenny about the movie plan. I was still a little apprehensive, because of the incident from last time but decided, 'What the hell... it won't happen again.' We got into a cab and headed to the theater. Just as we finished the movie, we were heading out of the cinema and walked down the hallway of the complex towards the cabstand. As if right on cue, Todd and his friends show up out of nowhere. "Oh shit..." I muttered to myself. I noticed that Jenny's eyes widened with apprehension too. "Heeeyyyy... Tiny Dick! What's happening my man?" Todd shouted across the hallway. 'Motherfucker!' I thought. "Wow wow wow!" Todd said and stopped. He put his hands out stopping his two buddies as well. "What the fu—Damn it Pencil Dick! How is it that you're always hanging around gorgeous girls?" He asked motioning towards Jenny and my sister. "Todd please just go away," Jenny said. It seemed odd, since Jenny had never confronted him openly before. Todd replied, "Oh damn. What's the matter baby, didn't you li—" "TODD!" Jenny interrupted, "Stop it." She seemed uncomfortable. "Ok, relax baby, I just want to say hi to this gorgeous girl over here," He said, motioning to Stacey. Before he could say another word my sister was in front of him with her hand out, "Hi. I'm Stacey. Jeff's sister." "Holy crap!" he said, while the other guys laughed. He asked, "You're Limp dick's sister? How the hell did that happen?" Stacey bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "Beats me, Jeff's told me a lot about you" she said. The Good Guy Always Loses Ch. 01 "Oh oh," Todd replied, "I hope only good stuff," he said, with that shit eating douchebag look on his face. Stacey chuckled a bit, "Of course, only the good stuff. But little Jeffy here is a sensitive thing, please be nice to him. Even if he does have a baby dick," he replied. Everyone laughed, and even Jenny giggled a little, but stopped when she saw me fuming. I watched Todd check Stacey out up and down, lingering at her tits for a good while. Stacey followed his eyes, so I could tell she definitely noticed. She seemed to stick her chest out, which gave his eyes free access to her. "OK that's enough, everyone had a great laugh, so let's go!" I said angrily as I marched towards the cab line. When I looked back, both Stacey and Jenny were talking and giggling to Todd, but when Jenny saw me she quickly said something, touch his arm and grabbed Stacey. As they ran I could see Stacey look back at Todd one last time. Once we got into the cab I said, "I can't believe you guys... You know I hate that Motherfucker!" "Wow, baby! Relax, there's no need to say those things," Jenny said trying to console me. The ride home was a tense atmosphere, but I could tell Jenny and Stacey were looking at each other, silently joking at my expense, about the small dick joke. I hated it. Once we got home, Stacey went straight to the couch and Jenny followed her, they both sat next to each other and began texting on their phones. I told them I was going to the bathroom. When I got out I saw from my room that they had already poured a glass of wine each and were chatting and laughing. I couldn't really make out what was being said so I tried to listen closely, while taking off my clothes to change into my night-dress. All I could make out was Stacey looking at Jenny with shock and surprise saying, "NOO... you didn't!" and Jenny nodded and said something in response. Stacey giggled and playfully slapped Jenny's arm. Jenny began pretending that she was holding onto something cylindrical with one hand on top of another, sort of like how you would hold a sword handle. They both spoke very softly, so I could only hear mumbling but I saw as Jenny spoke, Stacey's eyes grew wider and her mouth opened into an expression of disbelief and joy. Then I definitely heard Stacey say, "Oh my god... Shut the fuck up!" and lightly slapped her arm again while laughing incredulously. Jenny dipped her head in laughter and Stacey joined. Then I saw Jenny point to my room with her thumb, which she was pointing behind her, and she said something. While she spoke she shook her head and made a "Not" motion with her hand, as if she was wiping something of a table with her hand. Stacey put her hand over her mouth and with her eyes wide began to giggle a little. Since I was sure the girls were making jokes at my expense again, I went outside and decided to cut them short. I went outside and asked what the plan was for the rest of the night. Jenny stammered, "Uhh.. I have to uhh... I really should leave now, I have an early day tomorrow." "Wait what?" I asked. "Yea Jeff, I think it's a good idea to let her go, she's uhh... she's probably tired," Stacey said, looking at Jenny with a knowing look in her eyes. Jenny gave her a sly smile and said, "Yea... that's it," and got up to. Jenny came over to give me a hug and a kiss. "Are you sure?" I asked worriedly. Jenny looked at me then broke eye contact slightly. With a guilty tone in her voice, she said quietly, "Y—Yea I am. Sorry honey, I gotta go." "Enjoy!" Stacey exclaimed after her. Jenny raised her eyebrows at her and smiled, then walked out, shutting the door behind her. "What was all that about?" I asked. "Oh you know girls... One minute this, one minute that," Stacey replied. "Yea... I really hope that's all it is," I said quietly. Stacey looked at me slowly, then looked away, "Yea—I... Uhh... let's... let's have some more wine?" she asked raising her glass. "Sure..." I replied tired and defeated. I could tell she knew how I felt, and I could tell she wasn't telling me something, something that she was feeling guilty about. CHAPTER III: DOWNHILL SPIRAL We woke up the next day and packed a small bag for Salem each. Again Jenny didn't attend class. 'What is going on with her?' I thought. Towards the end of the class I saw Todd wasn't there either. I texted Jenny and asked what was up, with no reply. Then I texted her asking if she had the spare keys to my apartment, since I was leaving. That evening we both put our bags in Stacey's car and drove down to Salem. The drive was quiet, and Stacey kept avoiding my gaze. However, it was a short thirty-minute ride, so neither of us really talked. When we got to Salem, my family and cousins greeted me. The weekend was long and expectedly painful, full of unwanted memories being brought up over and over and all my cousins and parents laughing about it. The only consolation was the unlimited supply of food and drink. The entire time we were there, Stacey seemed very distracted throughout the entire weekend, constantly checking her phone, as if she was waiting for updates on something. Occasionally when I saw her look at her phone I would see a look of joyous disbelief on her face. She would stare at the screen with her jaw completely open, then slowly lick her lips and put it away. It was definitely strange behavior. Finally when the weekend was over, I asked my brother, James, if I could borrow his car, to which he agreed. I explained to my parents that I wanted to leave on Sunday night, instead of Monday morning, and they had no problems with that. Stacey had gone out with some of her college friends, and I had planned to tell her the news of me leaving that night. So instead I just texted her. I said bye to the family and cousins, and thanked James for letting me use the car then was on my way back home. Just as I reach home and pull into the parking area, I got three hurried texts from my sister. "Jeff, where the hell are you?" "Jeff did you already head back?" "Didn't you say you were leaving on Monday?" I wondered why there was so much concern. She had seemed distant the past 4 days, and now all of a sudden three concerned texts. As I was entering the front gate, I heard laughter from my house. I immediately froze, thinking someone had broken in, but checked the door to see no signs of forced entry. I quickly but quietly opened the door and entered. The light in my bedroom was on. I was scared. I was hoping I wouldn't find someone rummaging through my clothes and valuables, wearing a black ski mask and gloves. I slowly tiptoed over to the bedroom door and heard the giggling again from inside. It sounded like a woman's voice. Now feeling utterly confused, I opened it very quietly. I immediately heard a wet noise, like someone sucking a lollipop, and before I turned the corner, it hit me... Everything came together. The flirting, the missing of classes, the bruise on her arm, the random run-ins, the mysterious chattering with Stacey, the awkward silences with my sister and finally the three texts before I got home. I knew exactly what I was going to see. I silently stepped into the room and my heart sank to my stomach when I saw it. Starting from my feet, there were clothes strewn all over the floor. I saw a bra, a pair of panties and a dress, all of which I had bought for Jenny. A shirt, Khaki pants and pair of boxers. Next to the boxers I could see a wallet, watch and a phone, and right at my feet, were Jenny's purse and phone, all of which were carelessly thrown. As I slowly inched my head up I finally saw the horrible sight. He was sitting off the side of my bed, legs facing me and completely naked. In between his legs, kneeling down, with her beautiful milky white skin complexion, was the girl I loved. Todd's head was thrown back, and he had his eyes closed. His enormous member stood straight and tall from between his legs. It must have been at least as big as my arm. Jenny was servicing his cock lovingly, her back was to me and so I couldn't see her face, but judging by how affectionately she worked his appendage, I would say her eyes were definitely closed too. She gripped and rubbed his muscular thighs as she repeatedly licked up and down his mighty, massive douchebag dick, and she licked... and she licked, and she licked. It seemed like an eternity that I was watching her feed, and listening to that wet, slurping noise. Todd exclaimed, "Goddamn girl! You really know how to use that tongue don't you?" "Mfffmph..." Jenny replied, to which he chuckled. "That's right baby, I like that answer... Does limp dick boy ever get this treatment?" He asked, humorously. She stayed silent and just kept going. Todd chuckled again and said, "Yea... didn't think so... You were reserving your tongue for a real cock, weren't you?" After he said that, I saw Jenny slowly wrap her hand around his dick and lift it up. She was now licking his large balls for what seemed like another eternity. Finally Jenny's phone went off at my feet with two quick text-tones. I knew exactly who it was. Neither of them moved from their position, the licking just continued. Finally Todd, with his head still thrown back asked, "Is that yours?" "Mmmffphhhmmm..." Jenny replied, her mouth full of ballsack. I slowly picked her phone up and read the texts. "OMG JENNY!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE" "JEFF'S COMING HOME!! GET OUT!!"... "Who do you think it is?" Todd asked. "Stacey..." I whispered. Todd shot his head up, straightened his back and looked at me with shock and disbelief. At the exact moment, Jenny stopped licking, slowly let go of Todd's meat and turned around. She was speechless when she saw me. Still looking down at her phone, I said softly, "She was trying to warn you that I was coming home..." "B... b—Baby?" Jenny stammered. Even while kneeling at Todd's feet, with her mouth covered in his syrup, and with that wild expression of horror on her face, she still looked like a blonde haired, blue-eyed angel. Her milky skin complexion and perky tits and pink, dripping, pussy lips still looked divine. And even with Todd's cock slowly drooping, it still looked formidable. His balls hung low and rested on the bed, my bed. His strong toned arms superimposed his enormous chest muscles and tight abdomen,,. while his powerful legs touched the ground as he sat painfully still, watching what I would do next. My eyes darted from the phone screen in front of me, to Jenny's cum-covered mouth, to Todd's throbbing meat and back to the phone screen again. So many thoughts were running through my head, that I had no words. I simply started crying. I dropped Jenny's phone on the floor and closed the door as I left. I went down to lie down on the couch and cried myself to sleep. INTERLUDE: NIGHTMARE - I had horrible nightmares all night long, of beautiful, magnificent angels having their wings torn from their backs and being thrown into the deepest pits of hell. There, many hefty, grotesque demons sat on their throne-chairs laughing and taunting them. The angels were placed in shackles, then forced to crawl and kneel between the demons' spread legs and very slowly, lick their throbbing demon dicks. All the while the angels cried, but all the while the demons laughed. If the angels stopped licking, or altered the rhythm in any way, they would be whipped fiercely from behind, by a second demon. I could see the angels watching the thousands of trapped souls that were behind the demons, suffering in burning agony. They sobbed miserably as they were forced to continue licking the engorged organs. The nightmare carried on all night long, and just as it seemed to be ending and the worst was over, I witnessed the unthinkable. The angels were no longer shackled, and were no longer crying. Instead, they gently smiled as they licked, and had placed their hands on the demons' strong thighs, where they tenderly massaged their large balls. All the while they looked up with their bright blue eyes into the demons' empty black eyes. I focused individually on each beautiful female angel, and was shocked to see that in addition to servicing their masters' dicks, some angels had delicately lifted the cocks up and were gingerly licking and sucking their balls, as their masters grinned. Most disturbing of all was when the demons finally ejaculated, the angels hungrily gulped the semen down, then opened their mouths with their tongues sticking out to prove to each demon, that they had truly drunk their seed. Once they were done, they began licking again, without even the slightest protest. The foul demons sat there, slowly chuckling and nodding, as the angels, with their happy smiles and big blue eyes, carefully polished their fuck-poles. Even as the souls behind the demons continued to burn in agony, the angels wanted nothing more than to please their wicked masters. Innocence had been destroyed, and Evil had prevailed. INTERLUDE: NIGHTMARE - END After a horrible and restless night, I woke up and went back into my room, to face the truth. The bed was a mess, the sheets strewn all over with lots of wet-spots everywhere. Jenny's clothes that had been on the floor, were still there, just kicked to one side. Todd's were gone. They hadn't even bothered to cleanup after I caught them. I saw Jenny's phone on the dresser, and moved towards it. I picked it up and unlocked the screen and immediately saw the messages. There was Stacey's desperate attempt to warn Jenny, after which Jenny had replied, "He saw us." Then there were three frantic responses from Stacey. "OMG! What the fuck did he say?" "What did you do?" "Does he know how long you two have been fucking for?" After that I looked at her call log, for the last two months, one number had been dialed extremely often, more than mine. I could guess who's it was. And for the last three days, I noticed Jenny had had several hour-long conversations with Stacey. She stepped out of the bathroom in her towel and immediately saw me standing there with her phone. Her eyes looked horrified, both because she had to explain herself, and because I assume she realized, that I had seen the newer messages. It was obvious she didn't want to have to face me. She looked at me for a moment, then her eyes dashed around in quick furtive glances searching for... anything. Finally after about five seconds of desperately glancing around for something to break the awkward encounter, she went to her closet and opened the drawer where she kept her underwear. She rummaged through it, pretending to be looking for something to put on, but it was obvious she was extremely distracted by my presence, because I could see her constantly sneaking glances in my direction form the corner of her eyes. Clearly realizing her act was not working, she slowly stopped her pantomime of "rummaging through clothes" and placed her hands slowly on the sides of the drawer, and let out a painful sigh. I was no longer looking at her, instead at the floor by her feet. I could not bring myself to look into her eyes. They were the eyes of a traitor, a renegade. She slowly turned towards me and looked at me, my eyes still fixed on the floor. "Jeff..." she whispered, "Jeff... please look at me." It felt as if tears were about to well-up in my eyes, but I stopped myself. 'NO!' I thought, 'I can't give in, I can't let them win... I'm stronger than that.' "Jeff, baby, you know it was ju-" She stopped herself mid-sentence and approached me. "Baby look... I know how you feel," she said. 'What?' I thought to myself, 'How the fuck could you possibly know how I feel?' "Baby, I know you must be upset but please try to understand," she said. It was clear she was struggling to find the words to express what she was trying to say. After a moment of staring down near my chest, she lifted her gaze, but never met my eyes directly. "Baby, it's just that he's... you saw him right? Didn't you? He's just... he's so Thick!" she exclaimed in a slightly childish pleading voice. "God baby, his cock is so ridiculously thick, I just couldn't believe it," she continued. I was incredulous at what I just heard. Was she really describing the girth of his cock to me? "You wouldn't believe it sweetie it's just so... Oh God, I never could have imagined any guy could possess such a thick beautiful cock!" she said. Then sensing that what she was saying was clearly not helping the situation, she quickly grabbed my hand and started leading me to the living room, towel still around her wet body. She sat me down on one of the couches and she sat on the opposite one, facing me. Just then her phone rang on the table, and I could see it was Stacey. She grabbed it. "Oh crap it's Stace..." she whispered to herself. 'Stace?' I thought, 'When the hell did she become Stace?' She stared at it for a moment, and then quickly looked at me. "I'm sorry Jeff, I really need to take this," she said, with a pained expression of her face, as if she was waiting for my permission. I just kept still, looking at her like a deer in headlights. She looked back at her phone still ringing and said, "I'm Sorry" and ran into the room to answer it. She tried to swing the door close, but it didn't even make it half-way, but immediately I heard her jump on the bed, followed by the muffled, excited chatter from the inside. After a good two minutes of sitting in stunned silence, I slowly made my way into the room. She was facing away from me sitting off the other side of the bed, and therefore wasn't able to see me. She was swinging her legs through the air like an excited child as she spoke. She was clearly unaware I was there, and probably assumed the door had closed. I just listened... "Oh my gooooddd... he is an incredible human specimen. A true Alpha-male, honey. He's got everything. He's chiseled from head to toe, he's devilishly handsome and ohhhhh goooddd... He has an Enormous Cock!" Jenny began excitedly. "Stace, his meat is literally Eight and a half inches long!!" She said as she held her hands roughly that distance away from each other, clearly trying to illustrate in her head how well endowed he was. "Eight and half inches Stace!" she said slowly in a slightly lowered tone, "That's almost twice the size of Jeff's!" I couldn't believe the way she was talking about him, about this horrible man. 'Incredible human specimen???' I thought to myself 'Are you fucking kidding me?' I thought. She continued "Oh shit... Really—and... and his cock tastes so good, I could literally spend hours just licking it from his the base to the tip, just over and over and over." My heart was being crushed as she continued on completely unaware of my presence or my feelings for that matter. "God does this guy sugar coat his dick before he sleeps every night? Because that's the only explanation for why it tastes so fucking yummy. "Oh and Stace, I know I already told you this, but fucccckkk!" she said, almost in a whisper as she leaned forward "He is SO FUCKING THICK! I never knew how important thickness was till he came along babe. You know how your brother's cock—" She hesitated a little, not wanting to embarrass me further. But she was clearly absorbed in the conversation and so, was oblivious of my presence. She was lost in a lascivious monologue, just spewing her thoughts out, so she continued without any further hesitation. "You know how Jeff's cock is really skinny?" I was confused, because she had never brought it up to me before, other than my penis being slightly shorter than the average, I assumed it was normal and she had no qualms about it. "Well his is just unbelievably thick... Stace no really, it's so thick that... like I told you on Friday, when I grasp my hand around it, even when I do it tightly, there is still a good inch or inch and a half gap between my fingers and my thumb." The Good Guy Always Loses Ch. 02 Continued from: "The Good Guy Always Loses - Part I" Thank you for joining me again, hope you enjoyed part I!! (Disclaimer for the story is included in Part I) Again... ENJOY!! ***** CHAPTER IV: SWEET DREAMS After a while, I slowly jerked off to thoughts of Jenny and other girls in my class, still miserable. I hated how I had to go slowly, because if I tried to jerk it fast, my hand would slip of the tiny length. 'God... Jenny was right,' I thought painfully. 'It's skinny as shit.' I thought of Todd's enormous, muscular dick, and felt a pang of anger and agony. 'How does he have everything?' I asked desperately in my mind. My thoughts changed, 'Since my sister clearly had no respect for me, Why should I respect her?' I thought. Suddenly the image of her jumping back in shock when she saw me in her room, and the entrancing way her boobs wiggled like jelly, entered my mind. The image of her flawless butt-crack entered my mind too. I remember when she bent over, and those cheeks slowly spread to reveal the treasure within. My sister's sweet, sweet butthole, that was a place where I would choose to live all my life if necessary. No matter how cramped, no matter how wet and warm. At least I knew I would be surrounded by perfection. 'If I can't have Jenny, please god, please at least let me have my sister...' I thought. 'Allow me to taste her sweet asshole and crack and her puss, and let me suck her tits. Please... please...please...' I thought as I jerked myself asleep. When I awoke, I was back in my old house where I grew up. I noticed I was in my sister's room, and got up off the chair I was sitting on. She entered the room in her towel. "Oh... Stacey—... What the hell?" I asked. "Oh my god, Jeff!" Stacey exclaimed and jumped back, causing her red towel to drop to the floor, and making her jello-like tits bounce wildly. I stared right at them, as Stacey slipped on her towel and fell and hit her head, causing every moving part on her body to jiggle uncontrollably. "Oh shit Stacey!" I shouted and ran over to her help her up. Once she was up I said, "I'm sorry Stacey, I didn't mean to make that happen." "Uhhh... It's ok Jeff, it wasn't your fault," she said softly as she rubbed the back of her head with both hands, where she hit it on the wall. Her face was contorted in pain and she looked beautiful even then. That was when I realized that my hands were on my naked sister's waist, gripping her tender love handles and as she rubbed her head quite vigorously. This in turn caused her tits to bounce some more. And since she was scrunching her face up in pain, and I was so close to her, I technically had front row seats to watch my sister bounce, and she had no idea I was ogling her hungrily. After a good minute of her rubbing her head in that odd way and me feasting my eyes on her moving parts, she slowly brought her hands down and to her sides and gently opened her emerald eyes. The second I looked into them, I was totally lost and forgot how close I was to her or that I was even touching her naked body. She slowly smiled that deadly smile and looked down at my hands on her waist. I was so stunned at that point that I just couldn't move. She looked back up at me and again, raised a single eyebrow. I was dumbfounded, realizing that I must have grabbed her by her waist when I lifted her off the ground, but now I couldn't move. All I could do look back and forth between her gorgeous green eyes and her flawless tits. Over and over, for 30-40 seconds, I kept looking between them, till finally I decided to choose her eyes, those emerald depths of her soul. She gave a little cough and a quick giggle and made a sly pouting face and very slowly moved her hands down to mine, on her waist. Lightly, she removed them and placed them by my side. She whispered, "It's ok, just keep your hands to yourself from now on ok?" and gave a playful wink. I nodded like a dumb fool with my mouth open and stepped back a little. She laughed a little at my slack-jawed silliness. She spat on the tip of her two fingers, made sure they were very moist and wet and then slowly inserted them into my mouth, where she rubbed them on my tongue. Feeling the warm foreign saliva on my tongue, I closed my eyes and savored the taste, then quickly swallowed it down. She giggled at the silly look I made while swallowing, then put her hands under her tits and began jiggling them a little, strictly for my amusement. After a couple of seconds she stopped and turned to leave, but looked down and paused dead in her tracks. "J—... Jeff... Holy Crap Jeff!" she stammered. I stopped and looked at what she was looking at. Apparently the entire ordeal had gotten me rather excited, and as I looked down now, I could see the bulge in my pants. 'There's a bulge in my pants!' I thought to myself, 'Ho—How the hell?' I was dumbfounded. As I looked and Stacey, my suspicions were confirmed. Her look of bewilderment slowly transformed to a look of pure exhilaration and I knew what that meant. I looked up at the sky and quietly thanked god for this gift, and the presence of my sister at just the right time. As the bulge in my pants grew larger and more uncomfortable, the look of thrill and admiration on Stacey's face grew stronger and stronger. I was ecstatic watching her, because looks like that are generally reserved for other men, or other things. There was nothing about me that was spectacular enough to warrant that look. 'Nothing until now,' I thought to myself. By some miracle, god had heard my prayers and brought my sister to me, and had given her a reason to love me properly. "Jeff, Where the hell did you get that sweetie?" she asked as her steely green eyes snapped to mine. She came closer maintaining eye contact, and I grew harder. Stacey bent over slightly to get a closer look and turned to look up at me as she studied my new member. She looked back down and made both a kissing gesture with her lips and the sweet kissing noise. Se repeated that gesture and noise simultaneously 5-6 times while still ogling my bulge, and then got up to look at me eye-to-eye. "It looks like you have a problem down there sweet brother... Would you want to handle that on your own, or perhaps with a little help?" she asked seductively. "HELP!, HELP!" I wanted to scream out, but I was struck silent, and my mouth had gone dry. The combination of circumstance, coupled with those horribly exciting kissing noises, her steely green stare and smile, and of course the fact that she was completely naked, caused my higher order thinking to shut-down. I finally managed to power my bucket of neurosis to convince my body to squawk out, "Help." A relieved, yet pleasant smile came over her face and I could see her mouth the words, "Thank you," which made me very excited. She locked the room door, so that there would be no interruptions and again reached for my hand with hers and held them, while slowly leading me to the same chair she had near her bedside table. She straddled me and held my face between her hands. I was in such a state of ecstasy at this point, that normally, I would have cum multiple times and almost felt like I did, but due to this newfound virility, it seemed I could last much longer, while still feeling the same pleasure. 'It was a dream come true. Beyond a dream, beyond of my wildest fantasies,' I thought to myself, as I got hopelessly lost in my sister's aquamarine irises. This was a look that I had never seen before though, a sinful, sensual look. The kind of look reserved for very few people, definitely not a look for guys like me. It was a look that said, "Things are going to go very well for you now." I welcomed it, as I sat there, still spellbound by here lust. Slowly she leaned forward, and pressed her lips to mine. She opened my mouth with hers, and her warm, wet tongue entered, uninhibited by my mouth, of course. It felt like an eternity that our tongues rubbed against each other and tasted as much of the other's saliva as possible, till she finally broke the kiss. One strand of saliva hung between our mouths as she pulled away, which she quickly sucked into her mouth. I giggled like an idiot at that and she smiled, licking my lips again. She leaned back, away from me and tilted her head back, arching her body and sticking her chest out, clearly to give me a splendid view of her luscious tits. I stared for a long time, but this time, when she looked back and saw me, she had a pleasant smile, a sort of smile that indicated she was giving me permission to ogle her. And ogle her I did... I saw her perfect pink puffy areolas and erect nipples, a sight that would make most men weep. I was suddenly reminded of Jenny, with her gorgeous pink nipples as well. I pictured Todd chewing on them, and staring into her sapphire eyes unappreciatively with his douchebag grin, and felt suddenly sick. But I immediately pushed the thought out of my head and concentrated on the masterpiece in front of me. Forget Jenny, I had Stacey now, and she was enough to keep me satisfied for life. I slowly cupped her gelatinous tits into my hands and squeezed, and she closed her eyes and moaned slightly. I was amazed at how firm yet fluid they felt. Sort of like squeezing a water-balloon, except Stacey's skin was very smooth. When I let go she lifted her index finger in front of my face, as if to say, "Give me a second." She moved back on my lap a little in order to clear some space for herself and softly said, "Enjoy the show." She placed her hand under her tits and began bouncing them. Again my hands naturally found her love handles, which I gripped as I watched in awe. The ferocious bouncing of her tits was absolutely mesmerizing. I quickly stole a glace at her eyes, which were looking directly at mine, probably to see my reaction. Not wanting to miss any of the action, I looked back down at her tits and just stared in wonder. My entire life, had led up to this one moment, where I could sit back without being ashamed, grip my sister's love handles and watch the beautiful sight of her bouncing boobs. As she watched me, she knew how mesmerized I was, and so kept the jiggling session going for extra long. It had been around 6 minutes and I could tell her tits were starting to hurt, so I slowly held onto them, not allowing her to bounce them anymore. She knew exactly why I did it, and gave me a grateful smile. "You like watching me bounce?" She asked. I looked at her with a sarcastic expression, to which she giggled a little and asked, "All of me?" This sparked my interest and I gave her an inquisitive look. She smiled knowingly and said, "My titties are starting to ache, but I can jiggle something else for you. Not my ass, you'll see that later," she promised. Half out of curiosity and half out of pure excitement, I agreed. She told me to support her back with my left arm, so while I sat on the chair facing forwards, her legs faced my right and her back, my left so she was sideways. I gladly wrapped by my arm tight around her waist as she put her right arm around my neck and shoulders for support. She was trying to lift her leg up in an awkward angle. I was in absolutely no position to complain, because her clumsy contortions on my lap gave for some truly beautiful views of her body that I would have never even dreamed of seeing before. I enjoyed every second of it. Once she had finished raising her left leg clumsily in the air, which looked absolutely spectacular, she looked at me and laughed a little. I joined in the laughter to make her happy, but the truth was, there was nothing funny about her stunning body. She told me she was going to need support once she removed her arm from my shoulders, which I was more than ready to give. If what she required of me, was to find yet another reason to put my hand on her, how could I ever complain in my right mind? She removed her arm and immediately I grabbed around her waist from the back and put one hand on her tummy. As she tried to balance herself, I took advantage of the opportunity to rub her tummy and her back and feel more of her skin. She leaned her right side into my face as I helped her balance and I immediately found myself licking and kissing the side of her right tit. Upon feeling that, she looked down at me and smiled. Then she used her right hand to reach under her left thigh, which was now raised high in the air giving me a great view of it. I continued to hungrily kiss and lick the side of her tit, completely unaware of what she was trying to do, when she began slowly jiggling her left thigh. I was completely shocked, and fascinated at the same time. She continued to jiggle it and looked down at me, to see how I was enjoying it. I looked up into her gorgeous eyes for a second and just made a "pleasant surprised" expression, at which she giggled. I looked back down at her thigh bouncing and continued to kiss her tit. As I considered how much effort she went through just to satisfy my need to see jiggling body parts, a warm feeling came over me. It was a mixture of love and absolute wonder. I continued to stare at my sister's beautiful wiggling thigh and began to feel captivated. 'Holy fuck!' I thought, 'It's almost as good as watching her tits jiggle.' I continued licking her tit, and I reluctantly lifted my right hand off her sweet, soft tummy and put it under her calf for support, my left hand still tightly supporting her back. She continued to jiggle and I continued to watch, awe-struck, at how beautiful it looked. I could even hear the inner thigh slap against her leg with each bounce. I looked up at her and she leaned in to kiss me, causing her right arm to awkwardly bend, but since I never stopped supporting her body, she never stopped the jiggling. As we rubbed our tongues together, I could hear her thigh still slapping. With my eyes close and tongue deep in her throat, I tried to picture how the scene looked, from far away. The lewd thought of her contorted body on my lap performing that strange action was enough to send a shiver down my spine, and normally, I would have burst in my pants. Reluctantly I pulled away from the sloppy kiss, took one last ogle at her tasty thigh bouncing, and gave her tit a quick kiss before letting go of her calf. She slowly brought the leg down and turned to face me again. I began hungrily sucking and nibbling her tits. These were unconsciously the tits I dreamed of sucking all along. In the middle, Jenny's replaced them for a short while, but here I was back where I belonged, eating the tits I loved. I ran my tongue around her areolas a short while before chewing her nipples between my teeth. I looked up at her while sucking and saw her green eyes meet mine. She gave me a sweet, gentle smile before moaning and tilting her head back. I took that as a sign to close my own eyes and concentrate on sucking these milk-sacs. I switched each into my mouth biting, nibbling and sucking for a good 10 minutes, before stopping from jaw pain. She slowly got up and had a twinkle in her eye. I knew exactly what she was thinking. She got on her knees and began to undo my belt. Once pulling it down, she saw the bulge in my briefs and gasped. She began massaging it slowly, while studying it lustfully. Finally she pulled my briefs down and it sprang to life. I was as curious to see it as she was. It was a massive appendage sticking straight up in the air and she laughed nervously as she marveled at it. I had no idea how I got it, but I was not about to slap god in the face for giving me a gift. She put her warm hands on my thighs and my dick hardened a little more, which she clearly noticed. She looked into my eyes with a yearning I had never seen from any girl in my life. It was a magical look, one that was reserved for men of the highest pedigree. She kindly spread my thighs wide, and my balls immediately dropped low and dangled under my cock. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. She watched my sac sway slowly from side to side, all the while licking her lips. She reached out and cupped them, slowly rolling them in her hand. The lust in her eyes was overflowing at this point and my dick was only getting harder and thicker, while pointing to the sky. As she continued to roll my balls around in her soft palm, the overflowing lust in her eyes was at unimaginable levels, and began transforming into a hunger. She suddenly had the eyes of a malnourished African child. She looked at me and said, "Jeff... Jeff sweetie, I need to eat, I'm so hungry." I looked at her and nodded, to which she gave a relieved smile and let my balls dangle down again. She watched them sway for a moment longer and smiled again. She placed her hands on my thighs again, further up this time and slowly crawled in closer between my legs. Her face was right up against my meat and I loved every second of it. 'So this is how Todd feels all the time eh?' I thought to myself. 'Well fuck you Todd, I got a nice big cock now too.' Stacey dropped her hand to the sides of my thighs, and motioned to give her mine. Once she held my hands, she gave a quick wink and a smile, before proceeding to lick my meat from the base till the tip, over, and over, and over. I could feel my cum sloshing around in my nuts as my sister held my hands and lovingly serviced me. Again, it felt like I spurted, but nothing came out. I looked down into her beautiful, eager green eyes, and I saw her lips curl up into a joyful smile, all the while meticulously slobbering my staff. 'God she looks good,' I thought. I finally understood how Todd felt with Jenny between his legs gorging on him. It truly was glorious, and I felt like a champion. I threw my head back and laughed to myself, and then looked back down at Stacey. She seemed to enjoy that. She let go of my hands lightly and slid hers very slowly along the inside of my thighs. Once her hands reached their destination, she gently began tickling and massaging my love-orbs, but never-ever stopped licking my cock. After a good 10 minutes of meat licking and ball tickling, all while I stared into those deep green eyes, she let go of my nuts and started rubbing my thighs again. She stopped her licking for a moment and admired my drenched love-stick. "God, that's one good looing dick..." she said, and laughed. I joined in her laughter for a while as she continued rubbing my thighs, then she gripped her hand around my dick and lifted it up. She began slobbering my balls with an expression of pure delight on her face. I tilted my head back and sighed, while I put my hands behind my hair and interlocking my fingers. 'Is this much pleasure even humanly possible?' I asked myself. My eyes suddenly opened as I remembered my nightmare from the other night: The wingless angels in shackles, sobbing and miserable as they were forced to taste the demons' cocks. 'But wait...' I thought. Towards the end they weren't crying... No, no. They were happy and content, and adored licking those thick demon dicks. I looked down at Stacey whose eyes were closed as she affectionately ate my nuts. "Stacey... Baby," I said softly, almost hesitating to call her that. She dropped one of my balls from her mouth and looked at me with concern, "What's wrong sweetie?" she asked softly. Her gentle voice and that twinkle in her eyes was so cum-inducing. "Oh... nothing really. Just uhh... can you keep your eyes open when you do that?—I uh... I like it when you look at me," I said. She turned her head a little and gave me a sly grin. "You dirty boy... Of course I can, lover." My heart jumped with joy and she went back to sucking my balls but kept her pleasant green eyes locked on mine. She smiled as she sucked and I chuckled to myself shamelessly.