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A Love Story

By: ms_ktygirl



He comes in from work, looking tired and ready to relax. I already have a nice hot bath drawn for him and a cool glass of iced tea next to the tub. Dinner is cooking in the oven, one of his favorite meals. 

I walk with him into the bathroom, helping to remove all his clothes, enjoying my view of his tall strong body. He sinks into the bubbly water with a pleased sigh. I pick up the soft washcloth, applying a fragrant bath gel and working it into lather. As I wash his beautiful back I ask him about his day, allowing him to unburden as I wash away the stress. I wash his hair for him, and then step out of my clothes to join him in a shower. I gently soap his entire body, shoulders to toes, lingering just a bit on my favorite parts; his strong tanned arms, his inner thighs. 

I save his sensitive parts until last, washing first his balls and then encompassing his cock in the cloth, slowly rubbing up and down. He smiles at me as he begins to grow hard from my touch. I stop, letting him rinse away the suds, and then get on my knees before him and take him completely into my mouth. He hisses slightly at the contact, the water pounding his back as my lips and tongue work over his cock slowly. I make love to his hardness, amazed that no matter how many times I have had his glorious cock in my mouth it's always as exciting as the very first time. 

As I continue to worship it, I reason with myself that it must be because he has a splendid member indeed. The thickness of it stretches my mouth and my pussy, making me feel like it could be the first time for me all over again. His cock is also quite long, which makes it hard to get him all the way in my mouth, but when he makes love to me the ease of which his cock fills me completely thrills me to no end. Even the slight bend of it excites me, especially when he takes the top because of the ease of which his cock strokes over my g-spot, sending me into a frenzy of orgasms.

All this runs through my head as I suck him, my tongue flicking up and down as he moves in and out of my mouth. Finally I stop my teasing and begin to move in the rhythm I know will bring him off quickly. The hot water creates a steaming mist as I rapidly move my mouth back and forth, my tongue pressing the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. He reaches down to lightly grab the back of my head, guiding me, pressing his hips towards me, fucking my mouth, whispering of how good it feels and how much he loves me. And then I feel his cock twitch as he explodes in my mouth, his delicious cum running over my tongue and down my throat. I savor the taste before swallowing every drop, and he helps me up and kisses me, the water running over both of us.

As he towels dry and puts on some fresh clothes, I finish up with dinner and set the table. He comes in looking so sexy in his shorts and t-shirt, complimenting me on how good the food smells. We sit together and eat, me with my usual slowness, him with his voracious appetite. I giggle to myself that his appetite for food is a lot like his appetite for sex. When we're through we sit drinking coffee and talking about nothing in particular. I sit listening and thinking to myself how lucky I am and how much I look forward to being with this man for the rest of my life.

We retire into the living room, watching some inane television shows, enjoying cuddling. I think to myself how I could easily slip into dreaming every time his arms are around me, holding me, making me feel like nothing could ever hurt me. Every so often he'll lean his down to kiss the top of my head, and almost absentmindedly he's constantly stroking my hair or my back. Finally we decide to go to bed, and I go into the bathroom to put on the new lingerie I bought with him in mind, a black lacy number that leaves nothing whatsoever to the imagination. 

The light is still on as I come back, and the slow smile that spreads across his face is all the approval I need. Ignoring the light I go straight to the bed and straddle his naked body, kissing him deeply, our tongues performing an erotic dance all their own. I feel his cock rising, pressing my warmth, and trying to find its way inside me. But before I can oblige it he rolls me over and buries his face between my thighs, lapping at my juices through the thin fabric. The roughness of the lace combined with the softness of his talented tongue cause me to close my eyes and sigh, for I know that soon he will shove the garment aside and begin his attack. 

Soon enough that is exactly what happens, and my legs unconsciously spread even further apart to accommodate him. He smiles and begins to snake his tongue over the whole of my hairless mound. Starting at my thighs and working his way in he gently licks sucks and nibbles his way towards my hardening clit. I can feel my wetness already beginning to seep out, and I stroke and pinch my nipples through the lace as his tongue finds my sensitive little button. He flicks it slowly at first, and then as he sucks it into his mouth his thick finger sneaks its way inside me, causing my pussy to tingle and clamp down. 

At this point I'm well on my way to orgasm, his finger fucking my pretty pink pussy, his tongue and lips continuing their relentless assault on my clit. I tell him how good it feels, I fuck up and down on his finger, I grab his head in my hands and buck my hips slightly, chanting "oh god, Ohhhh god, oh god yes baby." the waves of orgasm flooding over me, one beginning before the previous has even stopped. I hear him telling me to cum, to have multiples for him, telling me not to stop. I lose track of time and the amount of times he has brought me over the top, focusing on nothing but his wonderful tongue and skilled fingers.

Finally satisfied that I have been pleased thoroughly, he moves back up, pulling my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He enters me with ease, my very hot and very wet pussy eagerly accepting his huge pulsing cock inch by inch, until he is buried inside me, his balls resting against my ass. He remains there for a moment, bending down to suck my nipples roughly, moving his mouth up to mine and kissing me. As his tongue explores mine he begins to slowly pump in and out, his balls lightly smacking my ass, his cock rubbing over my clit and my g-spot. I reach up to feel the muscles in his arms working as he supports his body over mine. 

He sits up a bit, continuing his slow rhythmic movements, and takes one of my toes into his mouth, gently sucking on it and stroking my ankle. This sends tingles all the way down my leg into my crotch, tightening my pussy on his cock. He begins thrusting harder now, pushing my ass up more so that he may pump into me faster and harder and deeper. In Heaven, I look into his beautiful eyes. His mouth slightly open and moaning, he says he loves me and tells me how good I feel. I pull him down towards me, his mouth now right next to my ear. He tells me how hot and wet and tight my pussy is, how much he likes to fuck my pretty little pink pussy. 

He knows how much I love the way he talks dirty, how it will always make me cum. Just as he had planned I cum all over his thick hard cock, my pussy muscles spasm, squeezing and releasing on him. He tells me loudly he's going to cum, and he sits up once again. I feel him spurting, releasing himself inside me, and his moans so erotic to my ears that I cum yet again.

Spent, we lay together, arms and legs entangled, murmuring our love to one another as we drift into dreams. And right before I fall asleep, I lift my head to look at him, and think how very wonderful he is. Because even without this beautiful and exciting lovemaking, he is all I could ever want. And I know right then that I will be happy for the rest of my life, as long as we're together.

A Love Story



My drink tasted great, just want I needed. I'd been struck in traffic for over an hour, and with no air conditioner, I had built up quite a thirst. I looked around the bar, and was surprised, though I shouldn't have been, by the fact that there were no women in the bar. Ever since my girlfriend had been away on business I had tired to build up the courage to fulfill my fantasy of being with a man. Now here I was.

I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the men were checking me out, knowing that they wanted my masculine looking body, to have their way with me. Yet, I had no desire to be with any of them. I was beginning to think this had been a mistake. I figured I'd just finish my drink and head home. It was then that he walked into the bar. It was strange. I'd fantasized about being with a man, a faceless man. No one I'd ever seen had brought sensations that would make me want to make love to them. He was different.

He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over from me. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was close to six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 35. His dark brown hair had been dried casually, still a little damp, lying about in soft curls. I had never seen a man whom I thought was truly physically attractive to me.

For about 20 minutes we sat like that. I would try to see what was between his legs, not being able to tell, as his jeans bunched together from sitting down, if he was really that large, or if it was just material. He would catch me looking at him, and smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling, thinking. As though he knew what I wanted, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly.

I finally built up the courage to go over to speak to him. He thanked me, and we started to talk. He suggested we move to a table, which we did, half way across the bar. As we talked I became very comfortable. Looking into his brown eyes, as he would laugh about something just said, he would reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his. 

He said that he only came in here for a drink and didn't particularly care for bars. But, was thirsty and wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I never been in a gay bar before, and embarrassing told him about never having been with a man either. He smiled knowingly. I told him the whole story about having fantasized all my life about being with man. 

But not feeling quite right about it. He told me that, like me, he had not been true to his feelings until he was 28. Having lead a straight life, with children, and now an ex-wife, he was ready for a loving, gay relationship. He had had a few male lovers, but the situations had left him empty. He offered to cook me dinner. I paid for our drinks, as we left he put his hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair.

As we were driving my car up the hill towards his place, I reached out and put my hand over his. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, looking into my eyes, smiling. We pulled into the driveway and walked up the sidewalk into his place. I sat down on the couch as he went to get us a couple of drinks. He came back in and sat down right next to me, laying his arm across the back of the couch. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh and looked over at him. His head moved towards mine, I moved my hand to his side pulling him closer to me, as we kissed. Deeply, lovingly, not yet passionately. He stood up, and took my hand, walking towards the back of the house. He led me into his bedroom.

When we saw each other in the room, it was like magic. We started to hold each other and kiss each other. Both our lips were wet and our kisses were very passionate. We then started to take off our clothes and he asked me if I wanted my dick sucked and my ass eaten out. I was so horny, I said yes.

He threw me on the bed and started to deep throat my dick. Every time he went up and down on it, my dick was getting harder. He then wanted me to lie on my stomach while he ate my ass out. He grabbed my cheeks and licked and kissed my asshole. That made me harder. He ate my ass our for about five minutes until I took over and bend him over the bed and inserted my dick in him.

His asshole was warm as taking a bath. I became aggressive and fucked him rough and hard. My dick was getting bigger and bigger in his ass. He was moaning and groaning in passion. I kept fucking him in the same position, doggy style, for about an hour until I came in his ass. When I pulled out my dick, it was still hard. He sucked the rest of my hot load out of my dick. After we fucked, I wanted to see him more and more.

When I got back to my apartment, all I wanted to do was to have him over and fuck him again. So only days after our first meeting, he comes over to my place. He was wearing tight jeans and a sweater. His ass was looking good to me and he knew I wanted him. 

We sat down on the couch and began to talk to each other. He then slowly took off his shirt and asked me if I wanted a massage. I said yes and he took off my shirt and started to massage my back then he kissed me passionately and all of a sudden my pants were off and my dick was out. He saw my dick and started to deep throat my dick. My eyes were closed because it felt so good.

After ten minutes of him giving me head, I was feeling so horny. He then started to eat my ass off, and that made me very horny. After five minutes of that, I did just like I did before at his place, I took control and bend him over and fucked him. Unlike the first time at his place, this time was more intense and passionate. I was not fucking him but I made love to him. I kissed him and I fucked him softly. He moaned and groaned and then something wonderful happened, we both came at the same time. I have never been with a man that made me so happy sexually.

Unfortunately, we have lost contact with each other. I miss his soft kisses and the way he pleased me. I hope to find him soon. Anyone out there that has a lover or a good sex partner, remember this: never let him go.

Check back for the story about when I find him again.



A Love Story



Three years, four days, seven hours and six seconds of waiting and I didn't even get to pick him up from the airport. Bummer. It didn't really matter how much I protested, Ma wanted "help" creating the perfect welcome dinner.  Stubborn probably comes with my mother's photograph in the dictionary, well I suppose it can't be helped. It's only an extra couple of hours at most, I can wait, right? 

"Hunny! Pick up the phone."

"Sure thing."

"What?"

Never mind. There must be a golden rule somewhere in this galaxy that reads, when you want your poor abused and harassed daughter to do something you have to yell it from another room, when abused and harassed daughter replies just in case it was a rude negative you go deaf thus forcing the second party to actually follow the order. 

"Pierson, hello?"

"Hey hun!"

"Hey Dad."

"Look sweets we've got some male catching up to do so, we're just going to have a couple of beers at the airport."

"Makes sense."

"I knew you would understand after all it does save time, having to pick up his little lady and all in only a couple of hours."

"I see, what little lady."

"Linda, his fiancée. You know about this darling I told you."

"You said she was coming tomorrow."

"I did?"

"Look dad, it doesn't matter. I'll see you later."

I knew it. Well I guess it doesn't really matter. I mean what am I getting all excited about?  He is after all arriving with the love of his life, who he is engaged to, I did not stand a chance. Not forgetting of course the other little detail. I am his sister. Should I get the shotgun now, or see him first and shoot myself later. Hard decision, hmm. Maybe just becoming a hermit in a nearby mountain trying forever to erase the shame my dreadful fantasy world taints me with.  Or maybe I could just get on with my life, which at this precise moment includes laying the table with perfect precision. 

"Hunny, what was it you wanted to say to me?"

"Huh?"

"You shouted something I couldn't hear when you went to pick the phone up dear."

"Oh, that, nothing important."

"Darling, I said three inches not two that fork's in the wrong place. Maybe you should get a ruler."

"Mum, it looks fine. Don't look at me like that. We're going to make a perfect impression on his girl whether or not the forks are in the right place!"

"I just want things to be perfect. This is the first girl he's shown real interest in. It's time he got married. I can't wait forever to get grandchildren. Speaking of which when are you going to start dating seriously? Hmm? Follow your step-brothers example dear."

Not this speech again! Please have mercy. I visit once a week and what do I get to do? Listen to the same old thing, the same old argument. I must get married, I must have kids, I must do this, I must do that. Why don't I follow my brother's example… Um, let's see, because I want to tear his clothes off with my teeth and make mad passionate love to him, after of course disposing of his darling little sweet fiancée. I do naturally want the best for him, for him to find true happiness. But why is it he can't figure out that I am perfect for him. I'm pretty, have a good body, I'm perfectly healthy, intelligent, know him better than anyone and love him unconditionally. Oh, yeah I'm also slightly obsessed with him which I guess could be a flaw but I am also a nymphomaniac so I guess I'm a good package. 

"Dear?"

"What?"

"You haven't listened to a word I've said have you?"

"I deny everything I listened to at least three."

"Now who is going to marry you with that smart mouth, huh? Now come in and help me with the soup."

Sometimes I feel sorry I can't fit in with anybody's expectation of me. The only person who accepts me as I am with no regrets is Garth, ergo my falling for him. Even my father thinks I'm too much like my mother, not that I would know. Graves don't make for good conversation. I wonder if she would understand me, who knows, it's possible. Maybe I should go and confide in her, grave; after all I do need someone to talk to about my love, about my feelings. I feel a pit opening, ready to swallow me up when I contemplate the idea of my soul mate marrying another woman. I feel lost and also incredibly selfish, I should support him in this, help him in his pursuit of happiness and stir the soup faster or it'll burn and Ma will kill me before I get round to it.

"That's right dear, don't forget to scrape the bottom, don't want the soup to burn now do we?"

"Tell me again why we're having soup?"

"His fiancée likes it dear."

"Right. I guess there's no way I can plead off the soup?"

"No dear it wouldn't be polite."

"Mum, I'm 21. I have the right not to eat pea soup if I don't like it. What's more I'm not going to whether you like it or not."

"Not even a spoon full?"

"Ma, you know I dislike soup. Don't you think it even a remote possibility that Linda will understand such an alien concept?"

"Ok dear. I guess you're right you're all grown up now, I just can't get used to the idea."

"Ma, I don't even live with you any more, how can you still see me as a kid?"

"Well maybe if you got yourself a nice young man you would convince me."

"Mum!"



3 hours later



"All I'm saying is a young girl needs a nice man to protect her, keep her happy. I just want to see you settled down before I die. Is that so much to ask for? I mean really hunny, you make me consider the idea that you might not like boys. Is that it? Are you a lesbian? Please don't tell me your one of those and I so wanted you to settle down with a man."

"Ok! I'll eat the bloody soup! Jeez mum, leave my sexuality alone and my sex life and my commitments to men or otherwise. It's none of your business!"

"You'll eat the soup?"

"Yes!!!!"

I have a headache and I have to eat pea soup. This is it. I have died and gone to hell. What did I do in my past lives to deserve this? Oh the door, there here. There here? Oh my God, how do I look.

"Gin!"

"Garth! Put me down, down you bad boy."

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to settle for a hug."

He's so strong and his arms feel so good. He won't guess if I just thread my fingers through his hair and arch against him, will he? Oh, it's like silk and his chest is so hard. Umm. His smell is intoxicating, god, I'm so wet.

"Darling, this must be the all famous Guinevere. You didn't tell me she was so good looking."

"Yes well, when I left she was just a skinny little brat. Linda my love, this is my step-sister Guinevere. Guinevere meet the love of my life Linda."

"Oh, you flatterer, you get me every time, come here. Isn't he gorgeous?"

I hate her, why does she have to kiss him in front of me? Uhh.

"Yeah."

"Darling you're throat sounds dry, are you getting a cold? I told you to wear warmer clothes but no you don't listen to me."

Thanks Mum.

"Just getting all emotional, watching my bro finally settling down. Really it brings tears to my eyes. Sob."

"Now, now, don't get all sarcastic it's Linda's first visit, hunny. She can get used to you on another occasion. Don't pay any attention to her dear, she's always like this."

Thanks Dad.

"Wow, lay off dad. Linda doesn't mind, do you hun?"

"Uh, no not at all, if anything it reminds me of my own siblings. Quite endearing once one knows not to take it personally. Really, I wouldn't want to cramp your stile Guinevere, don't mind me."

It gets worse. She actually happens to be nice. Uhh, now I really have no excuse to be grumpy or anything other than happy, gay and charming.

"Call me Gin. Heck I feel as if we're related already."

Did I really say that? Oh dear, she's looking all misty eyed, smile, smile big. Don't let you're smile down. Is this what it's going to be like every time I decide to visit Garth?

"Let's proceed to the dinning room shall we?"

Saved by the Dad.

"Saved by the Dad!"

Mind reader. Oh, they're laughing, bigger smile, there we go.

"Oh darling you're so funny. Isn't he funny Gin? Oh, one of the many reasons I love you!"

"Yeah."

I've never knew time to go so slowly. Having to sit and watch them twitter and laugh, staring deeply into each others eyes. So in love. I can practically hear my hart break every time I swallow some more of this abominable, green goop. Why did I say I would eat this again? Oh yeah, because I'm an idiot. 

"Hey sis, want to help me clear the table?"

No, I want to help you into my bed.

"Sure."

Hope I don't drop a dish. With my bad luck I probably would wind up drenching my soon to be sister in pea soup. I would never hear the end of that. I would be accursed for life. The phone would be haunted by my mother. Ok, hurdle number one, cleared the table area, now into the kitchen. Dishes down, mission accomplished. Gin 1, catastrophe 0.

"So you horrible alien, what have you done to my darling little sis?"

"Stop, stop tickling me, oh God, mercy I beg you please have mercy!"

"Fine but only if you tell me what's going on."

I've never lied to him. How do I get out of this, he looks so worried. And there I was thinking I had them all fooled, I should have known better. Look at his collar it's easier to evade his question.

"I can't tell you. Please don't make me, it's really personal."

Great evading, superwoman.

"Hey come here, its ok. If you don't want to tell me fine, but you would feel better, I'll do anything. I can help, I love you."

Please stop hugging me. I can feel myself melting already, my love, my darling how can you help me? You're in love with another woman.

"I tell you what, meet me at 1 sharp in your room and we'll talk. Maybe even if you don't tell me anything I will find a way to help hmm?"

"It's really not necessary. It's no big deal. Not only that but I really need my sleep big brother. You know I can't stay up all night and still function properly."

"Well bad luck cause I'm coming to your room, like it or not. Is that understood, little alien?"

"Yes, big bully."

"What you dare call me a bully? Just for that I'm going to take your allowance away young lady. A smile, much better little one, I was afraid I'd lost you in that sad look for ever. Hey, if you hug me any tighter I'll snap, I'm just a fragile little thing you know."

"Thank you."

"I know, now smile and let's go and face the firing squad."

"Aye, captain."



12:30



Oh dear, oh dear. What do I wear? I've already taken a shower and put on my best perfume. Maybe that was a mistake? He'll notice, I know he'll notice. Uhh, means I have to have another shower, please let there be hot water left over. Oh, shit to cold. Ok, perfume will just have to stay. Now what am I going to ware? I can't put on my usual big silk shirt, it's too reveling and sexy. Big baggy T-shirt and panties? Yes that is after all what I used to ware when we did this as teenagers. Please let there be a pair that aren't thongs. I just hope I didn't throw them all away. A-ha! Perfect, big, grey and totally unattractive. Wait, what am I doing I don't want to make sure I'm unattractive; I want to make him notice me. Where's my silk teddy? No, bad girl. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything to compromise his relationship with Miss Perfect. Well, I guess there's nothing to do but sit on my bed and wait.



1:00



"Hey sis, wake up sleepyhead. Come on, open those gorgeous eyes of yours."

Gorgeous?

"Flatterer. You know I look like a dead vampire when I wake up."

"A dreadfully cute vampire. Now come on, open those eyes, I'll tickle you! Got you're attention didn't I?"

"You dreadful big imp you. How dare you threaten a poor, innocent, helpless, sleeping, dead vampire?"

"With ease, now to more serious matters. What's been bothering you? Don't you dare tell me it's nothing. I've been hearing the sadness in your voice for months now, on the phone. So spill the beans sis."

"I can't tell you."

"God hunny, you look miserable. Come here, give me a hug, they're we are. Now, tell me you're reasons for not telling me and if there anywhere in the ballpark of rational I'll let you off."

He feels so good, I just want to gobble him up, make love to him for hours on end... I can't have him, it's impossible. I'm never going to feel him kiss me, or hold me with anything but platonic thoughts going through that gorgeous head of his. If I tell him anything of what I'm feeling he'll at best feel sorry for me and at worst hate me. I don't think I could stand either.

"Gin, please, what is it? You're trembling oh hunny, please, please tell me let me help you. Is it a man? It's a man isn't it? I'll smash his face in. Tell me is it a man? Tell me!"

"Yes, stop shaking me, your hurting my arms."

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. God, don't cry, Gin your killing me. Don't cry, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I take it all back, I won't hurt a hair on his head. Oh, darling don't cry. There rest you're head on my shoulder, that's right. You're trembling..."

I have to tell him, I can't take it any more, I can't stand it. He's so wonderful and he's hurting, I'm hurting him. But I can't stop, I must tell him, but what if it hurts him more than he's hurting now? I can't do that. I can't I just can't.

"I love you."

"I know sis, I love you too."

"I'm jealous, all right? I never get to see you any more and now that you're getting married I'll probably never see you again. Except, maybe, at your kids christening and it hurts. Now tell me how selfish and petty I am and get out. I didn't want to tell you, I knew you would disapprove and now you've gone and made me by being so nice. Well it serves you right, you shouldn't have pressed me. Now you know I'm horrible, truly horrible."

"Come here darling, stop hiding in those pillows. Look at me. I don't think you're dreadful, if anything I love you more. I'm just sorry I hurt you, I didn't mean to."

"You still love me? Oh, Garth you're so wonderful, have I ever told you how wonderful you are? Thank you, thank you for being so understanding, oh I love you. I love you so much."

"That's good to know darling. Now stop kissing my cheek, you're way on your way to kissing it off."

"I'm not going to stop till I've covered your face in kisses, I'm a kissy monster and I'm going to show my wonderful brother how much I love him with every kiss."

"Please baby don't, oh..."

His skin is so erotic beneath my lips, I have an almost uncontrollable desire to open my mouth and suck, tease him with my tongue. It's taking all my self control to restrain myself and try to procure an aura of spirited foolishness. The problem is by going so fast I can hardly aim properly. Oops I just kissed his eye, it won't happen again, I better move further down. It'll be easier that way to control myself.

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry, really I didn't mean to. Your angry aren't you, I'm so sorry. Really I didn't mean to kiss you on the mouth, truly."

"Gin, look, it's no big deal, really. It was a peck on the lips, lots of brothers and sisters kiss each other systematically on the lips. Chill out."

"Really?"

"Yeah that was nothing to get upset about, this however is."



This has got to be my imagination, could he really mean to kiss me? Oh, I hope he is, don't look to eager he might just be bluffing. I can feel the hairs on the nape of my neck standing up as he cradles my head in his hands. His mouth is getting closer, so close, I can feel his breath on my lips. I can't resist I must open my mouth and breath his breath in. Ohhh...

"Uhh."

Oh, his tongue just flashed across my lips. I'm so hot for him I'm almost burning up. My whole being cries for him to take me. Body and soul cry out I'm his, only his. Ohhh, he's done it again.

"Ahhhhh."

"You like this don't you Gin. Tell me you like this. Tell me you want me to kiss you, God I know I want to. I want to dive into your sexy little mouth and devour you. Tell me, tell me you want it. Ask me to kiss you, beg me."

"Yes, oh yes. Kiss me, take me, please I'm begging you."

He's slanted his mouth over mine, oh he tastes so good! I can hear my blood pounding my pulse out in my head. I'm on fire. I can't stand it I have to feel his flesh against mine. Oh these fiddly little buttons!

"Baby, not so fast, please. I can't think when you do that. Oh, God yes, trail your pink little tongue down my neck... Uhhh. Stop, please, I'm so excited I'll blow in my pants. I've waited to long for this, it's got to be perfect."

"I don't know if I can restrain myself, my love. I'm on fire for you. Take me, hard and fast. I need you, now."

Ohhh, he's so violent, there goes my shirt. I can feel myself dripping down my legs. Ahhh, yes suck on my tits, tear my panties off, yes oh yes. I'm going to come...

"Ahhhhhh, finger my pussy, oh, oh yes suck me, lick my dirty little pussy. Fuck! Oh yes, ye-ssssssssssssssssss!!! Get up here and fuck my tight cunt. Ram me with your giant cock. Ohhhh!"

"Baby, you're so tight. Talk to me, tell me you want me to fuck your slutty fuck hole. You're my whore, aren't you? Say it bitch."

"Yes, I'm your whore, only yours. Fuck your bitch, your slutty little bitch, oh, your cock feels so big... Faster, yes faster!!! O-hhhhh! I'm com-m-ing!"

"That's right baby, come on my cock. I'm going to fuck you so good you'll beg me for more. That's it, again, again, come again. Beg me to fill you with my come, beg bitch!"

"P-lease, fill your cunt, your whore, fill my tight slit with your jiz. Cum up my pussy, I beg you, p-lease... Ohhh, yes yes!!!"

"That's right, I'm going to fill you up, I'm going to impregnate you. You're mine. All mine. Come with me, yesss you like it when I flick you sweet clit like that don't you? Oh, shit, uhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

"Uhhhhhhhhh, oh oh OH!!!!!!!!"



Oh, my. I must have past out. God,  my cunt's never felt so sore in my life. I'm so happy, my clit's still tingling from that last orgasm, mmm. He came torrents up me, oh shit, we didn't use protection. What if I get pregnant? He won't like that... Oh, wait a minute, he wants me to...

"So, my love you're awake. I think that deserves a kiss don't you?"

"Wait. You want me to get pregnant. Garth, did you really mean that?"

"Yes. Baby, look I know this is kind of sudden, but I love you. I mean really love you, like a man loves a woman. I have for a long time. I've dreamed of us getting married and having kids, and I guess I thought if I got you pregnant now you'd have to marry me. I know it was madness, please forgive me. I'll understand if you hate me, but I swear I did it cause I'm mad about you... Please I."

"Shut up Garth. There's nothing to apologize for. I want our child more than anything; I love you with all my hart. I want to marry you more than anything in the world."

"You do?"

"Yes. Now that that's out of the way what do you say we, make sure I'm knocked up."

He's already hard as a rock, I could definitely get used to this. Mmmm, and his kisses I feel like I'm drowning in a pool of molten lava. I've got to taste that giant cock and then maybe some serious but-fucking. Oh, yes, he tastes so good. I just hope I can get all of it into my mouth.

"Jesus, yes take it all. Uhhhh, shit yes, lick my ass-hole uhhh!"

"Baby, just one more thing. What about your fiancée, mum and dad?"

"We'll deal with that latter. I've got my mind on other things. Now suck my cock, slut."

"Yes my love."



A Love Story



The bisexual lifestyle can be a lot of fun. Let no one tell you otherwise. My name is Lawrence Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking black man living in the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as an executive at Anderson & Winston on Boston's Financial District, one of the top investment firms in New England. For the most part, life is good. I make three hundred and eighty grand a year, after taxes. Thanks to the foreclosure crap I managed to buy a nice house on Brockton's West Side for just one hundred grand. I drive a bright red convertible. Life is good.

Lately, I found myself bored so I went looking for adventure. I found some in Boston's Back Bay. I met this sexy transsexual named Gina Dawson. She is a tall ( standing five-foot-eleven) and quite good-looking woman with light brown skin and long black hair. She is a dead ringer for the popular singer Alicia Keys. Except that she has a thick, round booty that would make pornstars jealous. Between her shapely legs is one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen. This sexy transsexual is something else. Before she told me she was a tranny, I never would have guessed. And I've seen a lot of transsexuals in my day.

Gina turned out to be just what I needed to get out of the funk I was in. She turned out to be a lot of fun. By day, this mystery lady works as a police officer in the city. Her co-workers have no idea that she's a transsexual. She even told me that a lesbian co-worker had a crush on her. I laughed at that. Folks, the sight of Gina in her police uniform was something I'd never forget. She looked hot enough to be a supermodel. We went dancing at a Reggae club and then watched the X-Files movie together at a theater near Boston Common. We walked hand in hand in the city. All people saw was a tall, good-looking black man walking around with a tall and exquisitely beautiful black woman. I must say I was happy to walk around with her.

Folks, I haven't had too much luck in the romance department. My last girlfriend was a black skank named Stephanie Parks. You know the type. A chickenhead with a big ass and big tits, but nothing in the way of manners or intelligence. Stephanie works as a secretary for a lawyer's office near my investment firm and I'd heard from one of the white guys next door that she gave great head. I asked her out and we hooked up a few times. I found out that she did give great head. However, she forgot to mention to me that she was a psycho. She began stalking me almost immediately after I broke off our relationship. She was good in bed but I couldn't stand a woman who cussed worse than an NYC cab driver. This bitch had absolutely no class. She was ghetto to the core.

Gina was the officer I talked to when I came to the Boston Police Department seeking a restraining order against my psychotic ex-girlfriend. Truth be told, I wasn't sure how the cops were going to deal with me. Even though I've got an MBA from Boston College and I used to be a college football star, I was still a black man living in America. The police are not friendly to the black man. They see him as the enemy. It doesn't matter what his accomplishments are. Also, the authorities are biased against men. They always take the woman's side over the man's because that's the way the feminists set up the system decades ago. Women falsely accuse men of wrongdoing every damn day and get away with it. Men who come forward with genuine claims are laughed at or ignored by the authorities. Isn't that a nice world we live in? All women who falsely accuse innocent men are worthless bitches and I don't care who disagrees with me. As you can imagine, I was a bit nervous about talking to a female police officer about my psychotic ex-girlfriend who was stalking me. Women tend to stick together. Especially when one of their own is doing something evil to an innocent man! 

To my immense relief, Boston Police Officer Gina Dawson was unlike any woman I'd ever met. As I spoke to her about the scary messages my ex-girlfriend left on my cell phone and the dirty looks her girlfriends gave me whenever I ran into them, she listened carefully. When I finished with my spiel, she gently touched my hand and said she understood. I was surprised, to say the least. She told me to head to Boston Trial Court and seek a restraining order. She told me who to talk to, and to drop her name. I went and proceeded exactly as she told me. An hour and a half later, I left the court with a smile on my face. The court was going to serve a restraining order to my ex-girlfriend Stephanie Parks.

I went home, feeling a bit relieved. I went out to celebrate. I dropped by the Lotus Bar, a popular joint with young gay and bisexual men in the city. I ordered a drink. A Hennessee. Guess who walked in? Police officer Gina Dawson, clad in a red shirt, black leather pants and knee-high black leather boots. Oh, and she also wore a black fedora. I was stunned. The gal looked good enough to eat. Better than any supermodel I'd seen in ages. I waved at her and smiled. Gina noticed me, and grinned. She sat on the stool next to me. I offered her a drink but she declined. Insisted on paying for her own. That was surprising, to say the least. We began talking. And this, folks, is how it all began.

I learned a lot about Gina Dawson. She was a native of Atlanta and a graduate of Georgia Tech who moved to Boston three years ago. She enrolled at the Boston Police Academy and later joined the Boston Police Department. She was surprised to see me in a queer bar, said something about my not seeming the type. I smiled, and told her that I was bisexual. My own words surprised me. I haven't told anyone I was bisexual since a certain teammate outed me to my parents and coaches, costing me my chance of making it into the National Football League. For a black man, telling a black woman about his bisexuality isn't always a good idea. Black women aren't fond of bisexual black guys. However, once again, Gina proved to be the exception.

She looked at me for a long while, and sipped her drink. Then, she touched my hand and leaned closer, whispering something to me. I couldn't believe my ears. When Gina told me she was a transsexual, I was stunned. I've seen a few transsexuals in my day, as I've said before. There's almost always something that gives them away. Not this time. Gina looked prettier than most women I knew. She had a pretty face, a hot, curvy body and a fine, round and thick ass. Like popular singer Alicia Keys, but with the unique physique of professional athlete Venus Williams. Wow. I looked at her, and smiled. Wow. I squeezed her hand and told her I found her sexy. She grinned, and said she found me sexy too. We left the Lotus Bar together. The rest, as they say, was history.

Gina Dawson and I went back to my place, and made passionate love together. I won't get into too much detail but it was an eye-opener. It was hot. I finally found someone who enjoys my company and likes sex as much as I do. And the fact that I'm bisexual doesn't bother her none. She rather enjoys this side of me. We walk around the city together, admired by many who think we're the hottest black couple since Will and Jada. That always makes us smile. We get along fine, and we have a lot in common. I think my luck finally turned, folks. Life is good. 



A Love Story



He walked into the office and saw her sitting at the Reception Desk. She looked so lovely and so sophisticated.

"My God, what are you doing here Celia?"

"I work here Dave." . Her smile lit up her face when she spoke to him.

It must be 15 years since they had seen each other and he never expected to see her in this situation. He was working as agent with ASIO and it seemed that she was in the front line as Secretary to the Director. He wouldn't have come up on her radar because he was working under an assumed name.

Celia was a tall, well proportioned woman in her middle years, her dark brown hair showing just a few gray hairs, but kept neatly in a low chignon at the back of her long, swanlike neck. She had green eyes that sparkled with mischief and a luscious lip line. Her body was full, with a voluptuous bustline, a smaller waist and very full buttocks. All this carried on long, slim legs.

Dave himself was a much taller man, he stood about 6"3". Because of the type of work he did, he had to keep his body in shape and he had broad shoulders and chest, with strong muscular thighs and legs. He had brown hair and green eyes flecked with gold, with a slightly crooked nose, from an earlier fight, and full lips. His skin was of a golden tan from his years abroad, when he would work out in just shorts. Overall, a beautiful specimen of man.

"Can you get away for a coffee later, Celia?"

"I'm afraid not, the Boss has 2 meetings today and I have to be here all afternoon in case he needs me. But I can meet you after work, about 6o'clock."

"That sounds terrific, we can catch up on a few years then. I will see you back here then alright."

Later that day, Celia and Dave were sitting in a booth in a local pub.

"Now, you have to tell me what you have been doing all these years, and how you ended up working in that office," said Dave.

"Well, after you left town last time, I felt that I wanted to do something else with my life, other than be a Doctor's secretary, something more interesting. So I applied to ASIO and after many interviews and about 8 months waiting, I was lucky to get accepted as a Secretary in the General Pool. I gradually worked my way up and was eventually promoted to the position which I now occupy. I love the work," replied Celia.



"Now tell me about you, Dave. How long have you been with the Department?"

"Well, I was actually working for them the last time I was home on leave but couldn't say anything to anyone. Since then I have worked all over the world, never in one place for any length of time."

"So tell me, have you remarried or do you have a special person in your life, Celia?"

"No, no one at the moment. And you?"

"No, no-one. I'm never anywhere long enough to get involved in a relationship." 

"I am going to be back in town for about 6 months this time, so maybe we can have dinner sometime soon," queried Dave.

"I would love that, sounds like a great idea," replied Celia.

After Dave had been in town about 2 weeks and had settled down to a more routine way of life, he thought it was time to ask Celia to dinner. He called her and suggested a nice little restaurant not too far from the office. Celia agreed to meet him at 7o'clock.

She went home and showered and changed and met him as planned. They talked for a couple of hours over dinner. Dave then suggested that they have a nightcap at his place, which was only a couple of blocks away.

Celia was a little reluctant but eventually went along with the suggestion.

Dave's apartment was actually a Penthouse in a building on the edge of the CBD. The windows of the lounge were wide and full length and looked out onto the Harbour. You could just about see the whole of the City from up there. Celia could not get used to the idea that she and Dave were there together. After their last meeting 15 years ago, she was sure she would never see him again.

He walked up to her with a glass of Tia Maria in his hand for her, and slipped the other arm around her waist.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it."

"Glorious. I thought my apartment was great, but this outdoes it by a mile."

"Celia, I may have traveled the world, but I have never forgotten you. You are like a fire in my blood, and not all the arguments we had could stop me from thinking of you, and wishing you were back in my life again."

"Dave, I feel the same way, but I don't know if we should ever think about getting together again. After all, you will be going away again, and I will just be left here waiting."

"Celia, what are you doing now? It seems there is no one in your life at present, and I don't know how long since there was someone. At least you will have some idea of where I am and what I am doing."

"Let's just take it one day at a time then, Dave. I know I will always need you but I don't know if I can take the pressure of you being away so much."

Dave grasped her hands in his and pulled her to him. The urgency was there that had been between them before and the need to come together was stronger than ever.

He slanted his mouth over hers and their tongues met in a frenzied mating dance. It had been so long since their last meeting but they had forgotten nothing

Celia let herself go, this was what she wanted – this man. The kiss deepened as he cupped her buttocks and then slid his hands up to her breast. As this wasn't the first time for them, they both knew so much about the others needs. She knew that she wanted him – now.

Dave was almost reading her mind as he parted her blouse and bared her breasts. He knew that she never wore a bra and he guessed that her desires were the same as his.

His fingers found the taunt nipples on each breast and circled them with his fingertips, causing ripples of desire to course through her whole body. She reached for his shirt, slipping the buttons open and easing it off his arms. They stared at each other for a moment and he bent and kissed her again and again. She felt the window behind her, as Dave pressed himself against her body.

Her hands reached down to the zip of his pants, wanting to feel his penis pulsing in her hands. With a groan he lifted her and lay her down on the lounge. After removing the rest of their clothing, he kissed her once again, devouring her with his mouth. His hand slid down her stomach and she opened her legs for him. His fingers slid across and into the wet, warm lips of her labia, as he stroked that tiny area of heaven; as he remembered it.

His mouth moved down her neck to her collarbone, kissed one nipple, then the other, slowly circling them with his tongue. He teased her relentlessly until she pushed his head down, wanting more.

He paused at her belly button and sank his tongue into the crevice, stroking and laving it. Finally, he slid lower, teasing her with his tongue as he traced along both her inner thighs. She opened her legs wider, knowing what was coming. His mouth at last found her swollen flesh and sucked deeply of the honey being produced there. As he teasingly flicked his tongue across that little nub he heard moans from her, and he slid his first two fingers into her cunt, working them as he laved her clit with his tongue. His tongue worked faster and faster until she could only cry for release.

That instant, she slid over the edge. As she became aware, he slid inside her, it felt like he was slicing her open with his sword, lifting her up again and slowly beginning to pump his life force into her body.

Dave felt so alive, pumping his prick into this woman's soft, wet pussy and feeling the slip and slide of it as it worked its way deeper and deeper into her hot, pulsing haven. She gripped him with the sides of her cunt and it felt like his penis was being carved into two, so tight was her grip. She pushed against him meeting every one of his thrusts, both of them reaching for that moment of pure bliss.

Then it was there. They found it together, the intensity of it threatening to shatter them both into tiny shards. He knew then that he would never let her go again. He would always want and cherish her.

He later awoke and found her watching him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I was just thinking of your suggestion of you and I getting together again, she replied, and I don't know if it is such a good idea."

"Why."

"Well, you know that it is not just the sexual feelings with us. There are so many other things that we have to overcome as well."

"Then let us get away after we have finished with this job, and live another life where no one will know us or our relationship to each other," Dave pleaded.

"But what about your job."

"Over the years I have accumulated enough money that I won't have to worry about it. We can go so some place where we can live and enjoy ourselves for the rest of our lives, and not have to worry about anything."

"Or, we can make a commitment to each other here and now. No one else knows of our previous relationship, and as you have a different name to mine, we can still get married, out of town if you like. Then we can come back, be together and I will take a consulting position, either with the Department or with someone else. What do you think?"

Oh Dave, do you really mean that. That we could be together, I don't care if we don't get married. Just to have you with me all the time would be so wonderful. But what about you, could you give up all that traveling and live a normal life again?"



"Celia, if I knew you were going to be here every night when I came home, I could do anything. You really are the love of my life."

"Let's think about it a little more then darling, I will let you know tomorrow night."

The next evening, Celia went to Dave's place as pre-arranged and let herself in with the key he had given her. She started to prepare dinner for them and then went and had a shower and changed into something more comfortable.

Dave came home about an hour later and found her sitting by the large windows watching the lights. He bent down and kissed her hungrily and was happy with the reception he got. Celia served up dinner and they then sat in the lounge with their coffees and after dinner drinks.

"Well my love, do you have any news for me," asked Dave.

Celia glanced up at him and nodded. "Yes, my darling. The answer is Yes."

Dave caught her up in his arms and kissed her over and over again. "Do you know how happy you have made me, Mother. This is a dream come true. After all these years to know that you are going to be mine. I love you so much."

"I love you too my darling boy, I don't ever want to be apart from you again."



A Love Story



Justin and Julies' dad might as well have gone back home after his year out in the world learning the ways of the devil. While he'd not returned to his loving but severe Amish family, he kept most of the old values, if not the old ways. He announced – frequently – that while he'd been seduced away from simplicity, he'd at least adhered to moderation. He expected nothing less from his beloved twins.

Others might have viewed their childhood environment as a luxurious prison, but for the J's, as Dad called them when he was in a jovial mood, it was all good. They were home schooled by devout, but brilliant tutors. They were allowed two hours each day of supervised television. While they could tear down and re-build their computers, even even write basic code, their internet access was rigidly controlled. They read voraciously from a huge, carefully screened, but broad-scoped library. Though their mother – whom Julie had been named after – had died while birthing them – their father was often affectionate and they felt loved. Their seclusion on the five hundred acre farm ensured that they had no playmates – but, since they had each other, they didn't miss even that.

From their twelfth birthday on, they'd known that when they turned eighteen they would leave their beautiful sanctuary for college. They often talked about it, wondered what it would be like, what adventures they would have. But, as the time neared, they experienced as much anxiety as excitement. James had seen to that, too. By the time the Day arrived, he was satisfied that they'd be alert for the countless moral pitfalls sure to line their path.

He was wrong. Terribly wrong.



Julie flopped onto the sofa beside her brother. The Boston winter was bitterly cold, and it was pitch dark at seven o'clock. The used TV they'd picked up last week flickered vividly in the dimly lit room. "Whatcha watching?"

Justin made room for her under the quilt and threw an arm over her shoulder as she snuggled in. "A show called 'Springer' or something. Really bizarre. I can't believe how perverted some people are."

"That sounds awful judgmental, J," she chided gently.

"Yeah, well, I don't know what else to call it." He hit the pause button, still marveling a bit at the cable/DVD setup. He pointed toward the frozen screen with the remote. "This guy lost his job putting Dodge vans together last year. His wife was a stay-at-home mom. They ended up putting her to work with what they call an escort agency."

"What's that?"

"She a prostitute now. Makes two or three times as much money as her husband did."

Julie sat upright. "She sleeps with other men for money!"

"I don't think she sleeps much," he said wryly.

She frowned. "That's so wrong!"

"Now who's being judgmental, J?"

"Well," she sulked, "maybe we just don't understand their story well enough. Can you rewind it to the beginning?"



"Come on!" Julie yelled. "It's time!"

Justin emerged from the kitchen with sodas and popcorn just as the theme music started. They never missed 'Springer.' Today's show was bound to be epic; a guy was going to tell his best friend since they were kids that he was gay and in love with him. They watched the drama, enthralled, as the straight friend called his now ex-friend every kind of dirty word he could think of.

Julie clicked off the tube and remained cuddled against her brother. "He was kind of cute."

"Which one?"

"Both, I guess, but the fag was really hot, don't you think?"

Justin squirmed slightly. "I don't know. I guess, maybe." His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, the way it always did when he shared a secret with her. "There's this guy in my chem class who looks a little like him. He wears lip gloss and a little eye makeup sometimes."

"That's hot," she whispered back, her breath warm in his ear. "Do you ever think about . . . you know."

"Gross!" he said, with less emphasis than he'd intended. He was suddenly aware of the side of her breast pressing against his ribs.

"I have," she confided shyly. "Thought about it, I mean."

His eyes widened. "About me and another guy?"

She punched his leg playfully. "No, weirdo! About me and a guy. Doing, uh, oral." She left her hand on his thigh. "But watching you do it would be sexy, too."

He licked his lips, tried to put some banter into his voice. "Maybe we could share."

He felt her tremble. "Yeah. Like that'd ever happen." She glanced up at him. "But you'd look even better wearing makeup than that guy on TV did."

He looked down at her to see if she was kidding. All he saw was her wide green eyes and parted moist lips. He felt his neck bending, his lips parting, and the sudden warmth of her mouth on his. They both moaned softly into one another.

"Wow," they said in unison, before breaking into nervous laughter and unconsciously putting a little distance between themselves on the couch.

"Maybe we should stop watching this crap," he rallied.

"Yeah, we probably should."

But they didn't.



Christmas break was horrible. The family farm outside Hannibal had lost all its glitter. The two weeks of their visit with their dad and relatives felt like years. They managed to cover their restlessness and boredom, convincing one and all that they were the same, that they hadn't changed at all.

"I feel like a total hypocrite," Julie admitted, squeezing her favorite old teddy bear tight. 

Justin, laying crosswise across the bottom of her twin bed, nodded. "Guilt sucks. Weird, though. It's not like we've done anything bad. Have we? I mean, watch a little TV, surf a little porn. Is that really so wrong?"

"We got straight A's our very first semester away from home," she added. "Besides, we don't do that stuff anywhere near as much as anybody else. But," she said, tickling his ribs with her toes, "it was really nasty of you to kiss me that time."

He grabbed her foot and tickled her back. "Yeah, I could tell how much you hated it. It wasn't like I tried to give you tongue or anything."

She jerked her foot away. "You wouldn't dare!"

"'Dare?'" he teased. "Did I hear you say 'dare?'"

"At least there's nothing wrong with your hearing," she taunted. "You wouldn't -"

Before she could move, he'd pinned her to the bed. His body pressed her into the mattress. She couldn't speak as he lowered his face toward her. As his lips met hers, her arms, of their own volition, snaked around his neck and pulled him closer. Her mouth opened even before his did. Her moan was close to a growl.



"Whiskey?" she marveled. "Where in the world did you get that?"

It was a warm, humid April day. The windows were open, letting in the unseasonal southerly breeze. The sound of children on a playground came with it, and a few robins celebrating the possibility of worms. The weather forecast was calling for thunderstorms.

"From a guy in class. He says it's the good stuff."

"The cute queer?"

Justin flushed. "His name's Enrico, and I don't think he's queer. He's got a girlfriend."

"Oooohh, Enrico, you've broken my sweet little brother's heart."

"Will you stop?" he laughed, breaking the seal on the bottle. "Want to get drunk?"

She eyed the pint bottle skeptically. "I dunno. There's not very much."

There was plenty, as it turned out. The two teens, virgins with alcohol as with everything else, were tipsy before their second drink was done.

"Let's watch some porn," Julie slurred, heading for the computer.

Justin was having a tiny bit of difficulty speaking, too. "What kind?"

"Who cares? I'm horny. I wanna watch somebody getting fucked."

"'Fucked?' My what a dirty mouth you've got little sister. How about some tranny shit?"

"Yeah. That site with the hot slut who turned her boyfriend out."

"Get outta the chair, damn it. It's my turn."

"Justin," she whined. "I can't see from the floor."

"Then sit in my lap."

"Alright, I will! Am I too heavy?"

"You're a featherweight. But I can't reach the keyboard."

"I can. Look, there's a new set of pics up. Oh, God, J, check out her outfit!"

"Quit squirming around. Yeah, that's hot. A corset – and he's wearing one, too."

"Shit, check out their makeup. They look like such total sluts. What's she doing to him?"

"Fucking him with a strap-on."

"He really likes that!" She groaned. "Shit, it's in her pussy, too! I wonder what that feels like?"

"Sit still, J. I can't see."

"Oh, little brother, are you getting all hot and bothered? Your thingy's pushing against my butt."

"Can you blame me? I bet you're getting all wet, aren't you?"

"I can't help it." She leaned back against him, breathing heavily, gently rolling her hips. "Is this what getting drunk feels like? Which one would you like to fuck?"

He couldn't help but thrust against her. "Either. Both."

"Umm. Me, too. What's it called when you do more than one at a time?"

"Double something. Double penetration."

Her hands drifted to her chest, began squeezing. "I feel crazy, J. So damned horny. I need to touch myself. Is that okay?"

Her hair smelled fresh and clean, but he caught the faintest whiff of musk from somewhere. His hands went to her hips and helped her slide back and forth. "Are you wet?"


"Gushing. My nipples are so hard they ache." She grabbed his wrists. "Here. Feel them."

They felt like pencil erasers inside her bra. As he squeezed them, she arched off him and wailed softly. "I'm gonna cum, J! Please, pinch my tits and make me cum!"

As he did, she turned her head and attacked his mouth with her lips. "Gonna cum. Cum so good," she panted into his mouth.

"Fucking little slut," he whispered back. "Nasty little whore."

"Yes!" she screamed as the tide took her away. Far, far away. She felt the throbbing from his groin as she frantically rubbed herself against him.



"So," Julie said, worming onto Justin's lap and playing with his lengthening hair, "did you get it?"

"Yeah. He gave me some papers, too."

"I think he's got the hots for you. Did he flirt some more?"

"Well, kinda, I guess. He stood real close and his girlfriend was right there. I think he was wearing perfume today. And he bleached his hair almost white."

"Blondes have more fun. Maybe we should try it."

"Lucy's hair is purple, and I think her nipples are pierced."

Julie wiggled her tush. "You're getting hard again."

He laughed. "With your tight little ass pushing against it, how could it do anything else?"

"Am I sexier than they are?"

"Humm. Not sure."

She slapped his shoulder and pouted teasingly. "Bastard."

"Bitch."

"So let's get stoned. I wanna see what it's like. Then, I'll show you what I got today. You'll fucking freak."

After their first few gagging tries, they decided marijuana was even better than whiskey. Less raw, more sensual. Sharing a joint was intimate, especially when Julie took a deep hit and exhaled, via lip lock, straight into Justin's mouth.

"We're wicked. You know that, don't you?" he murmured.

"Umm," she purred. "Who knew wicked was so wonderful. Oh! Speaking of wicked!" She leapt off the sofa and headed for her bedroom.

"Where you going?"

"Roll another joint and mix us a drink. I'll be right back."

Justin had enough time to do both, and fifteen minutes more. "Hey," he called, "what's taking so long?"

"Close your eyes," she yelled.

Dutifully, he obeyed. He heard her tiptoeing across the old carpet.

"Okay, little brother. Gaze upon wickedness."

He was speechless. His sweet little sister didn't look sweet anymore. "Holy shit," he managed to whisper, somewhat hoarsely. She was wrapped, more or less, in a sequined red minidress with a plunging neckline. Her legs were clad in fishnet hose, her feet sporting perilous black stiletto heels. Her long brown hair framed a face he'd never seen before – mascaraed lashes, shadowed lids, lips to match her dress.

"You like?" she asked a little uncertainly.

"I fucking love! Where'd you get it?"

She broke into a wide grin. "Goodwill and Walgreen's." The smile faltered. "I didn't do a very good job with the makeup."

"You look great! Hot! Nasty!"

"Really? I was afraid you'd think I looked like a clown."

"Get that sweet ass over here, Bozo, and have a drink and smoke."

Her walk in the heels was awkward, but the admiration in her brother's eyes made her feel incredible. She marveled at the red stain her lips left on the joint and the rim of her glass. She preened beneath Justin's rapt gaze. "I could get used to this," she said before feeding him more smoke straight from her lungs.

"So could I," he panted.

She giggled. "I was right. You look great wearing my lipstick. No! Don't wipe it off."

He licked his lips, savoring the candy flavor. "Okay – if you'll sit on my lap and give me some more."

"Gladly, you pervert." The whisper of her hose was intoxicating as she settled herself, calves tucked under her, atop her brother on the couch.

"I can see your panties," he moaned as she pulled hard on the weed.

Their lips ground together far longer than was necessary just to exchange smoke. She rubbed her fiery core against the molten heat of his jean-clad erection until they both climaxed explosively. Their kisses became tender and soft as they caught their breath.

"Yeah," he whispered into her ear. "I could really get used to this."



Justin heard the clack of her high heels on the cracked linoleum of the kitchen floor. He closed the front door against the afternoon June sunshine and watched Julie pose in the kitchen archway. He devoured the sight of her bare legs beneath the tight black skirt and the cotton blouse thin enough to reveal her black bra. She'd straightened her mid-back length hair, and had arranged wisps to fall in front of her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face. Her rich lips shone dark blue, her eyelids were done in a glittery charcoal, and dark eyes were framed by wide black liner.

A hand tipped with long black nails rested on one hip. The other held a glass half filled with amber fluid and ice. "Come and get it, baby," she purred.

He smiled and dropped his book bag to the floor. "Which – you or the drink?"

Her grin dispelled her jaded sex-kitten look. "Both, you idiot."

He closed the distance between them, picked her up, and squeezed her close. She hurriedly set the glass on the table. Her mouth attacked his. He could taste the lipstick and whiskey and marijuana on her breath. She groaned into him as he squeezed her ass and moved her hips against his.

Tearing her lips away from his, she stared him in the eyes, her lids drooping. "Make me come, fucker." She locked her ankles around his waist, forcing him to support her weight. "Rub your long fat cock against my slimy cunt and make me cum." She leaned away and hung from his neck, eyes still holding his as she rolled her hips. "Yeah, dry fuck your slutty little sister, J. Make this whore cum."

He backed her against the wall, felt her tits crush against his chest and her lips did the same to his mouth. Less that a minute later, she broke the kiss and screamed her release.

"That didn't take long," he panted. "What the hell had you so ready."

She delayed answering long enough for a lingering kiss while she lowered her legs to the floor. "Fuck I needed that. I was watching makeup tutorials on U-tube and got sucked in by all the TV and TS chicks doing transformations."

"Again?"

"Now, honey, please?" she cooed playfully. "No more, 'maybe next time.' It'll be so hot. You'll love it. I'll make it worth your while. Promise."

He swallowed. "Well, okay, I guess."

"You will?" He felt her trembling against him. "Really?"

"You know that I can't say no to you."

She bumped him with her pelvis and favored him with a wicked smile. "Not for long, anyway. Besides, we both know you want this as bad as I do. At least your cock does."


He pulled away, grinning sheepishly. "Can I least have a drink and joint first?"

She squealed and clapped her hands. "I'll go get everything ready." She started to scamper from the kitchen, then pivoted and kissed him again. "Justin, I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He swatted her tight ass. "Now go away and let me get wasted enough to go through with this."

She smirked, wiggled exaggeratedly away, and blew him as kiss before vanishing around the corner.

The first thing he noticed when she came back a few minutes later was that her bra was gone. His jaw gaped and his eyes took in his first glorious view, only partially blocked by the thin cotton blouse, of her naked tits. Her swollen nipples dented it as if trying to split the fabric. "Jesus fuck!" he breathed.

She shivered under his searing gaze. Wetting freshly re-painted lips, she whispered, "You don't think they're too little?"

"God, no," he groaned. "They're absolutely perfect."

"I think maybe the birth control pills have made them a little bigger already. I wish I had a real rack."

"God, J, you'd look like a total fuck bunny."

Her voice was soft and low. "Just for you, J. I want to be your total wet dream."

His eyes were wide, his voice as soft. "You already are, baby."

She broke the gaze. "Don't make me cry. I couldn't afford water proof mascara,"

He noticed, finally, that she'd brought a small piece of luggage with her. She placed it on the kitchen table, flipped its top, and exposed the wide array of makeup she'd gathered over the last months. "Slide your chair away from the table, hon."

He did. Both of them were highly aware of the thick bulge tenting his cut off jeans. Julie nudged his legs together and straddled his lap, facing him.



"Oh my God!" she half moaned, half exclaimed. "My fucking God!" Her hips were bumping feverishly against his swollen dick, her eyes raking his face, devouring it. "You're so fucking hot, Justin!"

"Let me see," he whispered, trying to dislodge her. 

She wrapped her ankles around the chair rungs and ground against him even harder, eyes wide, head flung back, as her pussy flooded her white thong panties. She grunted, "Dirty fucking sluts. Pair of nasty whores. Cumming. Fuck. Cumming real good."

Justin, his cock as hard as steel, held his sister as she cooed and cuddled and recovered from her orgasm. Finally, he held her at arm's length and smiled into her hooded eyes. "Now can I look?"

Stroking his cheek tenderly, she grinned back and disentangled herself from his lap. Taking his hand, she led him to her bedroom and the fully mirrored closet doors. 

"Jesus fucking Christ," he whimpered, stunned by the anomaly of his image. A shocked girl was staring back at him. A girl in jeans and tee shirt, without breasts, granted – but an incredibly sexy girl nonetheless. Her blue eyes were huge, bordered with heavy black eyeliner and thick, long black lashes, framed by charcoal shadow. Her skin was pale, her high cheekbones blooming with blush. Her rich red mouth glistened in an oval of happy surprise. Her haircut was boyish, like her clothes, but she'd still turn heads. Unconsciously, Justin's right hand rubbed his swollen crotch.

"Take it out," came a moan from behind him. He tore his eyes from the mirror, saw Julie spread lewdly on the bed, both hands crammed into her tiny panties and working feverishly. "Jack off for the pretty sluts, baby. Show them how much they turn you on."

Julie's gaze leapt back and forth, from the gorgeous, thick cock she'd never before seen, to the gorgeous tranny eagerly pumping the shaft. Her orgasm came simultaneously with Justin's eruption, and her ejaculation was nearly as voluminous as his.



They lay side by side on Julie's bed, legs spread wide, staring at the mirrors, panting. Julie's right calf was thrown over Justin's left. Her cunt was a naked, gaping inflamed wound, leaking cum, his cock a swollen purple log. Their matching black minidresses were tugged above their waists, their identical red mouths parted in lust, their heavily made up eyes locked upon one another's reflected mages.




A Love Story



Julie's red-tipped nails pinched her nipples. "Did he notice your eyebrows," she groaned.

Justin nodded and his own lengthened and painted nails tickled his bellybutton. "Yeah, and my pierced ears. He said the gold studs were awesome, and asked me if I ever wore hoops."

Her tongue darted over her lips. "What else?"

"He . . . he came up real close. I could tell he was wearing mascara – just a little – and maybe some foundation. He asked me what perfume I was wearing." His hands drifted lowered, and began tickling his shaft with the same light feathery touches. He shuddered and moaned. "I could smell his breath. He'd been smoking cigarettes."

Julie's hand drifted down her body. She hissed as she briefly rolled her clitoris, then moved her hand sideways onto her brother's sleek, hairless thigh. "He could see your lip gloss. Did he try to kiss you?"

Justin's entire body jerked with her tender caress. "No," he half wailed. His eyes became huge blue pools as her fingers encircled his dick.

"Did you want him to?" she whispered as she began slowly stroking the first cock she'd ever touched.

"No . . . yes . . . oh, fuck Julie. That feels so good."

"Did you wish you could suck him off, take his sweet dick between those gorgeous lips of yours?"

"I don't know how."

"You do it like this," she said, sinuously curving up and around and down, opening her mouth, and kissing the engorged head of her brother's massive erection. Shew savored the tang of their mixed orgasms. His back arched, and, astonishing them both, his entire cock vanished down her throat. After he'd spewed between her now smeared lips, she slid up him until their lips ground together in the wildest kiss they'd ever shared.



Julie's back arched and she screamed rawly, her erect, ringed nipples straining toward the ceiling, long taloned fingers pulling violently on her brother's hair as she forced his face even deeper into her spasming cunt. He fought for air, gasping as he broke free. His makeup was ruined, but he wore a huge smile as he slid up to snuggle beside her.

"Fuck, you're good at that," she said lovingly as she groped for the cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. She sucked one to life, handed it to him. "Your tongue is almost as long as your dick. Are you as good at sucking cock?"

He smirked as he exhaled. "Enrico says I'm the best he's ever had."

She slapped his arm playfully as she retrieved the cig. "Fucking slut. When are you going to give him your ass cherry?"

He frowned playfully, breathing smoke through smeared red lips. "He doesn't fuck boys. Only Lucy."

"Will he let you do him?"

"He might, but I've never asked."

"Why?"

"Cause I want you to be the only one I fuck."

She giggled and rolled atop him, "You say the sweetest things, J. But you can fuck other guys if you want – just make sure mine's the only pussy you put it into."

He peered deeply into her eyes. "Promise. But the offer to let you fuck around still stands, love. I mean, we both know you're as much a slut as I am. And you're way hotter than me. Instead of fuck fingering yourself or using the dildo, you could -"

"- What I could do and what I want to do are two different things, babe. But thanks for the compliment. You just earned yourself a smoking blow job."

She slid down and he watched through heavy, lowered lashes as she slowly bathed his hairless eight inches in a thick cloud of smoke, then easily swallowed his entire length.



Jasmine's stiletto heeled boots clacked across the hardwood floor as she flipped through the mail on her way to the kitchen table. "Electric bill, junk, junk, credit card bill, junk junk, junk." she said morosely to no one, in her melodic, husky feminine voice. She tapped a cigarette from the pack on the table, clutching it between curved red nails, and lit it with a deep sigh. Her arched brows furrowed slightly, and her bright red lips frowned. Unconsciously, she swept her white blonde hair away from her face.

The sound of a key in the front latch pulled her from her reverie, and her sister, wearing an equally sad expression, took a chair. The changes in Julie were nearly as dramatic as in her brother/sister. Her black painted lips bore two silver rings, with a silver stud between and below them. Her scooped black blouse nearly exposed her nipples, and her matching skirt was short enough to bare her stocking tops as she sat.

"Find out anything?" Jasmine asked.

"He's going to be okay," Julie answered, lighting her own smoke "but Aunt Paula made it clear that we were never to contact anyone in the family again."

They sat in silence for a few moments. "Well, it's not like we expected anything different," Jasmine almost whispered. With a little more strength, she added, "I'm still glad we told them, instead of letting them find out some other way."

Julie nodded. "I guess it could have been worse. Daddy could have called the cops. Gay marriage may be legal, but incest isn't."

Jasmine giggled unconvincingly, took her hand, squeezed it. "No regrets?"

She squeezed back and smiled weakly. "Regrets? Sure. But I wouldn't change a thing, Jazz. You know that. You're all I want in life. All I've ever wanted."

The blonde got up and bent into the fridge, her dress tightening over her round ass. "Care for a mimosa and a doobie to celebrate?"

"Sure. But celebrate what?"

"Why, Plan B, of course. No more allowance from Dad. No more tuition. We're on our own."

Julie chuckled throatily. Her stockings hissed as she rubbed her thighs together. "God, it makes me wet just thinking about it. Let's take the weed and booze to the bedroom, baby. Let's fuck one another raw."



Her raven mane was down to her ass now, and moved in waves with each powerful high heeled step. Her huge tits bounced within the silvery halter top, thin enough for her protruding, ringed nipples to be evident. Her bare, rock hard abs were decorated with a gleaming diamond pendant dangling from her navel down to the top of her low riding sequined skirt.

"My sister the exhibitionist slut," Jazz laughed from the sofa, turning off the pre-release version of his most recent DVD. "Jewel - the only stripper I've ever heard of who wears her work clothes home every night."

Julie – aka "Jewel" - smiled roguishly and flipped her she-male sibling the finger. "You love it as much as I do," she accused, dropping down beside Jazz and forcefully kissing her with a darting tongue. She nibbled on her lover's mouth. "I love how soft and fat your lips are now, baby. But that porn-star lipstick tastes like shit."

"Oops. Sorry. Forgot to gloss them for you." She fondled Julie's heavy tits. "How did the customers like the new girls?"

Julie opened her purse, dumped currency into their laps. "God, I had three guys cum in their slacks while they played with them. About an extra three hundred dollars. They'll pay for themselves in under six months, just like we figured." She pouted and ran her fingers through Jazz's gleaming platinum mane. "Sooner if you'd let me go full time."

"No!" Jazz insisted. "The deal was we both work part time until we get our degrees."

"But you could make even more than you do now if we got you implants, baby. I know how much you want tits, too. Why wait longer than we have to?"

Jazz slapped the black taloned hand tickling her bare thigh. "What's wrong with my little boobies?"

"Those cute little swollen nipples aren't tits, love. You need hooters like mine."

"What the producers all want is for me to get my balls cut off and do hormone replacement therapy."

"No fucking way! That cock belongs to me, J! And it better fucking stay in full working order!"

Jazz climbed onto her sister's lap and stroked her cheek. "Just teasing. You're so fucking easy."

Jewel tugged both their skirts up, stroked her brother, and fingered herself. "Easy? You're the porn-star-slash-hooker, Jazz. You had, what, four cocks in you today? Double-fucked on camera twice?"

"Well, I turned a trick on the way home, too. Just a blow job, though."

"So that's where the lip gloss went! Smeared on some john's cock!"

"On some john's condom," Jazz corrected with mock fierceness. "What kind of whore do you think I am?"

"My kind," Jewel grunted as she angled her hips up and bent her brother's hard shaft down, driving herself up onto it. "Fuck me hard, you sleazy cocksucking bitch. Fill me with cum. Then suck it out and pull my clit ring with your teeth til I scream."



They lay face to face, breast to breast in their bed, kissing and cooing as the sweat of their lovemaking slowly dried. They whispered sweet nothings as they finished a cigarette. Jewel finally pulled away, ground out the butt, and asked firmly, "Okay, love, what's bothering you?"

Jazz tried to avoid her eyes. "Bothering me? Why -"

"- Can the shit, sweet tits. Who the fuck do you think you're kidding? For the past two weeks you've been doing your damnedest to avoid talking about something. Spill it."

Jazz reached for another cig. It bobbed between her smeared red lips as she spoke. "It's just work shit. Nothing serious."

Jewel laughed. Her own lips were unsullied, thanks to the permanent makeup she'd had tattooed on both lips and eyelids. She tweaked her brother's distended nipple, proudly tipping his own large breast. "If it's no big deal, why don't you want to tell me about it? Fucking ditzy blonde."

Jazz giggled and slapped his sister's hand away from his tit. "Fucking goth cunt. Okay, okay! No tickling! I give!" He sobered slightly and drew hard on the cigarette. "Ever since I got my implants, Rory's been pressuring me to do a video with a girl."

"Oh!" Jewel's shock was evident. "But it's right in your contract! Guys and shemales only."

Jazz snorted smoke. "Like that matters! Fucking asshole! He won't give it up. He's even started talking mean. Kind of veiled threats."

"I told you he was bad news."

"Yeah, but he pays better than anyone else in the business, J." He fidgeted as Jewel took the cig from him. "He could really make life tough. He knows everybody. He could really make it hard for me to find work – and one word to his cop friends would make even turning tricks a very bad idea."

Jewel finished the cigarette in thoughtful silence, unconsciously tapping her tongue stud against her front teeth..

Jazz speared her with narrowed blue eyes. "I know that look. What's going on in that devious little brain, sis?"

"Devious? Me?"

Jazz grabbed a nipple ring between two long red nails and tugged. "Spill it, lover, or I'll stretch your tit so far it'll hook to your clit."

"Ooh," Jewel purred, arching her back in pleasure. "That feels good, babe. More."

Jazz laughed and released her grip. "Fucking pain slut. Tell me what's on your mind, or I won't hurt you."

"Bitch. Okay. I was just thinking. Your lover boy, Enrico, and his slut . . . what's her name? With the purple hair"

"Lucy. But it's pink now. Or was last week."

"Yeah, Lucy. Well, they were film majors, right? You were always bragging about how great they were."

". . .And . .?" Jazz drawled.

She propped herself up on one elbow, green eyes agleam. "What if we went into business for ourselves. Could you sell that piece of shit Rory a video of you fucking a hot, nasty chick for some real money?"

Jazz sat up quickly in bed, tits jiggling magnificently. "Have you lost your fucking mind, Julie! I am not, under any circumstances – ever! - going to fuck -"

"- Any cunt but mine. I know."

Jazz flopped back against his pillow, eyes huge beneath vast black lashes. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Jewel smirked. "You know what a hopeless fucking exhibitionist I am, love."

Jazz teasingly slapped a ringed tit. "A sleazy nymphomaniac with a degree in marketing."

Jewel nodded and thrust her hips into the air. "My filthy cunt's dripping more than your cum just thinking about it."

Jazz's head went down to verify her claim. His cock was steel hard once again.



The ominous backdrops had been painted by talented graffiti artists. The "dungeon" may not have been real, but everything else was. The chain restraining Jewel, bent forward at the waist, were thick. The weights dangling from her nipples rings and stretching her tits toward the floor were heavy. Those distending her swollen pussy lips weighed less, and swung in time with her joyous shrieks, both instigated by Jazz's long cock, slamming rhythmically into her asshole.

"Cumming!" the raven maned woman screamed, her wide green eyes blind with the intensity of her orgasm.

Jazz jerked his thick, throbbing cock from her ass, and spun the turntable his sister was mounted upon, adding a circular motion to the swaying weights which seemed to redouble both Jewel's pain and pleasure. The platinum-blonde shemale's long-nailed hand stroked his dick, his heavily made up face contorted by his own orgasm, as he painted his co-star's face with jet after jet of sperm.

The scene on the large-screen TV faded to credits, the soundtrack of first-class industrial rock filled the living room, and Jazz sat up on the sofa, licking the remains of Jewel's last spurting orgasm from his smeared lips.

Jewel opened her eyes and ran black nails through Jazz's white tresses. Her smile was soft and filled with joy. "God, I love you little brother. I never get tired of watching that scene. Our third movie's got to be some of the best porn ever made."

Jazz kissed her thigh and slithered onto the couch beside her. He ran his hands through his tangled hair and groaned. "Fuck, I'll be glad when we can smoke again! I need a cigarette!"

"Patience, baby," she purred, stroking his dick. "One more month. But right now, momma's hungry. Stand up like a good daddy and feed me my bottle."

Jazz kissed her lingeringly before climbing to his stiletto-clad feet and letting her engulf his straining meat. As he skull-fucked her, he gazed lovingly down, past their tits, at her sleek rounded belly. His eyes closed as his sister's lips and tongue and throat did all the right things. "Yeah. Suck it out, slut. Suck it all out. Gotta made sure our twins get enough protein."