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Roo

By: egmontgrigor2010



CHAPTER 1

When Roosevelt Richards left home shortly before his nineteenth birthday after his solo mom married a whining near alcoholic, he went well south and settled in Holman City, Texas. Roosevelt immediately engaged an attorney to have his name legally changed to Roo Richards, to rid him of a moniker he regarded as inappropriate.

That process swallowed almost half of Roo's money but he didn't have to advise his bank and insurance and credit card company of the adjustment in name change because he hadn't accessed those services. At Junior High Roo had mostly been called by the shortened version of his name anyway. When all documentation was completed and the attorney Annette Foot found Roo was no longer in contact with his family, she invited him home for a Saturday cook-out.

There the tall and curly dark-headed Roo met lively Belinda Foot and thought he felt something flash between them but then her two older brothers called him over to look at the '56 Ford pickup they were restoring.

It was a good family occasion and Roo was made to feel at home.

Roo found a low-paying job preparing vehicles for their new owners at a Chevrolet dealership and within three years was making big money (for him) selling trucks at a Ford dealership. One day a very attractive young woman came up to him and said, 'Roo?"

"Oh hi," he said to the stranger.

She smiled and said she was Belinda Foot.

"Annette's daughter," he gaped.

She giggled and said yes all grown up and invited him to lunch at a restaurant on Saturday. It would be a family post-graduation dinner for her.

"But I'm not family."

"It doesn't matter Roo, honestly."

"But why?"

The beautiful blonde eyed him steadily. "Because you are one of the few guys to have made a real impact on me."

"But I've only met you the once."

"That's when it happened. I can invite you to lunch but you might think it improper of me to ask you for a date."

"Belinda, thanks for inviting me to lunch but it's for family. Instead ask me for a date."

"May I take you to a movie and then to dinner on Sunday?"

"Yes, I'd really like that Belinda."

"And then what?"

Roo grinned. "I really like you Belinda. You have an unusual style. Are you thinking sex?"

"Yes."

"Well let's have perhaps three dates to get to know one another."

"Are you intending to talk to my mother about this?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because Annette was the first person in this city to befriend me and I'd not wish to upset that relationship."

"How can you have such high ethics when you have not been to college?"

"With me it's a feeling Belinda. Your mom is the loveliest woman I've ever met. May I ask did you learn ethics at college?"

"We studied them."

"What I actually want to know was did you learn anything from that study?"

Belinda thought about that. "I guess there was nothing new to learn."

"Because of the way you were brought up?"

"Yes I suppose it was."

"Well same here. Even poor families can be highly principled."

"I meant no..."

"No offence taken. You are now very beautiful and could have your choice of males to date you."

"I know and that's why I've chosen you."

* * *

Annette Foot studied the young man opposite her. She rarely took a lunch break but Roo had said it was important, as a friend, so they met at a café opposite her office. She had been unable to guess what he wished to discuss. She mused he was no longer the gaunt guy she'd first met, now looking muscular and fit, no doubt big into exercising and perhaps belonged to a gym because his work was rather sedentary.

"Belinda came to me yesterday and invited me to her post-graduation lunch tomorrow."

Annette was shocked. So that's why Belinda had asked was Roo still in town.

"My goodness, that's a surprise. You've only met her the once haven't you?"

"Yes."

"I said no because it would be family but we agreed to date on Sunday."

"I see."

Roo said before any such association began he'd like to know Annette's thoughts.

"Well this is unusual for me. I don't know what to think."

"Then I'll not date her."

Annette's reaction was quick. "No don't do that, I don't wish to be responsible for you doing that. But why, why you?"

"I also asked that and she relied I had impressed her as a person and she'd not forgotten that. I didn't tell her this but must admit when I met her four years ago I honestly felt as if something passed between us."

"Well I know what you're talking about. I have experienced that with people but very rarely. I'd use the term a feeling of kindred spirit."

"To misquote a little, 'Bumble was a fat man, and didn't respond to this open-hearted salutation in a kindred spirit'."

"Omigod, that's from Oliver Twist. How is it you know that?"

Roo looked a little taken aback but said shyly, "I completed a two-year associate degree course in English literature online last year to improve my education and my ability to learn new things and am now doing an associate degree course on business management."

"Oh you good boy, I'm so proud of you."

Roo hung his head.

Any seized the opportunity she'd long be waiting for. 

"Roo," she said gently. "Am I some kind of substitute mother to you?"

He nodded.

"Roo please look at me."

As soon as they had eye contact she said, "I am honored Roo, there is no need for us to speak of this again."

He smiled and then grinned, "Aren't we discussing Belinda?"

""I'm happy for you to date her and to go as far as she allows you. Belinda is an adult now. At the same time I admire you for seeking my opinion and I assure you I'm happy about it. What say you and I have a quick lunch every Friday whenever we can both make it."

"Sure, I'd like that. You look great in that blue suit Annette."

She blushed, surprising herself, having thought she no longer colored expect in anger.

Roo and Belinda dated for two months and then her Teaching Certificate arrived and when she left for Fort Worth to take up a supervised teaching position to begin her career in education.

The next time Belinda came home a boyfriend accompanied her. Annette apologized to Roo when she gave him the news but he looked at her brightly and said, "These things happen. I must say you don't look particularly happy."

Annette hesitated and then said, "On of our male friends told me two days ago he suspects his wife and my husband Dan are having an affair. That revelation made me more than suspicious."

"Damn, I'm sorry."

Annette smiled and said, "These things happen. Let's have a glass of wine to help me out of the dumps. Dan is a good companion and therefore I don't intend to confront him and to ditch him."

"In having you Dan is one lucky guy."

Annette buried her head in the menu to hide her flush.

* * *

A few weeks after that adulterous revelation, Roo was promoted to sales manager (new vehicles) and that Friday invited Annette to dinner to celebrate. Later when alongside her vehicle they kissed goodnight and the way Annette had pushed against him made Roo aware it was more than a good night kiss between friends. He pulled away and said goodnight softly and they exchanged a lingering look before Annette pushed her remote and Roo opened the unlocked door for her.

"You ought to trade in his lackluster and aged vehicle. We have a good range of new vehicles over-filling our showroom at the moment but a few days ago accepted a year-old black Mercedes coupe that has you written all over it. I'll be honest, we'll have difficulty finding a buying in this city for it and may have to..."

"I'll call in around 11:00 in the morning. Seduce me with a great deal."

Roo waved her off and from that moment began thinking of Annette sexually despite her being much older than he was. It was her and not her age that mattered. That kiss and her use of that word 'seduce' were signals what were on his mind.

Annette did a deal on the Mercedes next day and then everything between them returned to normal, she giving him just a sweet little kiss when they met and departed after lunch on Fridays. That ease between them lasted until two months later in July. 

At the Friday lunch Annette said, "Belinda and her boyfriend and his family are on a hiking tour in Colorado and Dan is visiting his parents for two weeks in Florida. He knows his parents are too loud for me and become abusive to one another when they get drunk, which is often, and so didn't argue when I said I wouldn't accompany him. He'll probably enjoy other women in Florida."

"Why don't you move in with me? I'm well settled into my new apartment."

"Are you thinking of adultery?"

"Yes."

"Omigod Roo, I'm nineteen years older than you."

"Yes and I know that."

Annette then told him she'd often thought of having sex with him, ever since she'd heard the allegation her husband was having an affair."

Roo wrote the address on the back of his business card and handed it to Annette.

"Then if you wish to be fucked show up."

Face burning Annette asked should she arrive by cab or could he obtain secure parking for her."

"Yes I'll arrange that parking permission as soon as I return to my office. Will you come this evening?"

Annette nodded and warned she no longer had the body of a young woman.

Roo just grinned and ran his tongue over his top lip and stared at her. Annette appeared to be fighting an urge to lunge at him.

A courier arrived late afternoon with a security pass to the basement parking area and the space she was authorized to occupy and also a card to access the elevator and the number of Roo's apartment.

* * *

Annette rang the apartment bell and the door opened immediately and Roo greeted with a very moist kiss, to which she responded by slightly opening her mouth and their tongues touched momentarily.

Roo led her into the main bedroom and threw her overnight bag on to the bed. He drew his hands down low behind Annette's hips and drew up her dress until he could sink his hands into the base of her butt. She practically hyperventilated and a wave of small orgasms raced through parts of her body. 

"Omigod Roo," she moaned.

He pulled her against his groin and commanded, "Expose your tits for me."

Annette groaned and pushed down her top and bra to fee one and Roo noisily sucked a nipple enthusiastically and she was sure he murmured good one.

"Unzip me... my erection is caught up and is half-killing me."

Annette pulled down his zip and dug out his cock, the size of which made her gasp God it was long enough to go halfway down her throat. Her breasts were swelling and she believed the lips of her vulva were swollen and throbbing, the entrance had widened and was lubed ready for the insertion. Riding on a wave of desire she thought if he backed off now she'd kill him.

He didn't back off but the real action was a long time coming. He lay back over the edge of the bed, a clear invitation for Annette to demonstrate a good solo performance on a ready and waiting dick. She ran through the routine she remembered from her distant past that ranged from blowing and licking to deep-throating to ball sucking and then applying the big tease when she had him on the verge of ejaculating until he finally pleaded, "You cruel bitch, please let me get off."

Annette took his three salvos into her mouth and when he watched intently, waiting for her to swallow. Instead she spat his semen on to his belly. Roo groaned in despair, as if she'd wasted a highly prized bounty.

They swapped places and Annette thought perhaps she might pay for having teased him for so long that he had to plead for release.

She wasn't wrong.

Roo fell face down into her groin and worked his tongue and fingers and strummed her like a classical guitarist. With every taut nerve caught up in this virtuoso sexual assault, that triggered a big scream to bring her over the top. He obliged, change down gear into long heavy licks and rammed a dry finger into her anus.

Annette, sweating and writhing, bathed his face in her liquids and he prolonged her huge release almost to the point of discomfort by lapping into her wide-open opening. 

They rested for about ten minutes and then Roo took her on her side from behind and she timed her rocking to his thrusting and she sight in relief forty minutes later when he grunted into his release about a minute after she mewed like a kitten and came only to be told to keep going, not to deprive him of his big moment.

Annette staggered back from the bathroom to drop asleep in near-exhaustion only to hear the idiot inquire, "Are you ready to do again?"

Dimly she heard him add, "Just joking."

Thank Christ for that.

She awoke in the morning to find herself being fucked. Well it was her fault for sleeping nude and she did have a tendency to sleep with her legs wide apart. She thought it would be best if she ended this association before it got out of hand and left her with dislocated hips and a pussy wide enough to garage a small car.

They went out to breakfast at 11:00 and after being coaxed into eating a small steak, tomatoes and potato cakes and drink black coffee instead of her usual honey on two pieces of toast and herbal tea, Annette was astonished to find herself enjoying Roo's company and feeling so much better she heard herself asking should she move in with Roo for a week.

He was delighted whereas Annette was appalled that her mouth had got ahead of her brain.

Actually the affair lasted ten months, petering to a finish. Then it was the end of the school year in June and Belinda arrived home for the long break.

Two days later Belinda called Roo and asked if she could come and see him. He suggested lunch but she said sharply no way. He thought she must be in a foul mood. She arrived at the appointed time and he went to kiss her but she ducked away and yelled, "Don't tough me you foul jerk."

That sent Roo's alarm bell ringing.

"Please sit down," he said quietly and sat behind his desk rather than beside her. She would have less chance of launching a physical assault with the desk between them.

"This is about you and my mother, you adulterous pig."

Well that was sufficient to indicate that she knew Roo had been screwing her mom.

He waited and she glared and she said, "I'm suppose I'm about to be told it's none of my business."

"I won't claim that."

She waited but Roo kept his mouth shut, thinking the less he said the better and although he hadn't said he'd been fucking her mom the fact he hadn't denied the adultery would be sufficient confirmation for her. It meant he hadn't lied to her and she wouldn't have to try to wrench a confession from him.

"Well?"

"I can see you are upset?"

She said heatedly, "I await your apology."

"My apology, whatever for?"

"For having sex with my mother you adulterous jerk."

Roo said equally heatedly, "Is you mother complaining?"

"What?"

That seemed to throw her. "Not that I know of. But what about me and dad and our extended family and our friends?"

Roo said firmly. "You are being unreasonable Belinda and also you are out of order. If your mother is not complaining then what's your problem?"

"If I fucked your mother and you found out then you'd know what the problem is and would understand right now how I feel."

"Belinda this shouldn't be a problem between you and me. Your mother chose to be involved with me in a very adult situation, repeatedly."

"An adulterous relationship."

"Yes."

She said scornfully, "Well?"

"I'll say this: You are upset because you didn't think your mother would do such a thing and with me of all people because of my age. Well let me tell you I only fuck women I like so I have nothing to be ashamed about in my relationship with your mother and if it's hurt you then I'm sorry and therefore accept some blame for that."

"Is that an apology?"

Roo thought about telling her to get lost but instead said, "Yes I am sorry I have hurt you."

"Thank you. Are you taking me to lunch?"

"What?"

Belinda said cattily, "I'm prepared to pay half the bill."

"No I mean, well I mean that was such a reversal that you caught me by surprise."

"I know you well enough to know you are not a bad man Roo."

She half-smiled at him as she departed.

Over lunch Belinda said. "One of my friends you have met saw you and mom at a restaurant late one night and she thought although your weren't doing anything improper you were sitting so close and talking so intimately she thought you two had recently had sex."

"I see. That would have been Dawn Komroski. I remembered seeing her one night."

"Komorowski actually. Yes."

"Well we tried to behave decorously."

"Yes well Dawn obviously doesn't need glasses. You know during our heated exchange three things cooled my temper. You did offer some sort of apology to me whereas I thought you wouldn't, you didn't ask if I had confronted mom about this and you didn't mention you know dad has a mistress."

"Well mentioning either or both two last points would only have inflamed the situation and really were none of my business. If you must know it was your mom who suggested we stop meeting. That was about ten days ago. I suggested we could resume after you returned to Fort Worth but she said no, the longer we continued the more likely we'd be found out and I agree. How are you liking Forth Worth?"

Outside the restaurant they said goodbye cordially, didn't touch and went off in opposite directions and to Roo that reflected where the state of their current relationship. Two hours later Roo received a call from Annette inviting him to dinner that evening. He was wondering whether or not to accept when Annette said, "Belinda called a few minutes ago suggesting I invite you to dinner."

"Belinda?"

"Yes as you know she's my daughter and is back home for the summer."

"Of course."

"I assume she had ideas about resuming dating you."

"Um..."

"That would be fine with me Roo. Please accept."

"Yes and thanks. You're a great woman Annette."

The evening went well and both females kissed Roo when he arrived and when he left. He concluded his relationships with the family were back on even keel. Dan Foot was reasonably friendly but wasn't at that warm to his wife and daughter either.

Two days later Belinda called Roo and complained he hadn't been in contact. He responded recklessly.

"Come over for dinner this evening and bring an overnight bag."

"Okay, thanks. I assume you are not suggesting I sleep on the sofa?"

"Let's fuck as soon as you arrive to clear up any uncertainties between us Belinda."

She giggled and cut the call.

For the remainder of the summer Roo and Belinda were inseparable and he dabbed his eyes with his free hand when he held the sobbing Annette when they waved Belinda off for her return to Fort Worth to prepare for the new school year.

CHAPTER 2

Three weeks after Belinda's departure, the CEO of the dealership Latham Jones announced in an email there would be farewell to the retiring general manager on Friday. Late that same day as Roo was preparing to go home he was called into the CEO's office and also there was the principal owner of the company who was company chairman. 

"We have had our eye on you for sometime Roo," said the elderly Arnold Roper. "We have decided to offer you $5000 for passing you over as our choice of our incoming general manager who will be Gary (manager of the pre-owned division). I'm sorry young man. Is there anything you wish to say?"

"Yes Mr Roper. Gary is your grandson and is next to hopeless and will run your business into the ground without really trying."

"That is impertinent of you young man."

"Just remember Arnold, I did warn you."

"Get out of this office now."

Roo winked at Latham as he left. He wrote out his resignation and cleared out his desk and went home by cab.


Roo Tales: The Quiz



These are the Roo Tales - a collection of stories written for, and inspired by, my beautiful online daughter Roo. Roo is of course 18.

Roo Tales - The Quiz

Question 4 - How much pocket money does your Dad give you?

a) Under £5 a week b) More than £5 a week c) As much as I need

Hmm.

Roo wrinkled her nose and ticked one of the boxes. We were passing time on a train to Scotland - an otherwise empty first class carriage was making the 5 hours more comfortable, although for some reason Roo had decided to lay on the seat with her legs draped over my lap as she read the questions from Heat or Nutz or Twatz - whatever this week's 'indispensable guide to the lives of tedious nonentity celebrities' was called. We were doing "How great is your Daddy?"

Surprisingly, the quiz had failed to fully grab my attention and my mind was flicking between the countryside and Roo's legs. I had chosen to awkwardly hold onto her foot rather than plump for the more natural option of resting my hand on her bare thigh. Nonetheless the position was slightly uncomfortable for various reasons.

I found myself wishing trains still made that noise from the bygone days of steam. How nice it would be to let one's mind wander to the curiously reassuring rhythm. "de de de da! de de de da! Look at that cow, there in the field, your daughter's bare legs NO! Over the points, chug a chug chug, chicken and chips, your daughter's bare -

Dad?

Sorry...what?

Question 7. On a train to Scotland you notice your father sneaking furtive glances up your skirt. Do you:

a) Do nothing b) Stop the train and storm off vowing never to speak to him again c) Wriggle slightly in your position allowing him to get a better view of your white knickers

I blushed crimson. Caught red handed! Ah well at least she hadn't opted for b. I caught her eye and she gave me a wink. I'd got away with it, thank God.

Something had been happening between Roo and me lately. Little exchanges, glances, smiles at breakfast. I guessed she was practising her flirting technique on the only man available in her day to day life. There was only one male teacher at her all girls school, and she had pretty much rejected the lanky young idiots who loitered awkwardly in the shopping centre making lewd noises like the ignorant pigs they were. She was a stunner that's for sure. I was dreading the day she brought home some hopelessly unsuitable - oh!

Roo had turned the page of her magazine. As part of the process she had wriggled slightly in her position and allowed me to get a better view of her white knickers. The whole movement seemed so natural and unforced I wondered for a moment whether she was even aware. She had pulled the magazine up to cover her face to avoid eye contact.

As I drank in the beautiful sight - the legs slightly parted, the skirt ridden up to her waist on one side, the perfect mound of her young vagina flimsily protected by the thin white material, the contours of her nicely puffy lips clearly apparent as her hips tilted towards me - I found myself not sure what to do. I mean if she genuinely hadn't noticed then it would be wrong of me to -, yet if she was expecting me to somehow respond... 

Her voice appeared from behind the magazine:

Question 9. The loving, attentive gaze of your Daddy has made your panties soaking wet. Do you:

a) do nothing b) clench tightly to stop any further flow and hope he hasn't noticed c) invite him to investigate fully the source of this moisture

It was true...as I looked closer I could see the material had become almost transparent between her legs and her lips were clearly visible

Roo thought a moment. Hmmm... c)

Taking my cue I at last rested my hand on her bare thighs. So soft. Slowly, ever so slowly I moved up her leg, my touch a mere whisper. When I let my hand rest on her hip, my little finger trailing in the crook of her leg, brushing almost imperceptibly against the white material she gasped slightly...

Her voice had become thick and uncontrolled

Question 11. When you have a date does your father insist on meeting them first?

a) ...

Her voice trailed away as I cupped her mound and let my fingers spread like a delta across her panties

...all the time

b) Oooooooooh

My middle finger was tracing the contours of her wet lips through her drenched knickers

or c)

I felt her tense as I eased my hand under the material and felt her bare cunt for the first time. She orgasmed immediately. The wettest most intense I have ever seen, her juice pouring into my hand. For a moment I thought she had fainted but suddenly she started rocking, rubbing herself against my hand desperate to milk the last drop. She gasped and then screamed so loudly I feared an inspector might be alerted. 

What happened next took me completely by surprise. In what seemed like one swift movement she had pulled her knickers off, unleashed my cock and straddled me, taking my full hard length in. I have never seen a woman so turned on, so hot. Her eyes burned into mine as she pumped up and down on top of me

'Roo, what if someone sees?'

'Sees what Daddy? Sees you fucking your daughter?'

Both of us had trouble speaking. I looked down and saw the wondrous sight of my rigid cock buried deep in my daughter. As she pounded like a wild mare she said:

'From now on Daddy it's just you and me. I'm the only woman you will ever need. Whenever you want me, any time day or night, whether it's in my bedroom as I do my homework, in the kitchen as I'm cooking, in the shower, even in the street if that's what you want - any time you want me you can have me. My cunt is yours Daddy. Forever. I want your hands in my knickers all the time, feeling me, making me so wet for when you fuck me. When we pass in the hallway, when I'm in your car, when we watch TV together I want your fingers in me, your tongue, your - ooooh - your beautiful cock. Promise me'

'Oh Roo, I promise'

'I'll make you so happy Daddy. Fill me with cum. That's it Daddy...come inside your hot daughter'

She knew I was ready. My cock was harder than it has ever been. Every part of it seemed to be hyper sensitive. Roo's juice was cascading out of her as she lifted her top and exposed her young beautiful breasts, her nipples so hard in my mouth.

I couldn't hold my ejaculation a moment longer. There were no thrusts and gasps, the slightest movement was going to be enough. I looked her in the eyes, she could see my dilated pupils and she bit her lip in sheer excitement. Suddenly my body tensed and I felt the warmth of my sperm filling my daughter in one continuous flow. It was as though my body was being drained of all liquid, all its energy. At that moment I could not have uttered a single word, made a single movement, so complete was my satisfaction.

As my cock dwindled inside her Roo took my face in her hands and kissed me. She detected some guilt in my eyes

'Ssh Dad. It's fine. Nobody need ever know. I love you completely, my soul and my body are yours'

With that she was up and dressed

'Hmm let's see how we did'

Roo went through the motions of totting up the quiz scores

'Interesting'

'What does it say?'

'It says your Daddy is not only the best Daddy in the world, he has the most fantastic cock and is the best fuck a daughter could wish for'

She gave me a wink and then closed the magazine and snuggled up to me, my protective arm around her as we drifted off to sleep to the rhythm of the train. 



Roo



Latham called him.

"You don't have to do this. I'll give you 48-hours to reconsider."

Roo said no, his decision was final and was pleased to hear Latham say he argued against Gary being appointed ahead Roo.

Latham said, "I guess Arnold was pushed by his wife and daughter."

"Undoubtedly it was nepotism," Roo said and that appeared to cheer Latham who said he'd have Roo's termination entitlements ready to hand over tomorrow afternoon.

"Come in at 5:30 and pick them up. Oh you can have any vehicle in the pre-owned vehicle lot at book value."

Next evening after having two whiskies with Latham, Roo had severed his connection completely with the dealership, driving away in an ex-demonstrator black Taurus SHO.

On Friday he had lunch as usual with Annette and told her after resigning his job and that he'd given up the lease of his apartment. The transfer was done quickly because management had had two couples waiting an apartment like his.

Concerned she asked what would he do now?

"Well I'm still thinking but I have finishing living in this city. It's time to move on."

"Well why don't you go to Fort Worth and stay in the rooming house where Belinda holes out?"

"No she won't want to feel weighed down by a guy out of work, although I have plenty of money and good investments."

"Belinda would welcome you staying a while."

"I thought I might go to LA."

"Oh." 

That evening Belinda called and sounded excited.

"I'm told you are coming to stay with me a while?"

"Um no-yes."

"Which is it?"

Roo sucked in breath thinking that interfering Annette had called Belinda to put pressure on him.

"Um yes."

"Is that a definite yes or a hedged yes?"

"Are you feeling horny talking to me?"

"That's a yes."

"Right I'll meet you somewhere in Fort Worth tomorrow. Give me the time and place?"

Belinda said softly, "You are unlikely to get away from me this time Roo."

He laughed. "I'm comfortable about that. You are out on your own as my favorite woman."

"What out ahead of mom?"

"Yeah of course. Are you the marrying kind of woman Belinda?"

"I surely am."

"Well let me find a good job in Forth Worth and we'll then have some serious discussions about progressing beyond our fixations on sex and eating out."

"Oooh Roo. You're making me ever so horny."

THE END



Roofer Can Take It



This one's for my twin sister, Chelle. My muse.

*

From the first second I saw him I knew I wanted him. He had a phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear, eating from a bowl of cereal as he walked around the pool in his backyard. The baggie board-shorts he wore would dip a little with each step revealing the paler skin of his ass and top of his crack. I kept half an eye on him from the concealment of my sunglasses while I worked.

The kid had a nice body and an absolutely perfect ass. The teasing little glimpses offered by his loose shorts were driving me wild. Making me daydream about how it would feel to fuck him. I wondered if he was even old enough, I mean legally. He had the build of a man: strong shoulders, well-developed chest, eight-pack abs, big muscular arms and that high-sitting ass. But he was smooth, no hair except the crazy loose, dark curls on his head. Enough hair there to take a fistful and hold onto him while I fucked the shit out of him. Not so smooth, there was hair on his legs, dark against his tanned skin; the bit of thick calves I could see not covered by the hibiscus patterned bathing suit.

"Hey, Justin, watch where you're pointing that thing!" Juan's voice brought me out of my stupor. The nail gun was in my hand pointed in his general direction.

"Sorry, dude. Guess I zoned out for a minute." Juan just smiled and shook his head. We both knew the gun wouldn't shoot the staples unless it was pressed against something. He continued to smooth the tarpaper flat in front of me as we worked our way to the end. When it was tacked down we moved on to laying out the next roll along the line of chalk we'd marked earlier. I tried not to watch the kid next door but couldn't help glancing over.

He'd finished the cereal but was still on the phone, holding it up to his ear so I could see the dark hair curling in his pits. He talked and laughed, circled the pool on his broad bare feet. My cock kept stirring in my jeans and I'd have to stop looking, felt like some kind of perverted peeping-tom.

"Come on, Justin. Let's break for lunch." I was happy to follow Juan off the roof, suddenly starving. We made our way out to the trucks and grabbed our lunches. I pulled out a Gatorade and chugged it while Juan pulled down the tailgate on his truck and sat. It was actually warm enough and clear enough to work without a shirt and the sweat was pouring off me. Northern California in late spring, you never know what it'll be like outside from day to day.

The old guy that owned the house came out with iced tea in a big pitcher and a couple glasses. It was nice, but the guy was being a pain in the ass. He obviously would rather be doing the work himself but was too old. The house was beautiful and he kept it so well maintained it was in excellent shape. If a tree branch hadn't fallen through the roof we would never have been called. A few of the trusses had been damaged so we'd replaced them and laid new sheathing the day before, after removing the previous layer of shingles. Juan, my boss, had talked the guy into getting wind-resistant asphalt shingles over the whole thing. Easy to do after the old dude complained about getting up there to replace shingles after big storms.

"Thanks, Mr. Riley," Juan said as the old guy approached, "but you don't have to do that."

"Nonsense, you boys are working so hard up there and it's so hot I thought you might appreciate some of my wife's sweet tea." He handed us each a glass and poured the dark tea with cut lemon slices in it. I sipped mine and raised my eyebrows at Juan. The shit should have been called sugar with tea flavoring. Juan just winked at me and took another drink of his own.

"Thanks, Mr. Riley. You'll have to tell your wife this is excellent. Sure feels good going down." Yeah, I thought, and the sugar rush is gonna give me a headache.

"I can't drink it anymore," the old guy said and patted his big belly. "Diabetes, you know?"

Juan just nodded like he knew all about it and started talking about the roof. I unpacked my lunch from the cooler I'd brought, sat beside Juan, and zoned out while they talked and I ate. I wondered what the kid from next door was doing. I stared at his house and figured the old Jeep Wrangler was his. There were lacrosse sticks poking up in the back.

"... just got back from his first year of college." The old guy was pointing at the kid's house and I refocused my attention on what they were saying. "He works at night at some restaurant but Joey and Beth, his parents, they said not to worry. He can sleep through anything." Juan was nodding sagely as he bit into his sandwich. 

College? He was definitely old enough. Not that I was some kind of molester, I was only barely twenty-four. But it was hard to tell these days. At least now I could watch him without a guilty conscience.

A half hour later we were back up on the roof and I was feeling much better. I used my t-shirt to wipe over my crew cut head and brush the salt rings off the skin under my arms and around my neck. I was already pretty tanned and didn't have to worry about sunscreen. I looked over the roof for the kid. He'd obviously been in the water but now he was laid out in a lounge chair, water dripping from his hair and skin. He'd pushed his sunglasses up on his head to keep all that wild hair out of his face. Now I could see his face I realized he wasn't so young and was way hotter than I'd assumed.

It wasn't long as we worked that I started sweating again. It collected and ran down the hair at the center of my chest and down along the trail of thicker hair over my stomach. I kept all of it trimmed short but refused to shave, too much maintenance. Besides I'd been hairy since the ninth grade, plenty of time to get used to it. And, it accentuated my muscles. I had a good body from working and hitting the gym, mostly because of work. Had to look tough, act tough around a bunch of construction workers, especially on big job sites. Even the few women acted the part.

The kid eventually got up and went inside. I didn't see him again before we finished for the day. We cleaned up and put everything away for the next day. So long as it didn't rain over night we could lay the shingles. I grabbed my cooler out of Juan's truck and went to my own. I looked over at the kid's house and was surprised to find him leaning against his Jeep.

He was wearing a white t-shirt, the short sleeves looked stretched tight around his guns, and baggie cargo shorts with flip-flops. His sunglasses covered his eyes but I could feel that he was looking right at me. He tipped his chin at me, a sort of 'What's up?' gesture. It was so unexpected to see him there I just smiled and waved my hand. Like a loser, I waved at him. I dropped my hand fast as I realized what I was doing and jumped into my truck. I threw the cooler and my tools onto the seat next to me and took off, embarrassed. 

I got home and jerked-off in the shower, thinking about the kid and exactly how I'd violate him if I had a chance. I used the soap to lube my cock and imagined holding the kid's hips right at that sexy tan line while he was on his hands and knees in front of me. I popped off in minutes and finished washing.

I met Juan at Mr. Riley's the next day. I got there early and watched the kid's house until Juan showed up. Saw what must've been his parents leaving for work. We unpacked our gear and set up our stuff, pulling the tarp off the shingles that had been delivered a couple days ago.

The morning went quick; measuring and marking chalk lines, hauling shingles and laying them out. It was another beautiful day without a cloud in the sky, the sky so blue it made me dizzy. We were getting a lot done despite my constant surveillance of the backyard next door. After lunch, and more too-sweet tea the kid reappeared.

A different bathing suit today, I saw in awe. It was white with light blue stripes that grew bigger and darker toward the legs. It was small, cut like boxer briefs, and tight. No disguising that luscious ass, or the big bulge in front. Only Juan's yelling at me to come over snapped me out of my staring. As I turned away I saw from the corner of my eye that the kid was looking at me. I felt my cheeks flush and hurried over to haul another stack of shingles onto the roof.

It was like torture, knowing the kid was over there and not being able to look. Just before quitting time I felt his eyes on me. I laid the air gun down and stood, stretching. It made my jeans ride low, pulled down by the weight of my tool belt, so the bottom of my abs showed and just a hint of the line where the hair on my body grew darker and thicker. When I finished the stretch and looked down he had his sunglasses on but somehow I knew he'd seen me. I turned around and pulled my jeans up along with my low-cut briefs. My dick was tingling again, wanting to fill out. I hoped he was looking, maybe interested. Shit, I'd make him scream on the end of my cock.

When we started cleaning up for the day we had most of the work done. Tomorrow would be a short day. As we packed up Juan told me I could take off early tomorrow after we finished, get a head start on the weekend. We talked for a couple minutes about the next job then I headed over to my truck across the street.

I turned to look, trying not to get my hopes up, but the kid was right there. Camouflage cargo shorts this time, riding low on his hips. I could see his whole armored belly and the top of those little trunks. His arms were crossed over his chest, making his biceps bulge. I nodded to him, ready not to wave. I opened the lockbox behind the cab of my truck and threw my tools in. When I glanced back the kid was still there. He jerked his head back, indicating that I should come over to him.

I froze for a minute, unsure. I'd caught him staring but hadn't sensed any interest on his part. Maybe I was wrong. I checked for cars and crossed back to the other side of the street. I shoved my hands into my pockets and walked up his driveway, pushing the waist of my jeans down a little and sticking out my chest.

"Hey," I said as I got closer.

"Hey, I'm Riley." His voice was smooth and deep, not a kid's voice at all.

"I'm Justin." I stuck my hand out and he took it. Callused hands, not like mine, but not smooth like a college boy's should be. I tried to see behind his sunglasses but couldn't, figured he was doing the same so I pushed mine up onto my head.

"You've been checking me out, Justin." As he spoke he pushed his glasses up and tamed some of his wild hair with them. "Was I entertaining for you?" It could have been sexy flirting but it felt more like confrontation. I wasn't sure what to do.

"Uh, yeah. I like the way you look." I wasn't into playing games. I held my hands out, palms up, and shrugged in a 'What're you going to do?' gesture. A smile slowly stretched his lips while he regarded me, I let my hands drop.

"You're not bad looking either." He winked at me. "I've got to be at work in two hours. Wanna fuck?" First, I thought his grinning smirk was way too sexy. Second, I wondered where this kid got his easy self assurance. He was way ahead of me when I was his age. I turned around and made sure Juan's truck was gone, it was.

"Lead the way." I followed him into the cool air of the house. It was nice inside, too much white for me but I saw how it could be pleasing.

"You want something to drink, Justin? You must be thirsty." We walked into the kitchen that was also done all in white with stainless steel appliances.

"Yeah, that would be great. Just water, please." He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle. He uncapped it and handed it to me. I lifted it up and chugged it, made the conscious decision to let him see my throat working as I swallowed. I finished it and set it down to rub at my forehead, brain freeze. He grinned and tossed the bottle in a recycle bin beside the white-tiled island.

He walked right up to me, so close I thought he was going to kiss me or... something. He just turned and moved by me, his chest barely brushing my shoulder. I turned and followed him down a hall, deeper into the house. I watched his ass move and my dick filled up to capacity. Was he shaking it just a little for me? I had to wonder. Just when I was about to put my hand on it he turned into a room. I walked in and he shut the door behind me.

The room was pretty big, bigger than the one in my apartment. There was a queen sized bed, light blue sheets tangled up with a darker blue comforter. I didn't have time to notice the rest as he moved up behind me and grabbed me in a bear hug. He rubbed his crotch against my ass and felt up my chest and stomach. His chest felt hot against my back and I felt his tongue run up the side of my neck, even hotter.

"I knew you'd smell good," he said. I heard him inhale and felt the bite of his teeth where my neck and shoulder met. I couldn't help the groan that slipped out of me, or the little thrust my ass gave his groin. He bit harder so it almost hurt and laved over the flesh in his mouth. Complete system shut-down, my brain just stopped working. He ran his right hand down my arm and took my hand. He pulled it up and back so I could run my fingers into his hair while his right hand moved over my bared right side. His fingers dug in and mapped my muscles.

Just when I was finally starting to form a thought he let me go, pushed me further into the room towards the bed. I stumbled forward and turned on my heel so my ass landed on the mattress. I watched him unbutton the shorts and they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and came towards me. His cock tented the brief trunks obscenely, made me unconsciously lick my lips.

He stood in front of me and I leaned forward, focused on his dick. I opened my mouth and would have put my lips on him but he squatted down in front of me. I could smell the chlorine on him with a little hint of sweat and coconut oil. It turned me on even more. What the fuck is going on here? I wondered. I felt unbalanced but so aroused, out of my depth. He was unlacing my work boots.

Riley pulled one off, then the other. He lifted my feet as he stood and pulled my socks off before tugging at the hems of my jeans. I laid back and pushed the button through the hole and they slid right off. I pushed back onto the bed and pulled my briefs off, getting a whiff of the sweat that had collected in my crotch and liking it. I settled in the middle, resting on my elbows.

He moved to the bottom of the bed, rubbing his cock through the swimsuit, and pulled the comforter and sheet off. He let it all fall to the floor and studied me. He reached into the swimsuit with his right hand and held his dick. He used his left hand to hook the waistband under his balls. The big sac sort of spilled out, his egg-shaped nuts tumbling into the air. He let go and sort of presented himself to me.

Holy shit the kid, no, Riley, had a big cock. So big it looked menacing as it swung, pointing towards the ceiling at an angle. The underbelly throbbing for me. He rested his hands on his hips just over the deep cuts where his legs joined to his torso. And there was that tan line I'd been dreaming about. The white skin not as pale as I would have guessed.

"You're fucking hot, guy. I can't wait to get inside you," he fairly whispered, like he was talking more to himself. Wait a minute, I thought and looked up at his face. He had a cocky grin on his face, more a sneer. Against my will it made my cock jump on my belly.

"Wh... wait. Listen, this...." How to put it? And why couldn't I think straight?

"This isn't how you planned it?" Riley finished the thought for me, mind-reader style. He climbed onto the bed from the bottom, like a fucking tiger. He moved gracefully, economically but with some hint of danger I couldn't put my finger on. Maybe the feral grin on his wide lips or the warning glint in his hazel eyes. I swallowed hard and let my shoulders fall back as he moved over me, thinking about what it means to be prey. 

He leaned down with his weight on his arms until I felt the head of his cock land on my belly, making my abs twitch at the heat. He moved closer and the head burned a line up my stomach only to stop when his lips were just over mine. His breath fanned over my face just before his tongue came out and he licked my top lip. Heat, again, like a trace of fire; like the only other point of contact which jumped and landed as his cock throbbed. He licked my chin and up and over my bottom lip, into my mouth. I took his tongue and closed my lips around it, sucking lightly.

He collapsed onto his forearms over me and held my head in his hands as he snaked his tongue further into my desperate mouth. He tasted like summer: heat and wet, organic and sweet. I moaned and he flicked over my palate. I pressed my body up towards him and he met me then collapsed so we were pressed together. His knee slid between my legs, forcing me to spread them. He fit his other leg in between and used his legs to spread mine wide open.

His cock met mine and where I'd felt hot before it was now volcanic, a conduit of heat that I wanted to consume and engulf, quench. I groaned and grabbed his ass, the object of so much of my attention. I felt the muscles move and flex as he rubbed his hot cock against mine. Without thought I raised my legs and rested my ankles against the back of his thighs.

I released his tongue and licked along it with my own, into his mouth. I groaned, moaned, couldn't stop. I clutched his ass and pressed him closer. His light stubble burned against my face. I tried to move, create more friction but was hampered by his weight. I realized he was heavier than I'd thought. Where I'd figured we were almost evenly matched in height and weight he might be stronger than me. It made a little shiver run up my spine.

He drew back and sucked at my bottom lip. His eyes, somewhere between green and grey, were focused and intense. I moved my hands up over his flexing back and onto his broad shoulders. I pressed down on his shoulders in an underhanded grip, wanting to feel all of him as tight to me as I could. His hands left my head and he pushed them between us to find my nipples and rub the rough skin of his palms over them, sending hot shocks straight to my balls. "Fuck," I panted against his lips.

Riley drew back and got onto his knees between my legs, his hands slid down to my belly as he moved. He moved his splayed right hand closer to my cock and pressed his thumb into the base. I hissed in air as he pressed just a hint past too hard. I looked up from the juncture of our bodies, into his eyes. He smiled at me, flicking his eyes from where he touched me to my face. So proud and confident, the look on his face aroused and angered me.

"You want to taste it, Justin? Before I fuck you?" I did and I didn't. More than anything I didn't want to submit to him, not like this. I just stared at him and fisted my hands in the sheets. His thumb eased down my shaft into the loose skin of my balls, creating tension that made my dick stand up. He slapped it with his other hand. It wasn't hard but it fucking hurt and shocked me. I half sat up and grabbed his hands. He laughed and winked at me, pulled his hands free.

Riley moved off the bed and I laid back to catch the breath that had suddenly deserted me when he slapped my cock. He opened a duffel bag on the floor and rummaged around in it. I admired the open crack of his ass, tried to think of how I could get my cock in there. I wanted to run my tongue through the sparse forest of curls there and taste the chlorine on his skin.

He stood and showed me the condoms and bottle of lube in his hands. He was grinning like a kid with a new toy. His eyes narrowed and the grin slipped away. He looked at where I still held my dick from when he'd hit it. He strode back to the bed with renewed purpose. As he climbed on I scooted back and closed my legs. I felt the cool wood of the headboard pressed against my back.




Roofer Can Take It



"Don't be like that." He ran his hand up my leg to the inside of my thigh where he stroked just short of my balls. "You can't pretend you don't want it." He cupped my balls in his hand and rubbed the ridge behind them with his fingertips.

"Shit, how old are you?" My legs spread open just a little.

"Nineteen, twenty in two months. Why?" He was looking at my cock and balls. When I didn't answer right away he looked up at me. "Are you freaking out 'cause you're going to get fucked by a younger guy?" He said it mockingly and I locked my thighs around the hand that was creeping towards my asshole. "What're you, twenty, twenty-one?"

"Twenty-four. I don't care how old you are, I don't bottom." He actually laughed. How did this kid have his shit so together? When I was his age I would get on my knees or spread my legs for any hot guy that looked at me. Now, though, I was a tough-as-nails roofer. Even if I did want him to fuck me, it couldn't happen. I was pretty sure the gnawing little itch in my ass meant I wanted it, still couldn't happen.

"Okay, at least go down on me?" He took the opportunity to straddle my closed legs and moved up until his cock was in my face. I stared at it, smelled it, so close. It smelled the way his mouth tasted. I reached my tongue out and licked the red-tinged tip, over the slit. I opened my mouth and pulled the head inside, needed more.

"I can't, not like this. It's too big. Lay down." I guess all I needed was a taste 'cause I was all in now. He moved off me and laid down with his legs bent close to the headboard. His knees fell open and his cock was right there where I need it. The position was strange so I looked at him and realized it was perfect for a sixty-nine. I grinned at him and straddled his head.

I took his shaft in my hand, admiring the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and started licking all over the head and shaft. Tasted so good. I forced the head past my lips. God, so big it filled my mouth. The taste overpowering. I flashed back to a memory of my childhood, eating plums off the tree in my grandparent's backyard. Biting into the ripe fruit, still hot from the sun, juicy and almost sweet. The hint of sour like the bitterness of his pre-come. The head even looked like a plum, felt like one with the soft skin stretched taught over the firm flesh.

I took as much as I could, stroking the part my lips couldn't cover. My balls were in his mouth but I barely paid attention. I moved my head and hand in tandem, just zoning out on the taste and feel of him. My spit ran down the sides and I used it to lube him. I held his balls in my free hand and weighed them, caressed them.

I felt one of his fingers slide into my hole, easily. Fuck, forgot he had the lube. It wasn't so bad, was feeling pretty good. I worked the head of his cock against the soft tissue at the back of my mouth and tested it against the opening to my throat. Wondered if I could choke it down. I felt a second finger and tensed my opening but it slid in beside the first. I stopped moving and took a second to breathe through my nose, my body remembering to relax and let something in. When my head caught up with my body I went to raise my head. His thighs tensed and gripped the sides of my head.

I waited for him to release me but he didn't, he had me caught at both ends. A third finger stretched me and all three reached for my prostate. Oh shit, I forgot how good that felt. My back arched down and my knees went wider, opening myself up. The fingers spread and stretched as they moved in and out, tapping on that one spot enough to keep me interested. I didn't even realize he'd released the powerful hold on my head until he pushed his cock up at me. I went back to working his cock, naively believing he was just giving me a better blow-job. Never mind that his mouth never actually touched my cock.

I was pushing back onto his fingers hungrily when he pulled them free. I whined around his cock at their sudden departure but he was already in motion. He managed to flip us onto our sides, his cock popping out of my mouth. He pushed me onto my back and reversed his position, got between my legs.

Riley held up the condom and ripped the package open with his teeth. He pulled it out and rolled it onto his cock, which somehow looked even bigger now. I wanted to say something; stop him, deny what we both knew I really wanted. I could only stare at the shaft of his cock where it was slowly enveloped by the latex as his hand moved down to the base. 

With the condom on he picked up the lube from the bed beside us, right there and I hadn't even noticed it. He poured a generous amount into his hand and brought his hand to his cock while he pushed the cap closed on the bottle with his other, dropping it.

"Pull you legs back. Let me see your ass." I swiftly wondered if it was too late to stop this, some part of me wanting to put up a token resistance. The greater part of me relented to his command. I rolled my hips and legs, caught them behind the knee, so my hole was on display for him. I squeezed the muscles and relaxed it for him.

He pushed the head of his cock down until it vanished behind my balls. He moved forward, his eyes never leaving the place he wanted to penetrate me. His body looked so dark framed in the pale brackets of my legs, Juan never let us where shorts.

I felt the head and pressure at my entrance. I said a silent prayer that he wouldn't kill me, breathed out the word "please" to some god. He must have caught it, my plea, and pushed into me. All I'd been able to think about before was heat -- fires, volcanoes - this was supernova. Obliterating. I would have screamed but there was no air, all burned away. It was pain, and pleasure. The ultimate feeling of fullness, encompassing everything. My head thrashed on the pillows.

I felt him pause, his palm on the side of my head. Sensations I was barely aware of beyond the nuclear explosion that was my whole being. Kisses, soft and gentle like rain on my face, and somehow soothing. He pressed his lips to mine, to my nose, my closed eyes, my cheeks and chin. I opened my eyes and he was so close it was a blur, snapshots of a long straight nose, full lips, grey-green eyes with blown out pupils.

I grabbed my own ass and pulled the cheeks apart, trying to open myself more. My hole squeezing and clenching involuntarily as my body tensed all over. "Breathe." His word brushed over my lips and I remembered to suck in air, filling my lungs. He moved deeper, the motherfucker. No time to worry about it when I was being split in two.

I closed my eyes and he kissed me, hard and deep. I let him and took it, caring only about the pain in my ass that was slowly bleeding away. I felt his balls connect and knew I had all of him, had conquered the challenge. I opened my eyes and realized my legs were on his shoulders, somehow he'd worked a pillow up under my lower back. I breathed, relaxed, and fought my every instinct to push him away in order to accept him.

Hours, minutes or seconds later and it wasn't so bad. He moved and it was the opposite of bad. He withdrew only to push right back in. Breathe, remember to breathe. He started moving and my toes curled. My cock had never been harder. I'd never realized there was so much feeling inside me, so much sensation up in my guts where he reached deep. I released my white-knuckled grip on the sheets and grabbed his perfect ass.

With each thrust I urged him to ride me harder, go deeper. He shifted off of his knees and onto his toes so he could really pound it into me. I took everything he had and wanted more, gave back what I could and rolled my ass up into his driving hips. The new angle put more pressure on my prostate. A continuous slide that was driving me crazy.

I was totally open, now. Totally his, his to be taken. It was like my first time, nothing had ever felt this good, as him hammering that massive cock into me. Noises spilling out of my throat that I couldn't control; half formed words, pleas, whimpers and moans. It was a soundtrack on autopilot, driven by what he was doing to me. Fucking me out of my mind.

Somehow he kicked it up a notch. I wanted to dig my fingers into him, pull him apart the way he was doing to me. I tried to straighten my legs, couldn't fight the need to tense those muscles, but he just held me down. Fucked me harder, his cock working like a piston. Long strokes interspersed with deep jabs kept me on edge. The sound of his flesh hitting mine, the feel of his big balls banging against my ass and the vulgar wet-air sounds coming from where he slammed into me; all I could think about.

The feeling was too intense, too much to wrap my head around the pressure and slick feel of my guts being pulled and pushed by his cock. So full and deep, the near constant friction on that trigger spot embedded in my channel. Too fucking much, building and building to a summit I couldn't find.

I tipped over and fell into my orgasm. The supernova that had ebbed, now back in full force. Shooting liquid fire from my cock, the fire spreading around his cock and moving through my body. All the different sensations coalescing into a celestial fire that burned through every part of me. I let it rush through me and devour me only to find myself on the other side sometime later. 

Riley still moved on top of me, shuddering and thrusting. I felt the heat even through the rubber that told me he'd come too. He let my legs fall and I wrapped them around him, gaining control of my body again. I held him through both of our aftershocks, every little quaking of his cock rebounding inside me.

"Holy shit," he breathed against my neck.

"Yeah," my own voice sounding weak and... stretched.

"Better," panting. "Then I... could have imagined." I listened and let it roll around in my brain but still didn't understand.

"What?" I had to ask.

"Fucking a guy. Never knew it was so good." I held his shoulders and pushed him up to see his face.

"You never fucked a guy before?" Stunned, that was me.

"No, just blow-jobs, hand-jobs and stuff." He looked down at me, his cock barely starting to go soft, and smiled. "I only came out after high-school. Never had the chance to go all the way. I was kind of... too nervous." The first crack I'd seen in his arrogance.

"Well, lucky-fucking-me." I had to smile at him, let him know I was kidding. He'd just taken me to heaven and back. He grinned and rolled off me, his cock crawling free like it was pulling some vital piece of my anatomy with it. I tenderly stretched my legs out and breathed deep. I closed my eyes and mentally checked the state of my abused hole. Sore, loose and hot but I'd live.

"Are you working on Mr. Riley's roof tomorrow?" I peeked at him. The rubber was gone and he was laying beside me, studying me. He ran his hand over my chest and stomach, through all the sweat we'd generated, the come I'd poured out.

"Yeah, should be done early. Around noon, maybe. I have the rest of the day off." He kissed my chest then neck.

"Mmm," he pulled away to look at me. "That's perfect. You can come over and wake me up, give me some morning head. Then I'll have plenty of time to fuck you, too." I groaned and shook my head. "Come on. Don't be such a baby. I want to do you by the pool. That'd be hot. Besides," he ran his hand down to my thigh and squeezed. "You need some sun on the other half."

I couldn't help laughing. "We'll see. Depends on how much my ass heals up after that fuck you gave me."

"Nice, you'll be fine. Now let's get up and get going before my parents get home." I just shook my head and rolled over to the side of the bed. I stood on wobbly legs until I found my footing and hunted for my underwear.

"See you tomorrow, right, Justin?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be here, Riley." He came over, his big cock flopping around on his thighs, and kissed me. Yeah, I'd be back. Nothing would stop me.



Roofers Hammer The Housewife



Julie was glad to have a day to sleep in for once. She had been going nonstop for weeks and she decided to take a week off and just lay around the house. Still it was almost noon and she needed to get up. That coupled with repetitive hammering from the workers putting a new roof on their neighbors house forced her out of bed and had her put her robe on. Julie threw the covers off and stood stretching. She loved the freedom of having the house to herself. She walked to the dresser naked and looked at herself in the mirror.

At 31 she looked a hell of a lot better than some of the 25 year olds that she knew. Her firm flat stomach was framed nicely by her perky 36C chest and meticulously trimmed bush. She ran her hands slowly over her body, admiring that the hard work she put in to it had paid off. As she turned around she noticed that her husband had left two of the shades up and she had been standing directly in front of them. The workers from across the street could clearly see her standing there. It was pretty obvious that they had noticed too.

There were four of them, all Hispanic, and they had stopped their hammering. They stared intently tapping each other to make sure each of them saw what was going on. Julie was panicked and embarrassed at first and ran to close the shade. She also felt mildly aroused by the voyeuristic nature of her surprised audience. Before she closed the shade, Julie ran her hand up her leg, across her bush and up to her left tit. She gave the workers a little wave and dropped the shade. The whole thing left her a little wound up. It wasn't like her to do this sort of thing.

She was very conservative both at work and in her married life. She and her husband Jim had a good sex life but nothing terribly kinky happened. It was mostly missionary position for the first 3 minutes, followed by her on top and him climaxing in another 3 minutes. She had infrequent orgasms, but she never really wanted to put the work into getting herself off. Julie threw on her robe and headed downstairs to get something to eat. As she entered the kitchen, she noticed that the hammering across the street had not resumed. She must have really blown their minds, or maybe they had taken a break for lunch. Her heart lurched as she heard the back door open. 

They lived in a nice neighborhood and often failed to lock the back door. Julie peered around the corner and saw one of the Hispanic workers walking in and looking around cautiously. Her mind raced and thought she might be able to make it upstairs and barricade herself in the bedroom. She dashed quickly and the worker raced after her making a swipe and barely missing her. He wasn't far behind her on the stairs though and she was unable to get the door closed in time. 

"Please, leave me alone!" Julie screamed. She could feel herself starting to cry. Julie struck at him as he pushed through the door and he grabbed her wrist with his huge calloused hand. He smiled in a way that made Julie know what his intentions were. Julie tried to kick him, and with one motion the man spun her around with her arm pinned painfully behind her back. The man pushed her to the window and motioned for her to open the shade. Julie shook her head and man twisted her arm even further. Julie seriously feared that her arm would snap. She quickly grabbed the string and pulled the shade open. With his free hand the man grabbed the tie to Julie's robe and pulled out the knot. The man pulled it to the side and roughly grabbed her breast, tweaking the nipple painfully. He laughed deeply as he saw his friends scramble to get off the roof and take off towards Julie's house. 

He whipped her around to face him keeping her one arm pinned firmly behind her back and spoke to her again in Spanish. When he pulled Julie closer to him and tried to kiss her she turned her head to the side disgustedly and struggled against his grip. The man grabbed her face roughly with his other hand and pulled her face towards him. The look on his face was a nasty mix of anger and animal lust. He pushed her back towards the bed and threw her onto it as though she weighed nothing. He was on top of her in an instant. Julie craned her neck to the side to get away from him as best she could when she saw the other three men come storming into the bedroom. Two of them moved to the other side of the bed and grabbed her arms pinning them to the mattress. Julie looked up at them and begged them to let her go. 

"Please, take my money... I'll give you whatever you want… Please, My husband will be home soon.." 

One of them smiled and said in much clearer English, "stupid bitch, you damn right going to give us what we want. And fuck your limp dick husband, we'll kill his ass.." Julie turned to look at the man who had thrown her onto the bed. He was purposefully unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. His erection pushed his dingy underwear out ridiculously. 

She could smell his musky body as he pulled off his T-Shirt. He was extremely muscular and barrel chested. Julie Gasped when he finally freed his enormous cock from its confines. She had been with several men before she married her husband and she had never seen anything that even came close to this size. It wasn't so much the length as it was thick and covered with dark veins. It looked wider than a 12 oz can.

The man smiled when he saw the look on Julie's face. He grasped his mammoth cock in one hand and said, "You Like, Eh?" and laughed deeply. Julie continued to struggle as he grabbed her thighs and began to muscle his rough hands toward her pussy. He pried her legs apart quickly and moved his hips in between them, his heavy cock resting on her pelvis. He motioned to one of the other men and Julie saw him reach for something in his back pocket. His hand emerged with a huge sheath knife and he placed it at her throat.

"Shut your mouth Bitch and stay still, or I cut you bad," the man whispered into Julie's ear and licked her cheek.. Julie could feel the larger man spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and positioning his massive tool at the entrance to her tight little pussy. He was rubbing it up and down, hitting her clit just right as he tried to push himself in. Julie felt her body betray her. Every time he rubbed over her clit, her mouth fell open and her body twitched. She could feel the blood flowing to her pussy lips making them hot and engorged. She tried to hide her reaction, but the man quickly noticed and said something in Spanish to the others. 

The man licked his finger and brought it down to her nipple, slowly circling and pinching each of them teasingly. Julie had extremely sensitive nipples and she began to feel the pressure build inside her. The one man who was not holding or raping Julie had been looking around the house for valuables and he returned to the room with her husband's camcorder in his hand. "Hey look what I found. Let's tape this whore getting fucked."

He held the cameras viewfinder up to his eye and the red recording light came on. Julie could see that he was taping and was even further mortified, but at this point she could barely contain her reactions to the large man's manipulations. She felt her pelvis rocking up to meet his short thrusts. He only had the head of his cock inside her and she could feel her labia stretching tightly around his the thick tool. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter by the second, until slowly she felt the remainder of his shaft sink into her. Julie had never felt so violated and yet so aroused at the same time. She loved her husband but she simply couldn't stop her body from responding. 

The large man began to pick up his pace and she could feel her labia pull each time he withdrew. She had spread her legs as wide as she could to help accommodate the man's girth. With each pounding thrust Julie could feel the pressure of her impending orgasm building inside of her. She tossed her head back and saw that the two men were no longer holding her arms down. Both men had dropped their pants and were stroking their erections. The man to her left had a longer skinnier penis than the one currently fucking her and he grabbed the back of Julie's head forcing his cock into her mouth. 

She could barely keep it in her mouth the way she was being bounced on the bed by the large man. Julie wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it and lick the head. She tasted the salty pre-come on the end of his cock which she normally could not stand. That was why she never gave her husband blow jobs. But here she was sliding this stranger's cock in and out of her lips. The man with the camera started laughing and cheering. 

"Yeah cunt, suck his cock, yer a real pro, ain't you baby? We'll have to send a copy of this to you and your husband when we're done." Julie barely heard what the man said, she was entranced at this point. Her eyes half closed, her hands and mouth wrapped around the skinny man's penis, her legs wrapped tightly at this point around the large man as he continued to plunge mercilessly in and out of her stretched pussy. She could hear the wet sounds his cock made fucking her and her free hand gripped the sheets as she felt the most powerful orgasm of her life rip through her like a wildfire. Julie felt herself cry out and her body convulse so hard that pelvis raised off the bed pushing the man's cock deeper into her. She felt a tingling sensation in all of her limbs and knew that she was making some kind of uncontrollable extended guttural noise. Suddenly she felt the hot spray of the large man coming inside her. Julie had never felt a man come so hard inside her. 

She felt his cock expand and hard jets of semen shoot against the back of her vagina. As he continued to pump the last few times she could feel it leaking out the sides and down onto her asshole hot and slick. Before she could compose herself she heard the man in her mouth cry out and felt his cock jump. The first shot blew straight into her mouth, and she lost grip on his cock. The second blast shot across her forehead and onto the bridge of her nose. The man quickly grabbed is own cock and holding the back of Julie's head stroked the remainder of his spunk directly onto Julie's tongue. She had never let a man come in her mouth, and while she still didn't like it, she was in such a frenzy she quickly swallowed it and cleaned the head of his dick with her tongue. 

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the man with the camera zooming in on her Jizz covered face, which had an incredibly satisfied look on it. The man with the camera said "Shit man let's switch up, I'm about to bust a nut right now." The large man who had collapsed on Julie after coming inside her pushed himself up and pulled his cock out of her. Julie could feel the remainder of his warm sperm run down the crack of her ass. He grabbed the camera from the other man, who was taller but not as stocky and he took his place. 

"I want her ass." Said the tall man. Julie panicked. She and her husband had tried Anal sex once but it hurt too bad and they hadn't tried it again. The man grabbed Julie's hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. The man's pants were off in a flash and Julie felt him probing her ass with his thumb. "Oh Yeah, Nice and slick already" the man said as he pushed his thumb into her rectum. It was slightly uncomfortable and Julie looked back anxiously to see what was happening. She saw the man guiding his cock between her cheeks. His cock was much longer than the first man, but not as thick. She felt the head push against her asshole and grimaced as she felt the pop of the head pushing into her. Thankfully she was already somewhat lubed from the jism and her own juices that had flowed down her backside. Her hands gripped the sheets tensely, almost pulling them off the mattress. 

Her eyes were shut tightly in anticipation of the ravaging she was about the receive. The man bucked his hips roughly against her and she felt his hand slap hard against her ass. The smack surprised her and distracted her from some of the pain of her first anal penetration. She had never felt anything like it. Julie could feel his shaft pushing deep into her and she nearly passed out from the unbelievable arousal that it created inside her. She heard herself make a low moaning grunt every time he bucked his pelvis into her ass and she felt his heavy balls slap at her from behind. Another cock was pushed into her face and she dutifully wrapped her lips around it, sucking it to the rhythm of her ass reaming. "I think we're doing this bitch a favor!" said one of the voices. "I say we stop until she begs us for some more." Julie had just begun to feel another orgasm building inside her when both men pulled out of her with a wet popping noise. Her body arched longingly searching for the cock to push back into her. The man with the camera moved into Julie's face. 

"You want some more cunt?" the man asked. Julie was even more mortified but she managed to shake her head "Yes."

"Oh No! Bitch We want to hear it from you. Tell us what you want." The red light of the camcorder continued to blink at her as she softly moaned "Yes. I Want it.."

"You"ll have to do better than that you little slut. Tell us where you want it," the man mocked. Julie could feel her pussy twitching from the desire welling up within her. Suddenly, she shouted maniacally, "Please! Please! Put it in my Ass! Fuck my ass and my pussy! Please, now, I need it! Fuck Me!"

"Holy Shit", shouted one of the men "By all means, do as the lady says." Julie had been on all fours up until this point when she was lifted up and one of the men rolled onto the bed beneath her. His cock was rock hard and pointing straight up as Julie lowered herself onto it. She practically collapsed except for all of the hand holding and touching her body. The man beneath her began to pump in and out of her when she felt a pair of hands grab her hips and enter her from behind. She could feel the two cocks fighting for space inside her, stretching her to the limit. 

Julie screamed out as another series of rapid orgasms raced through her body. As her mouth fell open she felt another cock go into her mouth. Julie had three cocks in her at once and she felt as though she would never get enough. She was changed forever. There was simply no way her husband or any single man could ever satisfy her again. The man in her pussy began to pick up his pace and she could tell he was about to come. 

This set off the man in her ass and both ended up coming inside her in a way that she never could have imagined. Just as the bucking had stopped, Julie felt the third man shoot his hot load down her throat. She stroked every last drop of semen out of his spent dick into her mouth like the wanton slut that she had become in the space of a single hour. After each of the men had finished up and got dressed Julie followed them downstairs and let them out the front door. They took some of the valuables they had found like the camcorder and Julie's purse and jewelry but Julie didn't care. The men returned to their job on the house across the street and came over everyday for a week to take care of Julie's new needs.

Prologue: Julie kept her new habits a secret from her husband as long as she could. She had refused sex with him for over a month because she was afraid he would be able to tell how much the men had stretched her out. One day as she was making dinner, her husband Jim was on the computer checking his email after work when he yelled out to her, "Do you know who sent us this video clip?" Before Julie could run to the den to stop her husband from opening it, Julie heard her own voice screaming from the computer speakers, "Please! Please! Put it in my ass…"



Roofie Coladas



As I rubbed the head of my cock against my sister's puckered asshole I felt the extreme rush of what I was doing course through me. I was going to do it. Finally I was going to fulfill my deepest, darkest, most secret desire.

Sarah, my sister, moaned unintelligibly. I held her there, pinned against the side of the pool, her bikini bottom floating around her ankles next to my own swimming trunks as I grinded against her exposed ass. 

She had been hanging onto the edge, peeking outwards when she'd passed out. I had quickly moved into position behind her before she could hurt herself and now held her against the edge, one hand on her small left breast, which I squeezed gleefully through the small leopard- print bikini top while I held her in place with my other hand around her and wedged firmly in her crotch, fingering the folds of her pussy, exploring the hidden warmth of her cunt. My cock, as I had previously stated, was pressing hard against her asshole.

She was resting her head on her arms, which were up on the edge of the pool, and even though she was out of it, her body was responding to my attentions. I could see her eyes were half closed and staring out into space, a little bit of drool was dripping from her lip onto her forearm, but even in that state the juices that were flowing from her pussy warmed my fingers as they probed inside her. 

She was making small little grunts as my cock, which I had smeared up with Vaseline in the hopes that it would do as lube in the pool, slowly pushed its head through her relaxing sphincter, until it popped fully into her anal cavity.

It was so exciting that I thought I could have cum right then and there, but just like I tried to get a hold of myself at that moment, let's not get ahead of ourselves in the story. After all, a great cock- tease like my sister deserves a thorough, slow fucking, so I'll try to go slow as I recount the events that led me to this point.

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I'm just a regular guy, working as a writer after years of frustrating attempts at other careers- mostly in the tech industry- left me hating that world of business and stress and deadlines, trading it in for the role of 'house-husband' if you will, which gave me time to work on my writing, but also gave the seeds of dark desire that twisted within me a chance to set out roots and grow.

Average height, average build, nothing much spectacular about me, although I've been told I have a nice smile. Nothing spectacular to say regarding my cock either, not going to embellish and say that I have a huge dong when I'm actually pretty average. A respectable 5-inch-er that served me well enough while I was single, and was more than enough for my wife.

Now, about my wife. You might think that since I'm in the process of nailing her sister that she's rather 'meh', but far from it. She's actually quite the looker, beautiful face and a metabolically thin body that helped her shed the pounds after having kids so that she still has the body of a slim twenty-year-old. Dark, shoulder length hair against creamy skin, and a tramp stamp on her lower back from when she was younger actually makes her pretty damn hot, and I love fucking her. 

That's not the issue.

The problem was that my wife was a prude. The tattoo was something she did to try to prove to herself that she could be wild, that she had a bad side, but in the end, she's about as dark and wild as mid-afternoon tea. When we fuck, which is regularly, thank god, we have a routine that we've followed for the past ten years of marriage. I get on top of her missionary style, then I turn her around for doggy, and then if she hasn't cum yet, she gets on top for a go, but usually what happens is that she cums before that. 

That's it. Two or three times a week, that ain't bad, straight- up fucking. I usually finger her afterwards for a second orgasm; sometimes I finger her before as foreplay, which is actually better because after cumming from my finger on her clit, when I give her my immensely average cock, she does go a little wild, panting and moaning a lot and giving me a good run for my money in holding out until she comes a second time.

Like I said, my wife is great, I love her to death and wouldn't trade the life we have for anything. But... there's just something inside me. Something that hungers for more. Something that wants some forbidden fruit. 

Now, I've been with my wife for the better part of thirteen years. We met in college and graduated together, even worked on our thesis together. we were the picture-perfect couple. Married after college, waited until we were stable financially to have our first kid, and three years later added the second one.

During all that time, I've never cheated on her. I've had plenty of chances to. It's funny how having a ring on your finger can turn an average guy into slut-bait. There was no shortage of office tramps in the places I worked in after graduating, and I even came close once, on a business trip, but I backed out at the last minute. Like I said, I didn't want to ruin what I had.

My sister, however, had been unwittingly undermining my resolve for the better part of a decade.

She is my wife's older sister by a couple of years, and she is lust incarnate. At least for me. I don't know what it is about her. She's not particularly hotter than my wife. She's shorter, has smaller tits and her personality is nowhere near as endearing. In fact, she's kind of a bitch. Still, there's something about that raven-haired cock- tease that wouldn't leave my brain, once she got in. 

I blame pornography. 

Being in a 'vanilla-sex' relationship, I was and still am an avid porn browser. I have over 100 Gigabytes of porn in my hard drive, all categorized by actress, which I use to indulge myself on whatever whimsy takes me on any particular day, sometimes even after my wife has fallen asleep, exhausted after our plain fucking. 

Why? 

Because for better or worse, those fucking sluts know what guys like. They suck cock. They give up the ass. They talk dirty. They ask for you to cum for them, on them, in them. They look into the camera, right as they take a huge load on their face, in their mouth, on their tits, and give you a devilish smile as they lap up the cum streaked across their face, dribbling out of their mouths. They fuck in cars, showers, changing rooms, offices, on desks, merry-go-rounds and in pools. God bless porn stars!

Now, when I say I blame pornography, I don't really mean that I necessarily believe that shit about how it warps your brain, except that in my case, I think it's true!

I've been obsessed with fucking my sister for the past five years or so, all because of what I stumbled upon one night browsing the internet for the latest young talent. I was browsing my favorite porn site when I saw a thumbnail of a slim, dark-haired little slut choking on a huge cock. I could have sworn on a bible, at that moment, that it was my sister-in-law. 

It wasn't.

Still, once I opened up the picture gallery, the resemblance was striking. She had the same exotic look. The smoky eyes. The long, dark hair that reached half-way to her back. Legs that seemed to go on forever, a hot, smooth and tight ass that begged to be fucked. Her tits were on the smallish size, barely a handful, but all that did was remind me more of Sarah. A small waist that accentuated her silhouette in the pictures where she was bending over, taking it from behind.

I was transfixed. 

I immediately beat myself off and made a more than usual mess of the sheets while my wife snored next to me. I pulled up a picture of a trip to the beach and put the pictures of both of them side-by-side. They could have been sisters. Damn. It was honestly the first time I had ever thought of my sister in that way. I mean, I'd always thought she was pretty, but her personality was so off-putting that nothing sexual had ever occurred to me. 

Now there I was, covered in cum-soiled blankets, holding my dick, which was still hard, looking at a couple of pictures, one of Sarah, the other one of some hot whore who was enjoying a deep fucking who looked just like her. Did I mention that I was still hard? I immediately jacked off a second time, but when I came, I was no longer looking at the porn star's picture. I was looking at my sister.

Something happened then. My brain made some connection, some synapse misfired or something, because from that moment on, my sister- became the foremost object of my obsessions.

In the following weeks I downloaded all the videos I could find of that porn star. Aside from having a shrill voice that wasn't at all like Sarah's husky, throaty one, the more videos I watched, the more she became my sister. 

I browsed though gigabyte after gigabyte of family pictures in my computer, copying those where Sarah appeared and placing them in a hidden folder. Cutting everyone else from the pictures until I had a huge gallery of jpgs where she was in bathing suits, in parties, even at her wedding.

Fuck, she was hot. Now, with my obsessed brain working overtime, I couldn't see how I hadn't noticed it before. She's fucking gorgeous. I especially loved the pictures I had of some of her birthdays, where she's got her luscious lips puckered as she's blowing out the candles, except that now, in my mind, it's my cock that she's blowing. Even though I have a lot of pictures, I want more. I need more.

One of the annoyances of having a career in IT had always been that you automatically became Tech Support for you family. Am I right? Now, finally there was a chance to turn that all around. I was able to get a jump start to my new super-creep, stalker persona, because luckily, Sarah and her husband weren't particularly computer savvy. I had just been at their place a few months earlier to clean up their computer and update their anti-virus as a favor in the middle of a family reunion at their place. 

Her husband was a doctor. She wasn't exactly a trophy wife, she had a lucrative career too as a corporate lawyer, so they had a pretty big place in a good neighborhood in town, with a large pool in the back-yard. Most of the birthdays and family reunions were celebrated there because of it. The didn't have any kids yet.

In any case, my point is that I knew I would have a shot at what I wanted, eventually. Their files. I HAD to find more pictures. Of course, at this point in the tale, I hadn't really thought that I would ever get a chance to fuck her, I just wanted more wanking material. 

By the time I finally got my chance, about six months into my obsession, I had memorized every picture I had of her. I had beat my meat raw every night looking at her pictures on one side of the screen while keeping a small window with a video of her doppelganger porn star on the other side of the screen.

When I got the chance, at one of my kids' birthdays, I casually told her husband if he wanted me to take a look at their computer. He was so grateful! He led me to their home office and left me there, alone, with the only computer in their house.

I immediately removed a 1.5 TB external drive from my pocket and plugged it into the laptop. I didn't know how much time I would have, so I just copied the entire hard drive. I gave a cursory glance at the antivirus software I had installed previously, which was running perfectly. I cleaned the computer registry and sat back to wait. It was all I could do not to open their document files and start looking for pictures. I reminded myself to be patient.

The transfer was around 80% when Sarah walked into the room. Now, if you remember I told you I had always found her to be kind of a bitch, but being accustomed to working with assholes most of my professional life, I'm actually a damn good hypocrite. This, and the fact that my wife was always deferential to her big sister, and was very close to her, had made it so that I had always adopted a friendly attitude with her, despite her bitchiness.

Of course, now I could reap in the rewards of that. Sarah had always seen me as a nice guy, a stand-up guy, and basically not a threat. So over the years, she had probably grown used to feeling safe around me, even when she was wearing bathing suits, like she was at that very moment.

She didn't know it, but things had changed between us. As she came into the room, I was glad I hadn't been looking through their files, since that would certainly have meant that I would have had a raging hard-on. When she entered, catching me off guard, it was the first time I know for a fact that she saw the hunger in my eyes. I was very cautious after that.

She was standing there in a yellow bikini that left little to the imagination. Her body was fucking tight and toned. Even though she had smallish tits, they were perfect for her body. Her hips and stomach were fucking awesome, and I just wanted to lick the entire length of her legs as she stood there.

Like I said, the hunger must have shown for a moment, because whatever she had been about to say died on her lips as she met my eyes, and she actually gave a small step backwards.

Realizing my eyes had been roaming her entire body, the skin she was showing, I quickly played it off as if I was making an exaggerated joke, leering and ogling her openly and bugging my eyes at her, telling her it was a kid's party, not a modeling audition.

The suspicion faded from her eyes as she remembered who she was talking to, and she laughed and gave me a little playful jiggle. I could have died at that moment, but I continued playing the part of the harmless jokester. 

"Oh yeah, give us a turn!" I called to her, and she started giggling, her perky breasts bounced as she did a complete turn and shook her bottom at me. 

I shifted down in my seat immediately before she could notice that my cock was hardening. Still playing, I told her:

"Oh, good thing I'm sitting down so you don't see my erection!"

She laughed again, her body quivering and came to stand by me. she punched me softly on the arm and told me how silly I was. 

"How much of a mess have we made with the computer now?"

Completely aware of her bare stomach just inches from my face as she stood next to me I fought every fiber of my being not to lean over and lick her belly button. I showed her the virus scan report.

"Oh just cleaning the registry and cookies so your browser runs faster. You should really stop using internet explorer."

It was all Greek to her, and she shook her head, saying as much.

"OK pointdexter, just hurry up, your daughter wants everyone in the pool."

I watched her ass sway from side to side as she walked away, the edge of the bikini slightly wedged between her plump cheeks and at that very moment I knew I was lost. I knew, that if I EVER got the chance, I would fuck her brains out.

I finished the file transfer and tucked away the hard drive in my pocket for my later audit.

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Time passed, and we actually moved away for a while. My wife got a great job offer at another city on the other side of the country, so we packed up our stuff and moved. I spent a good six months looking for a job, but the economy was still reeling and there were too many jobless workers in the tech industry. 

In that time, I made a good accounting of myself taking care of the kids and maintaining the house, so my wife, who as I said is awesome, encouraged me to take the time to work on my dream, which was to be a writer. She was making enough that we were in a decent place financially, and the time with me at home was doing wonders for our kids, who were developing into polite, smart and funny little persons that were the center of our existence. So I became a stay-at-home dad that tried to write when he had the chance.

Of course, there was a huge obstacle to my efforts at concentrating when I was alone and the kids were at school. 

All the files I had plundered from Sarah's computer were in a zipped, password-protected folder on my personal laptop, categorized by now in folders such as 'bathing suit', 'face', 'body', 'wedding' and my favorite, 'Greatest Hits' which was where I copied the best shots where my sister's poses obliged my fantasies and made her look like the slut I wanted her to be.

Sadly for me, the non-tech couple didn't have any secret sex- tapes, or naked pictures for me to find, but I still had her porn star lookalike to help me with that.

For the next couple of years the status quo remained. I continued gathering pictures from social media sites where my sister- posted her photos. One Christmas, when we visited, I installed an on-line backup service on their laptop, one for which I kept an access code to, so that I could continue to sack and pillage their document files, keeping myself up to date.

When I wasn't jerking off to pictures of Sarah, or imagining I was fucking her while I was inside my wife, I actually got some writing done. I sold a manuscript for a sci-fi novel and began gathering a small but growing fan-base that after a couple of years actually made me feel like a real author. I wasn't exactly breaking into the best sellers lists, but my following novels began to appear in bookstores and I began to make enough money that I convinced my wife to move back home. 

Luckily, she was homesick as well, and missing our families, so she took a less lucrative, but still decent job back in our home town and we bought a house right in my sister's neighborhood. We could afford it now.

During the months of planning our move back, my ulterior motives were constantly jumping to the forefront of my mind. I was going to be close to Sarah again. My obsession, which had cooled down some being so geographically distant, had started to consume me. All I saw was her face and her body when I went to sleep, when I fucked my wife, whenever I closed my eyes.

The porn star lookalike had gotten a huge boob job in that time that totally ruined the illusion for me, even though it made her much more popular as an actress. She was no longer the spitting image of my sister, so I kept watching her old videos when I needed to simulate fucking Sarah's sweet mouth. Her tight ass. I imagined cumming all over her gorgeous face as she pleaded for more.

I had to find a way. It was an itch that just wouldn't quit until it was scratched. 

When we finally moved back and had our housewarming party, Sarah came with her goofball husband, and I saw that she was still as fuckeable as ever.

The face that had launched a thousand wanks smiled delightedly when she saw me. You see, now that I was a semi-famous author, my stock had gone up. She hugged me tightly and I had to turn to one side to try and hide my hard-on.

She peppered me with questions about my books, how I came up with the stories, and seemed particularly interested in how I came up with the steamy details of the sex scenes I wrote for my characters.

"God, you guys must have a pretty hot sex-life." I heard her comment to my wife, whose prudishness in all fairness had softened when she'd begun to read my stuff.

Yes sir, my wife had begun sucking my cock on a fairly regular basis, after years together where it was a maybe-two-times-a-year thing and only on my birthday and our anniversary, and I admit that while a lot of the times in my mind it was her sister who was sucking me off, sometimes her own face would remain, her own lips wrapped around my cock as she tried to take more of it in.

It was something new for her, and I appreciated it very much, since I had always been a fan of getting my dick sucked. Who isn't right? It was tough going, at first, she had a small mouth and even my average-sized cock filled it up easily. She had hesitancy issues at first, because she stopped every time she scraped her teeth around my shaft, which hurt, true, but she paused to make sure I was okay every time, so it was slow going.