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Hurry

By: litjosie



Hello everyone! I want to thank you all for the delicious feedback I have received from my audios, you just can't imagine how wet I become when I read it all.  Thank you!  I am moving this week, so I won't be able to answer feedback as often/promptly as I'd like. As opposed to my other stories, this audio is just what escaped my dirty mouth while I fucked my naughty little pussy.  Enjoy, and I'll talk to you all soon.

Hugs,

Josie 

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I'm sorry, lover, but I just got out of the shower and I couldn't help but touch myself thinking about fucking you after you came home from work.  But I was nice enough to record it for you, I know how much you love hearing me cum...I wanted you to hear the nasty things that run through my mind when I'm touching my pussy for you.  

Hurry home, so I can fuck you...

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Hurry Home



Driving home after working late one night, I decided to call my wife and let her know I would soon be there. After talking briefly about our respective days our conversation turned more intimate. Lisa told me to hurry as she had a little surprise for me. Of course I tried to pry it out of her, but she refused to answer any of my probing questions. I chuckled and asked her if she could at least give me a clue. She giggled and said only that "I'd love it" and to get home quick, then she hung up.

I smiled to myself as my foot pressed the accelerator closer to the floor. My mind was racing as the miles flew by. I could tell by the purring in my wife's voice that her "surprise" was definetly sexual in nature and as the different scenarios flashed through my head I could feel my cock begin to stir. 

I had completely forgotten about my long work day as I pulled into our driveway. I was becoming hornier by the minute and trotted into the house anxious to find out what she had planned for me. The house was dark except for several candles burning in the kitchen. I kicked my boots off at the door and announced I was home. No answer.

After searching the downstairs rooms and finding no one, I smiled as I realized this must be part of my wife's little surprise. I called out again but still no response. Shrugging to myself I walked over to the kitchen sink and began to wash my hands. The suspense was starting to get to me when suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my waist. I jumped a little and I heard my wife giggle behind me. I tried to turn around but to my surprise Lisa pressed up against me and told me to be quiet and do as I was told.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax as her soft fingers found their way under my shirt and lightly traced circles on my skin. She then began to slowly massage my nipples and I moaned quietly.

"You like that, don't you?" she said quietly in my ear, knowing full well I did.

As she continued to rub my chest, she began to grind her hips against my butt. To my surprise I could detect a firm lump between her legs that she seemed to press up against me with increasing urgency.

My cock by now was as hard as steel. My wife's breathing was becoming more labored as she began to lick my neck and ear while the grinding motion of her hips turned to a humping.

Suddenly I realized what was going on. My normally reserved, quiet wife was going to be the aggressor and take charge tonight. We had recently shared this fantasy of switching roles but I never dreamed she would be so enthustiastic.

I decided to test her just a bit and tried to turn around and face her. My wife responded by roughly pushing me away from her and telling me sternly I had better do as I was told or she would stop everything and walk away. With that she practicaly ripped my shirt off and flung it on the floor.

Her hands then began to fondle my cock through my jeans as she resumed grinding herself against me. I brazenly thrust my ass towards her and pushed back.

"Oh what a horny little thing you are" she moaned as her hands grasped my hips and her humping became more urgent. I began to relax and get into playing the submissive role as my beautiful wife became bolder.

"You've got a hot little ass baby" she purred "I've got something special for that ass." With that her hands fumbled with my belt and with one quick jerk she pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees.

By now my prick was litterly dripping and I couldn't resist reaching down and stroking it. 

"Stop that" my wife demanded and slapped my hand away from my burning rod. "You horny slut, I'll tell you if you can play with that little thing."

I couldn't believe how excited I was becoming from being dominated by my wife. As I let out a moan of frustration, I felt her reach over to the counter and pick something up. My eyes were closed and my heart pounded as I wondered what she was going to do next.

The next sensation was of warm oil being dribbled over my lower back and butt. Lisa worked the oil in slowly, concentrating on the area between my cheeks. It felt so good I couldn't help but moan again. I reached back and began to help her, rubbing the oil all over my slick ass and balls. Our hands met and she gently guided my hand back as both our fingers began to massage my tight hole.Every time I would try to reach back and touch Lisa however she would pull away. She continued to run her hand up and down my crack as I shamelessly allowed her full access by pulling my cheeks wide open. Ever so slowly she began to focus on the cleft, driving me mad with anticipation. She chuckled as I squirmed under her,enjoying her new found power.

Just when I thought I could take no more she slipped a finger inside me. I gasped and pushed myself back to meet her finger which was beginning to pump in and out. My wife has been stimulating me like that for a long time and has become an expert. She worked in two, then three fingers, then another. "That's four" she exclaimed with obvious excitement since she had never had so many in me before.

"Yeah" was all I could say as her fingers pumped in and out of my hungry ass. 

"You like being stretched wide? Hmm, you like it don't you?" She sneered.

"God yes!" I cried.

"Good" she responded "I've got something

that will stretch that your ass real good."

After reaming me for several mind-blowing minutes she gave my ass a slap and ordered me to turn around. I did so as quickly as possible considering my pants were around my ankles, and lay my eyes on my wife for the first time that night.

She stood in front of me wearing nothing but a red camisole, her body glowing in the candlelight. My eyes traced down her body, past her full breasts and locked onto the area between her legs. To my surprise (and delight) she wore a black leather harness from which protruded a long and very thick rubber cock. My knees became weak as my eyes shot back up to meet hers. She looked down shyly for just a moment and then gaining back her courage began to slowly stroke her "cock" while looking strait at me. I stood there frozen, not sure what to do.

"Well don't just stand there, get on your knees and show me how much you want this cock" she growled. The harshness of her voice shocked me but I obeyed and instantly removed my pants and dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor. 

Lisa was definatley getting off on her new role and quickly moved to me, grasped the back of the head and thrust that thick cock into my mouth. I had often wondered what it would be like to suck a cock and now I had my chance to find out. I started slowly, getting used to the size, but soon I was sucking Lisa's "cock" like a whore. The sight of her husband on his knees in front of her slurping away on a gigantic dildo was about all my beautiful wife could take. Her legs were trembling and her juices were actually beginning to run down the inside of her thighs. As for me, so much cum was leaking out of my cock that it was beginning to form a small puddle on the floor. 

"You're a good little cock sucker" my wife purred. I moaned an acknowledgment, looking up at her through lust clouded eyes. I was really getting into it now, licking up and down the shaft then sucking the head while jerking it off. The whole time the motion of me pulling on the dildo was stimulating my wife's pussy until she was about to burst.

"Yeah, that's it, get it good and slick" Lisa whispered as I licked the huge shaft from the base to the head and slathered it with my saliva.

I was shocked at how much I loved it and I felt a little ashamed. I never thought I would be so out of control and hot that I would do such a thing. Here I was though, kneeling in front of my wife, a huge "cock" in my mouth, as she gazed down at me full of lust. I swear I could have licked and sucked that thing for hours but after a few minutes Lisa could take no more and ordered me to my feet. She obviously had another plan for that dildo and I was pretty sure what it was.

We both were so turned on by now a bomb could have gone off next door and we wouldn't have noticed. I stood naked in front of her, shamelessly rubbing my prick. 

"You horny little bitch, I know you like sucking cock but now it's time to get fucked" she said in a voice that was so husky I couldn't believe it was hers.

She moved towards me as if in a trance. "Bend over" she ordered and I quickly obeyed, leaning my elbows on the kitchen table and jutting my horny ass in the air. She was on me in an instant and immediately began to finger fuck me again.

"Tell me what you want" she hissed, excited beyond belief "tell me."

"Fuck me" I responded in a whisper.

She oiled me up again and began to run that huge cock up and down the crack of my ass.

"Tell me what you want" she repeated "say it." By now I would have said or done anything just to feel that big prick inside me.

"Fuck me Lisa" I croaked "ram me with your big cock" But as ready as my wife was she couldn't resist teasing me some more.

"Beg for it" she said and I did, pleading for her to put that cock inside of me. She laughed wickedly as she realized she was truly in control.

I felt the head of her cock at my hole and took a deep breath. Slowly she worked it around and suddenly with one quick motion the fat head of the dildo slipped inside me.

"Oh, God!" I moaned. She paused for a moment and then with one smooth motion fed me the entire thing. The feeling of that thick shaft sliding up inside me is indescribable, but I knew at once it was something I would always need. She rested for a minute; the dildo buried deep inside me, and then began to slowly but firmly pump in and out. Now I know why women make so much noise while they're being fucked as I couldn't resist moaning and grunting from the wonderful sensation of it all.

While Lisa was fucking me she reached around and began to stroke my slick member. I didn't want it to ever end but that fat cock sawing in and out of my ass coupled with the attention my prick was getting was rocketing me quickly to a giant orgasm. Lisa's thrusting was becoming more savage as she neared her own orgasm. Suddenly she screamed as the motion of the dildo on her groin was too much and she had an earth-shaking orgasm. That was all I needed and I shouted so loud I thought the neighbors would hear as I shot jet after jet of cum all over the kitchen floor.

My wife callapsed on my back gasping for breath. We lay like that for a few minutes, both our minds reeling from what just happened. She started to giggle as she stood up and slipped the dildo out of my ass. I started laughing too and we embraced.

Since that day my wife has fucked me in many different positions all over our house. She also enjoys making me get on my knees and beg to suck her "cock". We still enjoy more conventional sex, but we are glad we explored our fantasies. It is just another aspect of our rich and satisfying sex life. 



Hurry, Late For Work



“Damn it!” Jessalyn Hendricks could not believe her luck. She had hit every traffic light between her apartment and her office. She was already 15 minutes late for work. Standing now in the lobby of the massive skyscraper that housed her law firm, the elevator slammed shut in her face. Desperately, she hit the open button, but her attempt was in vain. She debated taking the stairs, but quickly vetoed the idea. Jessalyn could not imagine trying to run up to the 38th floor in a pair of heels and a skirt. She checked her watch. 9:15 am. Great.

Jessalyn had a meeting scheduled for 9:30 am with a new client, and she needed the little bit of time to prepare and compose herself. Noah Jennings was huge, rich and powerful. He was looking for an attorney to settle alimony disputes between him and his ex-wife. The last thing that Jessalyn needed was a cocky, twenty-something business owner complaining about women and his pathetic life in general. Then again, Jessalyn knew she should be grateful for this opportunity. If he was pleased with her work, he might ask her for additional help. Additional work meant additional money. If she ever wanted to open her own law firm, Jessalyn would have to do some ass-kissing.

Jessalyn was busy pondering the opening presentation she had prepared when she was bumped from behind. “Excuse me, I am so sorry!” a deep male voice apologized to her back. Jessalyn whirled around and found her face buried into a very broad, well-built chest. She stepped back and looked into the face of a very handsome stranger. “Someone was trying to get by me, and the lobby just isn’t big enough,” he offered as she stared at him dumbfounded. Finding her voice, Jessalyn managed to squeak out an okay before spinning around again. She did not recognize him. Working in such a huge building meant that she did not necessarily know all of her neighbors. She would definitely have to find out who he is. 

The elevator doors opened, and Jessalyn stepped in. Mr. Handsome stepped in behind her. She pressed the button for floor 38, and asked where he was going. He said he was going to a law firm, not sure which one, though. There were too many in the building to guess. He reached into his leather briefcase to search for the information. The doors shut and the elevator began to rise. 

Jessalyn stole a glance at him while he searched. About 6’4”, black hair, baby blue eyes, and a body to die for. Or, at least, to beg for. This guy was no couch potato. He was clean cut, clean-shaven, and smelled like heaven. His musky scent drifted through the elevator and tickled her nose, causing goose pumps to jump onto her arms. His navy Armani suit and blue tie set his eyes off perfectly. Damn. Mr. Handsome looked up at her and noticed her checking him out. Jessalyn blushed and looked away quickly, pretending that the ugly wood paneling on the elevator was simply fascinating. 

The elevator rose to the 24th floor and suddenly jostled to a stop. Jessalyn braced herself against the wall for balance as the lights dimmed to the emergency lighting system. Mr. Handsome reached by her to the control panel, which was now blank. After pressing a few buttons, he looked at her and said, “I think we lost power”. Jessalyn didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at such an obvious statement. 

“Does the emergency call button work?” Jessalyn asked. He pushed the big, red button and shook his head no. 

“What about the phone?” Again, he shook his head no. 

“Damn, this is just great,” Jessalyn sighed as she set down her briefcase. She rolled her head from side to side in a fruitless effort to release some of her tension. “I wonder how long we will be here”, Jessalyn mused. Mr. Handsome cocked his head to look at her. “I am not sure, but there is not a whole lot we can do about it”. Jessalyn offered him a smile, and slid to the floor. She looked up at him, and was aware he was looking directly down her blouse, not even trying to hide his gaze. She blushed slightly and started to move her jacket to cover herself. 

“Hell”, she thought, “if you have it, flaunt it”. She worked so many hours that she barely had time for herself, let alone a sex life. She was beginning to forget what it was like to be a woman, to feel the lovely sensation of wetness caused by a man. Her fingers were one thing, but there is only so much a woman can do to please herself. Perhaps he could at least give her a new fantasy to live out while she was pleasuring herself. Jessalyn was running out of ideas, and faces to put with them. 

In a move bolder than anything she had ever done in her life, Jessalyn leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes. She nonchalantly pushed her chest out, causing her ample breasts to strain against the silk of her shirt. She shook her head, allowing her long, blond hair to move about her shoulders. She crossed one thigh over the other, making her skirt rise slightly. She wondered if he could see the lace top of her thigh highs. Jessalyn opened her green eyes and looked at him intently. He was staring at her without abandon. “I don’t usually do this sort of thing”, she murmured. Perhaps the air in the elevator was thin- she sure as hell was not acting like herself!

He swallowed once and took a step towards her. He knelt in front of her and reached out a massive hand to touch her silky hair. “My God, you are beautiful”, he breathed, in his deep, lovely voice. He let the strands of her hair fall from his hand as he moved his fingers to touch the side of her face. Jessalyn leaned her cheek against his hand and looked into his eyes, which were dark with passion. He moved closer to her, placing a leg on either side of hers. He tipped her chin up with one finger, and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her softly at first, letting his lips taste her. He continued to touch her face as his mouth worked magic, and she felt him press the tip of his tongue against her lips, urging them open. Jessalyn obliged, and his tongue caressed hers, gentle at first, then with more demand. Immediately, Jessalyn felt her panties grow damp with her own desire. 

His hands moved from his face down her neck to the fabric of her shirt. He rubbed her breasts through her shirt and bra. She moaned as she felt her nipples harden. He moved his mouth and ran his tongue along her jawline to her ear. He sucked on her earlobe as his hands continued to work her breasts. He expertly unbuttoned her shirt, tugged her bra down so her tits were free. He leaned back to look at her. “Amazing, fucking amazing”, he breathed as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. Jessalyn ran her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, feeling the tight definition of muscle underneath his suit. She had a sudden, overcoming desire to see the beauty of his body. He moved his head to her other breast, and Jessalyn clumsily worked the buttons of his jacket. He lifted his head to help her with the jacket, and shrugged it off of his shoulders. She started on the buttons of his dress shirt as he loosened his tie. 

Finally, he was naked from the waist up, and Jessalyn sucked in her breath. He was beautiful- tanned chest, broad, hairless to the navel, where a thin line of dark black hair traveled down into his pants. Damn if she didn’t want to let her tongue follow that trail. The thought alone of having him in her mouth was enough to make her very, very wet. She reached out and lightly touched the tip of her fingers to his muscles. She grazed his nipples, and he jumped. She smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his chest. Her tongue explored his exposed skin, paying particular attention to the nipples. He brought his hands up to stroke her back as she did this and she sighed with pleasure. Jessalyn rose on her knees in front of him and leaned up to kiss him. Embraced in a passionate kiss, he grabbed her hands and placed them on the front of his pants. He was rock hard. She felt him pushing against the fabric of his pants. Not breaking the kiss, Jessalyn undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. She slid the zipper down, and, to her delight, found that he was completely naked underneath. 

Jessalyn pulled back from him and he moaned in protest. She pulled the pants over his hips, completely exposing his cock. She bent her head to run her tongue over the head. The skin was silky, smooth and tasted wonderful. He grabbed her head and pulled her away. “Stand up”, he breathed in a voice that was thick with desire. She did as he told her. He shoved her skirt up, and slid her panties to the side, admiring the hairless, naked mound. He slid a finger up into her, and she shuddered at his touch. He removed a finger, and brought it to her lips. She licked her juices off of him as she stared into his eyes. He slid her panties off, and brought the tip of his dick to rest against her. She pushed her body forward, and he shook his head no. 

He moved to lie on the ground. “Sit on my face,” he commanded. Jessalyn happily did as was asked. She lowered her body to his mouth, facing his dick. As he ran his tongue along the lips of her cunt, she leaned forward to enjoy his body. He grabbed her hips hard, and pulled her roughly against his face. Licking, sucking, pulling her clit with his teeth, his urge for her became more primal. Barely able to concentrate on her own task at hand, Jessalyn started on him. She matched his urgency with a teasing of her own. She blew against the drops of pre-cum that rested on the head of his dick before taking him completely into her mouth. He moaned against her pussy, but continued working on her. He thrust his tongue up into her, darting in and out, each time a little faster and harder than the last. She ran her teeth lightly against his shaft as she rubbed the tip of him against the back of her throat. She let her fingers rest on his balls, stroking them gently as she continued to enjoy the taste of his dick. 

She felt the lovely tightening of his body as he stopped kissing her pussy. “I’m gonna explode, baby, right into your mouth…” he said huskily. His fingers gripped her hips tight as she moved her head up and down his cock. Finally, she pressed her lips against the base of him, and he shot deep into her throat. He thrust his hips up as he did this, delighting Jessalyn. She kept her mouth on him until he finally began to relax. 

He pulled her back onto his face, and continued right where he left off. Jessalyn sat straight up, and began to ride against his mouth. She found a rhythm where she was moving back and forth, guided by his hands. He continued to tongue-fuck her soaking wet pussy as she felt her orgasm rising. Her legs weakened, and she felt the warmth rush through her. She let out a loud moan, which echoed through the elevator as she ground her body hard against his face. He murmured words of encouragement into her as she felt her body tighten and release. She came hard, harder than she ever had before, the juices flowing into his mouth. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breathing was rugged, as if she had just run a marathon. He drug his tongue lightly over her lips, cleaning her. 

She lay on the floor next to him for a moment, resting her head on his chest. “You are not only beautiful, but you are a spectacular lover. I would love to be with you again”, he whispered against her ear. She smiled up at him. As she did so, the lights flickered on and the elevator began to rise with a jerk. He jumped up and hit the stop button. Laughing, they quickly dressed. He grabbed her and kissed her mouth as he reached behind him to release the stop. They rose to the 38th floor, and Jessalyn stepped out of the elevator. She turned around as the doors shut. He blew her a kiss and vanished. Fighting a rising disappointment, Jessalyn sauntered casually to the office, opened the door and let herself in. She stopped at the reception desk to check her messages with her secretary.

“My god, you look… I don’t know… like someone who just got laid…no wonder you are almost an hour late, without excuse or apology,” her secretary commented. Jessalyn flushed deep red and laughed. 

“A lady never tells her secrets”, she quipped as she walked into the privacy of her office. Preparing her notes, she looked at the clock. 10:00 am. She had been stuck in the elevator for 45 minutes. And she did not even know his name. Embarrassed, but sexually high, she continued to work on her notes. Her secretary buzzed her a few moments later. 

“Mr. Jennings is here to see you. He apologizes for this lateness, but ran into mechanical trouble on the way over.” 

“Please show Mr. Jennings to the conference room and set him up with some coffee or water. I will be in shortly”. That bastard did not even have the decency to phone and let them know ahead of time that he would be late. He will pay all right. Brushing aside her anger, Jessalyn walked into the conference room. Noah Jennings stood in front of her and extended his hand. 

“Noah Jennings, pleasure to meet you. You must be Jessalyn Hendricks. I look forward to working with you,” he said in his velvety seductive voice, flashing her a megawatt smile as his baby blue eyes danced with delight. 



Hurry Up!



"Chris, for heaven's sake, hurry up! How many times have I got to tell you? You're going to be late again!" Mum would yell from somewhere downstairs, "Come on, get a move on, you'll miss the bus if you're not careful!"

"Yeah alright Mum, I'll be there; I'll make it," I'd shout back as I hurriedly gathered all my bits and pieces together.

And then my sister Sharon might join in too - and that really made me hurry up. No way did I want to get on the wrong side of her!

Mum was always yelling at me back then and if it wasn't her then it was my sister - thank heavens that Dad kept out of it; I guess he was just too busy to worry about little me.

I was always running late in those days; always the one who had to be chivvied out the door; always the last one to leave the room; always the one who had to run to get to wherever it was I should have been two minutes earlier.

I always knew I was running late because I was an avid clock watcher, always checking my watch to see how many minutes - or even seconds - I had left before I'd be late and yet somehow I was never actually late; seldom if ever did I miss my school bus, or a lesson or a meal. It was always with a narrow squeak that I made it and it seemed that I was always like that; it was part of my psyche or something.

Even once I started work, once school and college was done and dusted, I'd be almost late. Never to the point of actually being late; of incurring the wrath of my boss but always right on the limit. Seldom if ever did I have a document on his desk, a letter in the post or a job completed before time...but somehow I always managed to squeeze my actions into deeds just before anyone complained. It was almost as if I'd made an art of it - and yet it was all very unintentional.

My tardiness, well 'near' tardiness, might have been even considered to be normal had it not been that my sister was the complete opposite. Sharon was the one who'd be standing there tapping her feet impatiently; marching back and forward as she waited for me or joining in to yell at me just like her mother did. She was always the one whose school work was always handed in first; who was always at the head of a queue or who stood there imploring the bus driver to wait for me. 

I occasionally found myself wondering if I wasn't late just as a foil for her eagerness but I also felt entirely grateful for her patience, especially so because she'd sometimes get me out of trouble. It would be she who would make excuses for me or even help me to finish my task before the deadline passed - she was brilliantly supportive of me for some reason and despite my callow youthfulness I loved her dearly.

There was something about her that always made my eyes follow her around, even in those years before sex raised its head. She bounced through life so brightly, breathed an air of happiness around her and raised the liveliness of the atmosphere - without even doing anything! Sharon was just one of life's wonders, in my juvenile opinion.

By the time she'd left college and started work she was my dream girl. She was as tall as me; although being five years older than me helped there and just as I was entering puberty so she was moving into a stage of development that turned her from being a beanpole tomboy into a voluptuous young woman. Her breasts were becoming substantial works of art, as was her ass; her attributes being enough to cause me to hold my breath and to stare stupidly whenever she appeared. Already she was fast becoming my fantasy woman as I stroked my growing penis and by the time I'd reached eighteen the only woman in my mind at night was her. Truthfully she was the only woman I knew, apart from Mom of course...and those electronic images on the internet.

To be honest, any man would have swooned over her, such was her allure. Her blond cascade of hair always glowed with sunlight; her bright cheeks and lips spoke of her warmth; her melodious voice awoke happiness in all who heard her and every man lost control of his mind when she was near.

The only downside to her, if you could call it that was this ability to be there when I was late; to chase me along. I'd have been much happier to be left alone but then I'd probably have been bullied by Mom instead...

"Oh come on Chris, please hurry up," she might say imploringly.

"Please don't be late again," she'd sigh as she gathered my bits and pieces for me.

"Don't take all night!" she'd say, her fingers tapping at the doorframe as she waited for me to leave the bathroom.

In a way I'd get exasperated that she pestered me and yet I was also very grateful because she was helpful too.

"Come on, I'll give you a hand," she'd say if it appeared that I was struggling with something.

"Let me help," she'd say as she'd lean over my shoulder.

"I'll do that for you," she'd say as she completed something that I'd almost failed to finish.

She was so helpful as to be a nuisance sometimes but then again it seemed that my body created situations; set up problems for her to solve...just so that I could have her near me!

It was only when I was well into sexual adulthood, when my penis had achieved its full potential, when I spent my evenings wanking, when I was almost twenty that I understood that fact.

Yes; perhaps I did do it on purpose. I certainly enjoyed her presence - she turned me on terribly and that was without her help! She didn't tease me intentionally but she seemed careless when she was near me at home, flashing a bum cheek or two or a breast almost to the nipple or just generally showing a lot of flesh. Or when she helped me she might press her breasts against me, probably unintentionally but terribly erotically.

Whatever, her actions and even just her presence turned me on so much that she became the idol of my wanking; the perfect dream and yet the unachievable goal - the one person who could never figure sexually in my reality. 

Truthfully though I had to admit that had I been so lucky as to entice her into a horizontal position with me, I really wouldn't have known what to do with her! While I knew every inch of my penis I knew almost nothing about women's bodies except that they turned me on. Oh I knew the mechanics of the bits; I was an avid reader of both pornographic and more intelligent articles and I'd watched enough porn to know where things went, but the fact of the matter was that I was almost a virgin. 

That sounds stupid but what I mean is that I'd had sex with a few girls but it had all been quick stuff - a couple of knee-tremblers and even a blow job but I'd never bedded a girl; hardly ever even got past the chatting-up phase.

Perhaps my intended girlfriends all became sick of me being 'almost' late; perhaps my approach was wrong or perhaps there was some unknown factor. But the fact was that although I took a number of girls out we seldom progressed past the first date and my lack of success began to dwell on me. I started to become morose after each failed date, staying in my room to lie on my bed and stare vacantly at the ceiling, only reluctantly being prised out of my den.

If I'd had my own place then perhaps I'd have roused myself eventually, or perhaps become a complete recluse but being at home was different. If Mom wasn't to hand then Sharon was. Sharon and I could both have moved out since we both had adequate incomes but home was better. 

Dad had invested heavily in the house and had extended it several times so we now had loads of space. The house actually comprised the main house and a 'granny annex' - a separate smaller home that had been for Dad's mom to come and live in...before she died rather unexpectedly. So instead of her using it, Sharon and I took over...sharing the amenities and with a bedroom each.

It was more comfy; there were more social interactions between the four of us; there were more 'amenities' for us to use - so why move out?

And it was there that Sharon found me late one Saturday evening, gloomily pondering my latest failure at entertaining some local lass, having had high hopes of breaking my duck; of getting a girl back and into my bed. The particular girl was known to be a bit free and easy and my expectation had been high when I talked her into going out with me that night but it didn't take long for the evening to start to fall apart.

It started when we eventually reached the club - just as they were closing the doors. As we hurried towards the building a swift glance at my watch told me that we had just minutes to go - but their timing was different to mine.

"Sorry mate, you know the rules - if you're not inside by eight then you stay out," said the bouncer at the door, his meaty body firmly backing his words.

"Yeah, but, but it's isn't eight yet, its two minutes to go," I said showing him my watch face.

"Tough; my watch says it's just gone eight and that's what I go by," said the doorman as he displayed his great golden chunky timepiece to me.

Yeah, it was a rule to stop gatecrashers and other interlopers - you arrived on time or not at all and then, when you left, you stayed out.

I just stood there hopelessly until my date pushed past me, sidled up to the bouncer and began sweet-talking him; rubbing her generous tits and lithe body against his arms - and suddenly we were allowed in.

I would have kissed her if I could but she was pushing ahead of me as we made our way to the main arena; then once there we discovered that all the tables were taken and by the time I reached the bar I also found that their promise of a free promotional drink was ended. To add to my chagrin I'd left my cash in the care of my girlfriend-for-the-night so I had to return to her, explain the situation and then return to the bar with some money.

By the time I returned to her again two other guys were chatting her up and she took her drink from me with hardly a glance. We spent the next hour or two just standing there, almost ignoring each other while I fended off other admirers. My chances were crumbling by the hour...

But the evening slowly improved as some more drinks eased the hostilities until finally my girl asked me if I'd dance with her. As usually in those circumstances I hadn't got round to asking her to dance so she'd asked me instead and we'd headed to the dance arena together but then I discovered that the activity was putting pressure on my bladder.

Before we'd even finished the first dance I was desperate to use the toilet and when I returned I found my girl locked in a close number with some other guy - my inability to do the right thing at the right time now bringing almost inevitable results. I stood there morosely while the other guy enjoyed her charms as she swayed her body against his.

Somehow she returned to me eventually and we stayed together for the rest of the evening but there was little or no warmth between us now and when we eventually left the club my date was on her phone and walked several paces ahead of me. 

We stood there beside the road as I waited for her to finish her phone call and as I debated my next move. I urgently needed to find a cab to get her back to my place, but guess who had forgotten his phone...so I needed to use hers.

Finally she finished her call but as I turned towards her to ask if I could borrow it suddenly there was a horn beeping and a car pulling up beside us. My girl turned to me instead, blew me a vapid kiss, disappeared into the car and was gone. She'd obviously had enough of me...

"Screwed it mate, haven't you?" said the bouncer with a smirking grin, "Looks like it's gonna be the old five-finger job tonight!" 

Yeah - I knew exactly what he meant - I'd have to relieve the pressure all by myself...

I walked home alone, irritated, frustrated and annoyed, lashing out occasionally at passing shadows and hedges and road signs.

"Fuck it!" I exclaimed as I lay there on my bed alone and feeling very pissed off.

My mind wound back the hours to the moment when I'd chatted that girl up; as I remembered my clever phrases, my cocky demeanour and my happy success. She was a bit of hot stuff and I knew that if I played things right then I'd get my end away before the night was out, hardly expecting things to go the way they did.

"Fuck it!" I exclaimed again, my hand smacking my brow in annoyance, "Fuckin' bloody marvellous, I don't think!"

But my cock had other ideas. I might have been pissed off but the message hadn't reached my cock and instead of feeling gloomy it still seemed to harbour plans that involved lots of thrusting and exploding and as a vision of that girl scrolled through my mind; a dream-like vision of her spreadeagled on my bed, my cock jerked in anticipation.

"Fuckin' piss off, you bloody thing!" I exclaimed, irritated at my penis as it throbbed eagerly.

The thought of that girl had set it off, rising and stiffening and there was very little I could do to stop the inevitable. My cock would have to be pacified and if not in the vagina of a girl then in my hand.

Idly as I let my hand fall and caress my bulging trousers I looked around, considering which means I'd use tonight as a stimulant. 

Magazines? A DVD? The internet? Or just my mind?

With a suddenly decisive movement I rolled onto my side and opened the bedside locker door to pull out my latest porn magazine and before long it was spread out on the bed as my hand continued to pleasure my hard erection but then an advert caught my eye - an advert for a new porn site. The magazine wasn't old and dog-eared; it was quite recently purchased so I knew that the advert wasn't for a site that opened years ago; it might be worth a look-in.

Quickly I fired up my laptop and then tapped in the address and before long I was registering my free account. Both hands had been occupied on my laptop but now I could once again devote one to massaging my cock, feeling it stiffen once more.

I scanned the new sex site for categories, soon finding what I wanted - videos that mimicked my evening out - but without the crappy ending and soon the video of my choice was running. There on the screen a young and sexy female was on the phone chatting to a guy; then meeting up with him, going to a club and then back to his place for the finale. I could now rerun my evening while imagining that I was that guy; this was going to feel good!

Steadily the plot began to unfold and as it did so I worked my belt loose and slid my zip down and then smoothly slid my hand inside my boxers to enfold my cock.

"Oooohhh yeahhhh!" I moaned to myself as my fingers coiled around my shaft, "Gonna feel so good!"

I squirmed around as I began to push my trousers down...

In my video and my re-enactment I was lost, letting my mind imagine that it was happening to me and I was getting really into it when I heard a low chuckle and there beside me was my sister!

"Wha...! What the...? Fuck off - just fuck off!" I yelled, not because I hated my sister but because I'd been caught red-handed, but Sharon just stood there and ignored my words.

I was all a-flurry, scrambling to hide my magazine, the video on the laptop and evidence of my arousal all at the same time but all I succeeded in doing was to knock the magazine onto the floor; pause the video and catch my boxers in my zip.

"Jesus, you stupid bitch!" I howled, embarrassed anger pouring from me like molten fire, "See what you've done? Why didn't you knock? Why didn't you wait?"

"Have you finished?" asked Sharon calmly, still standing there nonchalantly, "Have you finished shouting?"

"Why shouldn't I shout at you?" I asked, barely in control of my tongue as I struggled to release my boxers, "You had no rights to come charging in like that!"

"I did not 'come charging in' as you say," said Sharon still calmly watching me, "I knocked; you didn't answer. I waited and still you ignored me, so I came in."

"Why - well what the hell do you want anyway?" I asked, my mind distracted as I fought with my zip, "What can't wait until the morning - what's so bloody urgent?"

"Hmmm, I was right then," said Sharon as she moved a few steps closer.

"Right what?" I asked.

"Right that things didn't go right," she said with a smile, "Speaking of right - is it alright if I sit down?"

"If you must," I grumpily agreed and Sharon came and planted herself on the end of the bed.

"Come on, tell me," she said gently, "What happened then?"

I didn't like the way her eyes were still connected to my zip and the chunk of material that was still locked in its teeth that I was still wrestling with so I moved my hand away, leaving the material sticking out like a small tongue.

"What's there to tell," I answered moodily, "Nothing happened - so there."

I leaned back and rested my head on my folded hand...

"I could have told you it was going to be a disaster," said Sharon with a smile, "She was way too fast for you - right out of your league."

"How d'you know that?" I said as I frowned at her but Sharon continued to smile.

"Her reputation went before her," she said gently, "No way was she going to wait for you to catch up - to keep up with her. She's one of those people who expect things to happen; she went out to get laid, I bet."

"So did I," I answered warily, "But I screwed up..."

Sharon chuckled as her hand reached out and rested on my thigh, gently soothing me, rubbing me and I tried to ignore the delicious feelings her hand was creating.

"You're too much of a ditherer; you need to be more self assured, more possessive; more aggressive even," said Sharon, "But you'll never be that; you'll always be the same. You can't change your spots."

"Yeah but if we'd have got there half an hour earlier it probably would have been ok," I answered, knowing inside that she was right.

"But you'd never have made it there that early," said Sharon firmly, her hand rubbing a bit harder, "You'll always be late - that's just you."

I felt my face fall as the truth sank in and managed to look at Sharon, my eyes feeling sad and puppy-like.

"Well what am I supposed to do then?" I asked, "How on earth am I ever going to get laid?"

I actually felt tears in my eyes - I actually felt close to crying - but not in front of my sister although my eyes were so hot that I had to shut them and as I did so I felt Sharon moving on the bed, the mattress dipping closer to me now.

"I don't suppose I can help?" said Sharon, her voice all soft and cool, her fingers now more active, "I wouldn't mind helping out..."

"Uhhh?" I queried, "Like how - what?"

"How about I start by sorting your zip out?" she said, causing my eyebrows to jerk upwards somewhat unexpectedly.

Unbidden her hand slid slowly over my thigh and downwards over my groin and I felt everything inside me tighten up as her hand approached my zip. She let her fingers closer around the tag of boxer material, testing how firmly it was held and then they slid upwards to grasp my zip.

Suddenly I found that I was holding my breath and equally suddenly I realised that my penis was starting to fill out again.

"No - no - get your hand away," I spluttered in panic but all Sharon did was to bring her other hand into play too, seemingly not noticing any penile movement.

"I need two hands to do this," she said and as she spoke she slid that little bit closer to me, bringing one leg up to rest on the bed.

Immediately my eyes moved from her hands to her leg, her long, naked, smooth, tanned, sleek leg that was resting right before me, undraped right up to within inches of her groin.

I felt myself starting to drool and had to suck the dribble in and swallow quickly before swiping my tongue over my lips. Quickly I shook my head and pulled my eyes away, only to let them jerk back to my zip.

Sharon now had both hands busy as she tried to extract the material and she was tugging hard at my trousers - then suddenly there was action! Suddenly the zip gave way; suddenly Sharon's hands were tearing the two halves of my zip apart; suddenly the zip split open.




Hurry Up or We'll Miss the Show



I was in college, 5'7 thin with full b-cups. I was a bit naïve, and not very assertive, he was two years older, and I was a bit intimidated by him. We'd been dating six weeks and had sex for the first time the week before (he was only my second partner).

He parked the car in the first spot in front of the theater and told me not to get out. We still had twenty minutes to the show, did I want to fool around? Where? We were in a soon to be in a very crowded parking lot.

He touched my leg a few inches above the thigh. 

"No one can see through these windows."

I wasn't so sure.

His hand crept up my leg.

I hadn't spoken.

He tugged at my panties, and they slipped down half an inch. I could feel the open air against my pussy, and the security of wearing my underwear. I knew I was getting wet, but this was crazy. His car was so low to the ground and there would be hundreds of people walking past us in a few minutes.

His finger slipped in easily, and I bit my lower lip and gazed across at him. He grinned as he pushed deeper into me, and then all the way back out.

We say in silence.

A group of frat guys were twenty yards from the car and would have to walk right past us to get into the theater.

He tugged again at my panties, the black silk g-string slipped over my ass and into his hands. I wanted to see how far he would go if I didn't say a word.

He grabbed me by the hips and pushed my head and torso into the back seat. My lower back and ass rested on his center console, and he spread my legs open as the boys walked closer to the windshield. There were six of them, and I pretended to try to close my legs, but he kept them open, my pussy exposed and leaking, my eyes staring at the frat guys.

"Even if they could see, what would they do?"

My boys were at the car now, I was focusing on them when he started going down on me. All tongue, all good. He knew what he was doing, and I could hear the guys talking, loudly and then fading as he slipped a finger in as he licked me off. I pulled at the bottom of my dress, not in any directed, as my body built for orgasm, each loop of his tongue, each push of his finger.

"You love it baby."

I couldn't deny it. I could see people walking toward us all the time now. Voices were all around, muffled, loud, clear, men, women, but mostly guys. He slipped a second finger in, which barely fit and starting going to work on my clit. I came immediately. And then he fingered me faster, and harder and I moaned once, then louder again.

At the second moan a guy walking past our car stopped. I froze and he starting pounding with his fingers and licking like mad. I tried to freeze, I tried to reach down and stop, or at least slow him down, but my body was building.

"I heard some bitch moan." His buddies stopped. What? "In this car." He tapped the glass. He friends laughed. "Fucking tinted windows." "Fuck her in the ass dude." "Make sure you get the large popcorn."

My legs shook. I grabbed the seat belt and bit as an orgasm tore through me. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was a good girl. I wore conservative clothes, I dated good guys. I couldn't be cumming in a crowded parking lot, moaning for all the world.

The boys walked to the theater, yelling across the parking lot. "Some slut's giving it up in there." Dave withdrew and closed my legs. I had a thin film of sweat all over. 

I slipped into the back seat and sheepishly rolled my eyes.

"you like being dirty don't you?"

I smiled. "That was fun."

"I felt you cumming when those guys tapped on the glass." I blushed. 

"Lose the dress."

"What about the movie?"

"We've got ten minutes, plus previews." He was right, and there were still tons of people walking past the car.

"Lose the dress." I took it off, and handed it to him, he threw in on the floor of the passenger seat. "Get up here." I climbed into the seat, naked. He took off his jeans and boxers and took my position on the center console, with his head in the back seat. "we're going to 69, I want you to stare at the people as you suck me off."

I followed directions. I wanted him, but I wanted to stare at them, I wanted to look strangers in the eye as he licked my pussy, and I felt his hot dick in the back of my throat. He was licking me, and I was stroking him, and then he was fucking me from behind, the people still coming, still standing in line at the theater, waiting to buy tickets. He didn't have a condom on, and he was fucking me from behind, and I was moaning all the time now. People were looking at our car as they passed. Lewd remarks hit me and pushed me further. The car rocked gently and he fucked my wildly. I tugged at my breasts and grabbed his balls. He fucked harder. He had me lick one of his fingers and then started playing with my asshole. I exploded. I came like I'd never come before, and I screamed and didn't care. "Lucky bastard." Was the one thing I remember hearing.

Without warming he starting cumming in my pussy. I could only tell because he thrust wildly and grunted and then slowed. I was on the pill, but I'd never had unprotected sex must less had someone cum inside me. 

The line at the theater was low now. He pulled out, and pushed me into the front seats. 

"Hurry up, we don't want to miss the show."

I pulled on my wrinkled dress, wondering what he'd done with my underwear, and then we were out of the car. I was trembling and warm, exhausted. I could feel him cum at the edge of my pussy, wanting to leak out when we were buying tickets, and I could feel a little drip as we walked across the lobby, and then I could feel it leaking out as the movie played.

When we left the theater and went back to the car. As I opened my door I heard, "Nice cum-stain slut" I looked up and three strangers. My pussy trembled and I got into the car.

A week later, walking between classes in a crowd someone slapped my ass. I was appalled, turning around I saw one of the three again. This time he was no stranger. 

"Wanna see a movie?"



Hurry Up, Quick!



"Shhh...." she put her finger to his lips. "Don't ruin this with questions. Don't even bother. You don't need to know my name, I don't need to know yours. All I need is your hard cock in my tight, wet pussy. Now." She replaced her finger with her lips and stole whatever he was about to say right out of his mouth with her tongue. As she subdued him with kisses, her hands worked on his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slipped inside his boxers. 

He was hard, so hard that she could feel him jumping in her hand as she ran her fingers down the length of him. Thankful that he hadn't taken off his coat yet, she pushed his pants and boxers lower, giving her greater access to his hard cock. While she stroked him with one hand, she lifted her skirt and shoved her panties to one side. She could feel that they were soaked, and she allowed herself a second to slip a finger between her lips to see that she was, indeed, dripping with need. 

His hands were still braced against the wall, where they'd landed when she'd grabbed him as he left the bathroom began kissing him passionately and fiercely. She abandoned his cock to grab one of his hands and bring it down to where she'd lifted her skirt. She needed only to show him how she'd shoved her thong to the side for him to begin his own explorations. He slipped his finger between her lips and moaned as he felt how wet she was. He smoothly inserted two fingers in her tight wetness, reveling in how tight she was and how very, very wet. 

She'd been looking for someone around her height with a long, bulky jacket, that way she'd only have to hike one knee up to slide him inside of her. When she'd seen him walk out of the bathroom, she knew he would be perfect and she'd made her move. Now, as he worked his fingers in and out of her at a quick pace, she was glad he hadn't resisted. 

Gripping his hard cock again, she hitched her right knee up, hooked it where his pants and boxers were balanced, and pulled him toward her. He understood immediately what she was going for, slid his fingers out of her, used them to wet his own flesh, then pushed himself into her without her even having to guide or coax him. He shoved his way inside of her tight, wet pussy. Her breath gusted out of her with a breathy sigh. He wrapped his left arm around her thigh and hip, anchoring her knee at his hip, found her left hip with his right hand, and began to pump in and out of her. 

Shifting her pelvis down, she caught friction on her clit as he slid in and out. The crowded bar and noisy band provided the perfect cover for them. Not having broken the kiss except to breathe, it just looked like two drunk fools making out in the hallway. No one looked their way, and no one thought twice about them. He kept pumping in and out, in and out, picking up speed and increasing his rhythm. Beginning to grind down on him as he slid out, she found her own rhythm to match his and felt the orgasm begin to build. 

He was gripping her hips tightly now, fingers digging into her flesh bruisingly. His thrusts were becoming deeper and harder, and she raced to keep up. Breaking the kiss, finally, she wound her fingers through his hair to brace herself as she angled her hips further down, creating more friction. Her lips found the tough fabric of his coat as she bit down to muffle her moans. His head was buried in her neck, and he bit and sucked at her tender skin to muffle his own. Her orgasm caught her just as he pushed her hard against the well. She could feel her inner muscles spasming tightly around him and could feel him pulsing and cumming inside her at the same time. 

Releasing her hips, his hands wound through her hair, using it to pull her head up from his shoulder to look at her. He kissed her gently. She used the moment to drop her foot back to the ground, slide herself off of him, and right her underwear and skirt. As she fumbled with his pants, he released her face and dropped his own to right himself. Once all was back in place, she met his eyes, smiled, kissed him one more time, and said thanks. 

She slipped from between him and the wall and walked back to the bar. He watched as her hips swayed. She slid on a barstool, linked her arm with another woman's, and slipped right back into conversation as though she'd never been gone. Shaking his head in amazement, he walked back to his friends at the pool tables and decided not to say anything to them, not that they'd believe him anyway.



Hurry Up!



"Ahhhh!" I gasped, "Oh fuck - no!"

Her actions may have released my boxers from the zip but the zip had now parted entirely and the bulge of my burgeoning erection now protruded where only a tongue had showed before.

I'd have expected Sharon to move away now but instead her hands still clung to the two halves of my unzipped trousers and now a smile was slowly forming on her face.

She looked upwards at me, her smile now broad.

"What have we here?" she asked wickedly, her eyes twinkling at me, "Looks as if you're a bit eager!"

"I don't - I didn't - I'm not..." I spluttered uselessly, "Oh fuck!"

"Hmmmm, I have to admit - you do have a problem," said Sharon, pausing to let her tongue slide over her lips and her eyes to slide over my bulge, "But although what I had in mind might cure it for now it's the overall picture that needs to change, isn't it?"

"You what?" I asked, my mouth uncertain about which words to form, "What are you on about?"

Sharon had suddenly sat more upright and she released my trousers too, leaving me there with my boxers and prominent penis bulge on show.

"We've got to get you to change the way you are," she said, her eyes visibly drawing away from my bulge and then sneaking back again, "All it'll take is a little determination on your part and you'll be right. You need to get your way of life sorted; your lateness has become something of a problem, hasn't it?"

I nodded, my mind now captivated by her thoughts; thoughts that seemed to be so far removed from the sexually charged situation we'd been in moments before.

"It'll be simple enough - all you have to do is to start your planning, let's say, half an hour earlier than you do - for everything I mean," she said, "You know, if you're going to meet a girl then do something like set your watch thirty minutes early - it's as easy as that."

"Uhhh, yeahhhh, guess it would be that simple," I said, my thoughts whirling as I took in that simple trick, "I'd never even thought of that."

Everything stopped as the notion sank in. It was simple enough but it was something I'd never been good at...but now I intended to try, really try.

"Ok - great - I'll do it," I said with determination in my voice, "Starting right now."

"Brilliant! From now onwards just start planning things a bit earlier - stop dithering perhaps; just get on with things instead of getting distracted," Sharon added, "I think that was part of your problem - you're always finding something else that needs doing."

"Mmmm, yeah, guess so," I answered and at that moment my eyes rediscovered Sharon's leg and hung there, sneakily trying to see how far up her leg I could see.

Sharon gently slapped my leg as if to admonish me.

"Just goes to show where your brain is!" said Sharon laughing, "See, you're sex mad aren't you!"

"Can't help it," I gasped, spouting out the only words I could find in my brain, "I'm just normal!"

"Huh - I'll believe that!" said Sharon, "Now come on, we've got that sorted, what's next?"

"Dunno, you've kind of taken me by surprise," I answered as I gradually gathered my senses, "Like a change of direction or something."

"Ah, I thought as much!" said Sharon with a big smile, "Of course, you had sex on your mind didn't you? You were getting ready for a nice leisurely wank when I interrupted you, weren't you?"

Her hand had returned to my thigh now and immediately I felt her touch setting things in motion again, this time even more energetically. The pleasurable sensation of a hand so near to my cock was sending waves of excitement into my core where they gathered once more and returned like ripples to flood into my balls.

"Uhhh!" I grunted as my hips jerked unintentionally, "Get off - get your hand away!"

"Oooh, we are excited, aren't we?" said Sharon, "What happens if..."

Her hand moved slowly up my thigh until she reached my undone trousers, then her hand seemed to slide downwards towards my growing bulge.

"Stop it!" I hissed, feeling things growing strongly down there, "Get away Sharon, please, please don't."

"Do you mean please get away or please don't?" she asked with a wink, "I think you really mean you don't want me to stop, eh?"

"Ooooh fuck - dunno!" I exclaimed, my words hissing from me as her fingers approached my rising cock, "Careful!"

"Careful of what? Careful where I touch you?" asked Sharon as her fingers began to smooth over the material of my boxers right where my cock was stretching them, "Or careful 'cos I'll make something happen?"

"It's too late, it's already happening!" I groaned as I felt my penis straining, "Oooohhh fuckkkkk!"

And then it was too late; Sharon's fingers were curling around my penis, slowly moving up and down, her light touch sending frantic shivers all through me.

"Oh-oh-oh!" I shuddered, "What're you doing Sharon - what on earth are you doing?"

"Just exploring Chris," she said as her fingers tightened slightly, "And I know you were all wound up so I thought I might be able to help."

Sharon's other hand now joined her first set of fingers but this time they gathered the material of my waistband and pulled it away from my cock - then downwards.

"No Sharon, no!" I gasped as my rigid penis sprang into view, "Mustn't - you mustn't! Ohhh - noooo!"

"Why not?" she replied, her hands still moving while ignoring my panic, "You're not the only one who gets all excited you know."

"Uhh?" I gasped as she stimulated my hot flesh, "You're gonna, you're gonna...!"

"Gonna what Chris?" asked Sharon with a huge smile, "Gonna lose it?"

But in those few moments her words and my resolution came back to me. No way was I going to be caught out - it was my turn to be in control of my destiny - my turn to ensure that things happened at my pace. And despite my cock remaining stiff, my rising climax died in seconds.

Spurred into sudden action I found myself grabbing her hand, heaving myself up, twisting us around, shoving Sharon down - and then I was there, astride her hips, my hands pinning her shoulders to the bed!

"Ahhh - what the fuck!" she cried, "What the hell are you up to?"

"You're not going to make me shoot off; I'm getting organised like we said I should," I answered as I leaned over her, "If you're gonna fuck around then I'm going to be the one who decides what happens."

"You're not?" asked Sharon, her voice sounding all surprised and yet soft suddenly, "Oh Chris - really? Oh yes please, yes please!"

Staggered by her eager compliance I experimentally lifted one hand and discovered that Sharon remained where she was so I lifted the other hand too and sat upright on top of her.

"You gonna stay there?" I asked and Sharon nodded with what seemed like eagerness, at which point I was able to absorb the situation. 

Sharon remained supine, her lovely breasts rising and falling. Her midriff was exposed as her blouse has risen, revealing some deliciously smooth and tanned flesh. And then as my gaze moved I realised that my trousers were still undone and that my cock still protruded stiffly. For a moment I almost panicked until I remembered that Sharon had been holding me a few moments earlier; that my exposure was really her own fault. My cock jerked energetically as the memory of her hand returned...

"So what do I do now?" I asked, my mind full of wicked ideas.

"Do you want to undo my jeans," said Sharon, her hips wriggling between my thighs, "Then push the zip down too."

I breathed a silent "wowwww" as I slowly let my hands fall to her waist where my quivering fingers undid the top of her jeans, found the zip and slowly slid it downwards. An expanse of floral material was now visible, blocking her pubic area from my eager sight.

"That's better," said Sharon, her voice still sultry and low, "Do you want to help me get them off?"

"Oh God, its happening!" I moaned to myself, "Oh fuck - yeahhhh!"

With a quick adjustment I lifted up and with that Sharon's hands came down and began pushing her jeans down over her ass and her hips and as I looked down between my legs there below me were her panties, slung low on her hips and cut high at the sides. A small triangle of diaphanous material pretended to hide her charms - her pussy which I'd only ever seen in quick glimpses and in my dreams.

"Come on, help," asked Sharon as her legs began to wriggle and I lifted up and twisting round I was able to assist her in sliding her legs from their prisons.

And then Sharon's body was still again, resting on the bed beneath my ass. I could see that she was breathing faster now though and her eyes were fixed on my waist causing my own eyes to follow her gaze. My cock was positively glowing with suppressed eagerness but what was more incriminating was that it had leaked and a small pool of clear precum had already formed on the material of her knickers. I felt myself shivering violently before Sharon's hands shocked me and awoke me.

They reached to my own waistband and began tugging at my clothes.

"Come on Chris, get undressed too, please, please," Sharon groaned and as if under her spell I rolled off her, pushed my trousers and my boxers down my legs and off then returned to my perch.

Immediately the heat from her thighs began to scald my buttocks and I inadvertently hissed a cry of shock, reinforced as I let my hands rest on Sharon's slim waist.

"Relax Chris," said Sharon, "That's so much better, but come on, hurry up, hurry up!"

"What's the rush?" I answered, suddenly in more control of my body, "You're not going anywhere are you?"

"No way!" moaned Sharon, "I'm staying right here but I need you, need you right now!"

As if realising that I was in control now I let my hands slide up her torso, pushing her blouse upwards as I did so while all the time watching Sharon's face. She had her eyes closed now as my touch excited her while her hands lifted and began to slide up and down my thighs once more. My own hands found the underside of her bra now and I stopped, concerned about what to do next but Sharon had the answer.

"Let me, hurry up," she said as she moved her hands, pushed herself upright and began to undo her blouse awkwardly, then "Help me," she asked as she grabbed my hand and moved it to her blouse.

My fingers trembled as I undid the buttons with Sharon's fingers doing their best to assist me and a few moments later we were pushing her blouse off her arms.

Sharon remained awkwardly sitting up but now she leaned into my body, her arms reaching around me for support, her warm soft bra-clad breasts pressed against my chest.

"Undo it," she said and I knew what she wanted.

My hands followed her bra strap behind her and in a second or two her bra was undone, held between us by our bodies.

"That's better," said Sharon, her body rubbing against mine while her breaths came and went quickly, "You know what we're going to do, don't you Chris?"

"Have sex?" my trembling voice answered and I saw Sharon smile quickly.

"No," she said, "We're going to make love - that's much nicer than just plain sex!"

"Oh fuck!" I groaned almost in fright, "Really? You mean it?"

"Chris, I need it as much as you do," she said, her hips squirming deliciously beneath me, "I get frustrated too you know! Now come on, let's get undressed properly, come on, please."

She slumped back to the bed and with a quick flick her bra was gone.

"Oh wow!" I said, feeling my penis jerk violently, "Bloody hell - those tits!"

And they were there before me, comfortably spread as she lay supine and yet they still stood proudly above her chest with her small tight nipples all pink and inviting.

Moments later and Sharon's hands were pulling mine until her breasts were cupped in my palms, the hardness of her nipples like peas against my skin. Slowly I moved my fingers, gently pressing into her flesh, feeling the firmness and softness, the smoothness of her skin and the roughness of her areolae, the warmth and the coolness of her breasts. Her body felt incredible, utterly arousing and so, so bloody sexy and all there was between us was the flimsy bit of material called her knickers...but not for long.

"Right - you've had a feel, now forget my tits," snapped Sharon urgently, "Get my knicks off - help me - quick!"

Her hips rose under me as her hands moved, thrusting her knickers down off her hips and her ass. Then behind me her legs squirmed and as I turned to help she flicked her knickers off with one foot, sending them spinning across the room.

In an instant I turned back - and almost cried out in shock!

There, just beneath my steaming erection was her pussy, already visibly damp. Her curly pubes were clearly trimmed away from her slit and her lips looked bright pink and slippery. Her clit stood clear of her lips as if demanding attention - and as I gazed in awe at her pussy it shuddered with a quick series of little thrusts.

"Oooh Chris - hurry up," Sharon groaned, "I can't wait!"

But I just sat there on top of her, almost entirely uncertain about what to do next.

"Oh Chris - get up, move," groaned Sharon once more, "Come on, get up, get off - get between my legs, now, please, please!"

Suddenly comprehending and suddenly all eager and ready I moved, shuffling backwards and then lifting my leg and placing it between her quickly spreading thighs. My second leg soon followed and then I was kneeling there, my cock as hard as it had ever been while Sharon seemed to lift her pussy up towards me, her wet lips splitting open as she did so.

"Come onnnnn!" moaned Sharon, her hips writhing urgently, "Hurry up, for heaven's sake Chris - please get on with it!"

"Oh fuck!" I gasped as the sudden realisation swept over me, "I'm gonna fuck my sister!"

"Well get on and do it!" said Sharon quickly, "I need to feel you inside me!"

Yeah - I'd had sex with several girls but I was hardly what I'd call experienced. I knew where my cock went but I knew nothing of the delicious twists and turns and pleasures of sex - I knew nothing of oral sex for example. About all I knew was that you stuck your cock in, humped it in and out and let loose - end of story, so it was perhaps understandable that I was wary and even frightened. But Sharon knew what she wanted and as I knelt there dithering, her hand came up and grasped my penis, her grip firm and yet soft. 

I was shivering with emotion as she pulled me towards her now; as she aimed my cock at her pussy and I found myself adjusting my posture to accommodate her desire. Soon I was almost hovering above her, the tip of my cock just a few inches above her pussy and Sharon let go of me now having guided me almost home.

"Please, put it in me Chris," she breathed softly, "I want you!"

I was panting now, almost as if I'd already fucked her hard. I leaned my body forward further and warily watched as my penis approached its target - there was only another inch or so to go. And then it was in contact; the sudden touch of her sticky warm flesh against mine jerking my body hard; so much so that I lifted away from her.

"Ahhh - come back - please Chris - just do it!" groaned Sharon, "I'm getting bloody desperate down here!"

"Do it Chris!" I gasped to myself, "Don't screw up this time!"

With sudden steel in my cock and my mind I pushed; feeling her lips parting around my knob; feeling the incredible warmth and comfort of her pussy; feeling the slipperiness of her juices as they bathed my penis.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as my penis slid deep into her and then I was there; embedded to the hilt inside my sister.

"Oh wow!" I breathed, awestruck by the intense nature of our actions, "That's wonderful!"

"That's a good start," she answered warmly, sounding a lot more confident than I was, "You feel good - now come on, get working!"

She chuckled at me as she spoke and I felt her pussy clamping down around my cock, squeezing and pulling at it; almost massaging it with her internal muscles.

Almost unintentionally I began to move, perhaps experimentally, just feeling the way her tight little vagina contained me so well. Gradually I came alive again; aware of my surroundings and starting to understand what we were doing.

I was fucking a woman; a woman whose pussy was eager for me and who wanted me - I was in heaven! This wasn't even my sister any longer; this was my woman - my conquest!

I started to move my hips, now steadily sliding my cock in and out of her as I revelled in the sensations that were growing in my penis. My penis seemed to have come alive too and could now register every single bit of pressure she applied; every flutter of her muscles; every pulsation of her vagina around my knob and shaft. I moved a bit faster now as I became used to the pleasure; wanting more and more of her.

"Oh yeahhh, you feel super," I said, feeling my love flowing to her, "Oh God - you're wonderful!"

"Not so bad yourself," she answered, her eyes and mouth both smiling at me, "Don't stop though - keep moving - go faster if you can."

Oh yeah - it was no problem to raise the tempo a bit; to slide in and out faster and further. Almost immediately though, my cock slipped from her hole and slid brusquely up her slit, bringing out a long moan from Sharon.

"Sorry, sorry," I gasped as I relocated her hole and sank back into it, "Didn't mean to!"

"It's alright, calm down," she said, "That felt quite nice - you squashed my clit just then - it felt so hot and wild."

"So are you," I answered, feeling my mouth full of saliva, "Bloody hot - you're fantastic!"

She was too - she felt as if she was boiling hot against me and around me as I pumped into her steadily for some while. 

"Oooh yesss," she hissed softly, her body responding to my thrusts, "That's good - that's lovely!"

Then suddenly she made me feel even hotter as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my ass. Immediately I picked up the pace and began to fuck her faster and harder...

"Oooh Chris," her voice came all shuddery and quivering, "Ooooh yesss, oooh yesss, that's better - that's what I need! Keep going Chris, please, please!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," I grunted as I worked above her; as I felt sweat beginning to form on my brow.

Faster and faster I moved now as pressure built up and as things intensified and as my lungs worked harder. Now too and with each breath I sucked in more and more of the stimulating pheromones that her body was releasing; what seemed to be a warm, exciting, stimulating scent that came from everywhere and which seemed to envelop me. Each breath sent another pulsation down into my groin; another thrust of my cock into her body as I continued to power my way towards my rising finale.

All I could think of right now was just how bloody nice it felt; how exciting her body was and how good her pussy felt around my cock. 

Panting hard now I powered on, my hips almost a blur as I slammed into her, almost pile-driving my cock into her body and yet she took it all and seemed to be loving it.

Sharon too had a sheen of sweat on her own face now I noticed but she also had a huge flushed smile in her eyes, even though her mouth was all screwed up. But she looked simply delicious down there as I gazed through my sweat filled eyes.

I shook the drops of sweat away and carried on pumping away, driven now by shudders and impulsive quiverings that were beginning to fill me. My movements were starting to become somewhat erratic now and they weren't helped by Sharon's own movements as she too became more and more aroused.

And then almost suddenly Sharon's arms and legs tightened around me, pulling me to her tightly. Her mouth came up and found mine and suddenly our lips were enmeshed, sliding wetly and hotly together, our tongues immediately exploring each other.

"Oh Chris, don't stop - for fuck's sake don't stop," Sharon gasped into my mouth, "Oh my God - I'm gonna come, I'm gonna cum!!"




Hurry Up!



And then she was writhing and squirming and gasping under me; pulling me even tighter to her; squeezing my neck and my cock hard, her shuddering body hot against mine, her mouth searching and wet and delicious.

"Yeahhhh - oh yeahhhh!" she groaned, "Ooooh Chris - yesssss, keep going, keep going!"

With all my might I thrust into her and at that moment I realised that I too was about to erupt.

Suddenly I felt my body tighten just like hers had and suddenly I realised that I too had lost control.

And then panting furiously I thrust hard and blew my sperm deep into her; once, twice, three times in quick succession; each eruption accompanied by a sudden tightening of my buttocks and of my muscles generally.

And just as suddenly Sharon was looking up at me with her mouth and eyes wide open.

"Nooooooo!" she moaned, "Noooooo Chris - noooooo!"

"Uhhhhh, uhhhhh!" I grunted as my last shivering salvo left my penis, "What's up?"

"You mustn't - you can't - oh fuck, you did!" she said, her voice trailing away, "Oh bloody hell!"

She slumped under me, her arms and legs falling flat and even her pussy seemed to have let go of me. I lifted up and let my cock slide from her hole, a movement that allowed a small flood of white cum to flow from her, before her lips pulled slowly together.

I knelt upright now and looked down at Sharon who just lay there limply. My cock was in the same condition...

"What's the matter?" I asked, aghast with shock, "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head slowly from side to side.

"No, nothing like that," she said almost sadly, "You just came, didn't you?"

"Well yeah," I answered simply, "What else was I supposed to do?"

"You weren't supposed to cum in me, that's what else," she said, "I thought I'd let you get me off and then I'd ummm...get you off. You know, suck you or wank you off perhaps."

"Yeah but...but I couldn't stop and anyway you didn't help; you were hanging onto me like anything," I said defensively, "And I thought you wanted me to finish."

"But not inside me..." she said, her eyes hard as they locked onto me, "Oh well, it's too late now I guess..."

"So what do I do now," I asked as I climbed off the bed.

"Might as well find your clothes and I'll clear off," said Sharon as she sat up and began shoving a towel between her legs.

"What, just like that?" I said as I picked up my boxers and began to pull them on, but Sharon didn't reply so I continued to get dressed again.

Sharon was cold now; cold mentally, so I kept quiet as she began to dress as well and then she was departing, with a shake of her head.

"Can we do that again?" I asked hopefully but Sharon shook her head more firmly.

"You're bloody joking!" she said harshly, "You've done enough damage!"

And with that she left, quickly and firmly closing my door behind her.

With nothing better to do I threw myself on my bed and lay there, feeling the warmth she'd left behind and the incredible aroma of sex that hung over the bed. I felt my cock begin to swell once more - and then shrink again as the realisation that things had gone wrong yet again sank in.

But what had happened? All I'd done was to fuck her as she'd requested until we'd both enjoyed orgasms and I'd pumped all my spunk into her - oh fuck!

I froze as realisation sank into me. I had, hadn't I? Filled her with my sperm! And she presumably wasn't protected, any more that I'd been.

"Oh God," I groaned to myself...

I didn't see Sharon for a few days thereafter. Somehow she seemed to keep well away from me and succeeded in keeping us apart by leaving the house early; by staying out all day - and by nipping quickly into her bedroom at night.

So I too allowed things to cool and settled into my days of work and my nights of porn and wanking, almost consciously avoiding searching for other girls, except those in the videos.

And so it was that I'd settled down with my trousers off, reclining on my bed with some hot porn on my laptop when the door rattled and flew open again - and there was Sharon. I only just about had time to tuck my erection into my boxers...

I could see the anger in her; both in her eyes and in her posture.

"Guess what?" she said coldly.

I shook my head, not understanding her ire or the question.

"I'm late," she said, "Fuckin' late, aren't I?"

"You're late - it's me who's always late!" I replied, not connecting her comments with anything but my usual habits, "What the hell are you complaining about then?"

Sharon advanced towards me and stood beside the bed, her hands on her hips, her legs apart.

"I am late - my period is late - you've made me pregnant," she spelled out almost one word at a time, "You came too soon, didn't you? So I'm blaming you."

For a second or two my mind gasped as her words sank in finally - before they became lost in the strange silliness of the situation. I laughed, unintentionally - a brief laugh that cut off quickly.

"How can you blame me? You're the one who kept telling me to get a move on - not to be late and now it's you," I said, "Finally I was quick, finally I didn't keep you waiting - so how come I get the blame?"

I rolled over onto my back and looked at the ceiling, ignoring my sister. Inside me however something was stirring - that exciting thrill when you find that your sperm has been successful in its hunt for a target - when you remember the sex and the pleasure. Inside me some muscles began to tighten and my hips jerked and tightened quickly. Moments later and my penis began to inflate again, now creating a tent in my boxers and moments later I heard movement beside me.

I opened my eyes and there was Sharon still - but no longer looking hard and cold. Instead she was throwing off her clothes rapidly, casting her bra to one side and dropping her skirt beneath her, soon stepping out of her knickers.

"Uhhhh?" I asked, finding it hard to comprehend the change in her, "What're you doing?"

"It's your cock!" she said, her eyes locked onto my tent, "I can't resist it - I want it again!"

"But you said I'd done enough damage," I spluttered as I eyed my naked sister.

"Forget I ever said that, I'm coming for another round," she said as she climbed onto the bed, "You're going to fuck me again!"

"Honest?" I gasped with delight, "Really? But - but, you're pregnant?"

"So I can't get pregnant twice, can I?" said Sharon as she pushed me aside and lay on the bed, "Come on, get busy!"

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I quickly climbed over her and knelt between her legs again before suddenly remembering that my boxers were still in place.

I disposed of them in moments and then I was poised above her once more, my already leaking cock rigid and ready.

"Yessss," said Sharon, her face once again happy, "Come on then - fuck me, fuck me hard! And this time I won't care if you take your time - you can take all night if you like!""

There was a warm wet slippery noise as I slid inside and then I looked into Sharon's eyes.

"And you won't rush me?" I asked as I smiled down at her and flexed my penis inside her, "Or tell me to hurry up?"

"Nope - just fuck me!" she said, her pussy squeezing my erection firmly, "I'm all yours. Take as long as you want!"