Medical opinions varied – don’t they always?

Jonathan Clarke sat upright in the ergonomically designed piece of extruded plastic, masquerading as a chair. The equally sterile sign on the desk read "Dr Peter Browning – Speech Pathologist." The man lowered his glasses.

"You must understand Mr Clarke, your daughter has been severely traumatised."

Jonathan had understood that much twenty minutes after the accident – when he arrived on the scene and his daughter had been unable to speak to him!

"Well yes doctor, I realise that," he replied, wanting desperately to snap that fucking sign in pieces and shove it down the specialist’s coat pocket. How many years had this guy trained? How many exams? for him to sit there and tell him his daughter was traumatised? Jesus Christ!

"But can you give me something a little more concrete to go on? How long might it be before she can talk again?" he added.

Dr Browning returned his gaze, seemingly figuring if he could still make that golfing appointment.

"Well Mr Clarke, all tests show there is no physiological damage – it’s just a case of Emily herself coming to terms with this er, incident. Quite frankly, time is really the best healer."

Jonathan got up. This conversation, like the dozen or so which preceded it, was going nowhere. "Thank you doctor," he said unemotively, turning on his heel and leaving the consulting room to collect Emily from reception.

People react differently to stress and loss. Some handle it, some seek to blame others. More than a few suffer emotional and personality melt-down. Unfortunately for Emily, Jonathan Clarke fell into the latter category.

Whilst her schoolwork did not appear to suffer initially – after all, she could still hear quite normally and besides long periods of being withdrawn, she was able to fulfil working tasks set for her. Few of her circle of friends were prepared to put themselves out to extend any emotional support and one by one withdrew into their own little cliques. Emily became a figure of solitude – that "poor girl who doesn’t want to talk."

Her father began to drink and in his irrational and alcohol-fuelled state, he eventually arrived at the warped conclusion that if Emily had just gotten the school bus that day, instead of having her mother drive her – he would still have a wife and female companion.

Emily sensed a change but at twelve could hardly understand why her father didn’t seem to love her as much. She felt it was something she must have done but had no idea what it could be. Whereas once he would help her with homework – she used to point-out the items she needed help on, now he stayed away and left her to her own devices. He rarely even kissed her goodnight any more. She missed her mother so much she would cry herself to sleep most nights!

Heading up towards thirteen now, Emily was a most beautiful child. Although still not yet menstruating, her body was developing in all the right places. Her hips had slimmed down and become quite pronounced. Very finely rounded young breasts that were already well past the services of a training bra. Only five-two, she could have passed for sixteen easily with a little make-up. Shoulder-length light bown hair complimented an angelic face, home-base to a cute slightly upturned nose and smooth, flawless high cheeks. She looked out at her sad and lonely little world through pretty hazel eyes that if you looked hard enough, betrayed the pain and anguish of her loss.

What her father was increasingly looking at however was something quite different. Many months now since the accident, the enforced role of being a single parent was not much to his liking. Emily’s rather sudden transition however, in his eyes at least, from gawky kid to curvy in-house tease, began to stir a lot more than simply his memories. All may not be lost, he reflected. The situation most definitely had possibilities.

It wasn’t that Emily hadn’t been trying to regain her speech. Most nights she would sit in her bedroom in front of the mirror and will her throat to deliver some sound…any sound. She could sense the presence of a system inhibitor – the kill-switch was spliced-in somewhere between her mind and vocal chords. She knew also that she herself had brought this intolerable existence into being and that she was the only one that could deactivate it.

It was the first day of spring. Walking home quickly from the nearby bus-top, she closed the front door behind her and headed into the kitchen, to find her father seated at the table reading the paper. Not only was he home from work two hours early, he had been drinking again. She could sense a distinct shift in their interpersonal wavelengths. The person who turned to look at her was a complete stranger.

"Have a good day at school Emily?" he slurred, "Oh tha’s right, I forgot, you can’t fucking talk can you?"

He was staring at her, his eyes slowly taking in her whole uniform and quite obviously, most everything underneath it. Emily cringed and instinctively brought her arms up protectively. The schoolbag afforded a comforting amount of protection. He poured the remaining contents of the bottle into the small glass. The only sound in the room momentarily was the ice clinking briefly against the glass.

"Curious as to why daddy’s home early Emily?….Sure y’are sweetie." He slammed the glass back down on the table.

"Well you’ll be proud of ya dad, see he got his-self a raise at last." He looked at her almost beseechingly….."Yeah… a raise alright…….right out the fucking company." He paused for an instant, his eyes filling with tears. "So, what d’ya think of that sweet Emily? – your old man got his ass kicked well and good. He just sat hunched up at the table, an inconsolable pillar of misery.

"Lost my wife, my job….but hey, I still got a daughter that can’t talk…shouldn’t complain." His voice trailed off as he studied her.

"Ya know Emily, you’re one beautiful little girl – so like your mother, come and sit on my lap – give yer old dad a cuddle."

She was torn between allegiance to her father and wariness at his obvious insobriety. She had never seen him slipping this far down into the ooze and yet the alarm bells were pealing like the veritable old clangers at St Martins.

Her love and instinctive trust of her father over-rode her common sense and putting her school bag on the table beside the empty bottle, she allowed herself to be pulled on to his lap. For a while he just sat there holding her round the waist. Inevitably though, the immediacy of so arousing a young female body, daughter or not, tested his resolve to the limit. He allowed a hand to stray to Emily’s knee, just below the hem of her schooldress. She made as if to dislodge it.

"What the? " he looked up at her. "Can’t even put my hand on my own daughter’s leg?" She started to get up, but he pulled her back down.

"You stay put girl," he mumbled. "Day comes I can’t touch my twelve-year-old daughter’s knee is a frosty day in Hell." He made a point now of encircling her leg just below her hemline. "See here kid, I used to have a wife – remember? You decide you want a lift to school one morning and suddenly I don’t have no wife….don’t have no fucking life either!"

He was unmoved by her sudden flood of silent tears and probably unaware of the cruelty inflicted by such a devastating statement. All he could see was a red mist. At its heart was a growing lust – no so much for his daughter particularly as simply a female body. It had been so long.

Through the thin schooldress, he could feel every curve of her bottom as she wriggled uncomfortably on his lap and it had always been just a matter of time before the blood commenced marshalling its resources at that critical point between his legs. Emily herself was only too aware now of her father’s arousal and struggled to free herself from his grip. The hand on her leg began to cross the line suddenly from familiarity to indecency.

She stared in shock and disbelief as his hand rose up her thigh, dragging the hemline with it. At the point her little white panties were revealed, she began to tug violently at his hands. Shaking her head in denial and with the tears in free-fall she clawed at him as her mind worked overtime to locate that elusive kill-switch.

Maybe it was the arousing sight of her knickers combined with the natural heat from her thighs. Perhaps simply the fact of having a young girl in so vulnerable a position on his lap. Whatever the catalyst, her struggling served only to inflame his desire and nuzzling her neck as he now was, the sight of her small but developing breasts heaving just out of sight down the front of her dress, tipped him over into fully fledged bad-ass territory.

"What have you got down here then sweetheart?" he mumbled incoherently, shoving his right hand roughly down her schooldress. She writhed in an agony of despair, tears blinding her pretty face.

As his fingers pushed roughly beneath the thin bra, tearing her dress and leaving it gaping, they encountered a softness that he had never imagined. Almost with the power to sober him up, he held her breast within his hand, fondling and rubbing it lewdly. Blinded with disbelief that this could be happening to her, she had no recourse left but to continue shaking her head while trying to break free of his grasp. She may as well have been trying to escape the embrace of a polar bear….let alone, one on heat!

"C’mon Emily…quit struggling girl," he railed at her, "Yer dad just wants to have a little play with your tits is all. Le’s see if we can get those hot little nips to stand up for daddy?" As he slurred the words, his hand cupped both breasts together as with his middle and index fingers, he began pulling and manipulating her nipples one after the other.

To her horror, she felt them becoming engorged and beginning to protrude slightly.

"Now then , that’s a good girl," he muttered, "Jus like your mum….she loved a good feel-up too." He began to kiss her neck as she tried to evade his lips. Tiring of her non-compliance, he slapped her hard across the back of the head. Emily was stunned momentarily.

"What’s yer fuckin’ problem girl? Yer dad not good enough for you?" Enraged suddenly he pushed her hard off his lap on to the floor. He stood over her as she got to her knees. Her dress having risen up as she fell, it was now hitched high one side. The sight of her three-quarters exposed panties only fuelled his lust.

"Never too late for a spanking kid," he mumbled as he delivered a hard smack across her rear end. She fell forward again trying to cover her bottom with her hands. Dragging Emily to her knees, he pulled her dress right up and spanked her hard again. He was beginning to like the sensation. Unable to make a sound or plead for help, Emily had no option but to take it. A further four or five spanks left her bottom stinging and her pride in tatters.

A lull in proceedings gave her false hope that the worst was over. That is until her father now standing astride her, bent down, simply encircled her waist and began fondling and rubbing both breasts with lustful impatience. Her schooldress was ripped open and glancing downwards she watched with horror as he just tore the flimsy little bra apart and left her breasts hanging loose. She could not believe how erect her little nipples were.

Jonathan got down on his knees behind his daughter, although all he was seeing right about now was something that shortly would be the panacea for the raging fire needing to be quenched within the turbulence that once passed for a loving parent.

His right hand moved ever backwards, seeking the holy grail of incestual perversion. The front of her panties called ‘time-out’. As he cupped her entire vaginal area, for a moment or two he was was unable or unwilling, to grasp the full implications of his degenerate actions. So shocked was Emily, she knelt there rigid with fear, unable to believe her father was wreaking this psychological devastation upon her.

As the heat from between the girl’s legs blew his last few coherent thoughts away, he tore the soft material aside and began rubbing her slit furiously, it felt so good, he could almost forget the ruination that was his life.

In desperation to extricate herself from this untenable situation, Emily kicked out blindly. Her unexpected retaliation caught him unawares and as the heel of her school shoe opened up a three-inch gash in his cheek he clutched at his face in pain. Freed momentarily, Emily took the opportunity to scramble to her feet but seeing his quarry take flight, Jonathan‘s self-defense mechanisms kicked-in and he caught her before she could make the safety of the hallway, maybe even the front-door. With her dress ripped, her breasts and knickers exposed, she put her hands up to defend herself. He slapped her hard across the face and followed this up with a savage and uncontrolled backhand that staggered her.

"You little cunt Emily," he screamed, hitting her again. She fell backwards across the edge of the table, which not being built for encounters such as this, tipped over, discharging its contents as well as the tablecloth across the girl’s prostrate body. She lay there stunned, her back was hurt she knew and she could feel blood running down her face from where he had struck her.

Having but the one impulse-rending need now, he knelt down in front of his distraught daughter and simply ripped her knickers down. As her pussy was exposed, framed as it was rather attractively by the dawning of light brown hair, he unzipped himself with feverish haste.

"Think you’re too fucking good for your old man huh Emily?" He splayed her legs roughly as he pulled his erection out. "Well girl, let me tell ya, you ain’t nothin’ but a whore – a two cent whore at that. Now spread those fucking legs and lets have no more of your crap."

Through a veil of tears she saw him inclined towards her, erection in hand. She looked around, desperate for anything to stave off the inevitable. Amongst the folds of the tablecloth something glittered.

As he gruntingly worked the head between the folds of her soft labia, Emily’s mind re-played a collage of those memories so dear to her. Her mother dressing her for her first day of school. Dad kneeling by her bed telling her a story. The Christmas she received her three-wheeler bike. Sitting on the verandah watching the first snow of the season……just then, she found the kill-switch!

Even as he pushed hard into her, she screamed out "No daddy,no." her small hand raised high above his back.

The first thrust didn’t kill him, the second one did!

It was her birthday and Adam wanted to do something special. He had saved up some money from his paycheck from the computer store he worked at, and made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. Despite how nervous Tristan was about going, she agreed to make her son happy.

She looked over at her son, noticing how mature he looked now. Just as they were pulling in front of the restaurant, Tristan realized that once again her mammoth breasts had decided to expel milk.

"Damn it" she said disappointedly. "I can’t believe it happened again."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at her son. He was slightly disappointed, knowing now the plans had to be cancelled. He had so looked forward to taking his mother out for a nice dinner. He smiled at her, placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s ok mom. I’ll take you home and we can celebrate there." he softly replied.

Tristan looked up into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and compassion he felt for her. The two of them had relied so much on each other over the years it seemed now he felt it was his turn to take care of her. The two of them were quiet on the way home, making time seem to pass even more slowly than it actually did. She kept adjusting her jacket, trying to cover the wet material.

Once they arrived home, Adam helped his mother out of the car and led her into the house. After getting her settled in her room to change, he made a phone call and ordered in delivery from the Italian place down the street. He was disappointed that it was going to take so long and nearly reconsidered when he noticed that she had not returned from her room, worrying him that something was wrong.

As he crept up the stairs, he listened for any indication of what she was up to. When he stood at her slightly ajar door, he could hear her sobbing softly. He peeked in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, her face buried in her hands as she cried.

"Mom?" he said as he pushed the door open. "What’s wrong?"

Tristan grabbed for the blanket to cover herself, causing her to hit her sore breast with her arm and more milk to spill from her thick brown nipples. Adam didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, his eyes remained locked on her face. He knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into her face as she stared back at him.

He reached up wiping away the tears. "Mom what’s wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Look at me Adam. I am disgusting. My breasts are sore and constantly leaking milk unless I pump them several times a day. I haven’t been able to shave my legs or anything else properly since my stomach has gotten so big. I am hideous." she sobbed.

"Mom you are not hideous. You are beautiful." he answered.

More milk leaked from her, wetting the blanket she clutched to cover her bare breasts. She began to cry harder, making Adam notice the wetness. He tried to stop her tears, wanting so badly to see her smile again.

"Where’s the pump mom?" he asked softly, hoping to help alleviate some of her stress.

"It’s on the dresser over there," she answered as she pointed toward the opposite side of the room.

Adam stood up, spotting the device and going to retrieve it. Just as he started to pick it up, he dropped the device, causing it to clatter to the floor. They both watched in horror as the cup that covers the nipple snapped off sharply. His face went white with horror as he picked up the pieces, trying to put it together again.

He turned to his mother, unsure what to say or do.

"I’m... I’m so sorry mom." he said as he presented her with the broken pieces.

"Oh god no," she whispered as she tried not to break into tears again.

"I’ll go pick up a new one tomorrow mom. I promise. I didn’t mean to..." his words were cut off.

"It’s ok Adam. I can get another one tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this tonight." she answered, trying to compose herself.

Adam stared at his mother for a moment, wracking his brain to think of some way to ease the pain she was feeling. The only idea that hit him seemed so unorthodoxed and wrong he was almost afraid to suggest it, but seeing her grimmace as from the pain of her aching breasts, he knew he had to do something.

"Mom, I want to help," he said, moving his hand to the edge of the blanket as he started to gently pull it away from her mammoth breasts.

"Adam what are you doing?" she shrieked, shaken by his action.

"Mom, it’s my fault that the pump broke, let me help take the pressure away." he said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I just want to help mom."

She eased her grip on the blanket, letting him pull it away with ease. Timidly Adam cupped one of her breasts in his hand, bringing the distended nipple closer to his mouth. Tristan tensed up as she felt his warm breath on her skin, but remained still in hopes that his actions would help.

His lips attached to her breast as he softly began to suckle. Slowly Tristan felt the pressure in her left breast easing as he eagerly gulped down every drop of her milk. The taste of it was odd to Adam but not unpleasant. He knew deep down even if it was, he would still do his best to ease her suffering.

Despite his intentions, he could feel his body reacting to the feel of her warm breast cradled in his hands. Tristan too was feeling the familiar tingling, causing her to groan slightly. Her son’s mouth voraciously sucked her aching teat, drinking down the thin liquid that it expressed. Soon the swelling was leaving as he drained her milk. He looked up at his mother as he let her nipple slip from his mouth.

"Mom, lay back on the bed, I know this can’t be very comfortable for you." he said searching her eyes.

"Ok Adam," she purred softly.

As she moved, he stood up quickly, hoping to hide the erection that now throbbed in his pants. Tristan caught a glimpse of the bulge as he moved, making her smile. She could not believe that her son was getting so aroused by sucking the milk from her breast. She laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he moved to the right side and climbed on the bed as well.

Her panties were soaked with her musky wetness as his mouth found her nipple. The relief of having the excess milk drained, caused her to sigh happily as she stroked his hair. The scent of her dripping sex made it’s way to Adam’s nostrils, causing him to quickly realize that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by the actions.

He diligently sucked, savoring each warm mouthful of milk before swallowing it down hungrily. He tested his luck as his courage mounted, sliding his hand over his mother’s swollen belly and toward those white cotton panties. As his hand dipped down between her firm thighs, he could feel the soaking wet fabric graze his skin. He quickly brushed his fingers over the crotch, feeling more wetness seeping out.

Tristan moaned, lost in a web of desire. Her thighs parted slightly further as his fingers toyed with the wet material. He could feel her bulging pussy lips parting as he traced up and down them before moving to her clit. She let out a loud moan as his fingers strummed the little nub, causing her to tremble. It was the first time in months she had been touched by anyone but the doctor or herself. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting him to continue.

Adam needed no encouragement, his fingers moved over her dripping wet slit slowly as he pushed the panties aside. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside her and knew he had to be in there. Two of his fingers pushed slowly between her lips as he carefully inserted it. He began to work his finger in and out of her as his thumb worked over her clit. Her hips began to rock to meet his pace, trying to force him deeper inside her greedy cunt.

His pants felt as if they had shrunk two sized since he began feeding on her delicious milk. It felt as if his throbbing cock was going to burst through the fabric that held it captive. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Adam reached down and unfastened his pants, working them down as quickly as he could.

Tristan knew as soon as his fingers left her cunt what he was about to do. She knew deep down that it was wrong but there was no turning back now. She had felt his touch and her body yearned for more. Then for the first time, she felt the smooth tip of his cock rub against her pussy lips. She let out a soft gasp as they parted for him, letting him ease the head in.

His lips released her thick brown nipple as he positioned himself on all fours between her legs. His eyes met hers as he searched them for a sign of forgiveness for what he was about to do. Instead he was greeted with the same lusty stare he possessed. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently offering herself to her son.

He gently began to sink into her, filling her with his swollen shaft. Tristan let out a loud moan as he soon hilted himself inside her. All 7 inches of his cock were hugged by her velvety walls as he remained still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. His head lowered as he once again took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as his hips began to pump.

Tristan could not believe how intense it felt. The feel of his mouth working her breast and his rigid cock filling her, quickly brought her to the first glorious orgasm of the night. He let her nipple slip from his mouth as he looked up at her, resting his weight on his knees and hands as much as he could. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he plunged deep into her wetness once again.

Her tongue sought out his as she wrapped her arms around his well toned body. She knew from this moment on she wanted only one man inside her. Another tumultous orgasm built up inside her, causing her hips to buck at a frenzied pace, but Adam kept control of himself. His thrusts were deep and slow, leaving her on the edge for several moments.

She sucked his tongue as it massaged hers, raking her nails down the center of his back as they kissed. Tristan needed release now and she was determined to get it. Adam’s willpower was quickly running out as she began to contract her muscles around him, milking his cock skillfully as it slipped in and out.

He moaned into the kiss, fighting with all his might to hold out just a little longer. He pulled back, staring down into her eyes as he began to pump harder and faster. He knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. He had to cum inside his beautiful mother. Adam gritted his teeth as he struggled not to get too rough and just jackhammer away at her like she was some cheap slut. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out "OH GOD MOM,".

Tristan screamed in orgasmic delight, her entire body shaking as she drenched his shaft in her own juices as it pumped torrents of thick cum deep inside her already full womb. He collapsed against her as their orgasms trailed off. She tenderly stroked his hair as she held him close.

"My god Adam, that was amazing," she softly said.

"Mom, I have wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea how sexy I have always thought you are," he blushed as he told her. "I’ve wanted to make love to you since I knew what sex was. Now that I have.... I don’t ever want to stop."

Tristan was taken back by his confession. She had always thought he was an incredibly sexy young man but rationalized it as a mother’s pride in her son. Now that she had experienced his touch, she knew she had to have him as her lover permanantly.

"You don’t have to Adam. I want you as my lover from now on," she said with a soft smile.

Just then the doorbell buzzed loudly for several seconds. In his passionate pursuit, he forgot all about the take out. He quickly pulled his pants up and sprung off the bed. He was a bit disheveled as he opened the door to see the beautiful girl that sat next to him in english class standing there with the order. She blushed when she saw him.

"That will be $22.50," she said in a hushed tone.

He handed her $30 and smiled. "Keep the change." he said as he took the containers from him.

"Thanks, and have a good night Adam, though it sounds like you were already having one." she giggled and walked off the porch.

He quickly shut the door and laughed to himself. It didn’t take him long to gather up a couple of plates and silverware and return to his mother. After dinner was over, he planned to spend the rest of the night exploring his new lover in every way possible, but for now, food and rest was what they both needed.

 

 

 Roy pulled out and Becky fell to the floor gasping for air, Roy wasnt taking any breaks as he sat down on Beckys stomach, he got his cock in his hand and slapped Beckys tits with his cock, he told Becky to push them together and he stuck his cock inbetween the massive boobs, he pumped away furiuosly at her firm big tits, he told becky to lick his cock head and she did as it came up, adding to Roys ecstasy, and Beckys disguist.

 Roy picked Becky up and leaned her over the couch, he pushed down on Beckys back making her ass stick right up in the air, he shoved his tongue roughly into Beckys tight little pussy, Becky couldnt help let out a loud moan of pleausre as Roy lapped away at her like a cat drinking milk.

Roy stood up and shoved the whole length of his old cock into Beckys tiny virgin pussy, there it goes, her virginity, something so sacred gone in an instant to an ugly, perverted old stranger. Becky let out a shriek of pain and she continued to whimper as he continued to fuck her hard from behind. After a few minutes against her head Becky started to feel really good, she tried to fight the feelings but she couldnt help it, she started moaning in plaesure as Roy reached round as started playing with her tits as he humped her like a mad man.

 Roy pulled away and sat down on the couch, he picked up Becky and rammed her down on his cock, Becky instantly got the jist and started to bounce up and down on his cock, her huge tits flopped up and down wildly, Roy pulled her close and sucked on each of her nipples, Becky was shouting and moaning loudly in pleasure as she jumped up and down on this old mans cock.

 Roy picked Becky up and laid her on the floor on her back, he spread her legs and laid on top of her, he shoved his hard cock into her tight pussy and started rapidly fucking her, he lowerd his face to hers and kissed her passionatley, this time Becky didnt struggle, the foul stench of his old mouth didnt bother her as she responded by meeting his toungue with hers, they kissed fro ages as he fucked her like a bunny, Becky felt a wierd feeling inside of her, a wonderful feeling, she felt as if she were about to explode and expolde she did with a spectacular orgasm, her first. This orgasm pushed old Roy over the edge, he pulled out of Becky and stood up, he pulled Becky on to her knees and he shot 6, hot, thick streaks of old man cum all over Beckys beautiful face, Roy shoved his dick back into Beckys mouth, she gave it a few good sucks and Roy emptied his reserves, he pulled out and shot 4 more less thick blobs of cum onto Becks tits. Becky acting like a true slut scooped up all the cum on her tits and face and put it in her mouth. She closed her mouth and in one go swallowed the lot, she opened her mouth to show  Roy she had swallowed it, when she did Roy came over and spat in her mouth and twice on her face, Becky swallowed his spit and rubbed the rest around her face. Roy simply threw a load of money at her and walked out of the door.

We sat there in the bathroom and watched each other masturbate and get ourselves off until the sun went down. “I’m hungry. You up for Chinese take out?” “Sounds good” I said as I grabbed my towel “you go order while I shower” He smacked my ass as he walked passed me to leave. “Thanks for the show, sis.” I smiled while I showered knowing that tonight I wouldn’t have to masturbate with only Frankie’s image.

I heard the door bell chime and Frankie call my name. I slipped on my silk t-back panties and pulled on a t-shirt that belonged to my father, it came just above the knees. Frankie pulled out the dishes and served me as I seated myself at the table. He sat across from me as we ate and after we finished we both walked to the family room. I sat on the couch with one leg resting on the arm of the couch so that he had perfect view of my wet panties from the chair he was lounging in. “Renee?” “Yeah Frankie?” “Come here so I can take those panties off of you.” I did as I was told and when I stepped out of my panties I pulled the bottom of my shirt up to my waist and sat down on my brothers lap, my back facing him. I leaned back and took both hands in mine, placing one up under my shirt to my chest and placed the other down between my legs. I laid my head back as he began to stroke my wet lips, clit and hole with his fingers. He kissed my neck and I moaned with naughty forbidden pleasure. “You like you big brothers fingers in your pussy, don’t you?” I nodded and inhaled sharply as he plunged a finger into my hot cunt and began to finger fuck me. I felt his cock surging against my lower back as he did this. I reached behind me and took hold of his thick pole and began to jerk him off. I could feel my body stiffen as I neared my climax. “Frankie. Harder, faster. I’m almost there.” I breathed as I bucked my hips to meet his hand. “Cum on my fingers, Renee. I want to have my little sisters cum on my hands. Come on.” I had momentarily stopped jacking him off as my body went into spasms and I thrashed around on top of him, cumming all over my brothers hand. Once he brought me down from my amazing orgasm I flipped over and wrapped my fingers around the swollen rod and stroked until his dick sprayed streams of hot cum over our bellies. I squeezed the last drop of sperm from Frankie’s convulsing body and licked my fingers clean. “mmm! That’s yummy” I said to him as I felt his hands wrap around my body and pull me forward. “I love you baby sister!” “I love you too, Frankie”. We fell asleep just like that.

Over the next two weeks Frankie and I spent every minute together exploring each others bodies and riding every wave of pleasure that the forbidden ocean we swam in gave us.

 

But I am getting ahead of myself. To really understand my situation, you have to know me and what lead up to me on my knees in a moon lit park. Let me explain.

 

My sister Julie and I are identical twins in body mind and spirit. We both stand 5’ 6” and weigh 105 lbs. We both have the same figure, with the measurements of 30-inch chest with size b cup breasts with nipples that even make themselves known under a bra and blouse. A 21 inch waist and around our ass we come in at 27 inches with long slender legs.

 

Our faces entertain the same voice, eyes, ears, button nose and a mouth circled by soft narrow lips. We have the same hair texture that is dirty blonde in color. At one time I kept my hair shorter than hers, but for reasons that will become known, I now have it the same length.

 

People say that twins will experience the same feelings at times. I don’t know if it is true with other identical twins but in our case it is true.

 

At times I will suddenly become sad or upset or even depressed and burst into tears for no apparent reason and later find out that Julie went through some emotional experience during the day.

 

Not to sound conceded but I know by the way guys look and stare at my sister that we have beautiful bodies.

 

As with all twins, no matter how identical they may appear, there is always something different about them. This is even true in our case.

 

The difference between my sister Julie and I involves gender! She is all girl with a beautiful bald pussy. I on the other hand am all girl except that I have a bald crotch with a four-inch cock when hard and two balls to go with it. I think that when we were being given our genes inside Moms womb, Dads contribution fell very short.

 

To top it off, my own body doesn’t know what to do with my out of place male organs. When soft, they disappear inside my groin as if to say, “ I am not really here.” 

 

They will pull up in me to the point where my hairless crotch will look like my sisters pussy lips. Talk about being really fucked up. My mind tells me that I am a girl at times and then will later remind me that I am a guy.

 

When I started growing breast it began to pose a problem for me at school so I began to wear a workout bra or tights to keep them hidden under baggy shirts.

 

My mom took me to the doctor one time when I was sick with the flue and while she was out of the room I asked him about my growing breasts. He told me that some young boys do experience it but that they go away eventually.

 

I asked him not to tell my mom and he complied with my request. Every morning I would get up and wrap myself and wear baggy clothes and I kept it a secret even with my family.

 

When it came to attending gym class in school I would have my gym clothes on under my other clothes and would just pull them off and then redress after class.

 

When the gym teacher began to dock my grade for not taking a shower so I found reasons to talk my parents in letting me home school.

 

So in the seventh grade I left school and was able to avoid problems I would have encountered. Thus my breasts remained my secret.

 

Mom and Dad both worked and so during the day I was the only one home and given certain chores to do such as laundry, mowing the lawn, cleaning the bathrooms in the house and other household chores. I would also help get my two younger sisters off to school. 

 

One day I was cleaning Julie’s bathroom and picking up her laundry to wash it, I began to wonder how I would look in her clothes; after all I knew we had the same body.

 

I undressed and started putting on her clothes. As soon as I slid on her silk panties I changed. The feel of them sliding up my legs and thighs and then over my butt was like nothing I felt before.

 

Next I put her bra, skirt and blouse on. I stood and looked I the mirror turning to see every angle. I even lifted my skirt and turned so see what others would if the short skirt failed to conceal me. I was a girl in every way and no one would be able to tell.

 

I felt alive, sexy, and so complete as if my body and all my senses were in harmony. Released from the male bonds, not forced to feel a different way then I was meant to feel. God I was as sexy as my sister!

 

I thought about putting on make up but decided to avoid it thinking that if anyone came home I would be harder to change back into myself.

 

Everyday when everyone left the house I would go upstairs and change clothes and become Julie. I would dress in her sexy mini skirts or shorts. Putting on different outfit each day. All day long I was this sexy girl going about my chores.

 

That’s all I could think about! Getting everyone out of the house and running upstairs to change clothes.

 

I even grew my hair long like hers. During the day I would wear it down and the illusion became more complete.

 

When I had to be myself I would pull it into a ponytail, which was more masculine, and the guys in the neighborhood thought I was kewl. Dad did not like my long hair but he tolerated it but not without his comments.

 

I started feeling confined in the house so I started taking walks around the block.

 

I even became bold enough to walk down to the shopping mall during the day dressed like her to pick up a few items. No one noticed, just accepting me as a woman. The guys would give me the same looks I knew they would give my sister and would even flirt with me.

 

At times I would go into clothing stores and try on girl clothes being helped by saleswomen with out being suspected.

 

Weekends and evenings I would dress like myself and hang out with my friends in the neighborhood.

 

My sister’s life was in full swing, popular with the boys and envied by the girls because of her beauty.

 

When Julie became a cheerleader I was so excited for her.

 

When she went to the school dances I could almost see myself there.

 

I started living my life through hers. Each day I would listen intently to the details about her day.

 

Julie and I would talk for hours each night and no doubt about it we were not just identical in looks but also in mind and spirit. We shared the same feelings on everything.

 

The only thing I didn’t tell her was that I was dressing up in her clothes and becoming her during the day.

 

When Julie started high school, she began struggling with her grades and was about to be removed from cheerleading till she brought them up.

 

I on the other hand was very good at school, probably due to not having the distractions of a social life at school.

 

I began to formulate a plan on how to bring her grades up and allow me to have some kind of interchange with the people in her life.

 

The plan I came up with was for me to tutor Julie on her homework at night. Then on days when she had tests I would attend her classes dressed like her and take her tests. Then meet somewhere and make the switch back.

 

When I told her of my plan she at first was shocked and then laughed hysterically. I then realized she had never really known how identical we were.

 

After she recovered she began to look at me, at every detail of my face and features.

 

Suddenly she got up and went to her room and she began to pull out some clothes that she had doubles of. As I walked into her room she said to me as she turned and looked at me with a perplexed look on her face.

 

“ Ok, Kacy show me how this will work.” Julie said handing me the clothes mockingly.

 

“ Alright, I will be back I a couple minutes.” I said.

 

God this was so exciting, I was finally letting her in on my secret. A secret I wanted to tell her so many times. My stomach was in knots hoping this wasn’t the end of our really close friendship.

 

“ Try on the red mini with the white blouse first. But if they don’t fit don’t force them on.” Julie said with a tone of amusement in her voice.

 

I went to my room and began to get changed. I pulled on a pair of her panties, which fit perfectly and then pulled off the workout bra that hid my breasts. It felt good to release my tits from the under the workout bra and into her bra that formed around my breasts.

 

After fastening it I pulled the top on and then stepped into the red skirt she had given me and slid it up over my hips and fastened it. I brushed out the wrinkles in my skirt and then took my hair out of the ponytail and brushed it. It was the same length as hers. I made the final adjustments and went to Julie’s room.

 

As I opened the door and walked in she turned to look and froze!

 

She just stood there speechless staring. I stopped breathing not sure what she was thinking.

 

I think that’s the first time I have ever seen her unable to say a word and the first time I was not able to read her thoughts.

 

Out of my baggy jeans and loose fitting shirt with my breasts sticking out, her tight fitting clothes showed every curve of my body, a body that I had kept hidden from her as well as the rest of the world.

 

When she did move she walked slowly over to me with her mouth stuck open and not taking her eyes off of me, not even blinking.

 

Julie circled me tugging here and tucking something in there. Then she grabbed my breasts and drew back realizing they were real!

 

“ No Way! Kacy those are real!” she finally stammered. 

 

“ Yes they are.” I said in a shy voice.

 

I walked over to the mirror with her following in disbelief as if she had been duplicated in some mold. She stood in silence not believing her eyes.

 

Finally I couldn’t take the silence anymore so I asked,

 

“ Well what do you think?” my nerves on edge.

 

“ Well, we will have to do something with your hair, hum, also some make up and your finger and toe nails.”

 

I could tell Julie had recovered from her shock because the look of shock had taken on a look of amusement.

 

Julie ushered me to the bathroom and went to work washing my hair, styling it.

 

Then she went to work on my make up applying some eye shadow, mascara and lipstick.

 

I sat there and watched as my features came to life in the reflection staring back at me. I began feel as if I was really Julie.

 

She told me every detail about her day and reviewed the details about everyone we had talked about so many times, the other kids, her boyfriend, others that flirted with her, teachers at her school and even the seat she sat in her classes and at lunch every day.

 

After doing my nails and toes she had me stand in front of her as she looked critically at every detail.

 

Finally stood there just looking. She shook her head in disbelief.

 

“ Kacy, My god I can’t believe my eyes! I never knew you looked like me and those breasts! That’s why you wear those baggy clothes isn’t it?” Julie whispered under her breath reaching out squeezing my breasts in silence for a long minute to check again to make sure they were real.

 

“ Yes they are real, Julie. That’s why I made excuses to be home schooled. Hell Mom and Dad don’t even know! You are the first one to know.” I said breaking the silence again.

 

Suddenly she began to laugh and laugh so hard she started to cry and backed up to sat on the bed, just staring pointing at me. After she recovered, wiping the tears from her eyes she smiled and looked at me and with amusement in her voice said,

 

“ There is more to being a girl than just looking like one. So lets put it to the test. Tonight when Mom and Dad call us for dinner you will go in my place and I will go dressed like you. If we pass this test then there is no question that you can fool them at school.”

 

“ Oh no way Julie! Lets not start with our family.” I said in shock.

 

“ We have too Kacy! If we can’t face them then we won’t be able to face anyone else!”

 

I wanted to tell her about my dressing like her and going to the store but then I stopped myself. I didn’t want to tell her because I was still afraid that if this didn’t work out she would really think me a freak or something. And she was right, so I reluctantly agreed.

 

“Julie! Can you come here I need help with dinner!” Mom’s voice came from downstairs.

 

I began to freak out. Could I pull it off? Its one thing to fool strangers and dress like this when no one was home.

 

What would they say if they found me out, I mean look at me dressed like a girl! I decided that if they did find me out that I would tell them that we were just messing around.

 

“ Be right down Mom!” Julie yelled back with a mischievous smile that infused confidence in me.

 

“ Ok Kacy girl, lets do it!” slapping me on the ass as I walked through the door. I could hear her laughing as I walked down the stairs.

 

At first I was quiet, keeping my answers short and to the point not wanting to give myself away.

 

“ You’re a bit preoccupied tonight Julie. Is everything ok?” Mom asked as I pulled the roast out of the oven.

 

“ Oh be careful! Don’t burn yourself! Here, let me do that you go set the table.” Grabbing the potholders out of my hand.

 

With every word my confidence grew. I went to the cabinet and pulled out the plates and grabbed the silverware and went to the dinning room table where Dad was sitting and reading some report.

 

Ok I said to myself, now what about Dad?

 

I walked behind him and bent down and kissed him on the top of his head.

 

“ Hi Daddy!” I whispered in his ear. He reached his arm around me and pulled me in for a quick hug pressing my chest against his head.

 

“ Hey sugar! How was your day?” he asked.

 

“ Good, we practiced a new cheer and it’s going to be a fun one to do.”

 

“ I hope you’re doing something about your grades Julie or you won’t be doing any cheers.” Dad said not even looking up from his report.

 

“ I am working on it Daddy more than anyone knows!” I said.

 

“ Oh remember me telling you about Brian?” changing the subject, “ well he asked me to go with him to the homecoming dance next week. I told him yes. You don’t mind do you Daddy?” GOD! I couldn’t believe I was caring on a conversation with him and he didn’t even suspect that I was Tom his son!

 

“ Did you talk to your Mom about it?” he said just as Mom walked in the room with the roast.

 

“ No she didn’t!” Mom said in a pouting voice.

 

Then looking at me she grinned and said, “ Go get the vegetables Julie. You have been dating him for a while now, haven’t you! When are we going to meet him dear?”

 

“ Soon Mom I promise! Daddy you’ll like him!” I responded, and that lead to a lot of girl talk between us. I was so glad I had remembered all the conversations I had had with Julie.

 

Dad just sat there shaking his head.

 

“ I don’t think I will like any guy you date Julie.” Dad said half to himself.

 

Then Julie came walking in to the dinning room and plopped herself into the chair.

 

“ Hey Dad, could you look at the lawn mower. It wouldn’t start for me today. That’s why the lawn wasn’t mowed.” She said matter of factly.

 

She looked just like me. She sat just like I usually did.

 

She was wearing one of my shirts and had wrapped her chest so as to hide her breast like I do.

 

She was wearing my favorite blue jeans with holes all over them.

 

Dad looked Julie and said “ Didn’t I tell you Kasy to throw those jeans away? Look at them, they are full of holes! You look like you’re dressed in rags. What is it with the kids today? You should pay more attention to your appearance like your sister Julie. And you need a haircut! By the way young lady” looking at me, “ your skirts are getting to short! You better watch that. You might think about letting your Mom help you lower the hem on them.”

 

Mom piped in from the other room, “ Oh honey there is nothing wrong with her skirts. She looks beautiful and you know it. And I like Toms hair.”

 

“ Oh she looks beautiful alright and the problem is that she is showing too much. Pretty soon she won’t be able to hide her under pants. In fact I would be surprised if they don’t show when you sit down or bend over.” Dad said eyeing me up and down.

 

The doorbell rang and dad got up. “ I’ll get it but don’t think this subject is closed young lady.”

 

Dad came walking back in the room with Brian strolling behind him.

 

“ Julie, Brian’s here to see you.” Dad announced

 

Julie was right! He was good looking and about 6’3” and well built. Oh god now what! I started to freeze up.

 

“ Has he had anything to eat?” Mom asked then turned to me saying, “ He can set where Tom normally sits next to you and Kasy can pull up another chair next to him. Julie go grab another table setting quickly, come on girl move it! Come! Come! Dinner is getting cold!”

 

I ran and grabbed another plate and set of silverware and glass and placed it on the table.

 

Brian came over and produced a rose from behind his back and handed it to me.

 

“ Wow, Brian I think your trying to get in good with my mom and dad.” I said recovering.

 

His arms went around my waist I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

 

“ UMMMM- UMMMM” dad cleared his throat. I walked over to my chair and Brian followed and held the chair while I sat down. Then he went and sat down next to me.

 

Julie sat down next to Brian and just looked at me and grinned. It was as if she wanted to start laughing at my predicament.

 

We ate dinner and all talked and laughed Mom and Dad enjoying conversing with Brian. Throughout the meal everyone seemed to enjoy teasing me.

 

Julie also got into the act “ So Brian, what do you think about Julies blouse and skirt? Dad thinks she shows to much of her breasts and legs.”

 

 My head was spinning. What was she trying to do to me?

 

“ Oh I think your hot Julie and I love the way you dress.” Brian announced as he eyed me up and down.

 

“ See, I told you our daughter is attracting too much attention to herself!” Dad told Mom as he pointed his finger at me.

 

Mom quickly changed the subject detecting my uneasiness.

 

Karen, one of my little sisters spoke up “ Look at her nipples daddy!” then pointed to my breasts from across the table.

 

God I just wanted to die as Dad then focused on my breasts and my nipples and then turned to Karen and told them to eat their vegetables.

 

Dad looked back and looked at me “ I think you and your Mother need to have a talk about your dress and what is modest.”

 

Julie’s smile grew even bigger and bigger as she enjoyed the focus being on me.

 

Under the table I felt his hand on my leg moving around the hem of my skirt inching up. I waited a couple minutes and then gave him a look that told him to “ Stop it!” he had a grin on his face as he then turned his attention to my dad.

 

I reached over and grabbed the platter with the pot roast on it and handed it to him. He had to take his hand off to grab the platter

 

I then put my hand on his leg by his crotch. Wow! What a reaction I got.

 

I felt his cock start to grow. We continued with the foreplay back and forth throughout dinner with Julie looking on and smiling and at times laughing. Everyone would look at her as if wanting her to explain the sudden laugh.

 

“Oh sorry I just remembered something from a show I watched the other day.” And changed the subject but I knew why she was laughing.

 

I got up and helped Mom clear the table because that’s what Julie always did after dinner. While my little sisters left the room to turn on the TV and the guys went to the family room to rub their bellies and moan about how they had eaten too much and how good it was. Thanking Mom as they left the room.

 

From the kitchen we could hear the guys laughing and then silence and then laughter again. Mom noticed me trying to listen in.

 

Mom looked at me and smiled “ Oh go sit with Brian. I will take care of the dishes. He came to see you, not talk to your father and brother. Besides we don’t want to leave them alone to long now do we? Who knows what nonsense they will put in his mind!” 

 

And with that she grabbed me by the waist spun me around and pushed me through the door to the family room smacking my butt.

 

I walked in the family room and Brian was sitting on the love seat facing the fireplace. Dad and Julie were sitting in the chairs on either side of the love seat.

 

The only seat not taken close by was next to Brian. He grabbed my hand and guided me next to him.

 

I sat there aware of how short my skirt was and how I had to really watch how I sat, legs closed and off to the side.

 

Brian put his hand on my lap holding my hand as we chit chatted about school, friends and what was going on at his house. Dad asked him if he was ready for the big home coming game?

 

Julie quizzed him about things pertaining us dating. Damn her she was really enjoying putting me on the spot!

 

My little sisters, Karen and Holly were in and out of the room making kissing expressions in my direction and then running off laughing only to come back and pull their shirts teasing me about my nipples.

 

God I felt so put on the spot because all eyes were on me.

 

Finally Brian asked dad, “ Lets go for a walk Julie. It’s such a nice evening out.”

 

I started to make some lame excuse but he stood up and pulled me up.

 

“Your right Brian,” Julie piped in with a smirk on her face. “ It is a beautiful night and I think it’s a full moon out. Besides all Julie was going to do was play a video game with me.” Then turning to me she said, “ Oh go, you will enjoy the stroll in the moon light Julie!”

 

“ You want to come along Kacy?” I said hoping she would bail me out of this predicament.

 

“No thanks. I think you guys should have some time alone. You don’t need your brother tagging along.” Julie said with a smile directed at me.

 

God I wanted to smack her. She was enjoying this too much!

 

As we walked out the door Dad yelled, “Don’t be gone to long. It is a school night you know!”

 

“Oh I won’t keep her out to long sir. Were just going down to the park and back. I really like your brother Kacy. He’s a funny guy.” Brian said as we closed the door. The moons light was bright.

 

“ Yeah real funny. Sometimes I would like to punch him!” I said under my breath.

 

We walked down the sidewalk to the driveway. His hand went around my back to my ass and giving me a quick squeeze.

 

“Umm Umm, what a sweet ass you have.” Brian whispered in my ear.

 

“Stop it! My Dad will see you.” I said pushing his hand off my ass.

 

He put his arm around my waist and we walked slowly down the street in silence.

 

When we reached the park he guided me to a bench then swung me around to face him and then against him with his lips finding mine. His tongue shot into my mouth, probing, teasingly moving it around. I wasn’t sure what to do so I kissed allowing him to explore my mouth.

 

Then ending the kiss he said. “ I was so excited when you called me this afternoon promising you would give me a blow job Julie.”

 

“ I’m not sure why you wouldn’t suck my dick before but I’m sure you will enjoy it. All the girls do it.” He added.

 

His hands then moved between us as he started unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it apart exposing my bra.

 

I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there trying to think. What did he mean I called him telling him I wanted to suck his cock? I was speechless.

 

Brian sat down pulling my blouse totally off and then unfastening my bra and pulling it off. I was completely topless now. God I have never had anyone see my tits before and here I was with Julie’s Boyfriend under the light of the full moon completely exposed with my nipples sticking straight out for his viewing.

 

His fingers cupped my tits squeezing them ever so softly.

 

Brian’s mouth found my right nipple first and with his tongue swirled around it and then his teeth nibbled at it pulling on it and then letting it slip through his teeth.

 

“UMMMM “ I moaned with pleasure not even realizing I had made the sound.

 

“OH you like that don’t you babe!” Brian said taking my Left nipple in his mouth and repeating what he had done to the other one.

 

“ UMMMM “ I repeated my moan instinctively.

 

He stood up and unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the ground. Pushing me down to my knees in front of him, his cock hitting me in the face. God it was at least eight or nine inches and his balls hung heavily down.

 

“ There you go you little tease.” He jokingly said. “ Its all yours to enjoy my beautiful bitch.”

 

His bitch! That’s what he called me. I didn’t know what to do. So I did the only thing I could do, I opened my mouth and started to lick.

 

“ UMMMMM” he moaned as I licked the tip of his huge cock. The tip was smooth like silk against my tongue. I circled around the rim and then sucked the head in my mouth playing with the underneath side of it with my tongue.

 

“ UMMMMM. All through dinner I could think of nothing else but your red lips around my cock.”

 

I lifted his cock up and with my tongue I traced the under side of his cock down to his balls. I licked each ball and then sucked them in my mouth one at a time as I massaged them with my tongue.

 

Brian’s words kept spinning around my mind. Julie must have called him after I went downstairs. Telling him that she would give him a blowjob knowing quit well that it would be me on my knees in her place. I was set up!

 

“ OH GOD JULIE, your mouth is so hot on my balls. OH yeah, UMMMM” he moaned.

 

I licked my way back up to the tip and then started sucking him in and pulling him out slowly using my tongue to probe around his cock stopping only when my teeth reached the back rim of the head. Then I sucked him in till he reached the back of my throat. As I pulled my head back I wrapped my hands around his wet shaft and started pumping up and down.

 

“UMMMM OOOOOOO YEAH YOU SUCK IT BABE!” Brian moaned as he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock in my mouth till it hit resistance at the back of my throat.

 

Then with one sudden shove he went all the way down my throat. I fought the urge to gag as he held my face in his pubic hair. Then he slowly began to fuck my throat pulling my head with my hair.

 

In and out he fucked my face as I licked the under side of his cock and sucked.

 

I massaged his balls with one hand and reached around and used my nails to scratch his butt cheeks.

 

It was as if he was growing bigger and bigger and his moans became louder and breathing heavier. Each time he shoved his cock down my throat I felt more like his bitch and enjoying it.

 

“ UMMMMMMMMMM    OH    GOD I AM GOING TO CUM. UMMMMMMM OH YEAH OH YEAH YOU ARE A SWEET COCKSUCKING BITCH! UMMMM” he moaned and all of the sudden I felt his cock swell and he pulled out of my mouth.

 

Suddenly he was shooting his wad all over my face and into my hair. Dripping down my chin and onto my breast. Brian shot load after load out of his swollen cock as I continued to pump it with my hands. I began to rub it all my tits as if I was putting lotion on them.

 

“ Oh god Julie that is like the best blow job I have ever had.” Brian panted as he helped me to my feet.

 

“ See, I told you, you would love it and I did pull out before I came like I said I would.” He said as he reached down and pulled his pants up stuffing his wet limp cock in.

 

I put my blouse on leaving my bra off. He reached over and buttoned each button slowly for me and when reaching my breasts he abandoned the buttons and took each nipple between his thumb and finger lightly pulling them.

 

“ UMMMMM” I moaned and after releasing them he reached over and handed me my bra.

 

“You forgot this.” He said with a smirk on his face.

 

I took it and wiped his cum off my face with it and then tucked my blouse in my skirt.

 

As we walked back to the house we talked about his teasing during dinner and how he was sure my brother had seen him teasing me under the table.

 

“ Julie, I think you should know how fantastic you were and how hot it was seeing you in the moon light on your knees sucking my cock. You’re the only girl that has been able to suck it all in.” Brian whispered in my ear. “ And you have the most beautiful tits I have ever seen.”

 

“God I must be a mess!” I said when we reached the door. He kissed me goodnight and whispered in my ear, “You look hot with my cum all over your face.” With that he turned and walked into the night.

 

I went in and went straight upstairs hoping Dad or Mom would not see me. Julie met me at the top of the stairs with a big grin on her face. I just glared at her.

 

“ Well we pulled it off! No one knew we switched.” She said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me into her room and took a better look at me.

 

Laughing she said, “I can tell you enjoyed your walk to the park. Look at the cum in your hair! I think he certainly enjoyed himself. Come on, lets go wash you hair and you have to tell me all about it! Every detail!”

 

I was speechless! I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed or be happy! My thoughts and feelings all mixed up.

 

 

It was a sunny, bright Saturday morning about 10:30, I had just gotten out of the shower when the door bell to my apartment rang.  I through on my robe and went to see who it was.  My landlord and friend was there to pick up the rent.  I invited him in as I went into the kitchen to get the rent from the cookie jar. 

I had been feeling very horny while in the shower and had teased my clit just a little so I was pretty round up.  When I returned with the rent I ask John to sit down because I wanted to ask him a question.  I began by asking him if I could ask him a question of a sexual nature.  John said I could ask him anything.

I ask John if had ever gone down on a woman.  He said he had, so I ask him if he liked it, he said he thought it was very nice.  I told him I thought it was awful, he laughted and said "You were with the wrong guy."  I ask him why he thought that. John looked at me very seriously and said he had never heard of a woman who didn\'t like it if done correctly."  I was thinking \'ya sure.\'

What do you mean?  I ask.  John told me that it was all in the technique employeed by the man.  That just confused me so I ask for more clearification.  He said there was more than one way to bring a woman to climax while eating her out.  I ask for further clarification.  John told me that it depended on how the woman was responding to what the man was doing and that he could vary his technique depending on her responce.  I was still confused and had decided to drop it.  I told him "never mind I wasn\'t interested anymore."

John said "I\'ll bet I can make you climax and beg for more!"  What a challange, I was so damn horny from talking about it that I was willing to give it a try.  I stood up and dropped my robe and let him see my naked body for the first time.  John stood and reached out to caress my large boobs, he took first one nipple in his mought then the other making my nipples stand to there full length, it felt much better than it ever had wih my X boyfirend.  John ask if I was sure I wanted to go through with it.  I told him I only wanted to be eaten out, he said ok but ask if he could take his clothes off so he could hold my body close to his, I told him sure I\'d love to feel you next to me.

John told me to get comfortable as he undressed.  As he slid up my thighs kissing and feeling my legs I got wetter and wetter, his touch was much different that my X.  I was very glad I had just showered so I was nice and fresh.  When his tongue touched my pussy lips It was as though I had never ever had a tongue on them before.  As Johns tongue reached my clit a jolt shot through my pussy like nothing I had ever experienced, it was wonderful, I wanted more and John gave it to me.  I was climaxing before he ever slid his tongue inside my cunt.  As we played I discovered that there were a couple spots the sent me through the roof when John worked them, I just couldn\'t get enough.

The room was so bright from the sun, the birds in the trees just outside my open window were singing away and so was I, this man\'s tongue wa doing to my pussy I had never experienced and I loved every second of attention.  Nearly an hour later I had had at least a dozen or more climaxes, John made me a believer in \'Good Technique\'!  

I began to think about John letting me have all the fun, I was not being fair to him.  I ask John if he wanted me to make him happy he said he was happy and put his head back to my pussy.  "No" I said, "What I ment was would you like to do anything more?"  No he said.  I told him that I wanted him to rub the head of his cock all over my pussy lips.  He said OK but that he wasn\'t going to stick it in me, I agreed so he repositioned me for easy access to my cunt lips.

John rubbed his cock all over my pussy and clit in ways I did not know about, I was climaxing as easily as before and he had not entered me, To my neive mind I thought that this was not possible but I was doing it.  

John had succed in making me a believer in that I could climax time after time without a cock inside my pussy.  I was so horny that now all I wanted was to feel John\'s cock deep inside my cunt, I wanted to know what it would be like to have John fuck me and fill me with his cum.  

As I lay there legs wide, moaning how horny I was and how good if felt I began to beg John to fuck me.  He would not enter me, I begged more and more "John please fuck my cunt, I want to feel you shoot your cum inside my pussy!"  Still John would not enter me he teased my clit with the tip of his cock until I could not take any more I screamed "John if you don\'t fuck me right now I\'ll just die!"

John ask me "What?"  I said "I want you to fuck me right now, you have to fuck me I can\'t take it any longer, I have to feel you inside my cunt right now!"  "What?\' he said.  I said "I want to feel you shoot you cum up my cunt right now!"  With that John drove his cock as deep as it would go into my pussy, I moaned "Oh Fuck......,Oh Fuck...... and just as quickly john pulled out leaving me worse off than before, I screamed at him "Fuck me........ you bastard fuck me!"  He drove into me again, I burst into the most magnificent climax I had ever had in my life.  I just kept moaning "Oh fuck........Oh Fuck..... I came and came on his cock as he stroked the inside of my vagina over and over until his cum burst into my cunt bringing me to my final climax.

How could there be so much differance in a lover?  Now I know technique is the reason.  I love Johns technique and each time I fuck him I consider him the best I have ever had.  I feel like I was  VIRGIN before John introduced me to his TECHNIQUE!

This is my true story of learning that there truely is a differance.  It is now several years later and we still get together for a passionate fuck every now and then.

Marsha & John

P.S. tonight was one of those nights!  Mum...... it was so.......good........!!

 

Tanya was already downstairs eating breakfast in a polo t-shirt, jean skirt, and a pair of Ugg boots, she was a prep, the only prep that Jonas liked, he hated all other preps.  “Whats up prep?” Jonas asked jokingly.  “Nothing much you delinquent” Tanya laughed.  “I really liked the shower yesterday.” Jonas said while pouring his cereal into his bowl.  Tanya blushed and said “Me too.  Your cock is bigger than any I’ve seen before.”  “Really?  And how many have you seen before?” asked Jonas, being the protective brother that he was.  Tanya just giggled and said “Only about five or so.”  “That better be all.” Jonas said, he and Tanya both laughed.  Jonas ate his cereal and was done before Tanya, he was a fast eater. 

 

When Tanya finished she got up and put her bowl into the sink.  While she was at the sink Jonas came up behind her and put his arms around her and pulled her back into him, she just put both of her hands on his arms and closed her eyes.  Jonas started to gently kiss her neck and she let out a soft, sensual moan.  He brought one of his hands up to her succulent tit and began massaging it gently while kissing her neck and keeping his other hand around her waist.  She moaned softly again, this soft moaning and fondling was really getting Jonas horny.  He turned her around and pulled her in close, she just gazed dreamily into his brown eyes.  He brought her in for a deep sensual kiss, their tongues massaging one another.

 

Jonas broke off the kiss and led her over to the couch in the living room.  He laid her down and crawled on top of her and began kissing her leg, slowly moving up to her inner thigh.  She moaned and he relished that he could make her feel this way.  He lifted up her jean skirt as he moved up to her inner thigh.  He got to her white, cotton panties and could see she was very wet.  He moved the elastic of her panty crotch to the side and began kissing her clean shaven cunt.  She moaned in ecstasy as he gently teased her clit with his tongue.  He played with her clit for a minute and then inserted his tongue deep into her pussy.  She moaned in pleasure as he explored the walls of her pussy with his tongue.  He started to massage her clit with his thumb and index finger while eating her out.  This brought her over the edge.  She started moaning frantically while pushing his head more into her mound.  She closed her legs as her pussy started to contract around his tongue and she flooded his mouth with her juices, which he cleaned up with his tongue.

 

He lifted his head to see Tanya biting her lower lip and closing her eyes tight as the orgasm subsided.  He took off his pants and laid back; Tanya got up and pulled down his boxers to reveal his throbbing tool.  She took his cock in her hands and massaged it, after a minute she took off her shirt and Jonas realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra.  Her luscious 36 C tits came bouncing down, her erect nipples protruding from her chest.  She moved forward so her tits were dancing above his cock, touching it every now and then.  She grabbed her tits and placed them around Jonas’ cock and started to tit fuck him.  She moved her tits up and down slowly, then faster and faster.  After a minute Jonas felt his cum coming and he moaned.  She then took his cock in her mouth and deep throated it.  This was all Jonas could take, he erupted into the back of her throat and she swallowed every last bit of his cum.

 

She then proceeded to take her panties off and lift her skirt up past her glistening pussy.  Jonas sat up and positioned himself in between her legs.  He directed his cock to her pussy hole and dove it into her.  She moaned when it was all in her and she wrapped her legs around him.  He went up and own into her, she moaned every time he did.  “Oh god Jonas…oh yeah…yeah, fuck me just like that…” she whispered.  His throbbing tool was sliding in and out of her wet pussy and she had her eyes closed while he sucked on her tit.  With every in-and-out slide she would moan, Jonas was a natural at fucking.  “Oh fuck Tanya, you’re so fucking tight….I don’t know how much longer I can last.” Jonas panted.  “Just keep going, I’m almost there!” she said.  He started pumping with all his might, her pussy gushed some juices every time he pushed into her.  “Aw fuck!  Fuck Jonas…..fuck your big sister’s pussy!  You fuck it harder right now!” Tanya screamed.  Jonas started going even faster and harder, making every joy-filled scream of hers turn him on even more.  He was fucking her with all his might.  “Fuck Jonas!  Go fucking harder!  …Yes, yes like fucking that!  Keep going, I’m about to fucking cum!” she screamed.  “Now!” Tanya screamed.  With that Jonas pushed as far as he could into her and launched his seed deep inside her womb.  This sent her over the edge and her pussy began contracting around his dick, milking it for all it was worth.  The more he came, the more she came, and vice-versa. 

 

After what seemed like an eternity of cumming, Jonas collapsed next to her and held her in his arms.  “That was amazing Jonas, how did you learn to fuck so well?” Tanya asked while feeling that after effects of her second orgasm.  “I watch a lot of porn and just put what I saw into play.” Jonas replied with a grin on his face.  Tanya smiled and said “Well it worked like a charm, believe me.”  They were both quiet, they lay in a spoon position and she fell fast asleep, Jonas held her close with his arm still around her.  Jonas just gazed at her while he slowly drifted off to dream land.

 

 

 

A PART THREE?

 

 

 

More to come if I get good feedback!

It was dark out but she was still splashing around swimming with her younger sister Candy. I peered through a space between the shade and window amazed at the innocent, girlish, romp D was enjoying. This girl is built like a woman, hornier and naughtier then any girl I've been with yet retains a child-like naivety. She bounced her way up the ladder, giving me a frontal view from head to toe. Wrapping a towel around her waist, she moved towards the other end of the house, as I followed from inside. Keeping track of everyone’s movements, not only hers, I made assessed the situation and it was perfect. Dina went from her room to the downstairs bathroom. All the parents were getting buzzed poolside with drinks in hand, I quickly made my way down the basement stairs. Wanting to catch her before changing out of her bikini I knocked lightly. "I'm in here!" she clearly said. "It's me. Open up." I whispered with my face and lips pressed against the door and frame. Nervously and wide eyed she opened the door. Before she could protest I said smiling and moving towards her, "It's all good. I'll just lock us in and no one will know. If someone does knock you're getting out of the shower."

Once again her hard breasts pushed against my chest as we locked into a deep tongue fondling that quickly engorged my pulsing cock. It was trapped downward in my board shorts. I reached into them and maneuvered myself upward then pressed my member against D's mons and stomach. She turned her hips up and forward so her clit could rub on my shaft. Little whimpering moans came from her mouth, muffled by the seal our lips made as I poked at her swelling clit with my cockhead. I have a fetish for wanting to be behind a chick so my hands experience the sensation she does from touching herself. We had countless chats that involved taking her from behind. She enjoyed my rough scenarios. Writing out how I would pin her against the wall grinding my cock against her ass, reaching around finger fucking her to orgasm so I could drop my cock in her wet little hole with one good push. Now here she is. No more words. We knew each others sexual desires intimately from chatting.

I needed to feel her body from behind. Realizing my mouth from hers she looked at me with her lusting eyes. I moved towards the sink, slowly turning her around. Lifting her arms and wrapping mine around her waist I nibbled at her ear lobe sending shivers down her spine. The vanity mirror allowed me to watch my hands explore her and enjoy the reactions from the touch. I slid my palms up and across her firm mounds with ease from the silkiness of her bikini top. Taking my pointer fingers I slid one between the skimpy cloth and each of her 15 year old boobs. Slowly I ran the backside of each finger across her tender, ripening tits. Hooking the bottom of each cloth covering, anxiously watching in the mirror, I pulled the tight material quickly to the outside popping free her fresh, growing, treats. Barely a bounce from my tug they responded with a rebounding shiver. Licking my finger I rubbed it on Dina’s undefined, puffy areolas then blew on it. Just a small tightening of the circle and slight outline of her nipple arose. I love watching nipples harden. It's one of my favorite, and arousing, things to make happen or just watch it occur. Nothing is more delicious then a pert little, tear drop boob with a up-turned, half dollar sized, light brown areola that perks up into a tight, pointy eraser shaped nipple when aroused. Yet I can't help but enjoy the endless variety of shapes and sizes of breasts, especially young and hard as D's.

"You gotta ease up a bit." she said due to the vigorous kneading of my two new toys. "Sorry. I could play with them forever." I whispered while licking softly around the edge of her ear. Reaching down. I untied my shorts and slowly pulled open the Velcro fly. She heard it and reacted with a nervous glance back at me. Already shirtless I let my shorts drop to my ankles. With an upward stoke I pushed my cock between her, tight, fifteen year old, ass cheeks. I grabbed her by the hips grinding into her virgin bum. With a little resistance from D I was sliding off her bottoms. "I want to feel my cock on your skin. I won't do anything you don't want. OK baby?" I reassured her. "I'm not going to fuck you." she responded. "I don't want to fuck right now anyway. We have 7 days together to enjoy. You've already given me more then I could ever dream of." Truthfully saying to her. The panties fell to her ankles. To extend the moment I positioned my hot, pulsing, mushroom cap on her asshole, running my entire cock across her sphincter with deliberation. We were the same height. It was effortless to make our bodies rub and stimulate each other. I reached around to her shaved mons using it to push her against my cock while I eased my way to her pussy. She was grabbing my hand but with no force to pull me away. She was shaking from the ecstasy of a dream becoming a reality. With my whole hand I ran 4 fingers between her legs. My middle finger slid between the top of her opening as the rest played with the puffy outer lips. As she fought back the desire to moan My finger was swallowed by her lips. Rubbing D's clit with 3 or 4 strokes I dipped my middle finger straight down and curled it into her hole. "You're pussy is so wet." I groaned with delight. I pushed my rod down and said, "I wont stick it in. I just want to rub across it cuz it's so wet." The top of my dick was actually rubbing her 15 year old pussy lips and she was grinding back. I took her hand and placed it on my shaft, showing her how to push me against her wet lips and clit.

We've been at this for a while and needed to unlock our bodies from the intense, deviant, lust we secretly shared. "I'm gonna go jerk off." I said looking down at my erection. "Don't do it! I want it" She strongly responded. "OK baby. I'll wait." I said. Dina is the best cock sucker I've ever experienced and she's only fifteen! She LOVES to suck dick, anywhere, anytime. That's the preclude for the next chapter.

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