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posted by Virgil Black at 7:39 PM 0 Comments

1.13.2008

Two New Stories

First off, this might be all there is for a long time. I'm going on an indefinite hiatus - I just don't have time for writing anymore. Maybe in several months my job will slow down, and if I still have the writing bug I'll get back to into it. So, many thanks to my several loyal readers and everyone else who read and enjoyed my stories. It's been fun to share them with you.

These two new stories continue in the "semiautobiographical" theme I started in "At the RSI." Lest you think there are actually people out there having far more interesting sex lives than you, these stories are mostly fiction. However, they are based on an actual event that really happened to me. I'm not entirely happy with either of these stories, but since I'm not going to have time to fix them, I thought I'd let them out into the wild just as they are.

First up is "Back Trouble." The true event in this one is that I did really hurt my back badly (but temporarily) one summer day doing yardwork and I had to crawl back to my house for help. End of the real story. In the imaginary part, my daughter's friend comes along an rescues me, and finishes up by providing some unusuhttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifal first aid. Story codes here are: f-solo, fm, reluc.

Second is "Rainstorm." What really happened is I saw a high school girl's cross-country running team practicing in a heavy rain while driving home from work one afternoon. They were soaking wet and looked miserable. I drove on right past them. What happens after that in this story is fiction. This one is told in a sort of Rashomon style, with everyone giving a little bit of the story from their own point of view, although my story has nothing to do with the nature of truth. I don't think it will confuse anyone, but I just wanted to point that out. Story codes are: ffm, ff, f-solo, pett

Once again, thanks for reading and all the kind words and encouragement. It makes a difference, and it's been a kick hearing from everyone. And even though I won't be writing anything for a while, I'd still appreciate your feedback on my latest stuff.

Thanks!

(text files are available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/back_trouble.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/rainstorm.txt)

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posted by Virgil Black at 4:20 PM 1 Comments

12.23.2007

At the RSI

Here's a new story. It's pretty different than my other work - for example, no teenage girls are involved. I realize that might alienate a large portion of my regular audience, but what should I do? Pander to my readers? Hahaha!

It's called "At the RSI," and it's a "semiautobiographical" story about a visit to a fertility clinic to give a semen sample. I'm really stretching the meaning of semiautobiographical here, because, while it is based on an event that actually happened, 99% of it is fiction. I'm sure it is obvious what is real and what is not. Story codes are: FFM, bd, pett.

If you like it, like me know. Thanks for reading my stories.

(text file is available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/at_the_rsi.txt

P.S. Don't worry, the next couple of stories in the queue have teenage girls in them.

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posted by Virgil Black at 8:08 AM 3 Comments

12.20.2007

Revisions

I've just posted revised versions of all the parts of the "Losing My Shirt" series, which I am now calling Home for the Summer to keep it consistent with the version on storiesonline.net.

The revisions are very minor - typos, spelling, missing words, grammar, and similar errors. Other than that, I only changed a couple of sentences here and there. If you've already read the story, there's no reason to read it again (unless you want to!). If you are keeping a copy for your archives, this version should be a bit cleaner than the last. Many thanks to bohica and DocWilco for their editorial assistance.

For background on each chapter, click the "Losing My Shirt" or "Home for the Summer" label below.

Home for the Summer
Chapter 1: Losing My Shirt (ffM, fM, ffM, fM, bd, reluc, pett, oral, inc)
Chapter 2: Double Down (Mff, oral, inc)
Chapter 3: Booty Call (Mf, oral, rim, anal)
Chapter 4: Because of a Little Kink (Msolo, ff, fsolo, fsolo, exhib, inc(?))
Chapter 5: Getting Wet (Mf, fsolo, fM, oral, inc)
Chapter 6: A Goodbye Present (Mf, Mff, pett, oral, rim, anal)
Chapter 7: Firsts and Lasts (Mf, Mff, oral, rim, pett, bd, 1st, inc)

(text versions are:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/losing_my_shirt.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/double_down.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/booty_call.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/because_of_a_little_kink.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/getting_wet.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/a_goodbye_present.txt
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/firsts_and_lasts.txt)

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posted by Virgil Black at 9:09 PM 0 Comments

11.25.2007

Some Favorites

Since I'm taking a brief break from writing, I thought I'd spotlight a few of my favorite authors from the past. I've been reading ASS and ASSM since 1993 (before spam!) and these authors and stories have stuck with me like no others.

Deidre Ng, Tammy Ng, or the Sisters Ng

These two are incredible authors. They (if it really is a "they") represent themselves as Asian-Canadian sisters, often writing stories and messages for each other. Their stories were originally posted back in the mid-nineties, and they can be a little hard to find. Some seem to be archived on asstr-mirror.org, but you can also find a single post - courtesy of "Dick Goesinya" - that claims to have all their stories. My favorite might be "In Your Mouth and Mine," but they are all amazingly hot.

Pan the Piper (or just Pan)

Pan posted some stories in 2000-2003. A series named "Call Me Daddy" - part 1 (Mf-solo, reluc), part 2 (Mf-solo, Mf, anal, cons, nc), part 3 (Mf), part 4 (Mff, inc), part 5 (Mf, inc) - really caught my attention. Lots of hot sex with a wayward teen foster child topped of with some Daddy-daughter incest as well. Another couple of stories, "Dane's Babysitter" (Mf, fm-1st, oral) and "Dane the Great" (mf, m-first) featured a character called Dane, a boy or young teen who happens to be surprisingly well-endowed. These two stories feature an Asian teen girl as a sex-partner, if that works for you (it does for me!).

Father Ignatius

This author wrote tons of stories, but my all-time favorite is "Bondage Daddy," (Mf inc oral anal tools) from 2001 which is actually an unauthorized sequel to a story written by another author. Strangely, I could not find it on asstr-mirror.org. This one features an incredible scene between a father and his young teen daughter. Do you think it's actually possible to do that with a screwdriver and a power drill? As an aside, I still cannot figure out what "mattress pants" are.

That's all I've got for now. Anyone know any other really hot stories?

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posted by Virgil Black at 8:14 PM 5 Comments

11.20.2007

"Firsts and Lasts"

Done done done! "Firsts and Lasts" is the final story of the "Losing My Shirt" series. I think it might be the best one.

In it, the narrator becomes extremely sexually frustrated due to a variety of unfortunate interruptions. But it all ends happily. If you haven't read the other stories in the series, you probably should. Just click the label "Losing My Shirt" below and you can catch up on the whole thing - remember to start at the earliest posted story at the bottom of the page and work your way up. The story codes for this one are: Mf, Mff, oral, rim, pett, bd, 1st, inc (But there is only playful bondage, so don't get too worked up about it.)

As I said, this might be my favorite of the series. But I'm so glad I'm done (except for corrections and minor revisions)! I don't plan on writing a long series like this again - it's too much pressure. I hope that you've enjoyed reading it. Let me know in the comments or by email if you did.

I have some other stories planned, including a new short series that is already partly written that stars Amy from this series. You might want to come back and look around.

Thanks for reading my stuff!

(text file is available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/firsts_and_lasts.txt

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posted by Virgil Black at 9:46 PM 6 Comments

11.15.2007

"A Goodbye Present"

Finally! "A Goodbye Present," the next to last installment of the "Losing My Shirt" series, is posted. Sorry about the lengthy delay - the time I have available to write has significantly diminished, and it took much longer to finish than I thought it would.

In "A Goodbye Present" Christine and Amy ask our protagonist out for dinner "and other stuff" as a goodbye present, because he's leaving to go back to school the following weekend. There's practically no story arc in this one at all (not that there is much of an arc in the series!). It is almost start to finish sex. If you haven't yet read "Losing My Shirt," "Booty Call," and "Getting Wet" you might want to before reading this one. Or, you could just click the label "Losing My Shirt" below and catch up on the whole story. The story codes for this one are: Mf, Mff, pett, oral, anal.

There's only one part left in the series. I'm thinking of calling it "First and Last," which might give you some idea what it's about.

If you like it please let me know. Thanks for reading my stuff!

(text file is available at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/virgil_black/txt/a_goodbye_present.txt)

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posted by Virgil Black at 2:45 PM 1 Comments

0pt; FONT-FAMILY:Times New Roman"> Precum was starting to ooze thickly from my pisshole. Amy noticed, and licking the fingers of her right hand, observed that "This is the good part!" and starting at the head of my cock, smeared my precum and her saliva around and down my cock, making it slick and a little slippery. She continued to pump me slowly and with a firm grasp the entire time.


"He's getting ready to go," she told the others. "You wanna try it, Chris?" Christine nodded. "I'll hold him here, and you just stroke it like I was." The two girls switched off. Now, Christine was fisting my slippery cock and holding my nuts while Amy pinched the base of my dick. With her left hand, Amy was idly stroking the inside of my thighs.


"See that stuff leaking out the top?" Amy asked Christine. "On the upstroke, go all the way past the tip, smear it around, and then spread it back down his shaft.


"Okay," replied Chris. She seemed to be concentrating on the task.


"How's she doing, buddy?" Amy asked me, without looking away from my hardon.


Honestly, Christine wasn't as good as Amy. Her grip was just a little too loose or something. But I was so far gone already that the combined sensations from the hands of the two girls was overwhelming anyway. I didn't want to make the effort to speak, so I just groaned.


"I guess he likes it," said my sister. I had almost forgotten she was there.


"Yeah. Baby," Amy addressed me, this time looking me in the eyes, "you want to come for us soon?"


"Uh-huh," I breathed.


"Where's Jenna?" Amy asked. "She shouldn't miss this! Jenna, you big chicken. Come in here!"


"Yeah, Jenna! Come on!" Christine shouted.


I heard footsteps and looked up to see Jenna peeking into the room. She didn't say anything, but looked wide-eyed at her friends and I.


"Come closer. You don't want to miss this. Amy says he's about to shoot off!" Christine exclaimed.


She stood down by my feet, on Christine's side of the bed.


"Okay, Chris, let's switch again. This one's mine." Christine nodded her assent, and the two girls deftly changed jobs. Amy began stroking me in earnest, with long, fast strokes and firm pressure. It felt like she was milking my dick, and I guess, in a way, she was. I felt a huge orgasm building in my groin. My muscles were so tense they were vibrating.


"Ready? Christine, let him go."


She did, and I felt the fluids rush into place inside me. I growled and strained all my muscles, lifting my body off the bed and pointing my cock skyward. Amy didn't break her pumping rhythm as the first large shot of come blasted from my piss hole. My eyes were closed tightly by now, so, while I didn't see it arc up into the air, I did feel it land with a hot splash on my chest and neck. With each subsequent stroke of Amy's small fist, another glob of come arched out of me, with slowly decreasing energy, leaving a trail of white splashes down my torso. I counted ten spasms, and then merely felt the spunk pulsing out of my cock and oozing down my rod. Amy still pumped me, milking every last drop of semen from my spent balls. I finally opened my eyes, immediately fixing on her little, tan hand as she gently worked my softening tool. She had mixed my come into lather around my shaft and in my pubic hair. I felt it dripping slowly down my scrotum as well.


I was covered in jizz from my neck to my balls. Amy and Christine had just milked the largest come of my life out of me. I searched each of the young women's faces, and everyone, including Amy, looked a little shocked.


"Whoa!" Christine finally broke the silence. "Is it always that much?" she asked, looking up at my face.


"No," I replied weakly, shaking my head. "That was something special…"


The girls all laughed, even Jenna, who still looked uncomfortable.


No one was moving except for Amy, who was still absent-mindedly playing with my shrinking cock. No one seemed to know what to do next, so I spoke up.


"How about you untie me now?"


- - - - -


This goaded Amy into action. "How about we get you cleaned up first? Jenna, go get a warm, wet washcloth from the bathroom." Jenna turned and started her task. Christine squirmed up the bed, resting against the headboard, her naked hips near my face.


"These are a mess!" Amy said, indicating my boxer shorts. They were wet with my come.


"So let me up so I can take them off."


"No, we're not done with you yet." I was afraid of that. Megan had a blank look on her face now, and glancing up to Christine, I saw that she was smiling. No help there, I guess.


"Megan, do you have some scissors around here?" Amy asked my sister.


She sat still for a second, then answered affirmatively and left the room.


Jenna came back in with the washcloth. Amy told her to wait while Megan came back with scissors.


Amy and Christine cut the boxer shorts off me. Although Christine tried to avoid it, she and Amy both got a lot of my load on her hands. Amy noticed her squeamishness.


"It's not that bad, Chris. You can wash it off!" she teased.


"It's just, well, sticky."


Amy's left hand was almost coated in my white goo. "Yeah," she said, lifting her hand to her face. To everyone's surprise she stuck her pink tongue out and licked a little off the back of her hand. "Salty," she said. Holding her hand out to Christine, she asked her, "You want to taste it, too?"


Jenna and my sister were shocked speechless, and I guess Christine was too because she didn't say anything. She just leaned forward a little, stuck out her tongue daintily, and dabbed it into the spunk on the back of Amy's hand. She looked nonplussed. "Salty," she agreed.


"It's better when it's still hot," Amy commented. I think she was just trying to impress her friends at this point.


"Gross, Amy." said Jenna. Amy laughed.


"Megan, why don't you and Jenna clean him up? Christine and I have to wash up, too."


- - - - -


Megan came to the bed and sat down on my right side, near my chest. I could tell she felt pretty awkward about being that close to me while I was naked. She asked Jenna to hand her the towel, and then turned to me and said "Sorry." I shrugged as well as I could. She got to work cleaning off my chest, rubbing the warm washcloth down my chin and neck, and between my pecs, cleaning off my sticky load. She had cleaned me as far down as my belly button when she decided that the washcloth was more or less saturated with my come.


"I've got to rinse this out, Jenna. I'll be right back," said Megan, hopping off the bed. She went into the adjoining bathroom. Jenna watched her go without a word.


When she heard the faucet running, Jenna stepped towards me. She placed a finger over her lips, indicating that I shouldn't say anything. Tentatively, she reached out, and gently rubbed her right index finger into the spunk covering the shaft of my flaccid penis. She looked over at me, and smiled coyly as she brought the come covered digit to her lips. Her tongue flicked out for a quick taste. She had just begun another small lick when she heard Megan re-enter the room. In a panic, she popped the whole finger in her mouth to clean it off. I couldn't help but laugh.


"What's up?" my sister asked, looking first at me and then at Jenna, who was just removing her clean, wet finger from her pretty mouth.


"Nothing," I replied. "I was sort of hoping that you guys would untie me now."


"Well, Amy said we should keep you here. If I let you go, she'll be mad," Jenna paused. "Besides, that was kind of cool. Think you could do it again?"


"I don't want to," I answered.


"Anyway, we've got to get you clean," my sister told me. "Sorry about this." She took the washcloth and started to gently rub it over my limp cock, soaking up the remains of my load. I notice that she was very careful not to actually touch my penis with her hand. She also cleaned off my abdomen, down to my pubic hair, which was matted down with sticky come. There was no way she could wash this out without touching me.


"Man, what a mess you made," she said to me, shaking her head. "Jenna, can you come here and hold his thing up while I clean him off?"


"What?" Jenna was shocked at the suggestion.


"He's my brother, Jenna. I don't want to be the one to hold it!"


"If you untie me I can clean myself off," I suggested, helpfully.


"Okay," Jenna relented. She walked around to the opposite side of the bed, leaned over, and bracing herself with one hand, carefully lifted my dick into the air. Her fingertips gently gripped my glans. Megan began sopping up the mess in my pubes. Soon, she decided that she needed to rinse the towel again.


"Back in a sec!" she said to us both.


Jenna didn't look at me, and she didn't let go of my cock either. I felt the blood seeping back into my groin as I watched this pretty girl shyly holding my cock. She was standing there in only her small white panties and undershirt, just like I had seen her that night a few years ago. I could feel my blood pulsing at the base of my cock, and I knew I would soon be growing hard again. It seemed that Jenna hadn't noticed anything yet. I let my head fall back and I closed my eyes tightly, trying to get the picture of her tight, panty clad ass out of my head. No luck. The harder I tried not thinking about her, the more I could feel her soft fingers pressing into my cock.


None too soon, Megan came back. She noticed.


"Oh man, Bro. I thought you said you were done?"


"What?" asked Jenna.


"His dick is getting hard again. Can't you tell?"


"I guess not." Jenna replied.


"Can we just get this over with?" I suggested.


"Yeah." Megan got right to work on the shaft of my now hardening dick. I grew wider and longer as she wiped me off. She was still careful not to make any skin-to-skin contact, to my relief.


"Don't forget his balls," Jenna reminded her.


Megan carried out that task as well. The warm, rough cloth felt nice on my sack. She gently rolled my loosely hanging testicles around in my scrotum, cleaning me off quite well. The massage relaxed me somewhat, and I could feel my dick begin to reverse its ascent. Then she cleaned lower, wiping the cloth inside my groin and just above my asshole. It wasn't long before she deemed the job complete.


"I guess that's it," she told Jenna. "Let him go, and let's go find the other two."


- - - - -


They left me all alone in our parent's room, tied securely to the large bed with my mom's nice scarves. My muscles were sore from the intense orgasm I had had earlier. I looked at the bedside clock. It was almost one in the morning. I could feel my half-hard cock resting hotly on my stomach. The room was not warm, and I hoped that someone would remember to throw a blanket over me if they were going to leave me here all night.


Only five minutes or so elapsed before all the girls came back into the room.


"We brought you a drink," Christine said. "Amy thought you'd be thirsty after losing all that, er, fluid." She and Amy laughed.


Christine held a can of orange soda with a straw in it up to my lips. I sucked up a few sips, and then she pulled it away. "Not too much, or you'll have to go!" I had forgotten about that.


None of the girls had changed out of their poker clothes. Amy was still the most fully dressed, wearing her pleated skirt and blouse. Megan had on a long shirt, and her bra and panties, I guess. Christine was dressed in a fancy looking bra that was hard at work supporting her surprisingly large tits, and a blue string bikini. Jenna was wearing a white cotton undershirt and plain white panties that looked a touch too small for her.


"So, who's next?" Amy asked. "Me and Chris already had a turn. Megan, you want a try?"


"No way! He's, like, my brother!" I was pretty relieved by that. I wasn't prepared to be jerked off by my little sister.


"So it's your turn, Jenna."


"Okay." She looked reluctant. "What do I do?" I could feel the blood pulsing back into my dick.


"Well, he had a pretty good workout last time. Let's start off easy." Amy turned to my sister. "You have some baby oil, right?"


She looked interested, nodded yes, and dashed out of the room. I lay there, looking Amy in the eye until Megan returned.


Handing the baby oil to Jenna, Amy instructed her to pour a lot onto her hands and then massage it around my cock.


I watched with anticipation as Jenna climbed onto the bed next to me and doused her hands with oil. She licked her lips once, looking nervous and sweet, and then grabbed my stiff cock. "It's already hard!" she told the other girls.


"Ready to go so soon?" Amy teased me. "Cool. Okay Jenna, sort of pull on it, like you were milking a cow." Jenna complied as best she knew how.


"No no," Amy corrected. "Do it the other way, in reverse."


She switched to a upward motion, using her thumb, middle and index finger to form a ring around my shaft, releasing at the top and then gripping again at the base to start the cycle over.


"You can squeeze him a little harder, I bet," she instructed. Amy looked up at me and I nodded my consent. "He won't mind."


The girls were all watching Jenna's ministrations. I was watching Jenna, too. Her small, conical tits stretched the fabric of her tight undershirt. I could see her nipples begin to stiffen as she kept at her work. She was kneeling on the bed next to my right hip, with her tight bottom resting on her bare feet. Her heels made small indentations in the muscles of her firm ass.


"Try it with both hands, and pull down now," Amy suggested. Jenna, who had been supporting herself with her left hand, wrapped it around my cock as well, just under the fingers of her right hand. She was moving them both down my shaft, forming a tight tube of fingers with which she hand fucked me.


I groaned. Jenna looked up at me and smiled. She looked naughty now, not sweet.


Without a hand to steady her, she was close to losing her balance on the softly bouncing bed, and her pacing soon faltered. "I can't do this! I need to hold myself up!" she complained.


"Why don't you sit over him?" Megan suggested. Jenna looked dubious, but swung her left leg over my stomach. She was now kneeling over me, with one leg on each side and facing my feet. She hadn't released her grip on my cock during the maneuver, and started stroking me again.


All I could see now were Jenna's shoulders as she pumped on my tool, her lithe back, and looking down my chest, her firm little butt hovering just above my sternum. Her small panties were stretched immodestly tight against her ass cheeks, and I could see the swell of her pussy lips between her long slender legs. I couldn't take my eyes off her.


Jenna finally acted on her own initiative, I suppose, because she started milking my cock again, but double time. She would alternate right and left hands, starting with each wrapped around the head of my cock just as the other reached the midpoint of my rod. She kept this up for a few minutes, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.


"That's good," I complemented her, my breathing heavy. "I'm pretty close now!"


She didn't look over her shoulder at me, but suddenly seemed to remember that there was a man attached to this cock, and that that man would be staring right at her ass in this position. I don't know her motivation, but she sank lower on me, resting against my chest. I could feel her warm thighs and hot little pussy pressing against me. It was good that she didn't weigh much or I would have had trouble breathing.


"Oh God, Jenna," I moaned. "Just a little more!"


She started grinding her pussy against me. I think the other girls were too interested in my cock to notice, but I could feel the friction of hot skin through her cotton undies.


"Don't stop, Jenna. Don't stop!" I held my breath for ten seconds, and then ten more, and finally roared out my orgasm. I felt a big load blast out of my cock, followed by a few more spurts. The last bits of come just dribbled out as she finally released my rod.


"Oh, what a mess!" she said. She slid off to my left side, raising her other leg over my midsection. I could see that she had been splashed with wads of come. Her undershirt was wet with it in several patches. Both her hands were covered with my jizz as well. Proving she was as daring as the others, she stuck the part of her hand between her thumb and forefinger into her mouth and sucked off a tongueful of come. Licking the residue of come off her pink lips, she said to everyone, "It is salty. And it feels slippery when you swallow it!"


Amy looked knowingly at Christine. "See, I told you warm was better." My sister still looked shocked, but the other three laughed. I laughed, too, but weakly. It had been a rough evening!


- - - - -


This time Jenna left to clean herself, and Amy and Christine collaborated to wash me off. Of course, the two of them took some liberties with me, and finally left me lying there, tied to the bed with a semi-erection.


It was almost half and hour later that the four of them came back. I noticed that they had changed into some sleeping clothes; uniformly, they were wearing loose t-shirts that almost covered the cheeks of their panty-clad asses. Megan had brought up a fresh can of cold soda, and offered me a few sips through a straw.


One of them found a big, loose blanket with which to cover me, which Amy carefully arranged.


"So, this is goodnight!" Amy said cheerfully. "We'll probably let you go in the morning." Then she leaned over the bed, gave my cock a squeeze through the blanket, and kissed my cheek chastely. Christine imitated her exactly. It was Jenna's turn next, and after saying goodnight, she kissed me on the mouth. I even felt her tongue flick against my lips.


" ‘Night Bro!" waved my sister, as she ushered the others out of my parent's bedroom. I watched her mouth the word "Sorry" again as she smiled, flipped off the lights and closed the door.


I was pretty exhausted. It was about two in the morning, and my muscles ached from the exertion of being masturbated to two excellent orgasms by the pretty teenagers. I felt my body sinking into the mattress as I relaxed, and fell asleep in a few short minutes.


- - - - -


I woke up when two warm bodies climbed into bed with me.


"We couldn't sleep," said Amy, snuggling up to my right side.


"Can we join you?" asked Christine, as she squirmed in close to my left.


"Not much I can do about it, right?" I answered. "Can we just sleep though? I'm too tired to play."


"Well, okay," answered Amy.


The two girls got comfortable under the blanket, wiggling around next to me until they were satisfied. Amy ended up with her right leg thrown over mine, and her panty clad crotch pressed firmly against my thigh. Her head rested on my chest. Christine had found a similar position, with her left leg over my hips. Her large, firm breasts pressed up against my flank. Through the thin fabric of the t-shirt I could tell she was braless and I could feel the heat of her skin. I have to admit that I was quite comfortable with the two pretty teens snuggled tightly against me. Who wouldn't be? But, in my current state I was too worn out to get excited, and before I knew it I had drifted off again.


I don't think they let me rest long. At least, Amy didn't. Christine had apparently fallen asleep and had rolled away from us slightly. Amy, on the other hand, was quite awake. She was holding my flaccid cock with one hand and dry humping my leg.


"Amy…" I whispered, getting her attention.


"Sorry," she whispered back. "I couldn't help myself. I really need to get off, and you feel so good." She kept grinding her panty-covered pussy against my upper thigh. Tired as I was, her hot little body felt too good to ignore, and my cock started to rise to the occasion.


"Mmmm," she moaned against my neck, squeezing me as blood filled my organ. "I love your cock! It's the biggest I've seen. And the skin is so soft."


"It's not that big, Amy," I whispered, a little sad to dispel her belief.


"Well, I haven't seen that many," she continued, softly. "I still think it's really nice! It's wide and long and it gets so hard just before you come."


I cautioned her to touch me softly. My cock was pretty tender after our earlier activities. She mumbled her agreement, and snuggled up closer to me, grinding harder against my leg. I was pleased that this hot little fox found me so irresistible! Her warm body felt wonderful next to mine, and her skin was soft and smooth. Her hair smelled like coconut.


I guess she got a little too enthusiastic eventually, because Christine finally rolled back to us, and, wrapping her left leg around mine, asked Amy and I if she could play too. Amy was in no position to disagree, and I wasn't opposed to being dry fucked by two lovely young ladies. Christine and Amy shared my stiff cock as they humped me, lightly tracing their fingertips up my shaft, over the soft crown, and around my scrotum. Amy, the more knowledgeable of the two, even paid some attention to the perineum, massaging her middle finger firmly against me as Christine stroked my shaft. I couldn't help but moan softly, lost in the sensation of the girls' hands.


Amy must have been getting close, because she started to whimper quietly against my neck and chest. Her whimpers turned to soft groans, and she grabbed the shaft of my cock firmly and started to squeeze. Christine, turned on even more by her friend's climax, starting pressing harder against my leg and squeezed Amy's hand over my rock hard erection as well.


"Come on, baby," I encouraged Amy, whispering into her sweet-smelling hair. "Come for me, babe!"


I felt her tense up, gasp, and then Amy was shaking out her orgasm breathlessly next to me. Finally, she sighed and relaxed, loosening her hold on me.


Christine, however, was getting closer to coming herself. She was grinding her clit against my hairy leg. I could feel the wetness and heat from her swollen pussy through her panties. "Oh God!" she moaned.


Amy watched Christine from across my chest. "Come on, Chrissy!" she told her friend. "I want to watch you come!"


"Show us, honey!"


Christine let go of my shaft and grabbed my opposite hip. She pulled herself tightly against me, her large breasts squashed up against my flank. I could feel her body stiffen, and she started to growl. She turned her face toward Amy, and when the two of them made eye contact in the dim light, Christine started to come, vibrating like a plucked guitar string. She open her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Amy and I watched her as she slowly came down. First, her tight grip on my body relaxed, and then she slowly and softly ground her pelvis against me, riding out several aftershocks. When she finally finished, she giggled with embarrassment.


"That was so hot," Amy whispered to us both, and then giggled to herself.


Christine was still catching her breath, but I agreed readily with Amy.


- - - - -


The three of us stayed together like that for a little while. Though my body was tired, my cock was still rock-hard. I could feel it pulsing with my heartbeat. The girls were quiet, and, despite my erection, I hoped that we were through for the night. Eventually, though, Amy's horniness returned.


"So," she commented softly, "We still have to take care of you."


"You two already took care of me tonight!" I replied.


Christine's hand slipped down under the blanket and grasped my cock. "But, it's still hard. We can't just leave you like that!"


"It's too sore to play with, Chrissy. You guys were a little rough on me earlier. It'll go down when I fall asleep."


"I have another idea," whispered Amy. "You want to learn how to give him a blowjob?"


"Yeah!" Christine was excited by the idea.


They didn't wait for my approval. "Okay, Chris, just do what I do. We'll take turns!"


The girls scooted down the bed, and got to their knees by my hips, one on each side of me. They pulled the blanket down past my knees, exposing me to the cool air. Amy lowered her face to my stiff cock, and Christine watched her intently. Amy began by licking my balls. Her tongue felt hot against my skin, but the evaporating saliva felt cold. She also gave my scrotum little kisses, and lightly sucked each of my testicles.


When she stopped, Christine imitated her. Amy started licking and kissing her way up the shaft of my penis, which was still resting against my stomach. When she reached the glans, she popped it into her small mouth, and sucking lightly, lifted my cock perpendicular to my body. With it pointing straight up, she grasped it lightly at the base with her left hand, and started kissing and licking her way back down to the base, trying to wet all my skin with her tongue. When she reached my pubes, she lowered my tool back down to my stomach and told Christine it was her turn.


Again, Christine copied her almost exactly. It was nice to feel the slight differences between the girls. While Christine's lips were softer, Amy's were more plump. Amy's tongue was also a bit rougher than Christine's. All too soon, Christine finished.


Amy took over again, holding my cock upright between her thumb and forefinger, and sucked the glans gently into her warm, wet mouth. She slowly took me inside her, dropping her luscious lips lower on each pass. When I felt my cock bump the back of her throat, she stopped. She pulled back up, keeping only the head in her mouth, and then plunged slowly down my cock until I once again bumped into the back of her throat. She repeated this motion a few times, and then pulled off.


Holding my cock for Christine, she said, "Don't try to go to deep. You'll gag. If he hits the back of your mouth you had better stop." Christine nodded and took me between her lips. Like Amy, she slowly worked her way down. I felt her falter a little as I got deeper, but when the tip of my cock pressed against her throat, she visibly relaxed. I'm pretty sure she didn't know how far it would have to go in! Christine tried a few strokes and then Amy asked to show her a few last things before she was on her own. Christine slowly pulled off my organ and offered it to Amy.


"First, try using your tongue while you suck him, like this," she demonstrated, bathing my cock with the flat upper side of her tongue. "Only, do that while it's inside your mouth. Also you can try wiggling your tongue around like this." She showed Christine how to snake her tongue around the shaft and lick softly under the crown. "Another thing I think guys like is when you twist around as you suck." Amy sucked the head of my cock back into her mouth, and twisted her neck back and forth as she slurped up and down the shaft. She had very good technique. The little minx was not only a jack-off artist, she was also an accomplished fellatrix!


Amy turned to me and smiled. "Anything else, babe?"


"You don't have to do just one thing over and over. You can switch around. You know, suck for a while, then lick it, then kiss or lick my balls while you stroke it. Stuff like that," I suggested.


"Yeah. Plus, the angle's better if you get between his legs. So, try it. I'll watch you and coach you!"


Christine climbed between my spread legs, kneeling. She figured out that the could support herself on her right elbow while holding my dick with her left hand. That done, she sucked me into her mouth and went to work.


Amy leaned back against me with her head on my shoulder. She was idly stroking the hair on my chest while she watched her friend suck and lick my cock. I relaxed back onto the bed and closed my eyes, reveling in this unusual situation and enjoying the girls' attention.


Christine practiced her new skills for a few minutes before Amy asked, "How's she doing, big guy?"


"That's great, Chrissy," I answered.


"Watching you suck him is hot," commented Amy. "Are you having fun?"


"Mmmm hmmm," Christine mumbled, my shaft still deep inside her mouth.


Amy settled back against me, and we both enjoyed Christine's blow job. Christine was doing a fine job. Her technique was improving as she practiced, and she had me as hard as an iron bar. I could feel her heavy, swaying breasts brush my thighs as she bobbed up and down. But, I didn't think I was going to come. I was still feeling tired out from our earlier sessions. Then, Amy started to get restless. Finally, she turned toward me, moved up to my ear, and whispered so Christine couldn't hear.


"Do you eat pussy?"


- - - - -


Without distracting her friend, who was apparently too busy with my cock to notice, Amy slipped out of her panties, spun around slowly, and straddled me on her hands and knees. Her moist pussy was directly over my mouth. I could see her hairless pussy lips glistening wet in the light from the clock radio; her hard, small clit peeking out from it's hood; the tight, smooth skin of her thighs and ass; and her small, crinkled asshole. I relished the sight, trying to embed it in my memory. Then she slowly sank down, until, with my tongue out, I was just able to brush her wet pussy lips.


Amy gasped loudly, and our secret was out. Christine stopped in mid-stroke, and after appraising the situation, continued. She brought her right hand up to grasp the base of my dick, and rested her forearm on my pelvis. I felt her left hand brush past my leg as she lowered it to her own pussy.


I continued licking Amy, lightly at first, and then penetrating the folds of her pussy. She dripped juices when I opened her up, small drops actually falling on my lips and chin. Her pussy was sweet and smooth. She barely had peachfuzz on her pussy itself, and a thin patch of fine black hair on her mons. Amy was almost sobbing as I explored her with my tongue, spreading my saliva and her juices around her genitals.


"Lower!" I ordered her, and she sank closer to me. I poked my tongue inside her vagina, rimming the small opening and teasing out her juices. Amy's breath was staggered and rough and she was moaning and humming through her tightly closed lips. Her pussy was fresh and soft, and she tasted like honey, salt, and sweat. I licked, using the flat of my tongue, out over her perineum and up to her asshole. Tickling it, I resumed licking her pussy, now moving down toward her hard little clit. Slipping forward, I felt it with the tip of my tongue, nestled firmly under it's taut hood. At contact, Amy cried out and ground her pubic bone down against my chin.


Meanwhile, Christine had redoubled her efforts. She was taking me into her mouth with long, fast strokes. Her drool was pooling in my pubic hair, and trickling down my tight balls. She had started to moan softly around my cock.


I began to tease Amy's hard clit, flicking it with my tongue and then sliding up between the swollen labia to her weeping pussyhole. Gathering her wetness on my tongue, I spread it back down to her swollen clitoris. With each cycle, she came closer and closer to climax. She was rocking over me now, and taking air in short ragged sobs. I could feel her start to shake. I decided to bring her over the edge.


I sucked her juicy lips into my mouth, and slid forward, capturing her clit and hood. Sucking hard, I rolled the tip of my tongue around the little pebble. Amy cried incoherently and ground herself against my face. I felt her muscles tighten and her thighs clench and unclench as she surfed wave after wave of orgasm. She had come quickly, and she had come hard. I kept flicking her clitoris in time with each spasm, drawing her out into a sustained climax. Soon, I wore her out and she fell across my chest and stomach.


Amy's climax encouraged my own. Christine had been sucking me with all the passion she had, humming around my cock as she fingered her own pussy. The combination of watching Amy come above me and Christine's soft lips and tongue brought me off. I growled out a warning to her, and started to shoot. Luckily, she was paying attention and managed to be holding just the glans in her hot mouth when I blew my first load. Several spurts followed, and I could feel her cough as she swallowed my hot ejaculate. But, she didn't stop sucking me, even as my penis began to soften, and I could feel the vibrations travel up the bed springs as she rubbed her clit faster and faster. Then she, too, came, releasing my cock as she silently screamed. It landed with a wet plop on my stomach. As she finished coming, her strength gave out and Christine fell forward, landing with a soft splash in the mixture come and drool on my lower stomach.


"Owww…" moaned Amy piteously. She and Christine had bonked heads.


- - - - -


When they had gotten some energy back, the two girls licked me clean like kittens after spilled milk. Christine had gamely taken most of my load in her mouth, and had swallowed it all. Still, both she and Amy made a show of lapping up the remain jism, trying to impress each other, I think.


Once done, Christine rose and slipped off the bed. "Come on, Amy. It's really late." I confirmed this by looking at the clock radio. It was almost four in the morning. The sun would be coming up all too soon. Christine pulled Amy up off the bed. Leaning over me, Christine kissed me on the lips. "Goodnight, stud," she said, pulling the blanket up to cover me again. Amy took her turn as well, and after kissing me softly she pressed her cheek to mine and whispered in my ear.


"Thanks. That was my first time, you know. It was soooo unbelievable…"


The girls left, closing the door behind them.


- - - - -


I don't remember falling asleep, but I must have, because the next time I was conscious, I was being gently shaken awake.


Megan was leaning over me. "Hey, wake up," she said again.


"Yeah?" I said groggily.


"I thought I'd let you go before the other girls woke up."


"Thanks," I replied.


She set to work on the knots. With all the thrashing around during the night, they had tightened up considerably, but she was starting to get them undone. While she was working, I felt an urgent pressure in my bladder.


"Hurry up, Megan! I've got to go bad."


She kept at it diligently, and I was soon free. I tried to stand up but my legs were cramped from being motionless for so long. "Help me up, Sis."


She did. "If you can walk me to the toilet, I can take care of the rest myself."


Megan led me into the bathroom, I braced myself against the tank and started to drain my full bladder as she left. When the splashing finished, she offered to take me downstairs and give me some breakfast. First I asked her go to my bedroom and find some shorts for me to wear. She came back in a minute with a clean pair of underwear from my suitcase.


We hobbled downstairs together, and I sat on a stool at the bar while she poured some orange juice for me and put some frozen waffles in the toaster. The orange juice was very good. She sat with me as I ate the waffles. She looked upset, and it wasn't difficult to figure out why.


"It's okay, Megan."


"Huh?" She looked up at me.


"It's okay. About last night. I mean, it was weird, but I had fun and I'm not going to tell anyone or anything." I paused. "And it's not like you or I did anything."


"No. But…"


"Yeah?"


"Well," she continued, "I saw you and Amy and Christine. Jenna and I heard them making noises, so we tracked them to Mom's bedroom. When we got there, we watched you guys from the hallway."


"So? You were watching earlier, too. Why is this different?" I asked.


"I saw Amy and Chris suck on your thing."


"I don't think that's so much different than what we did earlier."


"No, I guess not." She stopped, but still looked upset. I decided to get back to eating, and she looked out the window. It was going to be a bright, sunny day.


"The thing is," she suddenly said, "I want to try it, too."


Now I was feeling uncomfortable, too.


"You don't want me to," she said. She looked disappointed.


"It's just that, well, you're my sister. That's kind of weird, isn't it?"


"Don't you think I'm pretty?"


"Yes," I answered. "You are very pretty. As pretty as any of the other girls." She smiled a little at that.


"I was thinking about it when Jenna and I sneaked back to my bedroom. I've wanted to try that for a while, but I didn't want to do it with any of the guys from school. I'm sure they would just tell everybody about it. Some of them say things about Amy, a little bit.


"But you wouldn't tell," she finished. "And I know you love me, so I know you'd be good about it."


My waffles were gone. Megan turned back to me and smiled shyly. "It's okay. It's a dumb idea anyway."


I though about it for a moment without answering her. Then I decided. Why not top off a weird night with the weirdest event of all?


"Okay," I said. "We can do it."


Now she looked like she didn't know what to do. Excited, and scared.


"No time like the present," I said. "So, let's go somewhere private, okay?"


I stood up. I was still weak from last night, and I hadn't had enough sleep. I took my sister's hand and led her into the family room. I stood her in front of the couch, and sat down before her. I leaned back and spread my legs.


"Okay Mimi, kneel between my legs and pull off my shorts." I used my old, childhood name for her. She made me give that up six years ago, when she was only ten.


She did as I asked. Seeing my soft dick laying flat against my groin, she said, "It's so small now."


"Yeah. You saw what the other girls did, hold it in your hand and stroke it."


She reached out slowly, as if she was afraid it might burn her. But it didn't, and when she lifted it into her palm the heat from her skin filled my organ.


"You have nice hands, Mimi." I was already growing. This was easily the kinkiest thing I had ever done, and my libido had switched back on.


My cock grew longer and stiffer in her hands as she gently stroked me. She used only her fingertips, cupping me in her left hand and brushing the skin of my shaft and head. She knew that she had to go easy because I was a little sore.


"Did you see how Amy showed Chris what to do?" I asked her. She nodded. "Then go ahead and try it."


She followed Amy's instructions to the letter, starting with tentative licks to my balls, then kisses, and a little sucking. Her tongue felt electric and I got goosebumps all over. As she continued, my cock hardened. She lifted my cock with her left hand, and licked me from bottom to top.


"That's good, Mimi." She smiled and took the crown of my rigid staff into her wet mouth. The heat surprised me, and I gasped. She began to slowly take me deeper and deeper. I could feel her rough tongue against the underside of my cock. Like Amy had instructed, she stopped when I bumped the back of her mouth. Then she began slowly sliding my rod back out, stopping at the crown and reversing direction.

"Nice, baby. That's just right." I watched the top of her head as she bobbed up and down.


As she got used to my girth and the feel of me in her mouth, she gained confidence and speed. She was sucking me rapidly now, taking me into her mouth and sliding off, twisting her head from side to side and wrapping her tongue around my shaft. Just like Amy had said. She slid her free hand up my side and began massaging my chest.


When she felt comfortable with her new found skill, she looked up at me. I didn't expect it. I looked right into her light blue, sixteen-year-old eyes. I saw her lightly freckled nose and her familiar, pretty face framed by loosely hanging blonde hair. I saw the little girl I had teased and played with for years. I saw my cock disappearing into her glossy, soft, pink lips. I groaned and I came.


She was ready for me, and she didn't gag or cough. I only ejaculated a little, a couple of spurts, but she kept me in her mouth and swallowed my come. She suckled at me as I wilted slowly, cleaning me with her tongue.


"Come here, Mimi." I pulled her up next to me. She cuddled up beside my naked body. I was feeling cold and her body was warm against my skin. Placing her arms around my neck, she kissed my cheek. I held her tight.


"Thanks, Bro," she whispered as she nuzzled against my neck.


- - - - -


Hours later, things were almost back to normal. I had taken a shower and finally gotten some clothes on. I spent my time doing some minor chores around the house. The girls were sequestered upstairs.


Eventually, they decided it was time to go. Megan asked, so I helped Christine and Amy carry their bags down. The two of them shot me silly looks the whole time, and I got big hugs from them before they got in their cars to drive home. I had no hard feelings for them, and if they didn't feel awkward then I didn't either.


"Maybe I'll see you around this summer!" shouted Amy from across the street.


"Yeah," Christine joined in. "We'll be seeing you!"


"I imagine so," I responded, and I gave them a big smile and a shake of my head.


Walking back in, I called out, "Jenna, are you on your way out, too?"


Megan answered, shouting down from upstairs. "Since Mom and Bob are going to be away tonight, too, I asked Jenna if she'd stay over again. Is that okay?"


"Okay with me!" I started to shout back to her, but by then she was coming down the stairs.


She said motioned me close and told me quietly, "After all, when I told her about this morning, Jenna wanted to try it too." Then she continued, "And we both want to try that other thing you showed Amy!"