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ABOUT THE LIBERTINE REPOSTS...

Before the era of the online Usenet archive and distracting spam, I
collected dozens of erotic stories from alt.sex.stories. Many of these
selections, dating from 1993 through 1995, are along my all-time
favorite erotic writings. This series of repostings is my way of
insuring that others will be able to enjoy them as well, now and in the
future.

These stories have been written by and for adults only. If you are
under the age of the age of eighteen, if adult material offends you, or
if it is illegal to view material of an adult nature where you live,
then stop reading now.

Please take note of the story codes in the subject line above. They
give
a general indication as to the content of the story. However, you may
still find the material to be distasteful to you.

I did not write these stories, nor have I, accept in rare cases, done
any editing. I am only making it available for others to enjoy. The
author of this story retains all rights to it.

Enjoy -

The Libertine

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Eros and Agape
by openthighs_sarah

My sister Allison and I have always been close, even though there's a
seven-year age difference between us. I suspect that's mostly because
Allie was always mature for her age, while I tended to be immature, so
it never struck me as odd that I enjoyed hanging out with my
ten-year-old sister when I was in high school. And even as I got older
(and eventually at least a little more mature), she always seemed to be
no more than two or three years behind me in most ways. And it helped,
I guess, that we've always looked so much like each other. For a long
time Allie was just a slightly smaller and sweeter version of me,
without tits.

By the time she was seventeen she had caught up to me in height. And
judging by the way she looked in her sweaters when I came home to visit
after graduating from college, she'd caught up to me in every other
area, as well. My hips might have been a little wider, and her butt
might have been a bit smaller and more perfect, but in most respects we
had become virtual twins, separated at birth by a mere seven years.

But between the two of us, she would still always be the sweet one.

After I graduated I took a job less than half an hour from Georgetown,
where I'd gone to school, which also happened to be about three
thousand miles away from my parents and from Allie. On a meager budget
while I started my climb up the corporate ladder, I could only fly home
once or twice a year, at most, and so Allie and I could really only
stay in touch by phone and by letter, and then eventually by email once
my parents finally broke down and bought her a computer when she was a
junior in high school. I was glad we could still be close, but it
bothered me that we could never really spend a lot of time together.

By the time Allie was a senior and ready to start deciding where she
wanted to go to college, I had a slightly bigger apartment and a dog
that was almost as big as me. I'd fallen in love twice and fallen out
of love both times, and I'd bought Escher -- my mastiff -- after the
second time. I hadn't exactly grown bitter or hopelessly disillusioned
with the possibility of having both a great career and a great
relationship at the same time, but I had discovered that it wasn't a
catastrophe to be alone. Escher was less a substitute boyfriend than a
happy, friendly face who wouldn't make faces at me if I decided I
wanted to be in a bad mood from time to time.

I did eventually meet someone else, and I was even starting to think
that it might be serious -- but I wasn't rushing anything. Nick and I
were taking it slow and giving each other as much space as we both
needed, and I was happy with the arrangement (for the moment, at
least). That didn't mean I was never lonely, though, and so when Allie
told me she was going to apply to Georgetown, I was delighted.

After she scheduled her interview with the college, she wanted to come
out by herself and stay with me -- at my suggestion -- but our parents
decided it would be more fun if they all came out to visit. So they
did, and it really was fun, and it was great to be able to spend time
with Allie again, if only for a weekend -- but I had planned to take
her around to a few of the parties and really show her around campus,
so she could get a feel for the area and the whole college experience,
and now that was out of the question.

Just after Christmas she found out she was accepted at all four schools
to which she'd applied, including my alma mater. Together, Allie and I
were able to convince my parents that she should stay with me over her
spring break, as a way of helping her decide which school was right for
her. I told my boss I was taking a week's vacation, and then I started
happily planning what we'd do over Allie's -- and my -- vacation.

On the day of her arrival I drove to National Airport, and since I
wasn't allowed to meet her at the gate (thanks to the brave new world
of heightened security) I waited for her instead by the baggage
carousel. When she finally rounded the corner and came into view, my
jaw nearly fell to the floor.

She was, simply, one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen, more
beautiful and more mature-looking than I remembered even from my last
visit home (which had only been three months ago). I guess I'd never
really looked at her like this before, like a stranger and like an
adult. She had her thick, luxurious black hair pulled back to keep it
out of her face, and she was wearing a simple white blouse and a faded
pair of blue jeans, but she looked positively ethereal. I looked around
me and I saw at least five guys -- ranging in age from fifteen to about
fifty -- looking at her and obviously seeing the same thing I was
seeing.

Allie herself seemed blissfully unaware of the stir she was causing.
Finally she saw me, and she broke into a huge, uncomplicated grin, and
she was once again the happy and innocent kid I remembered. Seconds
later we were hugging each other, and I was saying, "When did you get
so beautiful?"

She shrugged happily. "Genetic accident," she said. "Where's Escher?
And where's Nick?"

"He's not allowed in the airport, silly. But he said to tell you
'Hello.'"

"Escher?" she asked. "Or Nick?"

"Both," I answered. "But Nick's out of town this week, so you can't
flirt with him." I took her hand and guided her toward a pair of chairs
not far from the carousel, and we spent the next fifteen minutes
catching up on things while the rest of the passengers claimed their
bags. Eventually we were the only ones left, and Allie's two small
suitcases were the only objects left on the carousel. We each grabbed
one and made our way to the parking garage.

D.C. is nice in the spring if you can ignore the crippling allergens. I
rolled down the car windows and Allie put her head back on the seat,
still talking but obviously tired from the long trip. She'd eaten a bit
on the plane and didn't want to stop for dinner, so I simply drove us
home.

Some endless time later, long after the sun had gone down -- getting
anywhere in or around the nation's capital is a time-consuming chore --
I pulled the car into my driveway and shut off the ignition. Allie had
fallen asleep as we were driving, so I took both bags and went to
unlock the door. Then I let Escher out very quickly, so he wouldn't
jump all over Allie when she walked in the door, and finally I returned
to the car and woke her up. She smiled when she saw me, and said,
"Weird dreams. Are we home?"

"Home," I agreed. "Can you make it into the house?"

"I'm a big girl," she said. She yawned and then crawled out of the car,
and she managed to make it to the door without my assistance.

Escher was already barking to come inside as soon as I closed the door,
so I went to get him while Allie used the bathroom.

When I returned, Allie was out of the bathroom and was staring in open
wonder at the object that was taking up most of my living room. She had
obviously picked up her bags, intending to put them away, but she'd let
them fall to the floor again as her jaw fell open in disbelief. Without
turning her head, she said, very slowly, "That looks like... it looks
like a..."

"It is," I said, smiling at her profile. "Remember I always told you
I'd get a Bösendorfer?"

She let Escher jump all over her and give her a series of wet, sloppy
kisses, and then she pushed him off her and walked up to the big,
imposing black piano. She ran her fingers very gently across the keys,
without causing the hammers to strike. "It's beautiful," she whispered.
"But how..?"

"I found someone selling it online. It's about ninety years old, so it
wasn't too horribly expensive... but don't tell mom and dad yet. It
probably cost more than their first house."

"Did you have it tuned yet?" she asked, finally looking at me.

"Just a few days ago. You can play it -- it's not a museum piece."

Allie shook her head. "I'm too tired... but maybe tomorrow. I just want
to lie down on the couch for, like, thirty-six hours... But could you
play for me? Please?"

"It'll keep you awake," I argued. "If you want to sleep, just sleep. We
can both play it tomorrow."

"Sarah, stop being mean. Can't you coddle me a little?"

I laughed and finally agreed to play. I cleared off the sofa and found
her a pillow and blanket, and she seemed to be falling asleep even as
her body descended onto the pillow. I went into the kitchen and brought
her back a tall glass of water filled with ice cubes, knowing she'd
wake up thirsty before too long, and then I returned to the kitchen and
extracted an Italian Barolo from my modest wine rack. I poured myself a
glass, took a long, decadent sip, and then walked across the room to
the piano bench. Escher saw where I was headed and found a comfortable
spot underneath the piano, presumably so he could reach my toes quickly
if he felt the need to lick me.

Since Allie was sleeping I didn't want to play anything that would
disturb her too much. I looked through my sheet music, and finally
settled on Rimsky-Korsakov's "Song of India". I started playing and
very quickly lost myself in the instrument's beautiful tone, and in the
song's rather moving, uncomplicated beauty. I had the windows open, and
a faint breeze was making the curtains dance as I played, and in my
imagination it was the notes that were rustling the fabric, drifting
through the room... When I was finished, I moved on to Debussy's
"Reverie" and first Arabesque, pausing between each song to take a few
more sips from the wine glass. Then "The Nearness of You", one of
Allie's favorites, and by the time I was finished with "Star Dust", my
glass was empty and my hands were starting to get tired. I silently
cursed my piano teacher for not beating me when I refused to learn the
proper wrist positioning, and then I quietly closed the keyboard cover
and walked around to the sofa, looking down at Allie.

She was smiling sleepily in the near darkness of the room. "Thank you,
maestro... or would it be maestress? Sounds like mistress..." Her voice
trailed off as I made my way into the kitchen, and she was still
talking, half-asleep and not making a terrible amount of sense, when I
returned with two glasses of wine. I pushed her legs aside so I could
sit down at the end of the sofa, and put her glass beside her head on
the coffee table.

"I knew there was a reason I flew out here," she murmured, sitting up
enough to drink the wine. She drank almost half the glass immediately,
and then set it back down on the table. "Yum," she said.

"A born sommelier." I laughed. "So what do you want to do tonight?"

She slid back down on the sofa, smiling guiltily. "Would it be awful if
we just stayed here tonight? And watched television, maybe? Or you
could watch television... and I could fall asleep with my head in your
lap?"

"Of course we can stay home," I said immediately. "But you haven't
slept in my lap since you were ten years old, Allie."

She yawned, then said, "Oh, please, Sarah? Please..." The word became a
long, drawn-out whine, and finally I laughed again and said I wouldn't
argue if she wanted to regress a little for one night.

We talked for a few more minutes about home-town gossip, and we both
gave Escher some much-needed attention while we finished our wine and
enjoyed the cool spring evening. Then Allie got up and brought her bags
into the guest bedroom, while I turned on the television and tried to
find something interesting to watch. By the time she came back out,
dressed in a silky white nightgown, I had settled on an old Cary
Grant/Ingrid Bergman movie.

"That nightgown was too small for you a year ago," I said, as Allie
came around to the sofa. "I can't believe Dad even lets you wear it
around the house."

"He doesn't," she admitted, and then another yawn escaped her.
"Sorry... I know it's too small but it's my favorite. It makes me
happy."

"We'll buy you a new one while we're here," I promised. "Now get out of
the way. You're blocking my view of Cary Grant's head."

She slid down onto the sofa and rested her head in my lap, facing
toward the screen. Ingrid Bergman was drunk and behind the wheel of her
car, and she was doing her best to wipe the smug look off Cary Grant's
face by driving too fast and swerving from one side of the highway to
another. It was funny to think that drunk driving could seem romantic
in the forties. I was about to say something to Allie about it when I
realized she was already snoring, very lightly, into my lap.

Well, so much for us bonding tonight. I put my hand on her head and
began stroking her hair very gently as she drifted into a deeper sleep,
and I let Ingrid Bergman and Cary Grant carry me with them to South
America, where a dangerous assignment awaited all three of us...

At some point I must have drifted off to sleep, too. When I woke up I
still had my hand resting on Allie's head, but the movie must have
already ended because Doris Day was now on the screen. I wasn't in the
mood for her -- Ingrid Bergman had a certain dark and elegant eroticism
to her that I loved, and it was hard to switch from her to bright,
innocent Doris Day. So I switched channels until I found Conan O'Brien.


Allie was in the same position on the couch, except that she had turned
her head away from the television so that she was facing my stomach
instead. She made a happy purring sound in her sleep when she felt me
stroking her hair again, making me smile. Looking down at her, I saw
that her nightgown had ridden up to the very tops of her thighs. Maybe
because of the wine I'd had earlier, I found myself staring at the
backs of her thighs, and my neck and the top of my chest were starting
to feel flushed. I had a sudden urge to put my hand on her, to feel her
skin under my fingers... I shook my head to dispel the thoughts, and
looked back up at the television. Conan O'Brien was about halfway
through his monologue, but I had the sound down so low that I couldn't
hear any of it. I kept watching it anyway. Ten minutes later I realized
I'd gone back to staring at my sister's thighs without even being aware
of it.

Allie's legs were slightly apart on the couch, and as I watched she
moved her hips just a bit, trying to get more comfortable in her sleep.
Her thighs were too far away for me to reach without knocking her off
my lap, so instead I put my hand on her back just below her shoulder
blades, and I started massaging her very gently. She made a contented
little sleep noise and I felt her relax even more, nestling more snugly
into my lap. I kept moving my hand, and all the while I was looking at
the shape of her body, the way the small of her back blended so
perfectly into the curves of her butt, the way her thighs looked soft
and vulnerable despite the firmness of her muscles.

It wasn't a conscious decision, but suddenly I was tugging very gently
on Allie's nightgown, exposing the bottom of her little white panties.
Her own bottom was wonderfully round, and as much as I had wanted to
caress her thighs before, now I had a maddening desire to slide my
fingers across her ass and across the smooth, soft fabric of her
panties. And maybe... since I was already down there... to slip my hand
underneath...

Now my face was getting flushed, and the thought came to me that not
only was I lusting after a woman, but the woman happened to be my baby
sister. I've been curious about girls before, but the most I ever did
was kiss my roommate once in college, when we were both drunk on
champagne just after finals. (It lasted about fifteen seconds and it
seemed very innocent and surrealistic and sensual, and then she put her
hand between my thighs and we both suddenly looked at each other and
got freaked out, and that was the end of it.)

I guess I should have felt mortified, now, but it didn't feel lecherous
to me: it was just that she looked so soft and beautiful, and inviting.
I pulled the nightgown up even more, and this time I had to tug harder
because her body was holding it down, so I did it slowly. I was
rewarded, a few seconds later, with the sight of Allie's ass, glowing
faintly in the dim light reflected by the television. Her panties were
thin and almost transparent, and they didn't quite cover the cleft of
her ass completely. As I looked at it, I had a sudden and graphic
picture of a cock sliding into her, spreading open her tight, cute
little butt while I watched. I wondered if she'd ever taken a cock that
way, or if she'd ever fantasized about it, maybe even stuck a dildo up
inside her ass as she played the fantasy out in her mind.

I could feel my pussy tingling, and it didn't help that Allie's head
was resting against it, or that I could feel her warm, relaxed breath
on my stomach. I moved my eyes back to the screen, suddenly angry with
myself for what I'd been thinking. My whole body was becoming tense,
and it was ridiculous. But it was as if I'd become possessed, and
within a minute or two I was looking back down at her, and I had pulled
up her nightgown far enough to see the long, smooth line of her back,
which -- almost magically -- drew my eyes down, to the small of her
back and then to the little dimples at the top of her butt...

Suddenly Allie shivered in her sleep, and I quickly pushed the
nightgown back down as much as I could. The shock of her almost waking
up helped me recover the senses I'd apparently lost, and I decided it
was past bedtime for both of us.

I woke her up as gently as I could, and whispered that it was time for
bed.

"Okay," she said. Then she fell back asleep.

I let her sleep for two or three more minutes, and then I woke her up
again. "Don't fall back asleep," I said, "or I'll spank you."

"You wouldn't dare," she murmured, but she finally sat up. I helped her
stand up, and I let her put her arm around my shoulder as we walked
together toward her room. She started giggling when we were halfway
there, and rested almost all of her weight against me. When we were
almost to the door she suddenly stopped, and said sleepily, "Aren't we
going to sleep in the same bed?"

I blinked at this. "You don't want your own bed?"

She shrugged, her eyes still half-closed. "Maybe tomorrow. It would be
fun to sleep together, like when we were kids..." Then she seemed to
wake up a bit, and she said quickly, "Sorry, I know that's silly. I'll
go in the guest room."

"No, no, I don't mind." I grinned. "As long as you don't kick me like
you did when you were four."

Five minutes later I had tucked her in and kissed her on the forehead,
and she was already snoring lightly when I turned off the light and
slipped quietly into the bathroom to shower.

While I showered I thought about everything and felt relieved that
nothing else had happened. It was ridiculous on every level -- even if
I could get past the incest taboo (and that didn't seem as if it would
be incredibly difficult), what would Allie think? She was a little
angel, as pure as anyone I'd ever known... As I was standing under the
hot water trying to convince myself of these things, my hand had worked
its way between my soapy thighs and was now tracing lazy, perfect
circles around my clit. When I realized what I was doing I pulled my
hand away, a little regretfully -- I like playing with myself, but I
was afraid it would make me even hornier when I crawled into bed beside
Allie.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off, then hung up the towel
and turned off the bathroom light as I opened the door to the bedroom.
Enough light was coming through the room's single window that I could
see pretty well, so I didn't need to turn on the bedside lamp to find
my way to my dresser. I walked across the room, planning to grab a
fresh pair of panties and a T-shirt out of my dresser -- a minor
concession to Allie, since I prefer to sleep in the nude most of the
time -- and then something caught my eye. I turned my head toward the
bed, and saw that Allie had not only kicked off most of her covers,
she'd pulled off her nightgown and panties as well. She was lying on
her side, facing the middle of the bed, and she had pushed one of her
pillows down so she could squeeze it between her thighs while she
slept.

My hand was on the dresser drawer. I pulled it back, realizing it
didn't make any sense to feign modesty with Allie if she was going to
sleep in the nude herself. I went around to the other side of the bed
and got in as quietly as I could manage. I like to sleep on my side,
too, so I curled up in a position that was almost identical to Allie's,
with my back to her, and then I surprised myself by falling asleep
almost immediately.

One strange dream blended into the next, and almost every single dream
had some kind of sexual aspect to it (the price I had to pay for not
finishing myself off in the shower, I suppose). At one point, I found
myself half-sitting, half-kneeling in bed, while my parents sat in
folding chairs just inside the bedroom door, looking on with obvious
disapproval. At first I didn't know why they seemed to disapprove, and
then I realized that I was sitting on someone's face. A soft, lazy
tongue was circling around and darting inside my ass, and even though I
was embarrassed by my parents' presence in the room, I lowered myself
all the way down onto the unseen face beneath me, grinding my ass onto
the stranger's mouth. The tongue kept flicking across my asshole,
tickling me and arousing me at the same time. I finally thought to look
down, and there was Allie's body stretched out underneath me. I gasped
but instead of jumping off, I pushed down even more, shoving my ass
down into her unseen face, forcing her tongue back into my asshole...

My eyes snapped open, and in the sudden darkness I tried to figure out
what I'd been dreaming and why it had me so shaken. Then I felt Allie's
body pushed up against mine, and felt her warm, sleeping breath against
the back of my neck. She had curled up against me the way she had as a
little girl sometimes, and she had kicked away the pillow between her
thighs so she could wrap her leg across my hip. I could feel her soft
breasts against my back, and one of her arms was draped loosely around
my torso. The dream came back to me with startling clarity, and I felt
such a complex mixture of excitement and guilt that it was dizzying.

The guilt faded quickly, maybe because guilt seems so unnecessary, so
pointless, in the darkness. I pressed my ass back against her, the way
I might have pressed it into my boyfriend's cock while he was spooning
me. Then I very gingerly slid her arm up, finally letting it come to
rest across my chest, with one delicate hand brushing against my
nipple. Feeling her hand on my breast, even while I knew that she was
asleep, made my nipples harden and begin to ache. After a few seconds
she squeezed me gently, as if she was just putting her fingers around
something in her dream, and my nipples crinkled painfully in response.
I stayed that way for almost half an hour, with my ass pushed up as
close to my sister's pussy as I could make it go, and with her pretty
hand unconsciously cupping my breast.

Eventually I knew I wasn't going to be satisfied with this. I needed
more, and the sexual excitement I felt was intense enough that I was
starting to feel reckless. I slipped my body out from underneath her,
then pressed another pillow up against her as she started to roll over.
She ended up mostly on her stomach, with her right leg pulled up and
over the pillow.

I pushed myself off the bed and walked quietly around to the other
side. Allie shifted a little but didn't wake up, and for a few seconds
I did nothing except stare at her naked body lying across the covers,
while I dreamily played with my clit with one hand and my nipples with
the other. I wished there was more light in the room so I could see
every inch of her clearly, but I didn't want to risk waking her up or
(just maybe) snapping out of the feverish sexual daze into which I'd
fallen.

My body moved forward as if pulled by some unseen hand, and I crawled
onto the bed behind her, as silently and unobtrusively as a cat. Then,
breathing hard and unevenly, I got down on my stomach and lowered my
head in the direction of her ass. Her smell was intoxicating -- why had
I never realized how wonderful a woman could smell? I realized that one
of the smells was perfume -- Obsession. I recognized it because I wear
it, too, but it smelled differently on Allie, or maybe it was only
because she had sprayed it between her legs, and I was smelling it now
mixed in with the natural scents of her pussy and her ass... I was
helpless to do anything except move my face closer, so that's what I
did, until finally I was as close to her ass as I could get without
actually touching her. I breathed in her scent, and now I was grinding
against my hand on the bed, trying to play with myself without jarring
the bed and waking up Allie.

She seemed to be sound asleep, so I thought that maybe I could just
give her the tiniest kiss... I gently pressed my face into the shadows
of her butt and planted a delicate kiss around her asshole, letting my
tongue slide around the smooth, wrinkled skin with only the barest of
pressure. She tasted wonderful, her ass tasted sweet and soft and
feminine... I thought about Nick, and what he would think if he could
see me like this, with my face stuck inside my sister's ass as she
slept, and it made me grind against my hand even harder. I was amazed
at how much I loved her scent, how dizzy it made me, and I whimpered a
little as I masturbated, now totally disoriented by all the sensations.


Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I pushed myself away from Allie
and fumbled around in the drawer of the nightstand until I found what I
wanted. The vibrator buzzed to life, and I sat back against the
headboard and spread my knees, keeping my feet pressed together in
front of me. I could see Allie starting to wake up next to me, but that
only made me hornier. I pushed the tip of the vibrator into my pussy,
gasping as it opened me up, and then I pulled it free and dragged it up
to my clit. I circled it gently around by swollen button, and now I was
shaking and sweating and panting. I stuffed the vibrator back into my
pussy, and this time I pushed it all the way up inside me, holding it
there as I worked my clit with my hand.

Allie was sitting up in the bed by this point, watching me. At first I
thought she was going to run out of the room, or gasp in shock at what
I was doing... and then I saw the motion of her arm, and I knew that
she was touching herself as she watched me. She was mostly in shadow,
since I was blocking some of the moonlight in the room, but my eyes
were on her anyway, and she must have known that I wanted to see her
because she moved out from the shadows and kneeled right in front of me
on the bed, only inches away from my knees.

"I want to see," she whispered, and she leaned closer on the bed. As
she moved forward she brought one hand down on my knee to steady
herself, and my body reacted to her touch as if I'd been electrocuted.

"Allie..." I whispered back, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't
know what I wanted. My pussy was throbbing and my clit felt as if it
was on fire, and all I could think of was Allie's smell...

Suddenly she reached out her arm, and then I felt her cool, soft
fingers pressing down on the hand that I was using to massage my clit.
She followed the motion of my hand, trying to feel what I was feeling,
and she lowered her body down between my legs to get comfortable,
keeping one of her own hands underneath her body and between her
thighs.

She was content to just feel me playing with myself, but suddenly I
wasn't content. I lifted my hand and before she could react I clamped
it down over hers, forcing her onto my clit. She whispered my name and
I moaned, keeping her hand in place, and then she began to rub me
gently, letting me guide her hand with mine.

"Touch me," I said, a little louder now. "Please feel my pussy,
Allie..."

Her head was getting lower and lower, and soon her face was almost
right up against me. She took her other hand out of her cunt and used
it to grab hold of the end of the vibrator, and then suddenly she was
doing everything, fucking me with the vibrator and using her lovely
fingers on my clit, and I put my hands around her face as I watched it
all, thinking that I was more turned on at this moment than I'd ever
been in my entire life... My whole body was sheathed in sweat now, and
I could feel the sweat on Allie's arms where they pressed up against
the inside of my thighs.

"Sarah," she whispered, "I want you to come, Sarah..."

That was all I needed. It was as if I was hit with three or four
orgasms at the same time, not one after the other in a nice smooth
progression but all at once, and I bucked against Allie's hand and
squeezed my legs together, inadvertently pushing my sister's head down
into my pussy. My thighs locked around her head as the next wave hit
me, and then the vibrator was being pulled out of me, and then... oh
christ... then Allie's mouth was on me, sucking on my clit, and I
clamped my legs around her even tighter and started shaking. Without
thinking, I started bucking my hips, thrusting my pussy up to meet her
tongue and her lips.

"Oh, god, Allie," I panted. "Eat me... please eat me..."

She moaned and the vibrations echoed through my clit and through my
whole body, and then suddenly I was turning her on the bed, pushing her
onto her back with her head still trapped between my legs, until I
ended up on top of her. "Don't stop eating me," I told her. "Don't
stop, don't fucking stop..."

She needed no encouragement. I slid forward and backward on her face,
making it easy for her to alternate between sucking my clit and lapping
at the juices that were flowing out of my cunt. Now that her hands were
free, she grabbed hold of my ass, and whenever I pulled away from her
mouth she pulled me back down. I stayed on top of her that way, fucking
her beautiful mouth with wild abandon, for what seemed like an
eternity. It was as if a complete stranger had taken over my body, and
I heard the stranger telling Allie to keep eating that pussy, to lick
that cunt, to suck the cum out of that fucking pussy...

After an endless time, I lifted myself off her and turned to face the
other direction, still straddling her head. Before she could say a word
or ask what I was doing, I pushed my ass down into her face, spreading
the cheeks so I could bury her inside me. Her tongue found my asshole
immediately, and I started moving my hips around in a slow, tight
circle, grinding my ass into her face and letting her pleasure me,
forcing her to do what she'd done to me in my dream. And if, as in my
dream, our parents had suddenly appeared at the foot of the bed, it
would have only made me grind against her even harder.

"Good girl," I said, looking down at her naked body sprawled beneath
me. Her hand had found its way back to her pussy, and she was
feverishly playing with herself again. "Suck my ass, Allie," I said.
"Kiss my little asshole and spread your legs wide for me... show me how
much you like to suck me..."

Allie's legs opened and her knees came up into the air, and her fingers
started moving faster. I knew she needed some release, and I planned to
give it to her. I let her fuck my ass with her tongue for another
minute, and then I lowered myself onto her body, pressing my slick,
sweaty breasts against her abdomen. Then I lowered my head and opened
my mouth, and dragged my tongue down, very slowly, from her pretty
little navel to the top of her neatly trimmed pubic mound, and then
down even farther, until I was inside the lips of her pussy... I put my
mouth around her clit and she cried out, her whole body stiffening
beneath me. I closed my lips over the swollen nub and swirled my tongue
across its surface, sucking gently but persistently, and she responded
by squeezing her own thighs together around my face. Her aroused scent
and the incredible mental picture I had of what we were doing was
making me feel crazed, and I started lapping at her wet pussy and
feeding on her clit with a kind of gentle, savage fury. I wanted to
suck every ounce of juice out of her body, I wanted her to explode in
my mouth just as I exploded in hers... I slid my hands under her ass
and used one finger to play with her asshole as I ate her, and Allie
responded by doing the same thing to me, and now we were both devouring
each other and neither of us could see or hear anything because of the
sweaty thighs that were keeping us both locked in place.

Suddenly I felt, more than heard, Allie's low-pitched, animal groan,
and she began pumping herself against my mouth like a wild horse as she
began to come. Her mouth slipped off my pussy as she lost herself in
the orgasm, but I started to come again anyway. Tears of exhaustion and
astonishment were running down my face and mixing with Allie's sweat
and cum, and I licked up all of it, everything that was within reach of
my hungry lips. The orgasm blinded me with its power, making every
nerve ending on my body ultra-sensitive, so that even the slightest
touch from Allie, anywhere on my body, was enough to trigger another
exhausting wave... I imagined myself unloading in her mouth, feeding my
cum to her, and I sucked her dry as I pictured and felt her doing the
same to me...

Eventually we both relaxed our thighs enough to ease the grip we had
around each other's heads, but otherwise we didn't move for a long,
long time. I thought she had finally fallen asleep, and then she
startled me by getting up on her hands and knees on the bed.

"Sarah," she said, her voice hoarse and shaky.

"Sweetheart," I whispered back, touching her face in the semi-darkness.


"Please... fuck me."

For a few seconds I didn't say anything, I didn't move or even breathe.
Then I sat all the way up on the bed, so that my face was only inches
from hers. I said, "Okay, Allie."

I climbed off the bed and went to the closet, then turned on the light
so I could find the box that was hidden in the very back of the room. I
opened the box and found what I needed -- a strap-on kit that had been
given to me by an adventurous boyfriend a few years back. It came with
a variety of different cocks, and I picked one that was realistic and a
good size, not terribly long but quite thick. Then I turned off the
light and quietly closed the closet door.

As I turned and approached the bed, holding both the cock and the
harness, Allie said, "Wait."

She was kneeling on the bed, facing me, her body backlit by the moon.
Just seeing her silhouette made my nipples crinkle again.

"What is it?" I whispered. "If you're afraid, Allie..."

"It's not that," she said. Her voice was strange and desperate as she
added, "Turn on the light, Sarah." When I hesitated, she said with
conviction, "I want you to see me. I want you... to look at my body
while you fuck me... to look at my face... to watch me come..." She
lifted her head a little, and her voice was plaintive as she said, "Do
you want to see me, Sarah?"

I was shaking, now. "More than anything," I said. I leaned over and
fumbled with the lamp beside the bed, finally locating the switch, and
then suddenly the room was filled with soft, golden light.

I turned and looked at Allie. Still kneeling in the same position, her
arms were down at her sides, covering nothing, and her thighs were
slightly opened. Her face was sweaty and flushed and her gorgeous hair
fell in a tangled clump across her shoulders. I was filled with
something like awe at how sexual she looked, how raw and perfect and
uncorrupted.

Her mouth was open a tiny bit, and her eyes were on mine. And because I
knew she wanted me to look at her -- really look at her -- that's what
I did. I moved my eyes down her slick, golden body, taking in her
exquisite breasts and her painfully hard nipples, noticing the pink
flush that spread across her chest as she saw my eyes travel down her
body. Her chest moved in time with her quick, shallow breasts, and I
followed a single bead of sweat as it glided down from between her
breasts, across her abdomen, and then dissipated as it approached her
bellybutton. My eyes kept moving down, and now I was looking at her
lovely, delicate pussy. The few hairs around it glistened with sweat
and saliva and her own cum, and the lips were pink and inflamed. I gave
it one last, lingering glance, and then I moved my eyes onward, staring
at the taut muscles in her thighs as she tried to keep herself still on
the bed. I could see the muscles twitch under her moist skin as my eyes
moved across them, and I felt my own legs start to weaken.

I climbed on the bed and Allie moved aside to give me room, sliding
down onto her butt and opening her legs. With her mouth still slightly
open and her eyes glassy, she watched me strap on the harness and then
attach the prosthetic cock. She looked up at my breasts, so much like
her own, and then finally up at my face. I slid forward on the bed,
getting closer to her, and she laid her head back on the pillow and
spread her legs even more, as wide as they would go. She closed her
eyes and put her arms out beside her, palms and fingers digging into
the sheets as she waited for me to fuck her.

I guided the head of the cock toward her, letting it rest for a moment
against her still swollen clit. Then I rubbed it gently from side to
side, very slowly, and Allie's grip on the bed sheets tightened.

"Please," she whispered.

I moved the head down a short distance, until it was right up against
her wet, aching hole. Then I pushed forward about an inch, amazed at
how much I was enjoying this... I let go of the shaft and put both of
my hands down on the bed around Allie's body, and as I brought my
weight down on her she started to shake. I was worried that it might be
too thick for her, but she suddenly arched her back and said, "Do it,
Sarah. Just fuck me!"

Overcome with emotion, I slid all the way inside her. She cried out as
the fat cock split her open, but almost immediately she started moving
against me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and pulled me forward,
and then my mouth was on her mouth, finding and devouring her tongue,
even as I lifted my ass and started working the cock in and out of her
pussy. I found her hands on the bed and lifted her arms so they were
pinned beneath me, and I pressed my entire body up against hers, making
sure that both our clits were being stimulated by the contact. The
kissing alone was making me dizzy, and the feeling of Allie's legs
clamped around my butt as I fucked her was unexpectedly amazing...

I kept my mouth on hers and felt her moaning around my tongue, and I
felt her body start to shake beneath me. She started bucking wildly
against me, and I responded by fucking her more roughly, using shorter,
faster strokes instead of the long and gentle strokes with which I'd
started. I let go of her hands and she immediately wrapped her arms
around me, pulling me in close, and then her hands were all over my
back and my sides, and I felt her struggling to feel my breasts, which
were mashed up against her own, so I pushed myself up on my arms so she
could reach them. I closed my eyes as she found my nipples and played
with them, and I knew that I was probably fucking her too hard now but
I couldn't stop, and then I opened my eyes and she was looking back at
me, and she said, "Almost there, don't stop, Sarah..." I lowered my
head to kiss her again, and then I simply lost myself in our fucking,
and we were turning on the bed now, and suddenly I looked up and Allie
was on top of me, her hair falling down in my face, pumping her little
ass up and down on the cock. She brought her head down and began
sucking one of my nipples, making me shiver, and when she lifted her
mouth I grabbed her head and brought her back down over my breast, and
then I was lost in ecstasy at what she was doing to me, and at the way
she looked as she fucked me, as I fucked her.

Finally I lifted her head and brought her mouth to mine again, and I
felt tears coming down her face. She pushed her tongue deep into my
mouth, her whole body trembling on top of me, and then I knew she was
coming... I wrapped my arms around her and kept her still, gently
moving the cock around inside of her, and then she broke free from the
kiss and cried out again. My own orgasm finally hit, and Allie lowered
herself onto my body so I could squeeze and clutch her as I rode it
out...

A long time later, after the trembling had subsided and we were both
breathing normally again, Allie finally rolled off me. She didn't move
away, though, keeping her body turned and her breasts pushed up against
me. And then she started to giggle. I looked at her face and started
laughing, too, and I don't think either one of us knew why were
laughing.

"When I talk to mom and dad," she said, her eyes sparkling, "I'm going
to tell them that we really bonded this week..."

"Sometimes," I added, "two or three times a night..."

And then we were both laughing again, softly but easily. I turned off
the light, and eventually we fell asleep, both of us drifting off on
the echoes of our laughter like the notes of a song.

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