Subject: Cockteaser
Story Codes: MF FF Mf F-solo exhib oral
Diary Date: January 10, 2009
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Flirt, lush, tramp, slut, cockteaser, bitch, even whore... I've been
called them all at one time or another. I guess it comes with the
territory when you love sex and live by a "if you got it, flaunt it"
attitude. I'm not afraid to admit that I LOVE to tease. It's fun to see
what you can get a man to do using nothing more than your attitude and
the offer of your body as his incentive. People have asked me if I've
ever NOT gotten what I wanted from a guy, at least sexually speaking. I
don't remember when I haven't but my best friend's brother was looking to
be one of my greatest challenges.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Confessions
Chapter 2 - My Best Friend Beth
Chapter 3 - Beth's Brother Tony
Chapter 4 - Making Up With Beth
Chapter 5 - Doing Tony in His Sleep
Chapter 6 - The Next Morning
Chapter 7 - Tony's Girlfriend Heidi
Chapter 1 - Confessions
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I've explained many times in the past why I find sex with married men to
be so exhilarating so I won't revisit that discussion again other than to
emphasize what a thrill it gives me. When a husband commits adultery, he
violates the most sacred vow he has ever made to his wife and God,
risking everything he holds dear, just to spend a little time with me.
What more of a compliment can a girl like me receive - especially if it's
his first time! It's like the most incredible high you can imagine.
Of course, seducing a weak man into the act of adultery for the isn't the
only way to get that "high", just one of the more "taboo" and thus more
exciting ones. That's a good thing too as it's not as easy as you might
think to get a decent, honorable married guy to cheat on his wife. Oh
sure a lot of them THINK about it and WISH for it, but when push comes to
shove, the vast majority of them chicken out in the end. Still, I doubt
most wives would take comfort knowing the only reason their pathetic
husband didn't fuck me was because they were too scared of the
consequences!
It goes without saying that there are LOTS of ways to feel good about
yourself besides fucking married men, many of which are more "acceptable"
to most girls. Face it, no matter what she might deny or rationalize it,
EVERY girl at one time or another in her life has felt that heart-
pounding thrill and warm tingle between her legs when she catches a man
looking at her "that" way. ALL girls want men to find them sexually
attractive - it's in the DNA. EVERY girl has at least imagined a little
bit as to what nasty and probably perverted thoughts were running through
the man's head when he looked at her.
Sure, there are the prudes who try to pretend such attention doesn't
appeal to them, especially those poor girls raised in oppressive
households where sex is treated as a sin, something taboo, and even
casual flirting is discouraged and labeled as something only "those"
girls do - girls like me I guess.
Regardless of their upbringing, in my experience even the most up-tight
girls will cave in to the temptation to flirt at least a little bit, even
if they have to shy away quickly and then feel embarrassed about it
afterwards. Personally, I would say the majority of girls flirt when
they are with friends, letting the safety of the "herd" protect them from
having to actually carry through with the temptations they offer.
To be fair, it's a small minority of girls who go beyond just accepting
the interest that guys give and actively pursue such attention, dressing
slutty to deliberately draw men's attention (and sometimes women's),
actively flirting and maybe even exposing themselves. Within that small
number are the true "sluts", the girls who don't stop at just teasing and
tempting a guy, but are willing to carry through with their "offer" as
well (not to be confused with whores, who will do most anything but for
money, not just pleasure).
If I were to look in the mirror, I guess you could say I fall more into
the middle category while sometimes pushing it into the latter. It's all
relative I guess, depending on who you compare yourself to. I'm almost
virginal compared to my cousin Kristen, who is easily at the outer
fringes of even the craziest limits.
Face it, when God was hanging out modesty, Kristen was far away on
vacation. There have been numerous times when even I had a hard time
believing her behaviors could be so outrageousness. At the same time,
how do you argue her methods when you take into account the results?
Kristen learned at an early age that all it takes is a little wiggle of
her cute ass and a bit of exposed cleavage between her perky boobs and
she can have most any guy eating out of her hands - or someplace else on
her body.
Despite everything, I love my cousin dearly but if ever a girl matched
the stereotype of the blond "airhead", it would have to be Kristen. My
little cousin (she's two years younger than me) would have likely never
even made it through high school without the help she finagled from the
nerds - the same guys she used so brazenly in public and then was so
contemptuous of in private. Home alone on a Friday night? Never if you
were Kristen. Too broke to see a movie? Never if you were Kristen - who
needs money when the guy pays for everything? There have been more times
then I care to admit to when trying to balance my checkbook that thoughts
of how much Kristen was making in one night as a prostitute compared to
me in a week of teaching didn't creep in. I guess so long as being
labeled a whore doesn't bother you, what's the problem? (Well, in my
case it DOES bother me.)
Compared to my "girls-gone-wild" cousin, I would say I am less bold but
definitely more devious, preferring to use my mind in addition to my
body. Personally, I find it a lot more challenging to manipulate him
rather than taking the "easy" route of relying strictly on good looks and
outlandish behavior. For me, I prefer to think of men as more like a
Mission Impossible assignment, where I find a way to use his own mind
against him more so than brute force. Playing the game can be as much,
or even more satisfying, as the end results. To put a twist on the
saying, "the end doesn't justify the means", I would rephrase it as, "The
means justifies the end." Put another way, sometimes it's the journey
that thrills me as much, if not more, than the final destination.
If you STILL don't understand what I'm trying to say, consider that ANY
girl, I don't care what she looks like or how old she is, can go out and
get fucked any night of the year if she wants to badly enough.
(Something I bet guys WISH they could say - at least without paying for
it!) That's why simply heading to a local bar to pick up men doesn't
provide any special satisfaction for me. It's like asking a hunter to go
shoot his game in a zoo and expect him to get the same thrill as he would
get tracking down a wily bear in the dense woods. Sure it feels great to
land the big one, but it's the thrill of the hunt that he's pursuing as
much as anything else, the deadly dance between him and his prey. It's
the same for me, but my prey is the man I'm after!
Now don't go thinking that it's ALL just mind games with me. Sure there
have been times when I was REALLY horny and all I wanted was to get
fucked and so I go out and pick up a guy just to satisfy my physical
needs. Still, overall that approach is rather boring and lacks any sense
of challenge. What fun would gambling be if you knew you were going to
win every hand? Same for me in that where's the satisfaction in a guy
saying he wants to fuck me? Big deal, not like I had to go out of my way
or anything.
For another example, compare the typical bar scenario, where literally
all I have to do is choose who I want to go home with and then say "yes",
with a Wednesday night church meeting, where I have to lure a husband/
father into having sex with me in one of the dark classrooms in the
bowels of the church while his wife and kids are involved in the
evening's activities. Now THAT is what I call fulfilling and exciting!
So long as I'm confessing, I'll admit that there have been times when
I've played with guys on-line as well. Sorry if it sounds a bit
egotistical, but I love to push a guy, whether it be through e-mail or
chat, to do things he has never done before for ANYONE, let alone a
complete stranger he has never met - and never will, despite what he may
think.
The reason I love "tributes" is because they provide proof that not only
does he hunger for me, but that he is willing to convert that sexual lust
for me into action - and then sending me photos of the results. It's
almost as good when he does the same to photos of his wife and daughters
- assuming it is really them. Wow, can you imagine what would happen if
they were ever to find them or even better, catch him in the act? Think
about what your typical housewife would say if she walked in the room as
her "loving" husband was masturbating and spraying his cum on pictures of
her, or even better, their pre-teen daughter? Can you understand now why
it sends a chill up my spine when I get the results in my e-mail?
Beside tributes, there have been other things that guys have done while
chatting or emailing me that are so naughty and perverted, I can't even
mention in public. Some guys certainly have quite the imagination while
others are, well, total perverts. In either case, WHAT they are doing
isn't what turns me on. It's knowing they do these things because of ME
that fascinates me and makes me want to touch myself.
Watching porn or seeing things done with anonymous girls simply doesn't
do it for me. For me to get sexually excited looking at a pic or video,
I need a personal connection. For example, one naughty husband secretly
turned on his web cam while his clueless wife was folding laundry in the
background. He then called her over and got her to sit on his lap, after
which he pulled up her tank top and fondled her bare boobs. Can you even
imagine what she would have done had she known he was broadcasting this
intimate moment, not to mention a great view of her bare boobs, to a girl
her husband had never even met! It would have been really cool to send
her a transcript of our chat so she could read about how badly he wanted
to fuck her while she had been folding clothes. (There was a lot more to
this story so trust me, she didn't know!)
OK, so by now you must be thinking I'm the most narcissistic, evil,
conniving, manipulative bitch you've ever met. Frankly, in reading back
what I just wrote I could easily understand why someone would think that
of me. All I can do is to ask that you PLEASE try to remember that my
web site and writings reflect a one-dimensional portrait of me, not my
full-time persona. There's a lot to me that people don't know but I
doubt most people would really care about, at least not the ones who are
looking for my type of web site.
My web site got its start way back in my freshman year of college as a
diversion, a place I could express myself while living in an unfamiliar
atmosphere of sexual repression and deprivation. Over time, it evolved
into something I now have fun with, a place I can reveal things about my
life that I can't in my "real" life, at least not with most people I
know. For instance, in my "real" life I can count on one hand the people
who know the "real" me, outside my immediate family, that also know I
have sex with my dad. Yet through my website, hundreds of thousands of
people know about it, although they don't know who I really am. I guess
it's one or the other!
While some people call me manipulative, on the other hand I think that
deep down, most guys enjoy playing their "roles" with me. Anyone
following my web site over the years knows that I have no desire to harm
anyone. Quite the opposite in that I think that in many cases guys have
learned lessons from their dealings with me that could have cost them
their marriages or even put them in jail had they done it with some on-
line police scam.
Unfortunately, I also know that in a small number of cases the
wife/girlfriend HAS found out what their husband/boyfriend was doing with
me (see "Evan", "Randy" or "David" in my Friends section of my site for
some examples) leading to some sticky situations. However, I have never
felt guilty about the problems they incurred because in EVERY case it was
THEIR fault, not mine. It was THEIR lack of discretion that allowed
their loved ones to learn about their naughty activities. I mean, when a
husband gives me his wife's e-mail address and thinks somehow she will be
interested in talking to me, what do you really expect to happen?
Again, it's not my desire to hurt anyone or to cause any damage to
anyone's marriage, even when I have sex with married men. It's no
different than when people play paintball. While they pretend to "kill"
their opponents, they really don't want to hurt anyone for real. Same
for me - I love to tease and manipulate men, but I don't want to hurt
them. Personally, I think in a number of cases I've actually helped out
a relationship that was in trouble by allowing the husband to act out his
fantasies and get things out of his system before something bad really
did screw up his marriage.
Chapter 2 - My Best Friend Beth
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OK. So now that I've bared my soul and confessed my "sins", hopefully
this will help in understanding my actions of the past few weeks.
Shortly after breaking up with Duane, I was at my best friend Beth's
house, just hanging around doing nothing in particular but watching TV
and chatting about life in general. We were both dressed casually,
nothing especially hot - if anything quite the opposite. Jeans and baggy
sweatshirts, about as NON-revealing as it comes. At one point her father
came in, having just arrived from work. He glanced at me but when he
recognized who I was, he quickly averted his eyes and went over to give
his daughter a hug. He then left promptly, never looking at me again the
entire time.
"Sheesh Beth, is your dad EVER going to even look at me again?" I sighed,
shifting my weight in the chair to pull my legs underneath me.
Beth just shook her head solemnly and looked at me with a rather sad
smile. "Well, you can't really blame him. If a certain someone had kept
her hands to herself like I told her to..."
I playfully slapped her and poked her in the side. "Hey, don't blame ME!
After all girl, YOU'RE the one who started everything."
"Yeah but YOUR dad wanted it."
"Oh sure... and like yours didn't?"
"Give me a break Kelly, you know what I mean. Crap, if my mom ever found
out what you two did... she'd kill you both, and then me probably as
well!"
Well, in case you haven't read about what we were talking about in my
diary already, about four years ago Beth became the first woman outside
our family that my dad had sex with since marrying my mom. While it
isn't like he went out and just did any old girl off the street, it was
still a major event for me.
Beth has been my best of best friends since before kindergarten and is
practically a member of our family. Still, I wasn't exactly thrilled
when my dad fucked her given my parents' rigid position (no pun intended)
on adultery that they had been drilling into me all those years I was
growing up. True, he only did her once more after that but still, it was
the fact he succumbed to his lust in the first place that shocked me. It
just goes to show that in the end, my dad's still a male animal and there
are some things that can't be resisted forever. No matter how I
rationalized his behavior, in the end I felt that what she did with my
dad called for an equivalent "response" from me.
As I mentioned, it's not as easy to get a decent father and husband to
commit adultery as people seem to think it is which is why it took me
eighteen months to complete my "mission" but in the end, I caught him at
a weak moment and eventually seduced Beth's dad into fucking me. OK, so
he regretted it as soon as he did it but so what? Personally, I think he
was actually more worried that someone would find out what he did rather
than any regrets about fucking me but I wasn't going to argue with Beth
about semantics. So far as I was concerned, he DID fuck me, and right in
their living room, the same one we were in now, while Beth was home.
As I thought about it, I realized I was sitting just where he was that
first time I started sucking his dick! Well, ever since then he hasn't
spoken a word to me and still tries his best not to even look at me -
quite a feat when you consider how much time I spend at her house. Of
course her mom hasn't a clue about what happened between her husband and
me but I have to wonder at times if she has ever asked herself why he
seems almost afraid to be near their daughter's best friend. I'd love
for her to know, just to see the look on her face, but then as I said, I
really don't want to hurt anyone.
As an only child, I never had a sister (my cousin feels like one
sometimes but it's not the same thing) whereas Beth was part of what can
only be described as a regular tribe at home. She is the next to
youngest of five kids - three boys and two girls. Her older siblings
have all finished school and moved out leaving just her and her little
brother Tony at home as she finished her education at a local college.
Tony was four years younger than her - Beth likes to tease him by calling
him the family "surprise". Being he was so much younger than us, through
most of our years at school and such I never really paid him a whole lot
of attention. Now that he was 19, though... wow, had he grown up! More
than a few times Beth had needled me in the side with her elbows when she
caught me looking at Tony. Hey, what can I say? The boy's a hunk!
"So where's Tony tonight?" I teased her, knowing it was a button of hers
I could push that always got results.
"None of your business so just get your mind out of the gutter, OK?"
"What??? Meeee?" I replied, pretending to be shocked that she could even
THINK such things about me, "All I did was ask where he was."
"Oh don't give me that you fuckin' slut, I know what you want and don't
even think about it! Besides, he's got a girlfriend now and he's madly
in love."
"More like in lust I bet... is he getting any from her?"
Beth smacked me in jest but she answered more seriously, "Probably, she's
got a bit of rep from what I hear. She's not too really that good
looking but he's always been attracted to the ones with big boobs, and
hers are ridiculously HUGE."
"Like his big sister's?"
"A LOT bigger," she answered before thinking it through. Then her face
clouded over as she realized what I was inferring. "KELLY! Don't even
THINK that,' she said sharply, "Ewwwww, sex with my brother... not me,
sorry."
"Well I certainly wish he was MY brother."
"Well sure, maybe for you but I can't even imagine such a thing. You
know me better than that."
"Still, you have to admit that he likes your boobs. I saw him looking
when you ran around with them flopping up and down in that nasty little
bikini you wore around the pool all summer. Heck girl, even I like your
boobs!"
I reached over and squeezed her full breast with my hand. Indeed, Beth
WAS built - 36DD, and 100% natural. She started wearing a real bra when
she was barely twelve and moved into her first D cups before I was barely
filling out. It was like they never stopped growing all through high
school. I was SO jealous of her at times. She quickly pushed my hand
away and looked about nervously.
"Shit Kelly, you know better. Don't do that here... damn, what if
someone saw you doing that?"
"Oh? You someone like Tony? Mmmmmmm, I bet he'd love to watch us
getting it on. Maybe he'd even want to join in!"
"Oh shut up.... and besides, what's all this about my brother tonight?
God Kelly, what's got you so horny tonight - I mean more than usual?"
She had me pegged as I WAS horny as hell for some reason. Nothing in
particular, I guess it was a combination of a number of things, being at
her house and seeing her dad, talking about her sexy brother, not to
mention I hadn't been laid in almost a week! Mmmmmmm, speaking of her
brother, I could picture in my mind how Tony looked last summer in his
wet swim suit, his maturing dick clearly outlined as his suit clung to
him like Saran wrap.
Beth and I had both been wearing our "tanning" bikinis, the ones that
left as much exposed as possible without bringing the total wrath of her
mom down upon us. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I could have
sworn I saw Tony getting an eyeful of his sister's big boobs every time
she was bent over as she climbed out of the pool. I knew he was checking
me out as well, but Tony was a tit man all the way and his sister
definitely had a MUCH bigger rack than me for him to stare at.
"Hey, have you ever thought about what you would do if your brother were
to fuck me?" I calmly asked, as if I was asking for the weather or
something else innocuous.
Beth just stared at me, her shoulders down and mouth half open as if she
couldn't believe she'd heard me right - or perhaps because she knew she
HAD heard me right.
"Kelly, now you're my best friend and I love ya to death, but enough is
enough. Just can the brother thing - NOW! OK?"
Well, I wasn't about to be deterred THAT easily. "Wanna bet I can get
him to fuck me?"
For a moment I thought maybe I'd really gone too far this time. Beth had
long ago accepted that I liked to push her buttons and she knew better
than to indulge me - it only made me push harder. Thus normally she just
ignored me and life went on but this time she was too pissed off at me to
think clearly.
"Last time, OK? No more about my brother and dammit, keep your hands off
of him, OK?" she said in a miffed tone, but then threw in one last bit
that caught my ear. "Besides, he'd never fuck you anyway. He's in love
with his new girlfriend not to mention you're too old for him."
Oh boy, I might know which buttons to push to get her riled up, but she
knew mine even better. What was that crack about me being too old for
him? How dare she! Sheesh, I was only four years older than Tony and I
hadn't had a teenage guy turn me down yet. Besides he wasn't going to be
a teenager much longer as he almost twenty himself. And as for her smart
remark about him never wanting to fuck me, well... that's like waving a
red flag in front of the bull. Wow, talk about throwing down the
gauntlet... it was the ultimate challenge. Of course I knew better than
to say any of this to Beth. After all, she WAS my best friend and
friends know when to back off and I knew Beth was clearly at the edge of
her patience with me.
Before you think ours was a friendship between a slut and some sort of
virgin, let me tell you a little more about Beth. It's not that she
doesn't like sex just as much as me, it's just we have very different
tastes. It's like two people who both love to eat but one loves Chinese
while the other craves Italian. Growing up together, she had the
advantage of physically developing much earlier than me so she actually
started having sex before me, losing her virginity to some high school
boy while still in sixth grade - more than two years before I gave mine
up. Beth was the first girl I masturbated together with (I don't count
my mom, that's not the same) and to be honest, as much as I would never
admit it publicly, she was the one who started it. It's not like I was
shy at all when it came to masturbating; I did it all the time at home
whenever and wherever I wanted. But doing it with a girlfriend was,
let's say, a horse of a different color.
Probably the biggest difference between Beth and me, at least when it
comes to sex, can be summed up in one word - quantity. By that I mean
the number of guys she likes to fuck at one time. For me, if I was
forced to choose I would take one-on-one sex before anything else. I
enjoy the intimacy, the directness, the thrill of having one man focusing
solely on me. It didn't matter if it was something personal and
intimate, like being with my dad or a close boyfriend, or just sex for
fun, like at a party, I prefer to be with one guy at a time. That said,
a gangbang or even just a three-some can be fun at the right time, but I
view that more as entertainment or experimentation.
Beth, on the other hand, is at the other end of the spectrum - "the more
the merrier" so far as she's concerned. In high school she had a well-
deserved rep for "doing the team", the girl you heard rumors about
sneaking into the boy's locker room, the slut who always sat in the back
of the team bus, taking on all comers (cummers?). Sometimes I think a
few things I heard about her were actually urban legend type stuff, but
even if a third of it was true, the girl LOVED group sex.
As for me, I typically stayed clear of her "adventures" but she HAD
convinced more than a few times to go with her to her favorite club - a
sex club where singles got together to party - and fuck, emphasis on the
latter. I have to admit, they WERE different and definitely fell into
the "been there, done that" file afterwards, not to be repeated again in
most cases. For instance, she "forgot" to warn me that I had to be
"initiated" at the first one, which meant being fucked by the host right
in front of the rest of the group at the start of the party. I still owe
her for that one!
Another key area where we differ is the concept of having sex with our
families. Beth was aware that I was deeply involved in incest, heck she
had even fucked my dad with me once. She remains one of a VERY small
group of people outside my family that has any idea what goes on at home
between me and my parents. While Beth has never even hinted at judging
me for it, neither does she feel it's something she wants to be involved
with when it comes to her own mom and dad, let alone her brothers. As
I've said many times, that's fine with me as I believe that 99% or more
of families should NOT get involved in incest. It takes a very special
blend of circumstances, family culture, and personalities for incest to
work and I am just fortunate to have lived in a situation where those all
came together for me.
Beth's family, on the other hand, was decent and "All-American", not the
type that would be able to deal even with open masturbation, let alone
sex. When I started masturbating, I would do it on the couch while
watching TV, even if my parents were in the room. They would just ignore
me, just as I ignored them should the mood strike them (although not
nearly as often as it did me). In comparison, I'm sure that Beth's
parents would totally freak if they saw her with a hand inside her
panties while watching some hot guy on TV!
Because of the differences in our family situations, for the most part
Beth and I never even discussed incest. It was one of those things we
both agreed was something we knew about, but not something we needed to
talk about much. I guess that's why when I would tease her about her
brother, she would get a little piqued at me, like I was threatening the
tenuous truce we had between us.
Chapter 3 - Beth's Brother Tony
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As Beth and I returned to watching TV, I laid on the couch next to her,
seemingly calm and collected but my mind was whirring like a clock wound
too tight. Hmmmmmm, too old was I? Never even want me because he loved
his girlfriend? Well, we'd see about that! In my mind, I came to the
conclusion that I would accept her challenge, whether she even realized
she had even made one in the first place. Yes sir, I was going to find a
way to convince Tony to fuck me, and I was going to have fun along the
way as well. Only one question remained.... how the heck was I going to
do it without losing my best friend in the process?
When it came to flirting with Tony these days, it didn't help that it was
winter weather so wearing super short shorts and other revealing clothes
like thong bikinis and low-cut halters was difficult, if not impossible,
without being blatant about it. I DID have some thin sweaters that were
a size or two too small, making my boobs look pretty good. But no matter
what I wore it was for naught if Beth was next to me with her incredible
breasts making mine look like they were still in a training bra by
comparison. Heck, in our baggy sweatshirts mine were pretty much hidden
from view while she still looked hot as hell. Sometimes I couldn't help
but feel it just wasn't fair!
Well, clothes may make the man but when it came to a girl and her
flirting, they were just one tool in my arsenal. In my favor was the
male ego - one of the most sensitive things ever created, ready to break
and flounder at the slightest negative suggestion. Properly manipulated,
it offered the greatest opportunity for taking possession of a man's
self-will. Don't believe me? All I can say is that I simply have to
tell a guy he has a great dick with the right inflection and tone - and
it's hard in an instant!
Had it been any other guy, I would have simply taken the direct approach
and flirted shamelessly with him until he got so horny for me he couldn't
resist. Like I said, this would have worked with any other guy but Tony
wasn't just any other guy - he was Beth's brother and she would be
keeping a watchful eye me. She knew me better than anyone and so she had
to know what her words had meant to me. Would she suspect my plans?
Absolutely. It just meant I had to be all the more sneaky and devious.
And so began "Operation Tony".....
Over the next few weeks, I made it a point to spend as much time at
Beth's as possible, especially if I knew Tony was going to be home.
Despite her sometimes blistering dress-downs later, I made sure I was
wearing something revealing in some way for him to notice me, be it a
shirt I "forgot" to button all the way, jeans that were cut so low my ass
crack showed even when I was standing up, let alone bending over, a cami
top with no bra that was cut to show as much cleavage as possible, a
transparent nightie during a sleepover that I should have been wearing a
robe over when out of her room, and so on.
One day his girlfriend was over and my eyes practically bugged out. She
wasn't the prettiest girl in school by any stretch of the imagination and
a bit overweight, to be gentle about it, but she DID have some monster
boobs. I wondered if they were the type that would shrink two cup sizes
if she lost a little weight but Tony didn't seem to mind the fact his
girlfriend weighed more than him - even though she was at least six
inches shorter.
As for Tony's reaction? Well, he IS a male and as much as he tried to
make it look like he wasn't noticing me, he was, I was sure of it. He
especially tried to appear to ignore me when his girlfriend was around
but that just made it all the more obvious he was trying to ignore me.
Meanwhile, Beth was having a fit with my antics.
"Christ Kelly, didn't you outgrow that cami back in grade school?" she
huffed one day when we were back in her room after I'd paraded myself
shamelessly around her brother, "Like hell, how do you even BREATH in
it?"
She was right, it was WAY too small for me but it showed off my boobs
better than just about anything else I had in my closet outside a bikini
top. It was like waving sugar candy in front of a little boy and he
reacted exactly as I had hoped when I picked it out earlier that day. I
even made it a point to press up against him a little as I squeezed by
him to get to the sink once. Of course, the other way around the counter
was wide open but what fun was there in taking the easy way around?
I felt myself pushing against him, flattening out my unrestrained boobs
against him with just the barest, most stretched out material between me
and his arm. The excitement of teasing him had made my nipples harden
long before and they stuck out almost obscenely through the thin
material. He tried valiantly to pretend he didn't notice but I was sure
I felt a little pressure back from him as I started to pull away.
Just to make sure I left a lasting impression, after I finished at the
sink, I went the 'wrong" way around the kitchen island again, once again
forcing me to have to squeeze by Tony. This time, however, in addition
to pressing my boobs against him, I kept my hands down and as I went by
him, I "accidentally" pressed my hand into his crotch. It was the first
time I'd actually felt Tony's dick and while there may have been a layer
of denim between my hand and his cock, it was the first time I'd actually
directly been able to gauge his dick.
At first he flinched but then he did his best to act as though nothing
was happening, even as my hand lingered on his growing bulge. I was sure
nobody could see as it was between the two of us, but the way he was
blushing must have been a giveaway to Beth. Later, when we were in her
room alone, she let me have it yet again.
"God dammit Kelly, what was that all about?" she demanded no sooner than
the door was shut. I gave me my most innocent, "Who me?" look, as if I
had no idea what she was talking about. To be fair, at first I really
wasn't sure as I didn't think she had seen what had happened between Tony
and me.
"Did you honestly think nobody was going to notice you planting the palm
of your hand directly on top of my brother's crotch?"
Well, yes I did actually!
"God, what if my mom had noticed?" she whined, not waiting for a response
from me, "She would have dropped dead in her tracks - if you were lucky."
"Well at least I didn't kneel down and blow it," I offered as
consolation. Beth didn't take it as such. She stared at me for a
moment, as if weighing her words carefully.
"What's scary about that, you know, is I think you're serious," she
finally said in a low voice, "You know, sometimes I think you're as bad
as your cousin."
Now THAT was a blow below the belt, so to speak. She knew better than
that. As much as I might WISH I did, as much as I might masturbate later
thinking about it, I would never do anything so stupid, at least not with
my best friend's family. Not even Kristen would, and Beth knew it. For
a
moment, I felt a little angry as I didn't really care for her dissing my
cousin like that. Kristen might be a bit "morally challenged" at times,
but even she knew where the limits were when push came to shove - most of
the time at least.
Chapter 4 - Making Up With Beth
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It wasn't often that Beth and I argued like this and I felt a little
guilty about it - not TOO guilty but still a little. On the spur of the
moment, without even really thinking about it, I leaned forward and
kissed her on the lips. At first she seemed a bit surprised and as mad
as she had been at me, she even tried to pull back at first but I reached
around her and pulled her into me.
God, she felt so good pressed up against me, her soft ass in my hands as
her boobs pressed against mine. Her resistance dropped quickly and she
put her arms around my neck and pressed her tongue into my mouth. She
ran her hands through my hair as I squeezed her ass - both of us knowing
instinctively what turned the other on the most. It wasn't like we were
lovers or even "girlfriends" in that sense, but rather two old friends
just enjoying one another.
"Not fair," she gasped between kisses, "I'm still mad at you."
I almost laughed as she went back to kissing me again. Well, I wish
everyone who was mad at me treated me this way!
"It's been a while, hasn't it?" she whispered rhetorically as we worked
our way to her bed.
What she didn't realize was that as we turned, I was able to reach the
door handle and I just barely had enough time to give it enough of a turn
to crack the door open. Not enough to see through, but enough that
anyone walking by would see that is wasn't closed tightly. I'd bated the
trap so now it was time to see if my mouse would take the cheese! Given
Beth's bedroom was located at the opposite side of the house as her
parents', the only person likely to walk by would be Tony as his room was
the last one down the hallway.
My attention was quickly turned back to Beth. Beth was pretty much
straight, although she dabbled in girls now and then but mostly then as
part of an orgy, or at least with other partners. The two of us played
now and then but that's exactly what is was - playing. It was just a
small step beyond masturbating together, but even then a step we rarely
took. She was horny as well for some reason tonight. I would like to
think it was brought on by seeing me teasing her brother but I knew her
better than that to hold out such hopes. More like she just hadn't been
laid either in the past few days! Whatever it was, she was definitely
responding to me now!
"God I'm so fucking horny!' she exclaimed in a whispered tone, trying not
to be TOO loud as the wall between her and Tony's bedroom wasn't exactly
soundproofed.
Indeed, not long ago we had secretly listened in on Tony and his
girlfriend. My oh my, she certainly had a filthy mouth when she was
being fucked!
Beth practically tore off my clothes after which she stripped out of hers
as well, leaving us both totally naked on her double-sized bed. Yes
indeed, she certainly wasn't wasting any time! Actually, with Beth I
liked it better this way. We didn't need to fool around for a while,
pretending we both didn't want that same thing. We both wanted to get
off (especially her this time!) so why not just get down to it and fuck?
I wasn't given much choice but to be on the bottom as Beth roughly pushed
me down onto the bed and then twisted herself around, straddling my face
with her smooth soft legs as she leaned over to start licking my pussy.
Her ponderous boobs rubbed against my stomach as I could smell and see
her wet pussy just above my face. Reaching up, I grabbed her and pulled
her down into my face, our tongues both landing on the other's clit at
almost the same time.
"Oh god," she gasped, her body practically shivering with anticipation as
my tongue flicked about her already sensitive and wet pussy.
My best friend tasted good, rather strong in comparison to say, my cousin
Kristen but not nearly so much as my mother or Aunt Linda. Like me, Beth
was shaved smooth and apparently she had done herself not long ago
because she was as smooth and soft as a newborn baby's butt - not that
I'd ever licked one mind you!
Beth was licking my pussy as well, her fingers toying with my clit and
plunging into me but I could tell she wasn't putting her whole heart into
it. Oh well, I guess I could only blame myself for what I was doing to
distract her from the other end! I'd been horny before for Tony but now
I was more turned on from the way Beth was behaving than anything else.
I was getting off as much, if not more, by licking her cunt and working
to make her cum than anything she was doing to me. Indeed, that turned
out to be a good thing because soon she was unable to focus on my pussy
at all and I knew she was about to let loose at any moment.
"Oh fuck, I'm so cumming," she groaned as I felt her ass clench. She
buried her face in my crotch, her hands under me as I felt her fingers
dig into my ass while her first orgasm swelled within her.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned, a little louder this time but seemingly
unconcerned about anyone hearing as lust overwhelmed her.
Over and over she moaned and gasped as her pussy literally gushed cum
over my face. She was grinding her hot cunt into my nose and mouth as if
I was her latest partner's dick. Damn, she was absolutely soaking wet
and my face was drenched with her cum. This must have been a new record
for me in terms of the time needed to get her off. Sheesh, what had her
so darn horny? Well, if there was ever a time to ask, this was it, while
she was still in a fog after her climax. I pushed her over and twisted
myself around so I could kiss her, the wetness on my face transferring to
hers as she kissed me and licked her own sweet pussy cum from my cheeks
and mouth.
"What the fuck is with you?" I whispered to her, trying not to break the
mood but still get a response from her.
"OK, OK, I admit it... I was thinking about you sucking his dick when I
saw you groping him in the kitchen," she confessed.
"Had to be more than that to get you this riled up," I pressed her. Had
she not still been under the waning influence of her orgasm, I'm sure she
never would have answered so candidly, but why not take advantage of the
situation?
"Oh crap, I was thinking about joining in," she sighed.
"And...?"
"Oh alright, I was thinking about him fucking me," she practically
hissed, "You happy now?"
Indeed I was! No doubt once she had her wits about her she would deny
everything and say I had tricked her into confessing to a "crime" she
hadn't committed, but this was good enough for me!
"Let's not talk about him anymore," she declared, appearing to becoming
more aware of her surroundings once again, "My turn now."
It soon became obvious it was her "turn" to make me cum. Rather than 69
again, this time she got down between my legs and put her hands up and
under my butt, lifting me up just off the bed to make it easier for her
face to plant itself on my crotch. Beth may not be all that into doing
other girls, but she WAS a girl and she knew what it took to satisfy the
cravings of a horny pussy. OK, so she wasn't in the same league as my
cousin but who really cared? I was getting my pussy licked and that can
never be a BAD thing.
I glanced over towards the door but the hallway was dark so even had it
been open I would've had a hard time seeing out. Was the door more open
now or just a figment of my hopeful imagination? Were we being watched?
If so, by whom? It couldn't have been her mom or dad, they would have
burst in and stopped us from our "sinful" ways. It's not that they were
religious nuts or anything like that; but they had their boundaries, like
most people. IF (and that was a big IF) someone had opened the door
slightly, just enough to penetrate our privacy, it would had to have been
Tony. Had he seen his sister cum? Was he watching me being licked by
her now? I couldn't tell one way or another in the dark so I had to just
hope for the best.
Oh my god, it felt so good when she started to lick me in earnest! I
loved the way her hands felt under me, kneading and lifting my bare butt
like it was a loaf of bread being prepared. I couldn't reach her so I
planted my hands on my chest, each one over one boob, and massaged them
as Bath continued to lick me. When I finally came, it wasn't anywhere as
quick as hers had been, but it was like a pot on slow boil - rumbling and
feeling good, but not overwhelming to where you had to cry out, begging
for a pause for a few moments to let you catch your breath.
When I was finally done, we laid together on her bed on our sides. My
back was to the door (not to mention my bare ass) so I still had no idea
if we had an audience or not. In a way, I was hoping we WERE being
watched, and that whoever it was couldn't control themselves any longer
and would burst in to join us. OMG, what if it was her dad? Slim to no
chance for that fantasy but it WAS erotic to think about. If Tony HAD
watched us, did he get hard? Was he in his room now, jerking off as he
recalled seeing his sister and me doing one another? Was he wishing he
had the nerve to join us? Did he want just me or was he drawn to his
big-boobed sister even more?
"You know, what is it about you that I just can't stay mad at you?" Beth
asked, breaking me out of my reverie.
"Hmmmmmm, the way I make you cum?" I teased her. She smacked me
playfully on my bare ass.
"You know what I mean... why are we such good friends?"
Now that was sort of out of the blue. Why so philosophical all of a
sudden? For a while we just talked to each other as only the best of
friends can, open and honest yet caring. Now and then we would break
into tears as we would recall some moment in our childhood where we had
done something special together, like when we shared her boyfriend for
the first time. We would kiss now and then, more to express our feelings
rather than depend on our cracking voices. It was a kiss between
friends, not lovers; between two people who totally trusted the other as
a symbol of our friendship. There was nothing that I kept from Beth and
I knew she bared her soul to me as well. I think everyone needs a best
friend like Beth, someone you can trust to listen to you and no matter
what you said or how bad it was, she was there for you and supported you.
Chapter 5 - Doing Tony in His Sleep
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We finally got up and got our nighties on. As we dressed, I noticed the
door was open - not much but just a crack. Maybe it had just opened that
much on its own; or maybe it had received a little help along the way.
Had someone watched us? Would I ever know for sure? In any case, I
opened the door before Beth noticed it hadn't been shut tightly.
Stepping out into the dark hallway, I reached for a light switch and
turned on the overhead hall lights, one at each end of the hall.
Tony's door was next to Beth's and was closed tightly. Was he inside?
Was he masturbating, hopefully about seeing me and his sister playing
together? The bathroom was directly across from his door so I walked
down and just as I was about to enter, his door opened and he stepped out
in a hurry, knocking me over in the process, on his way to the bathroom.
"Sorry," he apologized quickly, reaching down to help me up.
Of course, my nightie had pulled up in the process and needless to say, I
wasn't wearing anything underneath so he had his first (maybe second?)
view of my pussy. The shoulder straps had also mysteriously fallen to my
elbows, letting the top slide down and my boobs spilled out. For all
intents and purposes I was naked as my nightie was now bunched up around
my waist. As he helped me up, Tony was staring at my nudity. Of course,
I wasn't exactly hurrying the process along either as I reveled in the
looks he was giving me. I guess catching him by surprise like this put
him off balance and he wasn't thinking about what he was doing, letting
his instincts take over instead.
"Tony! Shit! What the hell are you doing with her?"
Oops, I'd forgotten about Beth and now she was just behind me, the anger
in her voice back once again. Tony bolted for the bathroom like a deer
being shot at, slamming the door behind him to leave me standing there
all alone to face the fury of Beth.
"Hmmmmmm, I suppose your nightie just accidentally all but fell off?" she
said, a small smile starting to break through her veneer of seriousness.
"I guess so..." I said, biting my tongue as I tried not to laugh.
"I saw you fall... an NFL kicker would have been proud of such a nose
dive," she started to tease me. "Damn, be honest with me... did he even
really touch you?"
"Well..." I let it draw out, not really answering her one way or the
other but she got the picture.
Beth grabbed me by the hand and practically pulled me back to her room.
Once inside, she closed the door and this time I noticed she made sure it
was closed tightly. Was she just being overly cautious or had she
noticed what I'd done before? If she HAD, then she was certainly being
more circumspect about it than I would have expected.
"Well you certainly gave him an eyeful, I have to hand you that" she
congratulated me, although her tone didn't exactly match her words.
"Poor guy's probably jacking off in there right now about it."
My eyes widened and a smile came to my face. She quickly interpreted my
expression and shook her head. "and NO... you can't go down and help
him."
We both laughed as she correctly identified my feelings at the moment.
As things turned out, I wouldn't see Tony again before we went to bed but
as we masturbated later before falling asleep, you better believe I was
dreaming about him jerking off about us. As I came, I would imagine was
how much perfectly good cum was being wasted - and what I would like to
do with it!
We both fell asleep almost instantly but somewhere in the middle of the
night I woke up. I must have been dreaming something pretty special
because I was soaking wet between my legs and I had this overwhelming
feeling of horniness that was like an uncontrollable itch. God, it was
driving me nuts! I had awoke facing towards the outside of the bed, my
bare butt pressed up against Beth's as evidently she had rolled in the
opposite direction during the night. The feel of her warm soft ass just
made me feel all the worst, or at least all the hornier. I wanted to
masturbate as my hand cupped my steaming hot crotch but I knew in the
mood I was in there was no way to do it without waking Beth so I got up
and decided to go to the bathroom where I could let myself go a little
more.
As I quietly slipped off the bed, Beth stirred and for a moment I thought
she would wake up. I waited, hoping that maybe she would find herself in
a similar situation as me and maybe we could each help the other out but
she just moaned a little, more of a meow than a groan. Hmmm, what was
she dreaming about? She was showing no signs of consciousness so I
grabbed my nightie, pulled it over me and then carefully opened the
bedroom door. Peeking out into the darkened hallway, I saw it was empty
except for the light coming from one of those greenish luminescent
nightlights people plug into the wall outlets. At least I didn't have to
turn on the hallway lights or try to make my way blindly down a dark
hall.
Just as I reached the bathroom door, I heard a grunt from across the way
and I saw that Tony's bedroom door was about halfway open. Although he
didn't have a teddy bear nightlight or anything like that, there was more
than enough moonlight streaming in through the open curtains that I could
clearly make him out on the bed. Damn, he was stark naked! Any thoughts
of masturbating alone in the solitude of the bathroom immediately
disappeared as I stared at him through the open bedroom door.
Tony was lying on his back, his covers thrown off, unknowingly displaying
his handsome nude form to anyone who might walk by. Of course, he
probably never expected anyone to walk by in the first place, and even
then he most likely had the covers over himself when he fell asleep, at
least it appeared so from the way they had been kicked to the side.
Damn, I was staring at the nude body of a sexy, hunky nineteen year old
guy, the first time I'd ever seen this particular one naked.
OK, so I'm only human. Naturally my eyes went immediately to his
midsection where his flaccid cock was laying over limply on a dark bed of
thick pubic hair. It was just my bad luck that he wasn't having a wet
dream. I'd love to have seen it all nice and hard, cum dribbling from it
as he dreamed of maybe fucking me? If I was horny before, you can only
imagine how I was feeling now with this temptation literally laying out
in front of me!
The heck with it, my hand slipped between my legs and I started to touch
myself as I leaned against the door frame. Every instinct in me was
screaming for me to go in his bedroom and do something, anything,
whatever I wanted - and I certainly wanted a lot. At the same time,
there was still some semblance of sanity remaining inside of me that was
warning me as to what a horrible risk I'd be taking. What if Beth woke
up, found that I was missing, and decided to see where I'd gone off to?
No doubt she would have her suspicions from the start knowing me.
Catching me masturbating as I looked at him would have likely drawn a
sigh from her and a tug back to her room, but at least she could handle
that knowing how little it took to get me started touching myself.
Besides, I would only be fantasizing about her brother, not really doing
anything. However, catching me in his bedroom, doing who knows what
nasty things with him, now THAT would be a totally different story.
Honestly, I wondered if our friendship, as strong as it may be, would
even survive such a betrayal of her trust? When I fucked her dad it
almost broke us apart but since she had fucked my dad as well, I figured
we were even and so we managed to get through it. Now as for fucking her
brother... after all she had stressed with me about NOT doing it, would
it be the straw that broke the back of our relationship?
Tony wasn't stirring, not even a periodic snore or anything. It was as
if he was unconscious or in some sort of coma. What would he have done
had he known I was staring at him, standing at his doorway almost naked
with my finger pushed up inside of my pussy as I imagined it was his dick
inside of me, the same dick I was now staring at in the moonlight? Would
he be embarrassed or turned on? Of course in my fantasies that I was
dreaming at the moment, he would sit up and offer his dick to me, telling
me to suck him and then have me climb on top and slip it inside of my
tight wet pussy. My finger thrust up into me and I barely managed to
stifle a gasp as I felt my orgasm beginning to arise with me. God, my
knees felt like they were about to buckle as I stared at his dick,
allowing the ebb and flow of my passion to fill me with the most
incredible sensations.
God I wanted his dick in me! Oh my god, did I say I wanted his hard dick
in me NOW? ` Allow me to blame my orgasm for what happened next. Like,
I was feeling so hot, so GOOD, so HORNY, that even the last vestiges of
my conscience and worries about Beth simply faded away without another
thought. I wasn't even thinking about her anymore. I wasn't really
thinking about anything for that matter.
My body was running on autopilot, reacting rather than being controlled,
letting the most primal instincts take over. I was breathing hard, my
hand clamped to my pussy, unwilling to release my hold of it for even a
moment as it was like I was some sex puppet on a string, with someone
else manipulating me, driving me to do this, forcing me in such I way I
couldn't resist the temptation any longer.
Suddenly I was next to his bed, looking down at the object of my desires.
I didn't even recall walking from the door to his bedside, it was like
I'd been in another world for a few moments or someone - or something,
had momentarily taken over my consciousness. My hand was still pressing
on my pussy, my palm putting pressure on my sensitive clit, keeping me on
the verge of another orgasm but not quite there yet. His dick was only
inches away now. Yes, it was flaccid and small, but it bore so much
promise!
I started to reach out to touch it but halfway there it was like
something in me was trying to break out from wherever I'd caged it away.
For a brief moment I started to pull back, knowing what I was about to do
was wrong but it only lasted a second and then my pussy practically
cramped I felt so horny. Really, what difference would it make so long
as I didn't wake him? Who would ever know?
I lightly touched the side of his soft dick with the tips of my fingers,
half expecting him to bolt up and scream or who knows what. Well, one
thing I was learning about Tony - he was dead to the world when he was
asleep. As my trembling fingertips lightly touched him along the length
of his dick, he never even twitched - not even his dick. My fingers
brushed against his thick pubic hair. It was soft yet had a coarseness
like that of a soft hairbrush. I leaned over and I could actually SMELL
him, the thick musky odor of a man's crotch. It was a fragrance I loved
and I breathed it in deeply, savoring the heavy aroma of his sex.
Emboldened by his complete lack of response, I gingerly put my hand
around his limp dick, not moving at first but rather just allowing it to
rest in the palm of my hand with my fingers wrapped gently around it. It
was actually a rare experience for me. Mot times by the time I got my
hands on a dick, especially a teenager's, it was either fully erect or
well on its way. To feel Tony's dick in its "natural" state was rather
exhilarating.
Just then I thought I heard a noise and my hand pulled away from his dick
instinctively. It turned out to be just the wind - I heard it again and
realized it was a tree branch against the side of the house, but my
sudden movement seemed to have stirred Tony. He made a sort of soft,
groaning sound but then that was it and once again he was like in a coma.
I held my breath until I felt myself turning blue, afraid to even move
lest I awaken him.
Finally I got my courage back and once again I felt his soft cock in my
hand. This wasn't the first time I'd ever fondled a guy's cock while he
was sleeping, not by a long shot. It WAS, however, the first time I'd
done it to a guy who didn't go to sleep with me next to him, or at least
in some way wouldn't have been totally surprised to awaken and find my
hand wrapped around his dick.
After a couple of minutes, my hand seemed to gain a mind of its own and I
watched, more fascinated than anything else, as my hand began to
seemingly start to move as if controlled by some unseen force. I was
gently jerking him off, pulling on him ever so gently, just enough to
stimulate his dick. Slowly, ever so slowly, I began to feel him react.
At first it was hardly noticeable but eventually it was unmistakable - he
was becoming erect!
It was one of the things I loved about dicks - they not only had their
own head but they seemed to have a mind of their own as well. Men can't
seem to control them while they are awake, so why should it be any
different while they are asleep? Cock heads didn't seem to need sleep
though, they reacted no matter what the rest of him was doing!
As my one hand slowly massaged his growing dick, my other was back under
my nightie, touching myself and poking up inside of me. I decided to
switch hands, using the wetness of my pussy that had transferred to my
hand help me to stroke his dick easier. I guess I could have drooled a
little spit on him but this method seemed so much more erotic. I could
smell myself as my pussy odor mingled with his. His dick glistened in
the sharp moonlight as my pussy wetness covered his now almost erect
shaft.
Amazingly, Tony STILL hadn't so much as moved a muscle - other than his
dick swelling. I didn't think he was faking - even when men tried not to
react when I was stroking them, like in a restaurant or theater, they
still couldn't totally suppress every twitch or gasp. Tony, on the other
hand, appeared as though he'd been nailed with one of those tranquilizing
darts they use on animals on TV. It was just fine with me as the part of
him that I wanted to react was doing just marvelously.
My hand barely fit around his expanding shaft now and I smiled at how
much his cock had grown in the past few minutes. Every cock grew
differently and I learned long ago that flaccid size did not always
translate to rigid size. Of course, it didn't generally hurt to start
out big if you wanted to finish big, but Tony was living proof your dick
didn't need to be extraordinarily large when it was soft to be damn good
when he was hard. What had been a relatively average dick to start was
now definitely in the upper percentiles. Not that Tony would be
auditioning as a porn star any time soon, but compared to most guys he
was larger than usual.
I couldn't even remember the last time I was this close to a dick, the
last time I'd held a dick for that matter, and I hadn't blown it - at
least not by choice. Sure, sometimes all you could do was a hand-job,
especially in public places, but this was about as far from "public" as
it comes yet I was still playing by the rules. Seemed sorta silly I
guess. After all, he was now totally erect, as hard as a steel pipe, yet
totally asleep. His dick was pointing straight at his head, hovering
over his stomach like a porpoise caught in mid-air as it leaped out of
the water over a rope. It had a slight curve to it, starting out at the
base more upward and then curving downward such that it was poised to cum
directly onto his button should that moment arrive and nobody moved it.
Tony's cock looked black and white in the moonlight, but I could see a
dark stripe that encircled it just below the head. The head was all
swollen, bigger than the shaft below it and I could just imagine how
incredible it would feel as it tried to violate my pussy, pressing itself
into me, forcing my pussy to literally split apart to accommodate his
girth. Mmmmmmm, I just knew it would feel great in me!
There was no way I was going to be able to stroke him hard enough, fast
enough, or long enough to make him cum so I had to make a tactical
decision. Do I just fondle him, enjoying the feel of his dick in my hand
or should I do more? Of course I wanted nothing more than to straddle
him and start bouncing on that cock as it slid in and out of me, but that
would have certainly awakened him no matter how deep he was asunder.
Thus fucking was out of the question. No matter how horny I was, I
wouldn't go THAT far as it was almost a certainty that at least, if not
Beth and who knows who else, found out. However, that didn't mean I had
to stop at a hand job. Heck, if anything, wouldn't sucking him be more
gentle on his dick than my hand?
His bed was just a little bit too high for me to kneel on the floor next
to him so all I could do was lean over and put my face into his crotch.
I managed to get my free hand on the other side where I could at least
rest it against the wall. Thank goodness he only had a twin bed, not a
double sized one like his older sister. With my face just inches from
his crotch, the sensual odor was almost overwhelming. Obviously Tony
wasn't into taking showers before he went to bed. It's not that he
stunk, I don't mean that at all. It was just that I was being exposed to
at least a full day's accumulation of male muskiness that made it so
overpowering.
I held my breath as I realized it was my last chance to back down, to
stand upright and stop what I was doing before this went any further.
Even if he woke up now, I was sure I would have enough warning to get my
hand off of him and he would just think he had woken from a wet dream.
Too late, I did it - I started sucking his dick. I loved it. I mean, I
LOVED it! God he tasted wonderful! I wanted to gulp him down and lock
my lips around his shaft, sucking on him tight but I knew I had to be a
little bit careful and not get too overenthusiastic. My tongue explored
the exterior once again. I simply loved the way it felt to run my wet
tongue over the smooth head and then down his stiff shaft, letting it
flow over the lower ridge of his head.
Oh god, I LOVED sucking his dick. I tried to imagine what he would say
now if he woke up, seeing my head over him, feeling my warm lips wrapped
around his delicious hard shaft? Would he try to stop me or just lay
back and enjoy it? Perhaps he was even dreaming about it now, not
knowing who was stimulating him but then not caring either, at least for
the moment, either.
My pussy was crying loudly for attention of its own but there was simply
no way I could touch myself at this moment. Of course, if I ceded to its
demands I'd be climbing aboard and it would be gripping his cock tightly
inside of me. Not that that was such a bad idea but for the first time
this evening, I somehow managed to resist the temptation. Yes indeed, as
much as I wanted him to fuck me, as much as I would have LOVED to feel
his dick slipping into my pussy, THAT would be going way too far.
Actually. the biggest question in my mind at the moment was, could I
make him cum? How much of a man's orgasm was controlled by his dick and
what part, if any, did the "big head" play? My guess is that all that is
needed was to stimulate a cock long enough and nature would take its
course but that's just my opinion. Would it take longer for him to cum
while asleep or was it all a function of the right motivation? How long
was I going to continue risking discovery if he didn't cum right away?
Then there was the first sign of response as he made a very low moaning
sound. It didn't sound like pain though, more like pleasure. He seemed
to squirm slightly under me and I was tempted to retreat before he
regained consciousness. Still, he seemed to be on the verge of cumming
by now so did I really want to quit now, now that I was so close to my
goal? No, I just HAD to risk it just a little bit more. It would have
killed me to drop him from my mouth, just to see him cumming a few
seconds later onto his flat stomach. It was worth the risk, at least
that's what my naughty side was saying. As for my "good" side, it had
retreated long ago, conceding total defeat by the "dark side".
Then I felt it, the precum dripping from his dick and then before I could
even savor the moment, he was suddenly ejaculating into my mouth! It was
a little different from when a guy was awake in that men will normally
try to "help" things along by thrusting their hips forward, as if trying
to add momentum to the cum shooting from their mouth or perhaps it's just
their instinct to drive themselves deeper inside of my womb, trying to
implant their sperm further up inside of me.
In this case, it was just his dick that was reacting, pulsing and
shooting one load after another like an artillery gun had been perched on
his crotch, except it had been loaded with sperm instead of shells. I
eagerly gobbled up every drop, keeping my lips sealed around the shaft to
prevent any of it from leaking out. This was one time his cum wasn't
going to be wasted, not even a drop, not if I had anything to say about
it. I loved the taste on my tongue, the slimy feeling of it against the
back of my throat and around my mouth. It was salty and rather sharp,
definitely an "acquired taste" for most girls, but I'd loved it from the
very first time my boyfriend had cum in my mouth almost nine years ago in
that dark movie theater. Back then I swallowed because I didn't know any
better and besides, it tasted good. Now I was doing it not just because
I enjoyed tasting it, but also to keep things clean.
Once he had finished cumming, I wanted to remained there, perhaps
suckling his dick as it slowly shrank back to its original flaccid state.
I was still horny as hell but somehow the "good girl" that I'd managed to
lock away had escaped and was stridently warning me of the dangerous
situation I was now in. True, I'd REALLY pushed my luck and it wasn't
going to hold out forever so I needed to get going - and soon.
Reluctantly I let him gently slip from my mouth, giving him one last
little kiss on the head before I straightened up.
As I stood over him, taking in my last views of his handsome nude body, I
ran my tongue over my lips, savoring the aftertaste of his cum in my
mouth - and it DID leave an incredible aftertaste that I knew would hang
around forever if I didn't do something about it. About the last thing I
needed was to have Beth wake up, kiss me, and detect the unmistakable
taste of a man's cum on my lips and tongue!
Waving goodbye, I slipped quietly from his room, wondering one last time
if I should've tried riding him but deep down, knowing it would've never
worked out. Now what? I couldn't go back to bed with Beth, at least not
yet. God, if anything my pussy was even wetter than before! So I wound
up in the bathroom, masturbating like crazy just as I had planned to do
before I was "distracted" by Tony. As horny as I was, it didn't take
long to cum and I had both hands between my legs, trying to suppress a
primal scream that I could feel trying to find its release from me.
God I needed to be fucked. I needed to be fucked BAD!
This time I was on the floor of the bathroom, my feet up on the bathtub
as I rubbed myself again and again, plunging my fingers into me as if
Tony was fucking me hard. I came again... and again. I might have gone
for yet another except for the gentle knock on the door.
"Kelly, you OK"? I heard a muffled voice from outside. It was Beth.
Whoa, how long had I been gone? Looking in the mirror, I tried to smooth
my hair and make myself presentable in the few seconds I had and then
opened the door for her.
"Something wrong?" she asked, rubbing her eyes as she tried to focus on
me, "I just woke up and you were gone so I thought I'd better check on
you."
Yeah right, I knew what she was checking up on - she was making sure I
wasn't in her brother's room doing who knows what sort of nasty things.
Ironically, had she woken just a little bit earlier, she would've seen
exactly what she was afraid might be happening! The bathroom light was
off except for another nightlight so she wasn't able to see me THAT
clearly but the odor of my sex in the room had to be overpowering.
"Damn girl, what the hell have you been doing in here?" she asked,
shaking her head and wrinkling her nose as if she had opened the door to
a barn or something. I just looked at her and smiled naughtily, like
she'd caught me doing something I shouldn't have been doing but yet I
didn't care.
"Yeah... like I had to ask!" she huffed, turning around and heading
sleepily back to her room.
As I followed her, I noticed the door to Tony's room has been shut.
Hmmmmmm, who had shut it? Had he come out to use the bathroom and upon
hearing me masturbating, heading back to his room but shutting the door
this time? Or was it his sister, noticing his open door and the view of
her naked brother through it. Had she lingered for a few minutes to look
at the naked form of her sexy brother? Did she have any thoughts that
maybe I had seen it myself - and if so, did she have idea how I reacted
to it?
I crawled in bed next to her but she was facing towards me this time. We
scooted up close and wrapped out arms around each other as once again I
felt her incredible boobs pressing against mine.
"You know, you could have just woke me," she whispered into my ear in a
husky tone.
I assumed she meant instead of masturbating as I doubted she would have
been so accommodating had she known how I'd gotten myself off looking at
her nude brother, not to mention giving him a BJ while he slept ever so
soundly. We kissed and I was glad I'd taken time to brush my teeth and
use some mouthwash. For a moment I thought she might want to do
something more but she fell asleep almost instantly. I even wondered if
she would remember the entire episode in the morning.
Chapter 6 - The Next Morning
============================
Breakfast the next morning was interesting, to say the least. Beth and I
had on matching robes which came down to our knees as her dad sat at the
table eating his breakfast. The robes were a little overkill but I
doubted even if he hadn't been there that her mom would have felt
comfortable with us all but naked in our nighties sitting at the table
with her. Tony was nowhere to be found and I wondered why but only for a
few minutes as eventually he showed up, wearing nothing but some old grey
athletic shorts. He looked handsome as hell with his bare chest and lean
legs exposed but his mom didn't seem to share my opinion.
"Go put on a shirt before you sit down young man. What do you think this
is, your college dorm?" his mom chastised him. Well, too bad for me; I
was hoping he would take his shorts off too! He reappeared in less than
a minute, this time sporting an oversized t-shirt. He looked like he was
still about half asleep as he plopped down in his seat. His hair was a
mess and he hadn't shaved or even washed up yet. Thinking back to
swallowing his cum, it was a good thing I'd made sure he wasn't even
messier when I left him the night before.
When Tony sat down, I couldn't help but keep an eye on his crotch,
remembering how much better it had looked last night with nothing on to
keep his wonderful dick from view. I hated the fact that it was now
hidden away underneath those damn shorts. Beth kicked me under the table
and I looked at her. She was giving the me old "evil eye" and I knew she
had caught me staring at her brother again. I almost laughed as I
thought about how she would react if she knew what I was thinking instead
of just where I was looking!
As for Tony himself, he didn't seem to have any idea at all of what had
happened last night. In a way, I was disappointed. I guess deep down I
had been hoping he was faking it the whole time and then this morning he
would wink at me or otherwise indicate we had a little secret to share.
Did he even know he'd cum last night? Probably not as I guess men do
that all the time on their own, just through their own fantasies as they
sleep.
Later, as we were dressing in her room, Beth seemed preoccupied with
something so finally I offered her the proverbial penny for her thoughts.
At first she seemed to shake it off but then it was like she suddenly
changed her mind and she whirled around to point her finger at me
accusingly.
"OK, time to fess up girl, I saw the way you were looking at him this
morning. Something's up so spill it."
I looked at her with my trademarked, "Who me" look once again and she
would have none of it this time.
"Let's see now... my brother left his door open last night - something
he NEVER does, and he was sleeping naked in bed with the curtains open -
something else he NEVER does. Then I find you in the bathroom, playing
with yourself like there's no tomorrow. God, I could smell your cunt in
the hallway! Hmmmmmm, I wonder what got you so hot and bothered - AND so
interested in my brother's lower half of his body this morning, at least
more than usual."
"OK, OK, so I looked at him!" I exclaimed, trying to act even more
exasperated than I was at her accusations, "C'mon, did you really expect
me, of all people, to just look away? Sheesh Beth, I know he's your
brother but even you have to admit, he looked pretty damn hot laying
there all nude like that - especially on his back!"
"I guess," she muttered, probably as close as I was ever going to get to
a confession from her that her brother was a hunk. "Still, I'm perturbed
at him as much as you for leaving his door open like that."
"Maybe he didn't close it tight and it just opened on its own?" I offered
in his defense.
"No, a few years ago I caught him jerking off in his room after he was
suppose to have gone to bed and ever since then, he practically bolts the
door shut at night when he goes to bed. Noooooo, he left it open on
purpose and I'd like to know why."
Actually, so would I. It was too much a coincidence that he'd somehow
forgotten to shut his door for the first time in years the very night I
was staying over, thereby setting things up such that I got to see him
naked. Had he intended for me to see him? Had he hoped I would wake him
up and suck his dick, maybe even let him fuck me? Was that why I'd
gotten the silent treatment from him this morning, as he assumed I hadn't
stopped by as he had hoped?
Beth was still pondering things as she slipped on another sweatshirt and
jeans. Then she finally smiled at me and came over to give me a kiss.
"You know, I have to apologize... When I first saw his door was open I
was sure you were inside. I'm sorry I didn't trust you. It had to be a
hell of a temptation for you, I know."
Sheesh, talk about feeling guilty! My best friend was apologizing
because she assumed I had done something - something I HAD done! OK,
maybe not in the way she might have imagined, but certainly I was not the
innocent angel she was making me out to be. I felt so bad I was about to
confess to her what I'd done but at the last minute managed to hold back.
"Something you wanted to say?" she asked, a questioning look on her face?
"Oh no... nothing at all, I was just afraid you were mad about me for
last night."
Beth kissed me yet again and smiled at me. "Oh Kelly, if anyone knows
you and what you do sometimes, it's me so just forget about it."
Chapter 7 - Tony's Girlfriend Heidi
===================================
That afternoon, when I had returned home and was laying on the couch
watching TV, I couldn't help but think about Tony and how wonderful it
had been to suck his dick the night before. I could almost taste the cum
in my mouth again! That night I went out with a friend I'd met at a
party a while back. We ended up at his apartment (I never bring them
back to mine), and as he was fucking me, I caught myself imagining it was
Tony fucking me instead. Indeed, at one point I almost called out his
name! Now THAT would have been a bit embarrassing, to say the least. As
good as it felt to finally get laid again, I came home later that night
feeling a bit unsatisfied, as if something had been missing.
For the next few days, it was a constant nagging in the back of my head.
All I could think about was Tony's cock; how it tasted, how it felt while
it was growing, the smell of him, the way his cum felt as it shot into my
mouth. I lost count of how many times I masturbated thinking of him
fucking me in his bed while his sister and parents slept. To be sure, I
didn't feel anything for him, I mean I wasn't in love with him nor had I
any desire to be his girlfriend or even a close friend. Instead, it was
more like I was seeking the Holy Grail, or the Fountain of Youth, or
anything else that fixated someone on a goal, a quest that they feel
drawn to or even compelled to finish.
It was killing me that I had been so close, that I had his dick IN MY
MOUTH and yet hadn't been fucked. Sure, there had been plenty of guys
I'd sucked and not allowed to fuck me, but it was ME that made that
decision. I couldn't remember any other time in my life when I'd had my
mouth on a guy and wanted to get laid by him that I had NOT ultimately
gotten what I wanted. It was frustrating as hell, to say the least. It
didn't help he was the brother of my best friend. Well, that didn't
really matter, it was that she didn't want him to fuck me that was the
problem. How the hell could I get him to do me without her finding out?
Well, the Bible says that no temptation will be made on you that you
cannot overcome so I shouldn't have doubted that sooner or later, a
solution would be found. Who was it that said, "The Lord works in
mysterious ways."? Well, they didn't know the half of it!
The key was Heidi... Tony's plain, but well endowed, girlfriend.
It was a slow weekend for me. Right after New year's the demand for
parties was at rock bottom and I supposed it would be a few weeks before
things picked back up to normal again. Thus I had a lot of free time on
my hands but still, a girl can only masturbate so much - even me! As it
turned out, I was over at Beth's house, more to just have company than
anything specific, when Tony came in, closely trailed by his girlfriend,
"Hey Heidi," Beth welcomed her.
Come to think of it, that was the first time I'd heard her refer to her
brother's girlfriend by name, it had always been "my brother's
girlfriend" or "his girlfriend" (or something nastier).
I looked at Heidi a little closer and once again had to shake my head a
bit. Sheesh, what did he see in her? A hunk like him should have had
his pick of any babe around but instead he was going out with dumpy
Heidi. To be fair, she was a sweet girl and "had a nice personality" as
they say, but a low-carb diet and some exercise would have certainly been
a nice New Year's resolution for her. Of course, it was hard not to
notice what he DID see in her, or should I say ON her - the most massive
boobs for a girl her size I'd ever seen outside one of my dad's porn
DVDs. Heidi was not really a BIG girl, not by any means. Sure, she had
a fat ass and was overall a little chubby, but she wasn't truly obese and
she was pretty short as well. But her boobs.... OMG her boobs! The only
way to describe them is they were simply massive. It was a miracle she
didn't walk all hunched over from the sheer weight of them. When Beth
said her brother was a "boob guy", she wasn't kidding.
The two of them quickly made their way to his bedroom, the door shutting
tightly behind them. I guess at nineteen nobody could tell him that he
had to keep his bedroom door open when a girl was with him although
noticed that Beth didn't seem entirely pleased with it. We soon forgot
about them and spent the rest of the morning just hanging around, not
doing much of anything, when Beth's mom called. Beth answered her cell
phone and I could see from the sagging of her shoulders she was
frustrated - and a little pissed.
"What?... Now?" she whined into the phone, "Oh mom... can't it wait until
later?"
Whatever "it" was, evidently couldn't wait as she slapped the phone shut
rather hard.
"I don't fucking believe this," she griped as I waited patiently for her
to continue, "My mom ordered this fucking cake and I have to fucking pick
it up before they fucking close."
She must have REALLY been pissed. Beth didn't have exactly the cleanest
mouth but still, she usually didn't manage to sprinkle so many "F" words
in one sentence. She looked at me and evidently the question in my eyes
was all she needed to know what I was thinking. "Down at that shop on
the Strip. Look, you just hang out and I'll be back in 45 minutes or so,
OK? No need for both of us to bundle up and freeze our fucking asses
off."
She stormed off to her room to get her shoes and coat, mumbling all the
way in and then all the way out. "Catch you in a bit," she called out as
she went into the garage.
I'd spent plenty of time in her house alone before, just as she had in
mine herself at times when I was running late or needed to go out myself
for a bit. I'd been coming here almost all my life so it was like a
second home to me in some ways. Thus I didn't feel guilty raiding the
frig or making myself at home so I went to the kitchen, grabbed a can of
Diet Coke, and settled into the couch in the family room to watch some
TV. I was a little tired so I was starting to drift off when my privacy
was disturbed by Heidi and Tony. Something didn't seem right, you could
tell from the body language that the two of them weren't exactly hitting
it off at the moment. Heidi spoke first, actually the first time she'd
ever spoken directly to me come to think of it.
"Kelly, are you really a slut and is your sister really a whore?"
Whoa! Now THAT was right out of the blue. I have to admit, give me a
thousand guesses as to what she might ask me and I'd of never gotten that
one right.
"Sorry," she continued, as if nothing was odd about her questions, "Tony
here called you a slut and your sister a whore... so I was just a little
curious."
There was more to it than that, THAT was obvious, but I figured what the
hell, why not play along and see where this train wreck was heading. I
just shrugged my shoulders and answered simply, "Sure.. you have some
sort of problem with that?"
Heidi quickly waved her hands and shook her head. "Oh no, I didn't mean
it that way. He calls me a slut too, you know, "she confided in a
conspiratorial tone as if he wasn't right next to her listening to every
word. There was an awkward silence so I decided to probe a little and
see if I could figure out for myself what was going on.
"And he told you all this because...?"
Heidi actually seemed to blush for a moment and she looked at Tony as if
expecting home to support her. No luck there. She finally took a
breath, her monstrous boobs heaving up and then down again as she
released it slowly.
"Well, I've been teasing Tony about us having a 3-some lately with his
sister but can you believe it - he won't even talk about it!"
I couldn't help but smile - my kind of girl. It didn't surprise me that
she'd gotten that reaction from him. If there was one thing I was
certain of in this world, it was that Beth and her brother would never
have sex together. It's not like I hadn't suggested it but her reaction
was always the same; a look of sheer disgust and a loud "Ewwwww!". It
followed that Tony would feel the same way about his sister, even if she
DID have big boobs that I knew he looked at now and then - although
nowhere near the scale of Heidi's rack.
"So I asked him who he knew that WOULD join in and he said you were a
slut and if you didn't want to, your cousin's a whore and that she would
do about anything."
My leg was feeling really sore all of sudden. It gets that way when
someone pulls on it really hard and I was practically having it jerked
off now. What kind of sick joke was this anyway? There was no way some
girl was going to ask her boyfriend to do a threesome and he volunteers
his sister's best friend as an option. Heidi was evidently pretty good
at reading faces because once again, she answered my question before I
even had the chance to ask.
"I'm serious Kelly, would you be interested... even a little bit?"
I looked at Tony to see his reaction but he couldn't look me straight in
the eye. Hmmm, that told me that she was telling me the truth - at least
about his side of the story. Had this all been some sort of elaborate
practical joke on me, he'd be trying to sell it just as hard as she was
without acting ashamed or embarrassed.
"You know Tony, if your sister ever found out.....," I trailed off, the
rest being unnecessary to vocalize as we both knew what would happen.
"So that's a yes?" Heidi barged in, a little giggle escaping as she
wiggled excitedly on the couch like she had to run to the bathroom any
second.
"So tell me Heidi, have you ever done anything like this before" I asked,
actually meaning for it for the both of them.
I was pretty damn certain that Tony never had but Heidi, well she was
turning into some sort of enigma. Actually, it wouldn't have surprised
me TOO much as I knew other girls who were a little, shall we say, too
short for their weight, that used sex to compensate for their lack of
looks when it came to snaring a boyfriend. Tony may like her monstrous
boobs but I had a sneaky suspicion that she'd been putting out from day
one as well, just to seal the deal with him.
At first I thought she was going to lie and say she had. There was just
something in the way that she was trying TOO hard to act like this was
all normal for her. I wondered if she'd ever even been with a girl
before, let alone a three-some. Most likely not. I mean, like why would
another girl even WANT to be with her? Honestly, I wasn't exactly
attracted to her; it was only her association with Tony that I was even
having this conversation.
"Well..." she dragged on, "Not really."
Oh really? I almost laughed as this was one of those things you either
did, or didn't. Sort of like being pregnant - you either were or weren't
with no such thing as being "not really" pregnant. OK, I figured if she
wanted to play the game, I may as well call her bluff and see how far she
was willing to go.
"OK then, let's give Tony a little something to get him started them,
what do you say Heidi?" I said softly, in a sexy deep tone.
I moved over next to her and put my arms around her, then leaned into her
to kiss her. At first she pulled back, most likely shocked that I had
actually done it. Then she must have thought about Tony watching and she
came back to me, pulling me into her as I felt her huge boobs pressing
into me.
Not to waste any time, as Beth would be back before too long, I put my
hand on her breast, trying to grab a handful but it was much too large to
actually grab so I just cupped it like a huge water balloon. My god, it
was the biggest boob I'd ever touched! She didn't pull back but then
again, she didn't exactly respond either so I decided to up the ante and
reached down between her legs, cupping her warm crotch in my hand. I
couldn't see Tony but I was sure he was watching our every move, maybe
even touching himself a little now seeing the two of us together.
"Oh god I can't do this!" Heidi exclaimed suddenly, pulling back from me
and pushing my hand away from her pussy.
She looked bewildered as she went from me, to Tony, and back and forth
between us like a wild animal that had been caged except that this was a
trap she had set for herself, most likely assuming it would never be
used. Well, she didn't know me very well then if she thought she could
out-bluff me!
"But I though you wanted to make out and then have Tony fuck us both?" I
questioned her, trying to act disappointed and confused.
In a way, I actually WAS disappointed but I wasn't confused - not in the
least. Heck, I knew all along she was putting up fake front to try and
impress Tony but in the end, she didn't consider that I might take her up
on her offer! It wasn't that much of a shock to me, a lot of girls
aren't into other girls so I didn't hold it against her or anything. I
just was a bit miffed that I wasn't going to get fucked by Tony. Or was
I?
"So what do YOU say Tony," I challenged him as I turned away from Heidi,
"Do you want to fuck me in front of your girlfriend?"
Well duh! It was obvious from the conflicted expression on his face that
he damn well did. He looked at me, then at Heidi, back to me, and then
back to her again.
"If you ever want to touch THESE again, you know what you'd better say,"
Heidi warned him with a bit of a snarl together with a glaring look at me
thought was hot enough to support global warming.
Heidi cupped her boobs in her hands and bounced them for him to remember
what it was about her that he loved so much - and what he would lose if
he made the wrong choice, at least wrong so far as she was concerned.
Tony was saved by the bell - literally. The front doorbell rang and I
heard Beth outside yelling something. Damn, that was a fast 45 minutes!
I ran to the door to see what was going on. As it turned out, she had
locked herself out and that was it. By the time we got back to the
living room, Heidi and Tony were nowhere to be seen.
"So where's my brother and the boobs at?" Beth asked, looking at me as if
I should know. Did she suspect anything?
"Beats me, they disappeared to his bedroom as soon as you left," I
replied, trying not to look TOO guilty.
Beth looked at me for a moment, assessing the situation. Either she
believed me (probably not) or figured it wasn't worth the pain to argue
(probably so). In any case, she explained her mom had called and told
her to never mind. She appeared to be more than a little miffed, not to
mention insult on top of injury - forgetting the house key.
We ended up back in her bedroom and sure enough, the walls WERE pretty
thin. I could hear the two of them next door going at it and I couldn't
help but wonder if Heidi was overdoing it just a bit, knowing I would be
hearing her.
Well, so far I've yet to get fucked by Tony. Now don't worry, that
doesn't mean I've given up or will stop trying! Who knows, maybe someday
I'll catch her dad at a weak moment and get him to do me again.
When I got back home that day I sat on the edge of my bed and
contemplated about what had all been going on lately, especially the
brief time I spent with Heidi and Tony. Who was really the cockteaser?
Me for playing along with Heidi while it lasted, or her for the way she
got Tony all hot and bothered with the thought of fucking me?
Or is it me, for making you hope I'd be telling you how I fucked Tony!
THE END