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BetweenHerLegs says --

This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration of sexual fantasy.  
It it not intended to describe actual persons or events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  
Likewise, this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or to minors,
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"Late Bloomer"

by BetweenHerLegs

© Jenny Clark, 2008

I was a sexual late bloomer.  That's not to say that my body bloomed late.  It didn't  My body bloomed early.  I had curvy hips, a big butt, and oversized boobs before any of those things drew more than laughs and taunts from boys.  I took up dance and horse-riding and became very serious about both of them at an early age because I thought I was getting fat.  Everything got tight and toned, but stayed curvy.  Where my thighs were soft and tapered, they became firm and tapered with soft skin.  My breasts didn't shrink; they just because firmer.  And so on.

Despite my early developing body, I didn't discover the pleasure of sexuality until I was 19.  And then, all of a sudden, I was at a party and saw a girl giving head to a guy she didn't know, and it was like flipping a switch: instantly, I became a nympho.  I was at the party by myself, but I met with my boyfriend Len later that same night.  It's funny to think of having a boyfriend without sex, but he had been dating me for half a year without getting any.  Now, suddenly and truly aroused for the first time in my life, I asked Len  what he thought of me physically.

"Are you kidding?" he asked.

"No, tell me."

"You're beautiful."

"Thanks, but do you think I'm hot?"

His eyes widened.  "Yes, hell yeah, you're hot."

I wanted details.  "Tell me more," I said, climbing up next to him on the couch, but kneeling rather than sitting.  This was the position the girl had been in at the party.  I was getting ready, even then.  If Len said the right things, anywhere near the right things, he was going to get the first blow job I'd ever given.

"What do you mean, more?"   He was clearly uncertain what I wanted but just as clearly wanted to get it right.

"Whatever you like about me physically, tell me in explicit detail."

"Um, Ok.  Well, you have big, pretty eyes with really long lashes, and it helps you look really young.  You have a big smile, with full lips that seem to have a little curve to them, like they were designed specifically for, uh, you know."

"I said explicit," I teased him, running my tongue over those very lips.

"Well, for giving head," he said at last.  "You've obviously got big boobs, but they're not sloppy and gross.  Your thin, but you still have hips so it's obvious you'd be a woman in bed.  Your ass is incredible, because it's full and shaped so nice, but so tight and strong.  And when you dance and I see your legs, your thighs look perfect to slide between."  He cleared his throat.  "Explicit enough?"

I didn't answer him verbally, I just started to slowly draw his zipper down.

"Holy shit!" he blurted out. "Laura, what are you --?"

But I ignored his question, and dug into his boxers, feeling his naked, hot manhood.  I could feel it changing in my hand, so I pulled it out and watched in fascination, as it grew hard before my eyes.  I was curious to see what would happen if I got it wet, so I spat on it.

"Holy shit!"

It got harder yet.

I spat again.

"Fuck!"

And again.

"Holy fuck, I never knew you were this dirty!"

I spat one last time and that started to rub my spit all over him, feeling his cock in my hand like a tensing muscle, rock hard yet quivering.  "Me either," I admitted with a shrug.  I made eye contact with him and maintained that as I slowly lowered my face and placed a kiss on the purple head of his erection.  My lips were just barely parted, and I held them there, blowing a soft, cool stream of air.

His cock shuddered, and I felt a slick of clear fluid start to ooze out.  I rubbed that all over him, and then I licked it off my fingers.  It was kind of stickier than I had thought, but mostly tasteless.  Seeing me clean his precum off my hand did something for Len though, because at that point, wonder and uncertainty turned into  the sort of desire I would later became very familiar with from men.  The kind from which there's no turning back.

Breathing tightly through clenched teeth, Len grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me down to his cock.  I wanted to do this anyway, but he seemed to enjoy the prospect of forcing me, so I resisted a little.  He pressed the tip past my lips, against my teeth and started rubbing it along them.  I opened gradually so that when he finally eased into the moist cavern of my mouth, the edge of my teeth lightly scraped against him.

At this point I really had no idea what to do.  I knew what the girl at the party had looked like, though, so I tried to mimic that.  I took most of him into my mouth.  I wasn't sure what to do with my tongue, so I pressed it against him, hoping that was good.  Apparently it was, because he shuddered again, and started to ooze more precum.  Then I tightened my lips and sucked hard as I pulled up, making a loud slurping noise.

"God!" he groaned.  "Good god, Laura!"

I started to raise my head to ask if I was doing something wrong, but he firmly kept my head down, so I took it that he was expressing pleasure, not frustration.  I kept on the same way, and I slurped, my saliva coating my own face, and I started to gasp for air, but Len still wouldn't let me up.  I looked deep into his eyes, and saw a fire there that I became instantly addicted to. I made no objection as me forced my head all the way down, and I coughed on his erection deep my throat, my nose buried in his pubic hair.  And as I coughed and my face reddened, Len suddenly thrust himself even deeper, and the next thing I knew I felt another shudder, and then my mouth was warm. He let me up and as I lifted my head, his sticky semen poured out of my mouth, sticking to my tongue and between my teeth.  Len reached down with two fingers and scooped a wad of cum from his pubic hair. 

I looked in his eyes and saw the fire there still, and knew I wanted him to do whatever it was he wanted to do.  With his other hand he pried my mouth open, and then he shoved those fingers deep inside my throat, gagging me as he wiped his cum against my pharynx.  He repeated this until he was virtually free of white go. 

My throat was raw from coughing, my neck sore, my mouth bruised.  And even so I lifted my t-shirt over my head, and reached behind to unfasten my bra.  I straddled his flagging cock and pulled his face down into my chest.  He needed no encouragement.  In fact, as he kissed my breasts, I may have been overcome with new pleasures and unable to do much but gyrate and mutter inane half-words, but Len was fully in control.  He wasted no time before he began fumbling alternately with each of our belts and zippers.  I was only partly aware of that.

Mostly, I was focused on my chest. At first he simply buried his face between my tits, apparently enjoying the momentary thrill of suffocating in all that pillowy flesh.  Only after his face was red did he start to pull back, kissing the tender sides of my breasts as he did, each kiss hard, including enough tongue and teeth to leave a wet bruise behind.  When he finally reached the tips, my nipples were hard.  My aureoles are soft, and blend into my skin, but my nipples are rosy pink and get very long when hard.  At first he licked, sucked, and lightly chewed each one, but then he wrapped his lip around once and bobbed his head, as if he were sucking a tiny cock. 

Then, when I was most off-guard and unprepared to resist, he pushed me off his lap and dropped his pants and boxers to his ankles.  Only then did I realize that he was already quite hard again.  He had undone my pants so he simply pulled them down, and I instinctively  stepped out of them.  With a tug I was again straddling his lap, but this time he held me off him long enough to position himself at my entrance, and then enter with a plunge.  My hymen had been broken long ago in an annual exam, but I had never even really played with myself, so my pussy was unaccustomed to being entered.  Fortunately, I was quite aroused and so wet enough to take his rapid violence.  After penetration, it only took a few more strokes until he was getting depth.

I strained to keep myself straddling him with enough room for him to thrust, but he pulled me down.  "Oh my god!" I cried out; it felt like he was in my belly.  I was inexpert to say the least, but I just started riding him as best I could, and we soon had a rhythm together.  I was so tight inside and this being our first time together, he didn't last very long.  When he was about to come, he shoved me roughly off him and then down to the floor.  Staring into my eyes, he started jerking himself.  As he neared completion, he grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved himself through it, rubbing himself the rest of the way off and cumming in my hair.

As he looked at me, slumped naked on a pile of my clothing, dried traces of cum in the corners of my mouth and fresh, sticky semen matting my blonde hair, I watched as the fire went out of his eyes, and they grew suddenly cold.

"Uh, yeah, um, okay, thanks, Laura, that was great."  He awkwardly pulled up jeans, patted me on the cheek, and said, "So, I, uh, I've gotta go, but, uh, I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"

I never heard from Len again, and as much as that hurt, I was addicted not only to the pleasure I had felt but also to that fire which had been in his eyes.  I quickly determined that the best thing to do was to keep my emotional relationships a distinct category and to pursue physical gratification apart from that.  Feed my fire, feed their fire.  Keep the heart out of it. 

Like I said before, I was naive.  I obviously knew the basic sex acts, and I knew generally accepted ethics and morality about sex, but I was so overcome by just how good it all felt that I honestly convinced myself that the heat of the moment was the only real ruler by which the goodness of the act could be measured.    As such, I didn't really think twice about an affair with my drama teacher, a married man I met in a grocery store, or even a city official who saw me in a dance.  Nor were all my indiscretions with older men.  I was learning that I looked good enough that I would have no problem trying to follow-up on my newly insatiable desires with whomever I wanted.

My next real turning point, though, was with Devin.  Devin was married.  He was also charming, handsome enough, and an amazingly skilled lover.  I was twenty-one, and he had picked me up in a bar.  He was in his late forties.  Our first time together was a blowjob in the men's room, but I went home with him that night and he screwed me on the couch while his wife and kids slept in their bedrooms upstairs.  We saw each other two more times, before he invited me over to his house again.  The family was out the weekend, but he hadn't been able to go with them.

Naturally, I went.  When I got there, at first he was sweet and romantic, and we kissed in the doorway, and then went to the den and kissed on the couch, and then, for the first time, everything went sour for me and my new lifestyle.  I was naked, my clothes thrown about the room, and Devin was in his boxers.  He was sitting on the couch.  I was upside down, in a 69 position, him holding my hips so my pussy was in his face, my mouth slurping at his cock.

And then I felt another pair of hands on my legs.    I looked up.  There was another man.  He was naked.

"I'm sorry, Laura," Devin said, as the other started to stroke his cock.  "This is just part of my arrangement with my wife.  I can cheat as long as the girl ends up like an expended whore."

I still didn't understand, but then when he stood up and lowered me to the couch, saying, "Ok, have at it," I started to get the idea.

The stranger grabbed my face roughly.  He was scrawny, not at all attractive, but stronger than he looked.  "What's your name, girl?"

"Laura," I answered, feeling scared.

"What the fuck do I care?" he laughed, spitting in my face.  He started to stroke himself.

"Devin!" I called out.  "What's going on?"

"My wife's brother," he said.  "He gets to use any girl I cheat with however he sees fit."  He shrugged, but he too was stroking himself.  "That's just the deal."

"I never agreed!" I protested.

"If you had, you wouldn't end up humiliated," he explained, "and that's what Margie wants."

"Shut the fuck up," the man challenged me, rubbing his cock all over my face.

And that's when I decided that these bastards weren't anything to be scared of.  Really, I was in charge.  They might rape me, but they wanted me.  Ultimately, if I didn't let them be in charge, I was the one who held the power.  So I reached my tongue out and licked the brother in law's cock.  "Mm, well you taste better than Devin anyway," I said.

It had the desired effect.  Both men got harder, and stroked themselves faster.  "You hear that, Devin?  Ol' Tom's still got it."

I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and then beckoned for Devin.  I opened my wide mouth, and had the tips of both cocks.  I ran my tongue around them in a figure eight.  They stroked harder.  Their cocks were touching in my mouth, but if anything that seemed to turn them on even more.  I reached behind them and did something I'd never done before.  I stuck a finger in each man's asshole. 

They each swore as they became instantly rigid as steel and slicked with precum.  They started thrusting into my mouth.  I coughed spit all over them as they did, and continued to fuck their asses with my fingers.  Right now they were caught up in the moment, but I was going to change that.  I suddenly turned the men so that they were facing each other, erections touching, and with a let tongue work outside my mouth, I finished them, making them cum, tip to tip. 

They started down at the sight, disbelief mixed with pleasure.

I immediately grabbed my clothes.  "Now be sure to tell Margie about this evening."

And I left with them staring at their semen covered erections.  To this day I don't know what happened, but I figure they ended up screwing each other and having a long-term affair behind Margie's back.  But what I learned was important.  I had all the power.  I wasn't at the mercy of the fire in their eyes. I gave it and I could take it away.  It was mine to control.  They were at my mercy.

Because of that, I no longer felt it necessary to keep my heart separated, and I got married twice within the next two years.  My first husband hadn't been able to handle my extra-curricular activities.  My second enjoyed them, and was turned on by them. I ended up divorcing him too.

The marriage started to end when his father was over.  My father-in-law was ex-navy, still in good shape, but in his late fifties.  Still, I could feel his eyes on me, and that was exciting.  "I think your dad wants me," I giggled to Ericson in the kitchen.

Ericson laughed and kissed my cheek.  "Who doesn't?"

"You think he'd do anything if I let him?"

He shrugged.  "Probably, why?  You thinking about letting him?"

"He's attractive enough."

"Hey, if I can watch, you know I'm cool with it."

"You'd watch your own father screw your wife?"

"Hell yeah!"

I smiled, but inwardly I decided that this was almost too much.  Not that it wasn't arousing for me, but good god, what kind of man was he? Oh well, if I was going to kick him to the curb, at least I could give us both one last good night together. 

"Alright, it's a deal," I said.  I went upstairs and changed into a light summer dress. Under it I wore a white satin bra and a white satin thong.  When I returned to the living room, I sat down next to Ericson's dad.

"What's with the dress; you going out?" he asked, looking me up and down.

"No," I laughed, "just decided to put on something cooler."

"Looks good," he judged.

I thanked him, and then looked surreptitiously towards Ericson and then whispered, "I don't think he even notices anymore, Frank."

"Call me Dad," he said, "and Ericson is a moron."

I giggled, and gave him a playful kiss on the cheek.  I then rose and went to kitchen to get some drinks, and Dad patted my ass as I did, winking at me.

"Dad!" I heard Ericson  say.  "That's my wife."

"Your wife has a cute butt!" Dad said back.

For the next couple hours I made sure to pay increasing attention to Dad, and I was eventually sitting obscenely close to him, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his thigh.  Ericson decided this was probably his cue, and he pretended to doze off from the drinks.  When he did, I kissed dad again on the cheek, lingering this time, and then I kissed his ear lobe.

"Careful, Laura," he said, "you might give an old man ideas."

I ran my tongue along his earlobe and perversely clutched at his  crotch.  "Like what?" I whispered.

He squirmed, but stared openly at my breasts as I continued to lick around his ear and then kiss his neck teasingly.  "Like taking you upstairs and doing things with you a father-in-law shouldn't do."

"You should do whatever I want you to do, Dad," I said, taking his hand, and sliding it up my dress to the top of my thigh, "which certainly doesn't include going upstairs."  And I stretched my tongue so that the tip tickled the corner of Dad's mouth.

"Laura, are you drunk?"

I turned towards him so his hand was now squeezed between my thighs.    "No, Dad.  Are you horny?"

He turned and took the offered tongue into his mouth and started to run his hand up and down the length of my thighs inside my dress.  "Laura, I'm thirty-five years older than you."  Nevertheless, as I threw my head back and moaned softly, his mouth trailed from mine down my throat to what was exposed of my cleavage.

I pressed his head to my chest and rubbed my thighs around his hand.  I could feel wetness trickling down from my pussy.  I wanted this more than I realized.  I hoped the trickle reached his hand.

"Laura, you're married to my son."

"And he's asleep."

"But you're still married to him."  His hand moved upwards; it was definitely in the trickles now.  "And . . . and . . . and . . . "

I spread my legs and slipped my left arm out of my dress to expose one bra-covered breast.  "The door's open, Dad, come on in."

His hand slid all the way up, cupping my heat.  "I'm married, too," he tried one last protest, even as I lifted the cup of my bra and allowed his mouth free access to my growing nipple. 

"Mmmm," I cooed.  "Mom can play too if she wants."  I threw my head back again and arched my back, and Dad's resistance was gone. His thumb found its way under my thong, and he gasped.

"You shave," he declared.

"Wanna see?" I  teased, wiggling free enough to slip the dress over my head.

Dad didn't hesitate to start taking off his own clothing as I finished removing my bra and then my thong.  He was super aroused, and very awkward.  His clumsiness grew more pronounced when faced with my naked body -- shaved pussy, fully erect nipples and all.

"You're gorgeous, Laura," he said, his voice quivering as he struggled to get out of his boxers.  "Simply gorgeous."

I smiled, and decided to forgo any attempt of his to remove his socks.  I took his hands in mine and pulled him close.  As we embraced, my legs were spread, allowing his erection to  rub against my cunt. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around him.  He was very thick. Possibly the thickest I'd ever had.  And, though I thought he was fully erect, I realized as he sucked purple marks all over my tits that he was still growing harder and longer. He was undoubtedly the largest man in my experience.

We stood in our obscene embrace for several minutes, his head never straying from my bosom as his hands gripped my hips and his erection slipped between my thighs.  I began to sway and hump against him as he nursed on my tits, slurping noisily.

"God, Laura, it's been so long... Mary hardly has any breasts at all.  And I've never seen breasts like yours, sweetie."

I fell back onto the couch with a loud grunt, pulling Dad with me.  I looked over his shoulder and saw that Ericson was watching us, his eyes wide, his smile bright, his hand fisting his cock steadily.  Feeling the slickness of his father's cock far between my legs, brushing the underside of my ass, I made another decision.

"Dad," I panted even at the very moment he started to position himself at my entrance, "I want to feel you in my ass."

Ericson burst out in surprise.  He knew well I'd never had even a tongue or finger in my ass, let alone a cock, let alone one like his dad's.  He tried to act like he was snoring to cover up the noise. 

As I rolled over onto my stomach and arched my back, Dad eyed me hungrily.  He was being offered his daughter-in-law's ass.  If my tits were among the best he'd ever seen, I knew by own reputation, that my ass was even more coveted.  "What if he wakes up?" he asked, rubbing his cock on my asshole, lubing the surface with his precum.

"Then he can see his wife feeling good for the first time in her married life," I said, my tone pleading.  "Please, Dad."  I arched my back even more.  "Take your little boy's wife's ass.  Take her anal virginity."

With that he spit four times on my rosy asshole and started to press his cock.  "So tight," he muttered, still pressing.

"Don't be gentle, Dad," I begged.  "Don't be gentle."

"But, Laura --"

"Fuck my ass, Daddy!" I cried out, and he put the exclamation point on by suddenly and brutally forcing his way in.

It burned so bad as he stretched my asshole that I literally screamed from the pain, but when as he started to work himself in and out at a slow, steady pace, the burning  became localized at the entry point, and the rest of me was filled with an indescribable new pleasure.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh daddy," I whimpered like a  little girl.

"Oh fuck, oh God, Laura," he grunted softly.  "God, your body is so incredible.  I've never seen anything like it.  I've never felt anything like it."

His praise was like an aphrodisiac to me and I began to rock underneath him.

"Holy fuck!" he swore, massagining my ass cheeks.  "I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Don't hold back, Dad."

To both our surprise, it was as if he had been waiting for permission.  At my words, he quietly came, his semen like rushing jets inside my ass.  When he pulled out, it was like breaking a vacuum, and my ass was covered in a mess of fluids. 

I purred pleasure.  "How was that Ericson?"

I turned my head to look, and Dad turned, red with embarrassment, and then he backed up as Ericson came, spurts of gooey semen flying towards the both of us. 

Ericson turned red.  "Dad!  Dad, I can explain!"

"Dad," I said, taking his hand.  "Kiss me." 

I pulled him down to me, and kissed his mouth deeply but sweetly.  "That was the best sex I've had in a year."  

Dad nodded, trembling, not sure what was going on, but clearly still enjoying me.  "That the best the sex I've ever had," he told me.  "You're incredible."

"Let's go take a shower and get cleaned up," I said, getting up slowly, and finding walking a little uncomfortable.

"What about me?" Ericson asked.  "Keep the door open."

"Go ahead, Dad, I'll be right there."

Dad nodded and went upstairs.

I turned to Ericson, kissed him hard, deep, and fast, biting his lower lips, and placing his hands on my breasts.  "Eric," I whispered in his ear, "I'm divorcing you, get the fuck out so your dad and I can be alone."

And as I left for the stairway and looked back over my shoulders, Ericson was standing there, looking at his dads cum glopping out of my ass, beating off.

Ericsib's dad ended up spending that entire weekend with me, and I saw him two other times after that.  It was always great, and to this day I've never seen a bigger cock than his, the one that took my anal virginity. 

When I turned twenty-five, though, I started to feel old, and I didn't like that.  So my eyes cast younger.  In fact, when I was spending the weekend at my family's house, my eyes cast towards my youngest sister's boyfriend.  She was seventeen; he was sixteen.   My parents were pretty obliging, and they knew the two of them were sleeping together and were letting him stay in her room for the weekend at the same time I was visiting.    He was lean, tall, and almost embarrassingly cool.  He was the sort I hated when I was that age.  Cocky, self-assured, and regrettably deserving of that confidence -- yet still polite, and nice to a fault.  I had my eye on him, and he knew it.  That was okay, he had his eye on me, too.

My sister, Rebecca, was no slouch. She may not have inherited my figure, but she was as pretty as he was cool, and her slimness did not make her boyish.  If I hadn't been around, probably Greg would have been more than happy to keep his eyes faithful. But I was around.  And when I'm around, men's eyes are very rarely faithful.

But Greg didn't really try anything, and he resisted most of my flirting.  But he still paid attention.  And I knew he would be mine whenever I actually gave him the chance.  And I knew when to do it too.  Rebecca has a cleanliness fetish.  I had long ago learned that she could not take a short shower.  And I recently learned that she always took a shower after working out, cleaning house, or having sex. 

So on Saturday night, when I heard her go off to the shower, I knew she would be there for a while, and I knew that she had just had sex with Greg.  All that meant was that he would be able to last longer now.  I slipped into a green satin nightgown that clung to my curves, and crept to their room.  The lights were out, so at first when I crawled onto the foot of the bed and started to suck on Greg's toes in the dark, he laughed.

"Decided you wanted more before your shower, babe?" he laughed. 

Then I crawled up his body and straddled him, my hair falling over his face, my breasts pressing into his chest.  My nipples were already hard through the nightgown.  His hands were running over the smooth fabric on my hips and ass. 

"Laura," the sixteen year-old said. It wasn't really a question.  There would be no questions.  We both had known this was going to happen.  He kissed me, then again, then, we melted into a long, deep kiss as I rocked atop him. He reached up and slipped the straps off my nightgown so he could handle my tits.  "You are so fuckin hot," he grunted, continuing to massage my boobs as we kisses.

I lifted my mouth, drooling on his face as I said, "You're never gonna be able to fuck Rebecca again after this, you know that don't you?"

"How so?" he asked, bends his neck up to slurp on my tongue outside my mouth as his thumbs finally worked their way to my nipples.

I smiled and deliberately drooled more heavily on him before bending down to kiss his chest.  "Because you'll never be able to take another woman's body seriously after this."

And then I ran my tongue around his nipples, blew on them, and then sucked them lightly.  He tried to gasp quietly, but ended up giving out long, protracted cry.  Most guys have never had their breasts played with.  I continued to suck, flicking my tongue over them as I did. He gave one loud shout.

"Fuck, girl, that's hot."

I laughed menacingly.  "I wish we had more time, and I'd show you what's really hot."

"Fuck," he said again, pulling my nightie up to my waist and raising himself up off the bed.    "Let's get to it then, girl."

I obligingly spread my legs and pressed down onto him. We both grunted as we worked as hard as we could.  There was an understanding that this was not going to be either of our best performance, but a sampling of great wine was better than never tasting it at all.  We moved angularly to increase the tightness, and he played feverishly with my ass and began to kiss my breasts.  I tongue-fucked his ear like there was no tomorrow.

And Greg really was as good as I'd thought he would be.  And at sixteen his body was so youthful, his spirit so vibrant.  Nine years younger than me, and filling me like I hadn't been filled in a long time.  As he got closer I held myself above him to let him control the pace with his thrusts.  He seemed to love this, and thrust harder and faster than ever before, but also at an angle previously unattainable, and thereby tight and fresh and almost virginal.

With one deep thrust, he shoved a finger deep inside my ass.  I groaned gratefully and feel forward, biting his shoulder.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked, stroking me now in both holes.

My only answer was to bit his neck.

"Well, then let's finish the right way."

I pulled my night gown off over my head as he slipped beneath my body, rubbed by my hanging tits and squeezing between my thighs.

"I wanna see this part," he added, standing up and flicking on the lights.

I pulled my legs up under my belly to present my ass to him tight-froggy-style.

"Good god," he said, getting behind me and sucking hickeys on my ass cheeks as he massaged my hips.  "You're gorgeous."  He reached out in front and toyed with one breast.  "I'm never even gonna be able to look at the bitch sister of yours again."

As ever, my ego was my weakness, and I purred happily at what a compliment to me, even if a vile slur on my sister.  I lifted my ass, and he eagerly grabbed some of Rebecca's rose-scented hand lotion from beside the bed.  He squeezed a  pile onto my asshole, the sudden cold drawing a shiver from deep inside me.  There was no useless dicking around at this point.  We both knew our time was drawing to a close.  Greg simply lined up, and pressed in smoothly.  We instantly matched rocking motions. Even apart from everything else that was so right about our coupling, I'd never had sex this smooth before.  We read each other perfectly and everything went better than if it had been planned.

That was how I knew he was getting ready to go -- when the rhythm got jerky and tense. I felt his fingers sink into my ass cheeks, and then he gave my ass one hard, almost swooping stroke, and came inside me.  A moment later, he eased out, and I heard him say, "Fuck."  I thought it was just another declaration of his appreciation, but my blood turned to ice as I felt hands on my ass that were not his. Small hands with long, delicate fingers, and manicured nails, which bit in and drew blood.

"So, Laura, it's nice of you to stop by," Rebecca said coldly.  "I'm glad you could show my boyfriend a good time while he's visiting."

I felt her long, fine hair, wet from the shower, fall over my ass, and she bit one cheek.  Her intention was to inflict pain, but I found it remarkably pleasurably.  The feel of a woman's lips and tongue were quite different.  I'd never been with a woman.  I wondered now if I would like to.

"You think you can humiliate me," Rebecca went on.  She smacked my ass hard, leaving a red handprint.  "How's this for humiliation."

I felt her bend over my ass again, and the next thing I felt was her tongue, cold and wet, thin, and longer than I could have anticipated, sliding into my asshole, as she scooped her boyfriend's cum out of my ass into her mouth.  It was incredible.  While smaller, it was more flexible and agile than a cock, and I decided it actually felt better than being fucked in the ass.  Then, she rolled me over, straddled my waist with a dark look in her eyes, and bent over my face.  As she did, she opened her mouth, allowing the recovered semen to drip down all over my face.

"I always knew you were a trashy, slutty whoring cunt," she said, spitting some of the sticky cum from her mouth so it landed on my chest.  She reached down to smear the drooled cum around my face.  "Screwing your own sister's teenage boyfriend in her bed?  What do you have to say for yourself now, Laura?"

I paused, I breathed deeply, and then I said -- "You wanna put your tongue in my ass again?"

 
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